I had been walking for hours down the inner state. Up ahead I could see I lights, maybe a gas station, rest stop, or an all-night diner. I could get something to eat. I'm glad I never told my father I'd opened a bank account with money I made from tutoring and bar backing over the summer at a fancy bar. Luckly, I had my ATM card with me. 800 dollars. That's all I had.
Then it started raining.
I was getting soaked. From behind me I heard the sound of one of those huge freight trucks. The driver was slowing down. The rain came down harder.
A window slid down. "Get your ass in here before you drown." It was a deep commanding voice.
I pulled myself into the cab of the truck. "You can drop me off at that all-night diner or whatever it is up ahead."
"Worst restaurant on the inner state and no motel. 30 miles up there's a decent motel with a small diner. That's where I sleep on long deliveries like this one. They even got room service."
There was silence.
Then he asked. "Can you tell why you were walking down the interstate in the pouring rain?"
There was silence.
Softly I admitted it. "My father kicked me out."
"Tonight?
"Yea, Four hours ago."
"Why?"
There was the motel on the right. He turned in the parking lot. I debated telling him the truth. I feared he'd freak or something. I will be right back. "He left the cab and walked in the small, dated lobby.
I was thankful I wasn't going to have to sleep in the rain. A streak of lightning illuminated the area. He ran back to the truck with a bag and a six pack of 7-up.
"Damn! It's cold rain. We're around the back." He said as he started the truck. "I got us two turkey sandwiches, Barbeque chips and 7-Up. I watched him retrieve a bottle of Seagram's from behind his under his seat.
He parked handed me the motel key as he stepped into the pouring rain again. I followed him. We ran to the door and I easily unlocked it. He walked into the room and sat on the bed.
"I'm soaked." I said shutting the door and locking it. I turned on a light. Damn he was good looking, maybe a 50 to 55-year-old hunk. A Daddy!
"My name is Lyle", I introduced myself. I struggled getting out of my wet clothes.
"I'm Luther Piers!"
First, I struggled to peel off my wet jeans. Then I pulled off my soaked t-shirt, realizing even my briefs were drenched. That’s when I noticed him watching me. I saw his smiling face in the glass window looking at my body. I felt my face flush. Could it be? My curious mind wanted to find out, so I decided to do to a gay test.
I could see him in the glass' reflection watching. I grabbed the waistband of my wet underwear and slid them down bending over as I did. In the reflection I saw him looking at my naked ass. My cock quivered. I opened my backpack and pulled out a pair of black bikini underwear and put them on in front of him. He smiled but said nothing.
He'd laid out our dinner on the bed and started eating his sandwich
That's when it clicked, there was only one bed. I froze. As if he read my mind he explained, "They didn't have two doubles, just rooms with one bed. I'll sleep on the floor."
"The hell you will I am not putting a good man out of his bed. I'll sleep on the floor and be grateful I'm not sleeping in the rain."
He smiled at me. "Eat!"
I took another bite of the sandwich. It was delicious. We finished our dinner.
Afterwards he announced that he was taking a hot shower. Sometime later he came out of the bathroom wearing only a pair boxer-briefs. The outline of his cock was instantly noticeable. His big gray and black chest hair covered him like soft velvet. His muscles and stunning blue eye hypnotized me.
"Thank you so much for dinner. I love BBQ chips." "
"Me too, and turkey sandwiches," he said with a smile. It was the first time I really saw him in the light. Rugged and handsome, his weathered face was framed by gray and black hair combed back. Broad shoulders, defined pecs, and biceps that must have taken years to build made up his muscular frame.
We were both sitting on the bed watching lame TV when he turned it off.
Out of nowhere he said, in a firm voice. "The bed is a double. We can share it. Unless you're afraid? No one has to sleep on the floor. Okay?"
"Okay." I paused thinking. "My father kicked me out of the house because he found out I'm gay.'
"Been there, done that." Luther whispered.
"Your father threw you out too?"
"Caught me sucking off the Pastor. It was the 60s. No gay rights. No gay marriage. But I survived. You will too."
Without words I pulled his boxer briefs down. He said nothing. He watched. I took hold of his hard dick and began licking his cockhead. I felt his hand on my ass. "I loved the show you put on for me."
I blushed. "I liked showing off my body to you. I bent over so you could see my ass."
"I saw your pink butthole. I wanted to lick it. Fuck it. Hold you. Kiss you. Comfort you."
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