A winter night encounter

The snow was spitting in the air as I reached my car in the parking lot. The conference was finally over and now I could start my four-hour drive home.

I pulled out my trusty road atlas and scanned for a shorter route, and there it was, a small highway crossing through a national forest. Looked like a lot of curves, but no towns. If I took this short cut, I could get home maybe an hour earlier.
As I left the lights of the town behind me, the snow began to pick up. By 20 minutes into my “shortcut,” visibility was cut and I was creeping along on a very desolate road — so much for my getting home an hour early.

Then, I was thrown a curveball — a detour onto an even smaller road. By now, it was getting dark and I could barely see. The snow was coming down hard with big flakes. I started to feel a bit panicked. The road was now just a white flat spot with no tracks, no cars and it seems like forever since I had passed a house.

I eased down a hill and my car began to slide, and just that fast, I was off the road. The ground may have been frozen but only on top. Now my tires spun a mud and snow mixture. Maybe I could service? No, no bars on my phone. No service … phone or roadside.
I wasn’t prepared for this. I looked for something to shove under the tires. Nothing. Everything was covered in snow. My socks were now wet from the snow covering my loafers. “This is it,” I thought. “I’m going to freeze to death on this ‘shortcut.’

Just then headlights appeared. It was a pickup truck and a big one. It slowed, and then stopped.
With the engine running, the driver emerged.

“Looks like you got yourself a situation,” he said very matter-of-factly.

“Can you help? I was trying a shortcut to the interstate. Looks like I picked a bad time to try this route,” I answered in the same matter-of-fact manner, even though I wanted to cry.

He was dressed for the weather - fur cap, gloves, and heavy-flannel jacket over canvas coveralls with work boots. Me? I was shivering in wet loafers and socks, wet chino pants, now missing a glove and a jacket that was anything but warm.

“Bad route, too,” he said. “This road takes you away from the interstate. I could pull you out, but you’ll probably get stuck again before you get out of these woods. Come on. Get in. My place is just a mile away. We’ll get this car out tomorrow after the plows go through.”
My mind raced. A total stranger offering me a place for the night, but what if he was some killer…I could be chopped up and fed to the bears. Or I could freeze to death with my car. I chose the bears.

I grabbed my shoulder bag and headed toward the truck. I nearly had to jump to reach up into the passenger seat. It was a man’s truck, no doubt. My feet had to find space among the tools on the passenger side floor.
“Name’s Ben,” the driver said extending his ungloved hand.

“Douglas,” I replied. “But people have always called me Dee.”

By the lights of the dash, I could see that my Good Samaritan was in his early 40s, but very ruggedly handsome.
We turned onto a small road and ahead a faint glow of lights. It was a house, and not a very big one.

“We’re here,” Ben said with a bit of a laugh. “My humble abode.”

We left the truck and Ben grabbed two bags from the bed of the truck while I carried my shoulder bag.

Inside, the house was even smaller. Two overstuffed chairs facing a Franklin stove appeared to be the only seating in the first room other than a small dining table with two chairs. L-shaped living room and kitchen, three doors were in the rear of the kitchen. There were books everywhere.
“Make yourself at home,” Ben said.

He pulled off his hat, gloves and coat, and then proceeded to remove his boots and coveralls. Sock footed, in jeans and a flannel shirt, he was incredibly good looking, and for the first time I was sort of glad my car was in a ditch.
“I have a washer and dryer. Do you want me to dry your clothes?”

I nodded and he motioned for me to strip out of my socks and wet pants. I took my jacket off and hung it next to his on the hooks by the door. Now I was standing in just my oxford shirt and underwear.

Ben disappeared into one of the doors with my pants and socks, as I stood there and looked around the room. It wasn’t what I thought it would be. The books were very academic and the music collection in the CD tower was anything but country redneck. It was Bette Midler, show tunes, Motown, Cher, Madonna … was this guy a country gay?

Ben caught me looking at the music. He was now in a heavy flannel robe and he handed me a similar robe.
“Thought you’d be cold,” he said with a grin.
“Are you…?” my voice trailed off.

“Same as you,” he said. “I could tell you were gay the way you took off your pants… and that pair of interlocking male symbols with a rainbow tattooed on your ass helped, too,” he laughed.
“It does scream ‘fuck me’ doesn’t it?” I joked.

Ben brought over a pair of glasses and a bottle of wine.
“Made it myself,” as he poured the wine.

Over the next hour I learned that he had been a college professor, but gave it up to move into this house. He told me he had invented something or other, but I was too fixed on the gaps in his robe to remember much about his Internet dot.com sale.
He caught me looking at the gap in his robe, and said we should retire for the evening. Ben extended his hand and I took it. He led me to the small bedroom with a large quilted bed.

The room was lit was only a small light bedside, but with lights off in the other room, the fire in the Franklin stove made the shadows dance an erotic beat. I turned to face Ben and he looked square at me. Reaching out, he put his hands on both of my shoulders and pulled me in for a very moist wet kiss. It was an instant erection for me.

I grabbed for his robe tie, and again he pulled me in for a second wet passionate kiss. I had kissed a man before, but this time it was electric. My breathing was shallow and I wanted more of this rugged man.
“Slow down,” he said. “We have all night, and from the look of that snow out there, probably most of tomorrow as well.”

