Sex Off The Grid And The Old Man Of The Mountain

I went for a walk to clear my head. I had a fight with my roommate and knew that it meant we were going to have to give up the apartment and split up. He had depression, don't we all, had lost his job and was no longer fun. On my walk I decided that if I was going to move I should move, somewhere else. I had an uncle, who had a place in the mountains of New Mexico, which rented during the winter but not so much during the summer. I would call him and go to the mountains.

My uncle was receptive, but he did say for a couple of weeks, three at the most. Just go, clear your head, just don't get attached to the place. And get a job. Up there in the mountains things looked different, the air. I went into the nearest town to get some groceries and things and the local man at the register asked a hundred questions. He told me that if I needed anything to let him know.

A day later a knock on the door and it was the man at the register. He told me he was wandering around and he recalled that I was sitting at the place and he came by to see if I needed anything. He told me he had retired, was working part time in town, living in a small place he was renting. If I had something to drink? We went into the kitchen and I got him a glass of water. I was turned to him for a moment and he put his arms around me and grabbed me hard by the crotch.

He told me I looked like a nice young man, and I knew it got lonely up there and he was sure I wanted to have company and I was sure I wanted him to feel good. He didn't let me go, his hand squeezed me hard, using his thumb and index finger to work my cock. I could feel his cock now against my ass. To just stop playing around, we needed to get along, all alone up there in the mountains. Somewhere between his grip and his breath I lost my head, I let him kiss me, and he pushed me onto the couch.

I knew laying there how this would end, he had my pants half way down and he started to get his pants undone, his cock was hard when he told me wanted me bad. He finished getting his pants down and got my pants off, grabbing my cock with his hand, getting his mouth on my cock, then pulling my head towards his cock and all I could do was open my mouth and take his cock in. I felt like I was going to pee.

He walked me over to the big picture window with a view of the mountains, behind me I could feel his cock in the crack of my ass. I knew better than to stand up straight, I bent over, put my hands on the glass and felt his cock strike home and dig into me. I worked my hips as much as I could to let his cock in, the more he got in the more I wanted him all the way in. God at that moment I needed that fuck, his thick ugly cock deep in my ass. He obliged, my hands streaking the glass, he told me to look out at the mountains not down at my feet. And he came, jerks against me, and he pulled his cock out of my ass.

My weeks up in the mountains ended when I had to leave, I knew if I stayed things with him were going to become a problem. But for those days I sucked him as much as I could, his big thick ugly cock was mine, he fucked me too many times. The day I left, I got into my car, he stopped by and told me that I was welcome to stay at his place. But I left, I knew better. I drove back to Dallas and spoke to my roommate and we agreed to put things behind us and we moved into together. I haven't told him about the old man and the mountain, I just suck his cock gently, and tell him how much I enjoy how he fucks me.