Disclaimer: The story, the characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance to someone is co-incidence. The author at any point shows no discrimination either by race, colour, gender, identity or ideology. All fictional characters are at least 21 years of age.
Warning: Contains adult themes, sexual content. Reader's discretion is advised.
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Steele: 41 year old, gay man, a holiday planner.
It was a warm summer afternoon, Jensen walked along the hilly road after her mechanic towed her rental car away. The car was repaired when Jensen was driving home for summer. She had a light leather backpack and her naturally blond hair was tied into a pony.
Jensen walked in the sultry weather to the nearby bus station to see how see can reach Pittsburgh. She sat for a bit to give her sore legs a tiny break. Many cars passed her without stopping by. She reached for help. Suddenly a car pulled over.
Jensen noticed a man, with a tensed look above his short beard. He was very handsome. He asked her, "Do you need some help?"
Jensen recited that she wanted to get to Pittsburgh and the man said he was headed to Cleveland. He gave some thought and offered her a ride till the outskirts of Pittsburgh. He pressed that he will then drive ahead to Cleveland. Jensen got in and answered him, "I am Jensen. I am going home for summer. My rental stopped, just stopped in the middle of the road and I got it towed."
The man asked where is she coming from to which she said, "I am coming from Tennessee. I go to college there."
The man was happy to hear that and he said, "I never went to college. Moved out after high school. Lived in New York and then moved to Cleveland like 14 years, I think so, no, 16 years ago. By the way I am Steele Silverstein." Jensen smiled.
Steele looked stressed and Jensen thought it might be the heat. He said, "I am driving from Birmingham. I just dropped my husband there. He is there on some urgent business. Birmingham you know... in Alabama."
Jensen looked steadily and intently when he said, "I am gay."
Jensen claimed, "I never guessed."
Jensen asked, "Why are you driving towards Nashville when he could have taken the interstate back there to Knoxville." Steele said he's going there to pick some money from a holiday planning business partner.
After an hour Steele pulled his car and got out of the car. She observed Steele to be tall as a tree and a gym built body, as he got of the car and walked into the holiday planner's office.
Steele came back and leaned on the window, "Do you want to get some coffee before we head back?" Jensen grinned and anxiously got out of the car for her dose of caffeine.
They got their coffee. Steele said as he sipped his espresso, "Listen lady, change of plans. It is another eight hours drive. I don't wanna risk driving the mountainous stretch in the dark. My buddy there said morning view is great across the green interstate.
Steele paused, "Would you want me to drop you off at the airport? I can do that."
Jensen said, "That's so cool. Can I join you? Let us stick to your original plan of dropping me in Pittsburg. I am calling my folks to tell I will be late."
Steele would love some company to describe the beauty of the green interstate and the steep roads. He said, "Let's check into a motel."
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At the motel's reception, they requested two rooms. Jensen checked in after mentioning her age with ID, declaring that she is 22. Steele wrote 41 and signed in the guest book. She thought, 'He looks a bit old now but not 41. Not 31 either. What if he's a serial killer?' She knew her roommate makes her watch too many slasher movies on the weekends.
Steele knocked on Jensen's hotel room door after some time and she didn't answer. He heard the shower and left. Twenty minutes later Steele opened the door to answer Jensen. He thought it was the housekeeping staff had brought him some towels. He let her in. He was wearing only boxer briefs. It was white and he wore it grandly around his muscular lower waist. Jensen didn't notice anything in the front except a bundle, inches below his navel.
Steele alerted her, "My buddy said there is a nice restaurant a mile away. Do you want to first get some beer and then go to the restaurant?"
Jensen looked ready in her dress that showed her legs from knee down. He withdrew to take a shower. Thirty minutes later, they were heading into the city for some beer.
The old bartender demanded an ID for Jensen before he served her the ale. She frowned saying, "Seven months ago, I turned 22."
Jensen didn't lie and they drank ale without getting intoxicated. She asked about Steele's salt and pepper trimmed beard. Steele said, "I grew when I was in high school. It was the 80s. Men grew it. I shaved after reaching New York but grew it again. New York..... It was so dangerous back then."
Jensen didn't care of New York. She said, "Tell me about your husband." Steele described his husband as a caring but workaholic man. They married four years ago. They'd met a year before that and got married in New York.
Jensen loved their story. Steele briefed that his family is from New Jersey. Steele was a little mystified when Jensen detailed about her love life and safe sex.
Steele later took her to the restaurant and ordered pizza. Jensen asked to take it with them as she was not that hungry. Jensen called her sister to update about her slight change of plans. Then, Steele drove her back to the motel.
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It was dark. Jensen moved into Steele's room to talk, watch some baseball and eat the pizza. Steele quickly went into the bathroom to drain all the ale he drank. Soon Jensen repeated. She checked at herself in the bathroom mirror and saw a pile of clothes which Steele was wearing in the morning. She saw the white boxer brief. She reached for it, examined and inhaled it. It didn't have any stains of precum or semen. She left it and came back. She saw Steele on the bed and his neck was red from the harsh summer heat.
Jensen sat next to him and ate the pizza. The night air filled her with erotism. He was old and gay. She inquired about his sexual past. "Steele have you ever fucked a woman?"
Steele wondered where it was coming from but he knew how the generation today is. He said, "No."
Jensen continued, "Have you seen a pussy or boobs?"