I Had My One And Only Moment Of Glory

I took a job as an auditor for the ATF which required me to go to the sites of beer and liquor companies to review their books for the liquor taxes. The job itself was boring but paid the bills. I had worked as an auditor for the state for many years, but at 55 I had found it hard to get a good job.

I was in Tennessee and I had finished my job and was in the break room with a cup of coffee and the plant superintendent came in and started up a conversation. He was a rugged guy, big, heavy. I looked at him and he looked at me and he sat down and started questioning me as to who I was and what I did. We got onto the subject of motorcycles, which is my hobby and that took a turn for the positive and finding out I was in town for the night before I flew back to Virginia he offered to take me to the local bar where the bikers hung out, sweetened by telling me their were some great bikes there.

It is really against the rules, going out with an audit target, but I dismissed the rule as I had already finished the audit. We went and true enough there were many great bikes, and there was a lot of beer and BBQ. I dismissed his efforts to put his arm around my shoulders. When I had to go relieve myself he followed claiming the same thing. The bathroom had two urinals, he unzipped before we even got to the urinals and showed me his hillbilly dick, he asked to see what I had. His hand grabbed my dick and he got down on his knees and started sucking me, he had his hand on my balls and told me to stand still and let him enjoy himself. Someone opened the door and he yelled at him to leave us alone.

He stood and told me I had a chicken dick and he was ready to get some ass. His dick was hard and he had my pants unzipped and my belt unbuckled and he pulled me around to lean against the urinal and he jammed his dick up my ass. The door to the bathroom opened and closed a couple of times until he was finished and let me go. He told me he didn't really like having to chase me down like that, when he was ready for some ass he was used to getting some cooperation. He wiped his dick, washed it in the sink and told me I needed to show him some appreciation. On my knees I sucked his hillbilly dick, which was raw and hard.

I have no idea how many men opened and closed the door to the bathroom while he was having fun. When we walked out he put his arm around my shoulder and kept it there, walking me around. It took a while for me to realize that there were too many men and too few women there and he brought me to a gay biker's hangout. To show his further dominance over me he kissed me on the lips and took me back to his apartment for another round of fuck the auditor.

I worked that job for three years and that was my one and only spontaneous encounter. It was also my one and only encounter with a hillbilly. Being more introverted I have a hard time making the first move. When I was younger I was the target to more aggressive men, but that is in the past. My current situation is more of a convenience thing with a man who lives in my complex, he works as an editor for an interior design magazine. But he is no hillbilly.