Kyle Bryce turned off the shower in the cheap motel room his new benefactor had gotten for them to stay in, and the teen had to admit that after a couple of days on the road it felt good to be fresh again.
The shower was Mr. Wilbur's idea, although Kyle was going to take advantage of the facility anyway, because the way this cross-country trip was going he had no idea when he could take another shower.
Mr. Wilbur - which was all Kyle knew him as - was a distinguished looking businessman type who Kyle guessed to be in his sixties, and right from the start after picking Kyle up just outside of Utica, New York he made it clear what he was looking for.
"I adore cute boys like you," Mr. Wilbur had said before the car even got up to speed, and when Kyle told him that he wasn't a kid but 18 going on 19, the older man grinned as his hand came across the car and onto the hitchhiker's lap and groped around until he found what he was looking for, "All the better."
Kyle was used to getting hit on by men like Mr. Wilbur, mostly because of his boyish good looks and wholesome appearance, even though when it came to sex the sweet young man was every bit as nasty as the predators were.
After Kyle got out of the shower, drying his long blonde hair briskly with the threadbare motel towel, he immediately noticed that his clothes were gone. The teen knew that Mr. Wilbur had come into the bathroom while he was showering, and apparently the purpose was to take his clothes.
What was left was the one now-soggy towel Kyle was using and one other thing, something that Mr. Wilbur had placed on the sink. A pair of red satin panties. The teen picked them up and smiled as his fingers rubbed the soft satin, realizing that while he had done a few kinky things in the previous promiscuous year of his life, this was new for him.
Drying himself thorough, Kyle gave his modest-sized penis a couple of tugs before stepping into the panties, which were very snug and left nothing to the imagination after he finally managed to squeeze into them.
After running his hands through his still moist scalp to put a little order into the mop-top look, the teen took a deep breath and turned the knob of the door, wondering what else was in store for him out in the motel room.
***
Roger Wilbur sat patiently on the edge of the lumpy bed, waiting for the sweet lad he had picked up to emerge from the shower. Little Kyle was so cute and innocent that he didn't realize how lucky he was to have been picked up by someone as nice as he was, given how many genuinely nasty men were out there.
Not that Roger Wilbur's thoughts about the boy were pure. Far from it, but he would never harm a fly, and although he hadn't said it yet he was fully prepared to drive the lad most of the way to his destination - almost 1400 miles away - and was going to make sure he caught a bus for the rest of his journey.
That would mean at least a couple more nights in motels with the lad, and Roger chuckled at the prospect of that, mumbling to himself "It's a dirty job but somebody has to it," just as the bathroom door opened.
"Beautiful," Roger heard himself whisper as the lad appeared in the doorway, and although the panties should have been a size larger their snug fit outlined everything that was underneath.
Hard to believe Kyle was almost 19, and while that was what the lad had said Roger didn't believe him, and his brief examination of the lad's private parts as he groped him while driving hadn't altered the senior citizen's opinion.
After checking the boy's wallet while he was showering the old man learned that Kyle Everett Bryce of Averill Park, New York would indeed only be 18 for 5 more weeks, making the sight of the nearly naked lad not only visually appealing but legally right.
Kyle stood nervously in the bathroom doorway as the steam crept out from the shower and gave the dimly lit room an eerie look to it, and that look was amplified by the elderly man who had picked the hitchhiker up and was now sitting on the very edge of the bed.
Mr. Wilbur was naked except for a pair of black socks which went up to his ankles, and his tall and skinny body looked ghostly pale as his grandfatherly face broke into a broad smile at his young protege's entrance.
Kyle's attention was drawn to the long, slender cock that hung lazily between the old man's thighs and the low-hanging balls that swung behind the uncircumcised organ, with the tapestry of veins that ran much of the length of the flaccid hose giving it an even more imposing look.
"Come here son," Mr. Wilbur called out to Kyle, extending his arm outward to the nervous lad, and as Kyle walked across the threadbare carpet the old man leaned even closer onto the end of the bed, caused his dangling cock to sway like a metronome briefly as he parted his legs to guide Kyle to step between them.
"I see you found the undies," Mr. Wilbur said as he had the young man stand between his legs and lean back against his bony knee, and as his weathered hand came up to stroke the soft slickness he added, "I should have given you a larger size since you seem to be a bigger fellow than I thought."
Roger Wilbur had the same panties in several sizes waiting in his suitcase, but since they wouldn't be on much longer he decided to wait until tomorrow night for those. Instead he let his hand slide to the front of the panties, where the slim outline of the lad's penis was starkly visible as it was pressed horizontally to the left.
"Oh!" Roger sighed when it seemed that the cock his fingers was stroking was rigid. "You have an erection?"
"Yeah," Kyle said as he squirmed in place, the prickly hairs on the senior legs ticking his bare skin. "My dick is really squished in these panties."
"That it is," Mr. Wilbur noted, smiling when he saw a little wet spot appear at the end of the bulge, and as his hands went lower to rub the balls outline below it he noted. "Your penis is so hard, and I'm bet you cum real good, don't you?"
"Yes sir," Kyle said, his body shivering as the man's touching got him more and more excited and the wet spot got more expansive in the satin.
"And I'll bet that if I kept rubbing your stiff prick like this, you would probably have an orgasm really soon too, wouldn't you honey?" the kindly senior suggested, and when Kyle nodded vigorously Roger Wilbur nodded and stopped rubbing.
"Do you like the way the panties feel against your skin?" Roger asked the lad.
"Yeah I guess, but they're really tight,' Kyle said as he leaned back against the senior's inner thigh and put his hand on his bony knee
"Forgive me but I want to take a peek at what's inside these pretty red undies before you make a mess in them," Roger commented. "You don't mind, do you son?"
"No sir," Kyle said, and with that Roger took the elastic top of the flaming red undies and pulled them outward while peeking down at the lad's privates, smiling when he saw the pale prong in the cramped confines.
"Oh my, look at you," Roger said approvingly before letting go of the elastic. "That seems like a rather long penis you have there, especially for such a little fellow like you."
"Not near as big as yours is mister," Kyle mumbled as he glanced down at the limp brown cock swinging lazily in front of the edge of the mattress.
