Naked at the Pump by bare

 As a nurse, I often work a late shift, then head for the 24 hour gym on my way home.  When I'm too tired to lift weights or cycle, I unwind in the sauna and watch the guys cruising one another, showing off their boners, occasionally engaging in sex.  I like to shower and head back to the sauna multiple times, and some nights that's my entire routine.  Sometimes I get off, sometimes not.  When I leave the gym I hop in my truck and head for home.  It's a long drive but living in the country in my rustic cabin affords all the privacy I want.  I have to contend with only a few neighbors, most live in manufactured homes they put on their acre or two.  Mostly they are working class folks, minding their own business, raising their families as best as they can.  I pretty much stick to myself and am left alone.  The neighbors know I'm an RN and also that I'm gay and spend whatever free time I can find piddling around in my yard, tinkering with my truck, or lounging on my deck, naked. 

So, I'm driving home one night from the gym and it's past midnight, I have the windows down in my truck, I'm getting close to home and have pulled off my shirt and gym shorts and am wearing my jockstrap and flip flops.  I'm feeling horny and have released my cock and balls from the jock strap and I’m stroking away when I see a car pulled off on the side of the country lane about a mile from my cabin.  I recognize the car as belonging to one of my neighbors, an older guy named Jim who is well known for his excessive drinking.  I figure he's drunk and has pulled over to sleep it off, but he steps out in the road and flags me down.  I come to a stop and he walks over to my window, and I can smell the alcohol.  He tells me he has run out of gas, and could I please take him to the nearest station to fill up his 5 gallon jug.  I tell him I just got finished exercising and am only wearing a jock strap and he says whatever, would I drive him or not?  Sure, I say, hop in.  I make a u-turn on the narrow country lane and head back to the nearest gas station, about 3 miles away.  It's a 24 hour station but no attendants are on duty after 10 p.m.  Jim is definitely more intoxicated than I originally thought.  He stumbles out of the truck and grabs his gas can from the truck bed and begins trying to fill it up.  He has pushed the wrong buttons and his only credit card is rejected.  What the fuck I think as I step out into the night to help him.  I look around and although the gas pump area is brightly lit, there's an embankment that shields it from the highway.  There are no other customers at this late hour.  I insert my credit card and begin filling up his five gallon container.

"Hey dude," Jim says, "you're naked."  He then chuckles. 

"Not quite," I answer, "I'm wearing a swimmer's jock which happens, technically, to be legal attire in this jurisdiction."  (I'm not really sure that's true, but I'd been seeing  guys riding their bicycles on main streets in the city wearing only g-strings and was told that was perfectly legal).  

"Oh," he says, "I didn't know that.  So if a cop drives up he's not going to arrest you for what you are wearing, or, um, not wearing?"

"It's more complicated than that, Jim.  Not all cops know the laws.  Besides, if they want to arrest you they can pretty do whatever they want, especially if you are disrespectful."

"I hate cops," Jim says.

"Well, Jim, they are here to protect us, and by the way, you really shouldn't be driving while intoxicated."

"Fuck, man, I'm real careful. I only had six beers, and I could say the same to you about driving around naked.  What if you got in a wreck?"

"No matter, we're both going to get home safely tonight.  But you owe me for this gas and I want you to promise to pay me back."

"Fuck yes, man, I'll pay you back, I got some cash in the trailer.  I could just stuff it in your straps like you was one of them exotic dancers."   I laughed and wondered how flirtatious he would be when sober, and how soon my neighbors would be talking about my driving "naked". 

Suddenly a car pulls into the station and heads for the pumps directly across from us.  It's a car with three guys, probably late teens or early twenties, windows down, music blaring.  I immediately catch the smell of marijuana.

"Dope heads," Jim observed.

"It's just pot," I reply.

