Straight Male / 65
I Was Scared, Really Scared
Winter blew in overnight. I was a 27 year old account associate and I had a meeting two hours away, so I left early because of the weather. Halfway there I hit bad weather, missed a turn and went between two trees. I couldn't get my truck out, it was an hour later that a tow truck arrived. My front end was damaged and I had to get my truck towed yo the nearest garage that could deal with the damage. I rode with in the tow truck the forty five minutes to the garage.
The old boy driving the tow truck kept looking at me, eyeing me. I started getting nervous, I had no idea where we were going. He pulled off the pavement onto a dirt road. He patted my knee telling me to relax, it was a shortcut. Up ahead was a barn falling down, KKK painted on the side. After a while we arrived at this house with a big detached garage on the side. He told me we were at the shop.
At that point I got scared. The weather was wet, cold and windy so we went inside. He told me to put a pot of coffee on, he called somewhere and gave a list of parts to get delivered. Make myself comfortable it was going to be a while. The coffee was ready and he took the mug from me grabbing my hand calling me a pencil pusher. His hands were strong and calloused. We sat at the small table, he looked at me without blinking. My heart was racing, he put his hand on mine, holding it, telling me to settle down.
He got up and used the toilet without closing the door, he shook his cock before zipping it up.
I stood, stood against the window watching the rain. He put his arms around me shoving me against the wall. He broke out laughing, calling me a pencil pusher. He slapped my ass and told me if he wanted to fuck me I would be bent over the table. I almost peed my pants.
The parts arrived, he backed my truck into the garage, asked if I wanted to watch. Between him and the parts guy the replaced and reassembled the bent part. We went back to the house and told me it was 140 for the parts, 65 for the tow, and 65 for labor. I had a check, he laughed and asked if it was good, he didn't want to get screwed, if I knew what he meant. He slapped my ass, pointed me out, keep going straight about half a mile I'd be back on 51.
The old boy driving the tow truck kept looking at me, eyeing me. I started getting nervous, I had no idea where we were going. He pulled off the pavement onto a dirt road. He patted my knee telling me to relax, it was a shortcut. Up ahead was a barn falling down, KKK painted on the side. After a while we arrived at this house with a big detached garage on the side. He told me we were at the shop.
At that point I got scared. The weather was wet, cold and windy so we went inside. He told me to put a pot of coffee on, he called somewhere and gave a list of parts to get delivered. Make myself comfortable it was going to be a while. The coffee was ready and he took the mug from me grabbing my hand calling me a pencil pusher. His hands were strong and calloused. We sat at the small table, he looked at me without blinking. My heart was racing, he put his hand on mine, holding it, telling me to settle down.
He got up and used the toilet without closing the door, he shook his cock before zipping it up.
I stood, stood against the window watching the rain. He put his arms around me shoving me against the wall. He broke out laughing, calling me a pencil pusher. He slapped my ass and told me if he wanted to fuck me I would be bent over the table. I almost peed my pants.
The parts arrived, he backed my truck into the garage, asked if I wanted to watch. Between him and the parts guy the replaced and reassembled the bent part. We went back to the house and told me it was 140 for the parts, 65 for the tow, and 65 for labor. I had a check, he laughed and asked if it was good, he didn't want to get screwed, if I knew what he meant. He slapped my ass, pointed me out, keep going straight about half a mile I'd be back on 51.
