Stranded --- out West

by F. Gorman

t was a cool, crisp night in October. About a dozen of the boys and I were hunkered around the campfire trying to keep the chill off our bones. As I placed a large chunk of wood onto the fire, I figured it was about time for the story-telling to begin.

“Did I ever tell you boys what happened to me the time I got stranded in the desert out west, about two years ago this July?” I said. Without waiting for a reply, I began my tale.

“Damn!, Damn!, Damn!”, I shouted. “Looks like my good luck has ended!” Here I was stranded in the middle of a blazing desert with a busted radiator hose. I had been visiting friends on the west coast and was now headed back to Virginia --- stranded. I had a choice of sitting in my car and slowly roasting or standing outside in the hot sun looking for a vehicle to flag down.

After about 10 minutes of slow-roasting, I spied a semi in the distance coming from the east. It slowed to a stop and the driver rolled down his window. As I approached, he said, “Looks like you could use some assistance. Sorry but company rules keep me from picking you up but I will call for some assistance for you. You got some water?”

“Drank my last about an hour ago,” I replied. He pitched me a full bottle, rolled up his window and sped away. “Well, at least I won’t die of thirst for a little while,” I thought. I sat in my car for another 15 minutes or so and then I saw a vehicle approaching from the west. As it got closer, I could see it was a highway patrol car. I shouted out loud, “Looks like my luck is changing for the better!”

The patrol car pulled up in front of my vehicle and out stepped a hunk of a man, about 5 feet 10, I would guess, 180 pounds and a credit to his profession. I could see Sergeant stripes on his sleeve. He looked good enough to eat --- and I was hungry. He immediately unlatched his weapon and shouted, “Put your hands on the hood of the car!”

I was shocked, to say the least. “Is this the way you treat stranded motorists in this state?” I replied. It appeared that my luck had gone sour again.

“Spread your legs and don‘t move!” he shouted as he came forward. He put on a set of cuffs and turned me around (rather roughly, I thought). “This vehicle fits the description of one involved in a bank holdup near here yesterday. I’m securing you for my own protection until I check this out further.”

“Sergeant, please look in my glove compartment!”, I pleaded. “You will find evidence that I could not have done the robbery!”

“Don’t move!” he instructed me as he headed for the passenger side of my car and opened the glove department, all the while keeping an eye on me. He examined my ledger where I log all my gasoline purchases (I often wondered why I kept it). Looks like it might actually come in handy now.

“Look at the next to last entry!” I shouted. He examined the ledger for a while and then closed it. I hoped it would provide the proof I needed to clear myself.
Coming around to the front of the car, he said (this time in a more pleasant tone of voice), “Sorry about that. It would appear from the ledger entry that you were 300 miles from the scene of the robbery when it occurred. I have to admit you don’t match the description of the bandit. He did not have a beard like you have and he was taller. But I still need to see some I.D.” I quickly and gladly obliged. Looks like my 60 year old beard and 5 foot, 6 inch frame had saved the day for me.

After studying my identification the Serge said., “Look, Frank, see that stretch of mountains?” He pointed both in the east and west directions. “They block my radio transmission. The nearest place that could give you a tow closed an hour ago. Besides, I‘m off duty now.”

“Oh, shit!” I thought. Looks like I’m still going to be stranded.

“The rule of the road in these parts is to never leave a fella to the coyotes. I live only about 10 miles from here. Grab your overnight bag and let’s go. You can spend the night with me and I will take you to the nearest town in the morning.” Then he added as an after-thought, “That is, unless you would rather spend the night here.”

Well, I did not have to think for more than a micro-second about his generous offer. I grabbed my bag, secured my vehicle and headed toward ‘Sergeant Preston’s’ patrol car. As I approached, the passenger’s door flung open and the Serge shouted, “Put your bag on the rear seat and jump in!”