One of the guys whistles at me, but then gives me a thumbs up of approval.  I can hear them laughing but otherwise they don't pay any attention to us.  Now I must admit that Jim has zero appeal to me, but these younger guys are really hot.  I could feel my cock getting hard and pressing against the cup of the swimmer's jock.  As I watched, one of them, a slender guy with long dark curly hair gets out and starts pumping gas. Nice legs.  Another guy gets out and urinates by the side of the car.  Uninhibited.  They are definitely stoned.  As I keep glancing over at them I notice that their front tire is nearly flat. 

"Hey guy," I say, walking over to the cute dude pumping gas. "Did you know your front right tire is nearly flat?"  He takes a look and says "Holy shit."  The other two guys come over to have a look.  

I bend down to check the tire and see that there is a side puncture, the head of the nail  protruding from the sidewall.  "This is a side puncture," I tell them, "definitely not repairable.  Do you have a spare?" 

The driver says, "I think there's a donut spare in the trunk but I've no idea if it has any air in it, but let me take a look."  He opens the trunk, finds the donut, but doesn't really know what he's doing.  His tank top reveals some nice muscles and a hairy chest. 

"Let me take a look," I say.  I'm tired and sleepy, but standing amongst these three hot guys wearing only a jockstrap wakes me up and I'm totally enjoying the situation.  The night is warm and I feel naked and vulnerable, and I like that.  "I walk over to my car and grab a tire gauge out of the glove box.  "Looks like we might be here a while," I say to Jim, who is sitting in the front seat of my truck on the verge of falling asleep.

"Huh?" he asks.

"Nothing," I say, "just go back to sleep."

I check the tire pressure in the donut spare and it seems to be fine.  "Pressure is fine," I say, "but I wouldn't drive for too long on this spare, once you get it on.  You need a new tire." 

"Guys, do any of you know how to change a spare?" the driver asks.  They all look at one another with puzzled looks and I quickly realize they have no idea how to change a spare. 

"Okay," I say, "I'll help you change the tire, but I'm going to need some help.  We need to get this done so we can get the hell out of here."

"Just tell us what to do, man, we don't want any trouble, you know, in case the cops drive by."

"Nobody can see a thing from the highway," I say, "but you're right, a cop car could pull in for a fill-up and I sure as hell don't want to be hassled for what I'm wearing and you guys sure don't want to get busted for pot.  Let's get this done."  I begin giving instructions on what I need--jack, tire iron, the donut itself. We all go to work.

"Before we jack the car up all the way," I say, "we need to loosen the nuts from the tire."  The guy with the dark curly hair giggles. I can't tell who's the most stoned of the three.  I smile as I squat down to begin wrenching the nuts free from bolts of the deflated tire.  Mostly the guys are standing around watching my every move.  The bulge in the cup of my jock is about to burst, and it's beginning to feel real uncomfortable.  I casually pull the jock up a ways and my balls drop out, hanging free, I can feel them lightly graze the ground.  The nuts on the tire are tight and I'm beginning to sweat.

"You got some big, loose nuts there," the giggler says.  "At least two are now free."  He laughs and the other two join him. "Can I give it a try?" the driver asks.

"Sure I say," gladly handing the tire iron over to him.  I stand up and stretch, tugging on my balls.  The night air feels good.  

"Why are you just wearing a jock strap?" says one of the guys with light brown hair and hazel colored eyes, "I mean, it's okay, no problem, I was just curious."    He's definitely my favorite of the three.  Cute as hell.

"I work in the city at Shepherd Hospital, then I go to the gym, and the ac in my truck isn't working right now and I like feeling the cool breeze, so I took off my shirt and gym shorts while stopped at a red light.  One of my neighbors ran out of gas and I'm doing him a favor, just like I'm doing you guys a favor.  I live about 3 miles down the road."

"The 24 hour gym by the hospital?" one of the guys asks.  "Some crazy shit goes on in that sauna."

 "Is that a problem?" I ask. 

"Fuck no," he says, "I like watching.  Good entertainment." 

"Wanna smoke a joint?" the driver suddenly asks.

"Sure," I say, "but let's get this tire changed first."  By this time the guy has worked all the nuts free.

