Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2000 07:33:58 MST
From: Fluid Guy <fluidguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Story of An Older Man

It was a dark, blustery evening with heavy blowing snow crossing the road.
I was a little late getting started home, and the blowing snow was keeping
my speed down to a crawl.  As I rounded a corner, my headlights crossed a
person walking alongside the road.  The person was lightly bundled, too
light for the weather conditions.  As I came closer he unfolded his arms
from the front of his chest and stuck his thumb out to request a ride.  I
do not normally pick up hitchhikers, but the weather conditions and his
light clothes prompted me to slow and pull over the side of the road.  I
watched him in the rear view mirror as he crossed his arms over his chest
against the cold, blowing snow and started trotting up to the car.  I
reached across and opened the passenger door.  I could feel the cold wind
and snow blowing into the car as he jumped into the seat and closed the
door after himself.  He was going in and out of fits of shaking, which
indicated he was in a state of hypothermia.  His clothes were wet from cars
splashing slush on him as they went by without stopping or recognizing his
condition.

"Thanks for s.s.stopping.  I was f.f.f.freezing to d.d.death out there.  I
d.didn't think I was going to make it if s.s.s.someone d.d.didn't s.s.stop
for me."

"You better get those wet clothes off, or you are not going to make it even
yet.  I will turn on the bun warmers for you."

I reached across him and put the seat warmers on HIGH.  Then I reached
behind me to get a blanket I had used to cover the back seat, protecting it
when I took the dog to the vets yesterday.

"Lean forward and take your coat and shirt off."

As he took off his coat and shirt, I moved the blanket behind him and
covered his shoulders with it.  He pulled his wet pants off and I put his
clothes on the floor in the back.

"How are you feeling now?"

"I'm n.n.not as c.c.cold as I was.  These bun warmers, as you c.c.call
them, are really wonderful."

"Good, push this button and lay the seat back as far as you want.  Try to
get some rest while I take you home.  By the way, where is your home?"

"It is in G.G.G.Gregory, just a f.few miles up the road."

"I live just beyond Gregory, up in the hills, so I can take you all the
way."

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

As he laid the seat back, I noticed he was wearing white briefs and
sporting a very good tan for the middle of winter.  He either used a
tanning booth, or wasn't from this area.  I opted for the latter since he
certainly didn't know how to dress for this part of the country.

I am 57 and my doctor says I am going through manopause (menopause) because
my balls are not producing enough testosterone anymore.  That is why I am
having the hot flashes like my wife used to have and why I don't get a
raging hard-on any more.  Once in a while I do get a hard-on, but it isn't
very rigid and doesn't stay around for long.  None of this seems to dampen
my lustful feelings or my appetite for sexual fantasies.

I have been bisexual all my remembered life.  My wife knows of my
bisexuality, and it doesn't seem to bother her.  I sometimes worry about
her feelings regarding my being bisexual, but her conversation becomes
short whenever I bring up the subject.  I have not had sex with any other
person since our marriage, but my fantasies have tended towards the male
relationships.  I believe my predilection for male fantasies is mostly
because I already have a successful female relationship with my wife.

The drive between work and home takes fourty five to fifty minutes on a
good day, so I often fantasize when making the drive.  Often, my fantasies
consist of picking up some young, hard good-looking stud on the way home
and having a wonderful sexual interlude.  Here I was, with a young, hard
good-looking stud in my passenger seat and he was almost naked.  Talk about
fuel for my fantasies and it was going to be at least one and a half hours
till I got home because of the weather.

"I am going to touch your leg to check your body temperature."

"Ok"

I reached out my hand and laid it on his mid thigh.  It was well muscled
like a biker or swimmer rather than a body builder.  The touch of his skin
was still cold, but he wasn't shaking anymore.  I figured the bun warmers
were doing their job, warming his body...  I kept my hand on his leg,
feeling it starting to warm under my touch.  I moved it about half a hands
width up his leg in order to warm a little more of him.  The light of a
passing car showed me the bulge in his briefs seemed to be getting a little
bigger.  I moved my hand again and began to feel the stirrings between my
own legs.  I wondered how long it would last.  As another car went by, I
looked over to see my passenger had a full-blown hard-on.  His seat was
lying all the way back, and the bulge of his sizable cock was laying to his
left, not that far from my hand.

I wanted to experience this young man's body.  My hand was beginning to
sweat with my own excitement.  I couldn't believe this young man was
getting sexually excited because of my touch.  It was such an unbelievable
turn-on.  My own cock was harder than it usually gets, and I had to take my
hand off him to adjust myself.

He told me my hand was helping to warm him, so I put it back on his thigh.
This time I placed it just below his hip where I could feel my fingers just
grazing the edge of his briefs.  I heard a soft groan from him and he
raised his hips and let them settle back into the seat.  I moved my hand so
it brushed over his swollen cock on the way to his stomach.  I could feel
the hardness of his abs under my hand as it raised and lowered with his
breathing.  I moved my hand again, grazing over that tantalizing cock, and
placed it on his other thigh.  He groaned again and shifted when my hand
touched him.  He didn't seem to be complaining about my touch, so I decided
to be brave and placed my hand directly on his cock.

I began rubbing lightly as he groaned and thrust his hips up to meet my
hand.  I squeezed his cock through his briefs and felt it pulse each time
my fingers closed around it.  I slipped my hand under his briefs and could
feel the warmth of him as my fingers traced along the large vein running
down the backside of his cock.  The skin was smooth and soft over the hard,
swollen flesh beneath.

He raised his hips and pulled his briefs off.  I reached between his legs
and felt his sizable balls, rolling them between my fingers and enjoying
the thought of their contents gushing through the vein I was touching just
moments before.  I lifted his cock away from his body with my hand and
began stroking it.  I used my thumb, sliding it up the vein on the back of
his cock so I could squeeze out pre-cum to lubricate my stoking.  He began
thrusting his hips in motion with my stoking hand as it moved faster and
faster.  As I was stroking my hand down to his body, I could feel his balls
pulling up along side his cock.  I knew he was close to cumming.  His
moaning was getting louder and his breathing faster.  His body went ridged
and I moved my hand over the head of his cock to massage his glans and keep
his cum from squirting all over.  I felt the head of his cock swell as he
began to gush load after load of cum into my hand.  Bringing my hand to my
mouth, I began licking at his huge load of cum...  "Hay man, what are
you doing?"

"Oh, I got a burn on my hand the other day, and licking it makes it feel
better.  Are you doing better now?"

"Yes, I am a lot warmer now.  Thanks, if it wasn't for you I probably would
have frozen to death out there."

"We will be in Gregory in a couple of minutes.  If you will give me
directions, I will take you to your front door."

"Thanks.  I live just off main on 4th."

As I began the turn on 4th, he told me to pull over on the right.  As I
came to a stop he began gathering his clothes together and put them on.

"Damn these things are cold and wet.  Next car I get is going to have these
bun warmers.  By the way, what is you name?"

"Brandon, and yours?"

"Bob.  Thanks again for the help.  I hope to see you again some time."

"Me too, sure you will be all right?"

"Yes, no problem.  A quick jaunt to the door and I'll be in where it's nice
and warm.  Thanks again."

"Goodnight."

He opened the door, stepped out and ran up the slippery sidewalk and up the
porch steps to his front door.  The door opened, because someone was
waiting for him, and he darted inside.  I did a U-turn and headed out of
town on the way home.  My mind was still dazed by the incredible fantasy I
had while my guest was warming his buns in my passenger seat.


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