I closed the door and waited for the vehicle to move --- and waited. The Serge looked at me for a while and slowly began to smile. At that moment, I got the message and grabbed my seatbelt. “Buckle up for safety,” he chuckled as he gunned his vehicle and left a cloud of dust behind us.

“As long as we are going to be buddies for a day, so to speak, we might as well be on first-name basis. I’m Sergeant Morse. Just call me Jack.”

“And my name is Franklin Timothy Gorman, as you already know,” I replied. “You can call me Frank.” We engaged in small-talk for the next five minutes or so. The Serge (I wondered if he would mind if I called him that) then pulled onto a dirt road and I could see a cabin in the distance.

“That’s my place,” he said, as he pointed straight ahead. “See that tall structure to the right of my cabin? That’s a working windmill. I have some of the sweetest water in these parts”, he boasted. As we got closer, he said, “See the large tank at the base of the windmill? I like to go skinny-dipping there sometimes after a hard day of work.”

Could it be that he would actually ask me to skinny-dip with him, I thought? If so then my luck is definitely changing for the better. Best to keep my mouth shut and not do anything that might let on that I would love to see this hunk of a man naked. No chance that he would ever play around with another man --- on the other hand, you never know.

Chapter Two
Skinny-dipping is nice

We entered the cabin and I would say it was rather nice. Not too pretentious, and not shabby either. “You must be thirsty,” he said, as he headed for the kitchen. “Just drop your bag anywhere. How about a cold beer, or, if you prefer, a soda?”

“Thanks, a beer would be great,” I replied. I did not realize until now how thirsty I really was. A fella needs to keep hydrated in this dry climate. I could hear the Serge moving around in the kitchen and in a moment he exited holding a beer in each hand, wearing nothing but his boxers and his socks!

“Hope you don’t mind my being casual,” he half-heartedly apologized. “I like to relax when I get home.”

“No problem,” I replied. “A man’s home is his castle. Here you are the boss and I am just your guest.”

“If you are too not shy, why not take off those hot clothes and join me?”
Well, I have to tell you, Jack did not have to ask me twice. “Shyness is not one of my faults,” I said, as I jumped up from the couch where I had been sitting and removed everything but my own boxers and socks. My only problem would be keeping my little ’willie’ from rising. Jack had placed his feet on the coffee-table that was between us, with his legs spread comfortably apart. I tried not to stare at his belly-button (actually a little lower) but I could see a bit of ’forbidden fruit’ showing through his shorts.

“Nice boxers,” Jack said with a chuckle. “I might be mistaken, but I would guess you got those as a present.”

“You’re correct”, I sheepishly replied. “ I got them for Christmas. All my other underwear was dirty so I put on these ‘Santa’ boxers this morning.”

“Why not take them off?” Jack said, with a smile on his face. With this, he jumped up from his chair and dropped his own boxers.

“Oh, Lord!”, I exclaimed silently. “Can I be seeing what I think I see?” Here, for me to behold, was a naked hunk with a tool that was at least six inches at rest (although I think I detected a slight rise as he stood before me). Jack sat back down and crossed his legs, with the object of my attention in plain sight for me to peruse.

“Oh, shit!”, I thought, “how can I possibly keep my own tool from getting hard? Just keep my eyes above the belly-button and pray a lot,” was my answer.

“How about a cool dip in the pool?” exclaimed Jack as he jumped up and headed for the door. “Last one in has to cook dinner!” Getting into the spirit of the moment, I followed in hot pursuit.

He got to the water tub ahead of me and jumped in. I slid into the other end of the tub only a couple seconds behind him. Man, was the water cold! But after a few minutes, it felt nice. The cool evening breeze helped to make the experience complete.

The tub was about six feet long and four feet wide, rounded on each end. There was enough room to stretch out and not be crowded. Serge reached behind himself and picked up two bars of soap. He pitched one to me. We both began to work up a lather. Jack stood up and began to clean that magnificent tool of his. After a few seconds, he turned away from me and said, “Sorry about that. I’m used to bathing alone.”