"Don't unscrew them all the way," I say, "we have to jack up the car, and that's the part that can be dangerous.  Make sure the car is in park and the brake is set."  I'm beginning to feel like the authority father figure amongst these young adults.  My cock is still trying to break free.  I'm kind of wishing I had blown my load at the gym so I wouldn't be quite so horny, but at the same time I'm loving the situation--it's now well after midnight, I'm surrounded by these three hot looking stoned guys, we are in a public place where anyone could suddenly drive up, and I'm helping these guys while my balls are hanging free in the breeze wearing only a jockstrap and flip flops.  What are the chances? 

We finally get the donut in place, tighten all the nuts, and I jack the car down and remove the jack. 

"Thanks so much," the driver says.  "I'm so glad you were here to help us.  Wanna smoke that joint now?"

"Sure," I say, but I think we should pull the cars over there, away from the pumps and any video camera, maybe to that area over there.  It's dark and if someone pulls in for gas, it'll give us plenty of warning."

After moving the vehicles to a far less conspicuous spot, out of the bright lights, we all gather outside our cars and one of the guys lights up the joint.

"It's been a while since I smoked," I said, "it used to really make me horny."  They all laugh. One of the guys lights up the joint and begins passing it around.  I'm really wanting to release my cock and figure the longer I think about it the less likely it's going to happen so I casually reach down and pull the jock strap cup to the side, completely freeing my cock.  My action doesn't go unnoticed.      

"That's one hell of a big cock,” the driver says.

"Thanks,” I say, “I get no complaints, and like I said earlier, pot makes me fucking horny.” I  reach down and give my cock a few strokes.

"Not bad, dude," the guy with the dark curly hair says, "the chicks would go crazy over that."

"So do guys," I say. 

"My older brother is gay," he says, "He and  I are pretty tight, about a year difference in age, but I’m not gay.  He’s always wanting me to suck his cock." 

"This talk along with the joint is obviously making me horny," I say, looking down at my growing cock.     

"Makes me really hungry," the quiet one says. 

"For what?" the driver asks, and they all laugh.

"Anything sweet," the guy answers. 

"Listen, dude, my gay brother jacks off around me all the time, and sure, sometimes I will suck him off when he asks me to."

"Really?” the driver asks.

"Sure, just a few times, what's it to you?"

"Chill, man, just curious."

"How many of you guys have ever never sucked a man's cock," I ask, trying to keep the conversation focused on guy stuff.

"I never have," the guy who had just said he was hungry for anything sweet.     

"Get out of here," his buddy says.  "You've got to be kidding.  Doesn't mean you're gay, dude, all guys fool around with one another sometimes.  It's normal guy stuff."

"He's right," I say, "I have several straight buds that will suck my cock when it's just the two of us.  Doesn't mean they don't prefer pussy."

"Really," the quieter guy says, "everyone here has sucked cock but me.  That's really weird."

"Well," the driver says, "what's weird is not that we've all sucked cock, but that you haven't ever fooled around with another guy.  That's pretty strange.  Even my girlfriend has fooled around with some of her girl friends."

"I vote that if it's okay with our new friend here, you should try sucking his cock, just to see what it's like.  You’ll never know if you don’t give it a try.  Why not”? 

"That's fine by me,” I say, "I'm disease free, I promise you."

The other two egg him on.  “We won’t look if you don’t want us to,” the driver says. 

“Oh what the fuck,” the quieter one says as he approaches me and drops to his knees.   I remove the jock strap and present his mouth with my hard cock.  He immediately takes my cock down his throat, gags, pulls out and spits on the ground.”

“Take it easy,” I say, placing my hands on his head.  “Let me show you how.”  I hold his head still and gently move the head of my cock into his mouth.  “Okay, now imagine you are sucking on a sweet popsicle. Yea, that’s right.  Excellent, take it slow.”  At this point I am totally amazed at the situation.  Jim is in the pickup sound asleep, the young hot guy is on his knees doing a damn good job of sucking my cock, and his two buddies have moved slightly away to give us some privacy.  I get so lost in the intoxication of the night and the blow job that I close my eyes and breathe deeply, feeling the movement of my cock as it slides down his warm throat.   After a while  I know I’m going to explode in his mouth but I’ve lost all concern for anything but the ecstasy I’m feeling.  I realize my hands are holding tightly to the back of his head and I’m beginning to pump, getting rougher as I get closer to shooting.  As I enter into the intensity of the climax I can feel the pulsations that stir my hips into deep forward motions as my ass muscles tighten and squeeze tight and hard as the hot cum is pumped from my balls through my cock directly into the awaiting warmth of the hot, juicy throat.   