I pulled him closer to me and his robe opened to expose a very fit and naked man. His tanned and toned body shows little wear for a man in his late 40s. His abs were rock-hard and he had little chest hair, but abundant amounts at the navel and below. His cock wasn’t erect yet, but hung at least 6 inches with a large set of hanging balls behind. The pink of his cock’s head was a strong contrast to the jet-black pubic hair. I stared at it in what seemed like minutes.

“You like?” Ben asked as his robe dropped to the floor.

I could only nod as he pulled my flannel robe off and it dropped to the floor. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled off my T-shirt, while Ben pulled my underwear to the floor.
As my underwear dropped, so did Ben. He guided me backwards to the bed and I sat on the edge.
“Lay back — relax,” he whispered.

I could feel his warm breath on my rock-hard cock. I watched as the top of his head moved from side to side of my cock, but never touching it, as if he were trying to figure out where to start. I ran my hands through his thick hair and his rough beard stubble grazed my cock.

With one hand on my hip and the other cradling my balls, Ben begins to circle the head of my cock with the tip of his tongue. He found a spot where the nerve endings gathered and begin to flick it with his tongue, at the same time squeezing and releasing my balls in rhythm. It was intense.

I begin to grind my hips to the rhythm as Ben suddenly plunged my cock down his throat and begin to suck. First hard, then soft, then he would pull back along the shaft, only to repeat the cycle. It was the most intense blowjob I had ever encountered.
I felt myself starting to cum, and Ben clamped his hand around the base of my cock.

“Not so fast,” he said with an evil smile. “We’ve only just begun.”

He held my cock tight until the feeling passed. Then he began again on giving me his wet mouth up and down the shaft. Next he put my balls into his mouth and rolled them around with his tongue. It was too much, without much warning, I exploded with a wave of cum. The first shot hit my stomach, but Ben was quick and got my cock deep into his mouth for the remaining shots. I felt like I wasn’t going to stop cumming as Ben sucked every last drop from me. I felt spent…totally relaxed and drained.

Ben crawled up onto me and kissed me with cum still in his mouth. It was a delightful mixture of one’s own salty and sweet cum, mixed with Ben’s saliva.
“Wait here,” he said. “I’ll get you a warm towel for round two.”

I lay there on the bed and moved myself up to the pillows. When Ben returned, he has a small towel in one hand and a washcloth in the other. He cleaned up my cock with the very warm wet washcloth and then dried it with the towel. I could see now that he had an intense erection and where it had been 6 inches, was now a full 8.

Ben playfully slapped me on the side of my ass and said, “My turn…let’s see that tattoo that screams ‘fuck me.’”
I rolled over and with prompting, got onto my hands and knees.

This time, the warm washcloth was used to clean my ass crack and butt.
“Sweet,” Ben muttered. “You’ve got a nice bubble ass, and I’m going to fuck it.”

With that, Ben buried his face into my ass, and begin to rapidly tongue my hole. It sent another jolt through me that got my cock moving toward a second erection. His tongue seemed to know exactly where to touch and how fast to go. My fingers gripped the pillow as I let out a sharp moan.

“Ah finally, he makes a noise,” Ben chuckled.
“Yes, that feels so damn good,” I responded. “I want you to fuck me, and fuck me good.”
“That — I can do,” he replied.

Reaching into a bedside table drawer, Ben pulled out a bottle of lube and begin to massage it into my waiting hole. First one finger, then a second … then around the anus itself … each touch got my cock harder and harder.

Ben then got into position behind me and lubed up his cock. I felt him place the head of it against my ass as he reached around and began stroking my cock again.
“Ah, good. You like this,” he said.

As Ben stroked my cock, the pressure of his cock on my ass increased.

I was biting my lip, but pushing my ass back to meet his throbbing cock. I wanted it deep inside me.
With a slight thrust, the head of his cock penetrated my ass. It was a quick shot of pain, but just as quick my ass adjusted to his hot cock.
“Hmmm….you like this, don’t you. Betcha get fucked a lot, don’t you?” Ben teased.

“Not often enough, and never as good as this,” I said with looking over my shoulder hoping to find a glimpse of those blue eyes.”
With a slap on my ass, Ben pushed his cock deep into me. I let out a loud moan, but tried to quickly quiet myself.

“Scream, if you like,” Ben said. “We’re miles from anyone…”
“Oh god yes,” I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

Suddenly we were fucking, with great rhythm. It was wonderful. Occasionally, Ben would playfully slap my ass, as he continued to drive his cock again and again deep into my ass.
Ben got so intense in his pelvic thrusts, I found it difficult to stay on all fours.

“Roll over,” Ben commanded and I did.

This time he penetrated me with my legs over his shoulders. It was a different feel, but it was intense.
I begin to feel myself build up to another climax and began cumming on my own stomach as my cock had been riding up and down in his belly fur.

Ben continued for another minute or so, and then I felt the warm of his cum filling my ass. He began to fuck me faster and faster as he came and came. Finally, his soft cock slipped from my ass as Ben collapsed on top of me. I could feel his cum dripping from my ass onto the carefully placed towel.

We lay together for nearly 30 minutes before Ben led me to his very small shower stall. We wedged ourselves into it together and laughed like school children. It was wonderful.

When we finally dried off, we climbed naked into a quilt covered down comforter bed, and snuggled up to each other as the winter wind howled.

best shortcut I have ever taken, I thought as I fell asleep. Best shortcut ever.