“Why don’t you turn around?” I said. Un-oh, looks like I put my mouth into motion before placing my brain into gear. Too late now to retract the comment. “You don’t have anything to be ashamed of. That is a nice tool, by any standard.”

Jack slowly turned about and continued to wash the object of my affection. I stood and began to do likewise. We both were beginning to get hard and, by now, I did not care. After a few moments, he sit back down and I did likewise.

“Looks like we both need to cool off certain parts of our anatomy,” he said, with a shit-eating grin.

“Yeah, you’re right about that assessment,” I replied. “I’m not used to taking a bath under these circumstances.”

“Oh, well, boys will be boys, I suppose,” Jack chuckled. “If you don’t mind my asking, how often do you do it?”

I had an idea what he was referring to but played dumb and asked, “Do what?”

“How often do you play with yourself. I don’t see a ring on your finger so I supposed you are not married. I try for every other day myself,” he said matter-of-factly.

After a few seconds, I got up the nerve to reply. “About twice a week does it for me.” At this point, I was confident that my assessment of the Serge had been wrong --- maybe he does like to play around (I could dream, couldn’t I?).

My heart was pounding and I was searching for something profound to say when Jack stood up and said, “Time to go in. You can cook dinner, since you lost the race.” With that, he jumped out of the tub and ran for the cabin. He went to the bathroom and returned with two large towels. “Better wrap that around your waist after you dry off,” he said. “You don’t want to burn that lovely tool of yours while making dinner. You might need it later.” I was not sure what he meant by that comment but I surely hoped it meant some bedroom fun later tonight.

Chapter Three
Things are looking up:

I managed to find my way around the kitchen while Jack turned on his TV and began channel surfing. I fixed us a sandwich and a cool salad. A bowl of soup would have been nice but I did not want to heat up the room. As I carried the food into the dining room, I yelled, “Soup’s on! Come and get it!” Jack quickly discarded the towel and put on his boxers. Uh-oh! Those were not his boxers --- but mine!

“I sorta like the looks of these ’Santa’ skivvies. Mind if I wear them for a while?”

“Not at all,” I replied, “but that means I will have to wear yours.” I quickly grabbed the only pair not currently in use and put them on. “I hope this meal is to your liking,” I said, as if I were the waiter at a fancy restaurant. I stood at attention and waited for an answer.
Jack took a large bite of the sandwich and replied, in a semi-sarcastic manner, “I’ve tasted better, but I suppose it‘s hard to get good help these days.”

I sat down and we ate the rest of the meal in relative silence, as men are apt to do. When we had finished, I picked up the plates and headed to the kitchen to perform my ’womanly’ duties. Jack resumed his channel surfing. After my KP duties were over, I joined Jack at the boob tube.

Still lounging in our boxers, we watched TV until about 10pm, at which time Jack got up and proclaimed, “Time for bed. Since I have only one bed, you have two choices: You can either sleep on the couch or you can sleep with me.” Before I could even consider the proposal, he added, “I have been known to snore, so be forewarned.”

Well, I am hear to tell you, it did not take me long to make my decision. “Looks like you have a bed-partner tonight,” I replied as I jumped up from my chair. “Snoring doesn’t bother me.” Did I mention that it appeared that my luck was definitely changing for the better?”
We headed for the bedroom. I had visions of what I hoped might happen tonight but tried to erase them from my mind so my tool would not begin to rise. If there was to be any action, I had to let Jack take the initiative. I needed to play hard-to-get (but I was not sure how long I could keep my hands off that beautiful tool of his). The worse thing that could happen is nothing, and the best thing --- woops, better change the subject, my little ‘willie’ was beginning to rise.

As we entered the bedroom, I could see that Jack was like most other bachelors --- he had only half-heartedly made up the bed that morning. “Which side do you prefer?” Jack asked.

“Don’t make any difference to me,” I replied. “Your bed, your choice.”

With this, Jack headed for the left side of the bed and straightened up the covers just a bit. He started to drop my boxers but hesitated. “I usually sleep in the nude,” he said. “Do you mind?”