After shooting my load, I slowly come out of the ecstasy.  The guy is bent over, still on his knees, desperately trying to catch his breath.  “Fuck you, you mother fucking bastard,” he manages to say, “I could barely breathe, I fucking thought I was going to black out, goddammit.  He gets up and lands a fist right into my stomach.  Not too hard, but I know I’ve really pissed him off.  “I’m so sorry,” I said, “I just got lost in the moment, I didn’t mean any harm.” 

His two buddies come over, and pull him away from me.  “Take it easy,” the driver says.  “And you,” he says, pointing at me, “What the hell is wrong with you.  Couldn’t you tell he was having a hard time taking in your cock.  I thought you were just going to let him suck your cock and see if he liked it, not fuck his brains out.  Gee.”

“He shot his load down my throat,” the quiet guy said, “it was warm and salty, I can still taste it. Holy shit, I can't believe he did that.”

“Look, man, I’m really sorry,” I said, I got totally carried away it felt so good. “

“Yea, good for you and hell for me, you selfish bastard.  I should stuff my cock down your throat until you nearly choke to death and see how you like it.” 

“Not a bad idea,” the driver said, looking at me.

“Look, man, I said I was sorry.  That fucking pot was way too strong for me.  I rarely smoke it and it really got me horny.  I got totally lost and I apologize for that.  I really do need to get home and get some rest.  Sorry things turned out badly.  I will certainly let him fuck my face, hard as he wants, but not now.  I'm exhausted.”

“I imagine so,” the quiet guy said.  “I will definitely take you up on the offer, in fact, I can’t wait to ram my hard cock down your throat.  And let me tell you, my cock is just about the same size as yours.”

At that very moment a car pulls into the gas station and the headlights land directly in the spot where we are standing.  Being naked and stoned, I knew I needed to get the fuck out of there.

"You can find me at 24 hour fitness, the one near Shepherd Hospital, most week day nights,"

as I said as I hopped in my pick up, started the ignition and threw the truck into reverse.  I wanted to get the hell out of there just in case the driver of the car with the headlights might decide to report a naked man.  I decided to take a different route home.  Jim was still asleep.  That was one hell of a blow job, I thought to myself, even though I got carried away.  It was the pot.  I didn't really think the guy suffered that much, after all, he was sucking on me like it was the best popsicle he'd ever sucked on.   All in all, it was pretty sweet.

Showing Off at the Pool

by Paul (paulrun4@yahoo.com)

In the summer I swim every day at a city pool after getting off work. I’m a sports caster at the local news station. I look pretty good for my age if I do say so myself but took up the swimming to stay fit.

It’s not a bad pool. Standard Olympic-sized with a couple of diving boards at one end. Pretty basic but that’s just what I need. There’s almost always a lap lane open. I also like it for its men’s locker room. It’s basic too. Concrete walls and floors. One wall lined with urinals, another lined with toilets. No toilet stalls or doors, just concrete dividers for holding toilet paper. A wooden bench in the middle of the room. A few sinks, a mirror. An open shower area with a couple old-fashioned shower stands, the kind that has four nozzles attached to the top of a vertical pipe.

I’m in the habit of showering there every day after my swim. Since I come in the evenings the pool isn’t very crowded but there are always guys coming in and out of the locker room, mostly to take a piss. I usually take the shower head closest to the door. Anybody who walks into the locker room sees me that way. People rarely use the showers, and when they do, they usually keep their suits on. I take everything off, relaxing, washing the chlorine out of my hair, soaping up my body. A whole thorough cleaning.