“Only if I can do the same,” I replied, as I dropped his boxers and headed for the other side of the bed. Jack removed my ’Santa’ boxers and turned off the light. In the darkness, he slid into the bed beside me. “Good night,” he said, “and sweet dreams.”

“And a good night to you, Sergeant,” I replied. I thought to myself, “Well, it looks like nothing is going to happen this night. Maybe morning will be more productive.” I turned onto my left side and soon I was asleep.

Chapter Four
A productive night’s sleep

Sometime later, I woke up. Although I did not know what time it was, it was still dark. I suddenly realized that Jack had turned onto his left side and now had his right arm across my chest and his hand was resting just above at my belly-button. He had moved into a ‘spoon’ position and his hard private member was against my butt-cheeks. I could tell by his breathing that he was fast asleep (and probably having a very nice dream). I dared not move. My right arm was free and I got up enough courage to slowly move my hand down and softly felt of Jack’s wonderful tool. It was fully erect. I slowly stroked it and a couple drops of pre-cum oozed from the tip. I spread it around a bit and inched my body towards his until his tool was between my butt-cheeks. He instinctively humped me several times. My heart was beating so fast, I though it would wake him up. We lay in this position for five or 10 minutes. Jack then awoke with a grunt. He realized the position he was in and quickly rolled over onto his back. In a few minutes he was snoring softly.

I worked up enough courage to roll over onto my right side and placed my leg over Jack’s, being careful not to contact his private member. I placed my left arm onto his chest about nipple high. Jack squirmed a bit but continued his heavy breathing. Being emboldened by this, I slowly moved my arm down his body until my hand grasp his hard cock, ever so easily. Since I got no reaction from him, I gently stroked that beautiful tool a few times. By now, it was rock hard and oozing pre-cum again. Still Jack did not move. I thought, “Either this big guy is a great actor or he is a very heavy sleeper.” I did not care which. There was no stopping me now.

I slid down under the sheet and quietly placed my tongue to the tip of his magnificent tool and licked the pre-cum. It was delicious --- very sweet. I slowly engulfed the head with my lips and continued until at least 5 inches of his 7 inches was in my mouth. I quietly sucked on this ‘lollipop’ for several minutes. Jack’s breathing got harder and faster. I softly grabbed his balls and they were tight to his body. I knew he was getting close to releasing his load. I continued my slow mouth action, running my tongue around the head and watching him squirm in his sleep. All of a sudden his breathing got even heavier and quicker. He shot his load and I hung on to his tool and took all that delicious love-juice. I could not believe my luck. Through all this action, Jack had not awakened. I quietly retrieved my position beside him. My heart has pounding, but I managed to compose myself and soon I fell asleep also.
When I awoke this time, it was just beginning to get light. I rolled from my left side onto my back. The movement woke up Jack and he said, “Good morning, Frank. How did you sleep?”

I held back a smile as I answered, “I slept very well, thank you, Sergeant. And how did you sleep?” I replied. I knew this was a loaded question and I wondered how he would answer.

“I slept like a baby. I hope I did not crowd you too much. I’m not used to having a guest in my bed. I did have a strange dream, though. I dreamed I was having sex and that I shot my load but there is no evidence of that this morning. I haven’t had a wet dream in years.”

Again, I smiled to myself. “Maybe what you need is some good sex to get rid of all that tension,” I volunteered.

“Sounds good to me,” Jack said. “But the opportunities for that are limited in this sparse land. You got any suggestions?”

“Well, you got three choices when it comes to sex,” I replied. “You can take care of the situation yourself, you can try and find a nice female to help out, or you can let your ‘neighbor’ assist. And right now, I’m your nearest neighbor.” I knew I was treading into forbidden territory but time was running out for me. We soon would have to be getting out of bed.

Jack did not reply right away. I think he was not sure of his response. He finally answered, “If I allowed my ‘neighbor’ to assist, what would he have in mind? I have often thought about having sex with another man, but never followed through. You got any experience in that field?”

“Well,” I replied, “I have been known to assist a friend when it was necessary.” With this comment, I jumped out of bed and threw back the sheet. I grabbed hold of Jack and pulled him down a couple of feet. Jack had a surprised look on his face, not knowing what I had in mind. I jumped on the bed and quickly took Jack’s flaccid cock into my mouth and began to work it like the professional that I am. The Serge jerked away a bit but decided it felt too good to object. As I continued my conquest, I moved my own cock until it was only a foot or so from Jack’s face. He got the idea and slowly grabbed hold of my now erect tool. He began to stroke it slowly. Jack then got up the nerve to place his lips onto the head of my cock which by now was oozing lots of pre-cum. He tasted the joy-juice and decided it was time to throw caution to the wind, as he took the whole 6 inches into his mouth, and he seemed to be having fun.

We continued this action for several minutes. I was purposely going slowly because I didn’t want the Serge to cum, instead I wanted him to fuck me. He just did not know it yet. I got a feeling in my balls that told me I would not last much longer. As I began to breath harder and faster, I yelled, “I’m cumming!!!” Even though I gave Jack warning, he held on and took my load like a trooper (which, of course he was, after all). I squirmed a bit as my cock got sensitive and, all the while, Jack held on. After I calmed down a bit, I said, “Are you in the mood to fuck me now?”

Jack hesitated before answering. “Are you volunteering? You better think twice before answering that question because I’m horny as hell and might just take you up on your offer.”

I quickly replied, “I just happen to have some condoms and lube in my bag. I‘ll get them for you.”

As I got up to retrieve my luggage, Jack jumped out of bed and said, “I got to empty my bladder first. I can’t fuck you with a full one.”

As Jack exited the bathroom, I handed him the condom and lube. I then went to bleed my own lizard. I came back and laid on the bed on my stomach with my left leg bent. Jack quickly put the condom on and applied some lube. I then said, “Put some of that jelly on your finger and lube me up too.” Jack hesitated before running his finger into my ass but then seemed to enjoy the action.

“Now what?” said Jack. “Are you ready?”

“I thought you would never asked, Sergeant” I replied. “Do your manly duty but take it easy. That stiff weapon of yours could do a lot of damage if not handled gently.”

Sergeant Morse pushed his cock against my anus muscle and applied pressure. I pushed as if having a bowel movement and that weapon of his slowly entered until I had all seven inches. I grunted a bit and Jack said, “Are you all right? I don’t want to hurt you.”
I replied, “You can continue until I holler ‘Uncle‘!”. The Serge began to pump and the motion slowly began to increase. That large tool was almost more than I could take but I was not about to give the command to stop.

Jack had me straighten my left leg. He then lay on top of me and continued his fucking. The action got faster and more furious and I knew he could not last much longer. He uttered a loud grunt and then pushed his tool into me as far as possible. He shot his load and collapsed on top of me. He then rolled onto his side and I said, “Don’t pull out. Just lay here for a while.”

We laid in that position until Jack’s throbbing tool relaxed. He finally pulled out and I rolled towards him until we were face-to-face. I wanted to kiss this hunk of a man but I did not have the nerve. I did not want to spoil a good thing. All of a sudden, Jack looked into my eyes and softly put his lips to mine. We hugged and kissed for what seemed to be minutes. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. After we finally relaxed Jack said, in an apologizing manner, “I’m sorry about that. I hope you didn’t mind.”

I could hardly keep a straight face as I replied, “You boys are all alike. Always taking advantage of a kind neighbor.” He realized I was just joking and we both laughed as we embraced again.

Too soon Jack said, “The fun is over. Time to take a shower and be on our way.”

“Well, this is the last you boys will see of me for a while,” I said, as I placed another log on the fire. “I’m headed out west. Someone’s waiting for me there. We’re going to take a nice long soak in a large tub.”