It’s a public pool so every now and then you get some rough types there. There’s always a police officer hanging around for security. One evening after a good long swim I'd just slipped off my trunks to shower when two fully-uniformed officers walk in. One of them is young, looks like mid-twenties, tall, lean, tan, with a buzzed light brown hair cut. I’ve seen him at the pool once before. The other one is older and stockier. He wears his hair short too. It’s dark with some gray above the side burns. I’m the first thing they see when they walk in. I look up at them and stand there holding my trunks out in front of me. They stop a few feet from the doorway and look around the room authoritatively.

After a few seconds they acknowledge me. The old one takes the lead. Anybody else come through here lately? he asks. He’s all business.

Nope, just me. What’s the problem officer? The young one walks by me and paces around the room a bit, peering over the toilet partitions.

Indecent exposure report, says the old one. He steps by me to glance into the shower. Some creep running around flashing people. Last seen here at the pool, thought he might’ve ducked in the lockers. He stops a few feet away from me and looks me up and down real careful. I keep my trunks held out in front of me, feeling exposed. He’s staring me down and then the young one comes and gives me a thorough once over.

He don’t fit the description, Ned. The guy ain’t here. The old one nods and pulls out his radio. He has big hairy forearms. Then the young one pipes up again. Hey, I’ll be damned, he says. You’re on TV. Real big grin on his face. He recognizes me. I can breathe a little easier. I flash the old TV grin.

Yeah, that’s right, I say. He’s watched my station since high school. He tells me his name and asks me if I remember his team. I look up toward the ceiling to think. I’m getting more comfortable now so I let my suit drop to the bench beside me and cross my arms. After a moment I tell the young guy I can’t recall. So he tells me his name and the school he went to and I manage to place him with the basketball team there. The kid looks thrilled. He glances at the old guy. He’s showing off for him. The old guy has put up his radio and stands there listening with his hands on his hips. Now the young guy wants to talk sports, and here I am, standing naked. I’m happy to oblige because I think the kid is cute. But his boss makes me feel even more naked the way he’s staring me down. It’s okay though. I have nothing to hide.

The old guy doesn’t seem very interested in joining our conversation. He strides over to one of the toilets while we’re talking. He unzips and a stream of piss hits the toilet water. It’s almost loud enough to drown out our talking. It lasts a while. As it fades out he says over his shoulder, Well fellas, hate to interrupt this bull session, but duty calls. He shakes dry and turns around to us abruptly, zipper undone, all of him hanging out there. He isn’t wearing underwear. All of a sudden I feel small and shriveled from the cold water I just walked out of, and I give myself a couple inadvertent nervous tugs. He walks back over toward us and makes a to-do of re-tucking his shirt, still unzipped and hanging out. Looking at his partner he says, Ready to hit the road?

Sure, says the young one, and turns to me, offering his hand. Hey, it was good to meet you.

Good to meet you too, I say, smiling and taking his hand. It’s a firm handshake. When the old guy offers me his hand he’s zipped up again. His handshake is a vice. His look takes in all of me. I notice I’m not so small anymore, and maybe he does too.

Real pleased to meet a celebrity, he says. I just smile. Then I wish them good luck with finding their man, and they thank me while walking out, the young one in front.

I get in the shower. I use one of the less visible ones because now I’m hard and there’s no hiding it. I think about what just happened. The three of us, showing off for each other. Something different about the old guy. I wonder about him. I wonder what it’s like when just the two of them are together.

Naked at the Park by bare

 A while back I connected with a guy online who expressed an interest in getting naked in public places, taking some risks, but generally playing it as safe as possible.  He was looking for a buddy to share this with to add to the fun and adventure of it all.  We agreed to meet at a park he was familiar with a couple of hours before dawn one warm summer morning.  The park covered many acres and had running trails, wooded areas, picnic tables, and wide open grassy areas.   The land was not flat, but rolling, which was nice.  Naturally I was a bit nervous, but when I pulled into the parking lot I recognized his vehicle immediately, based on his description, but was somewhat unnerved that there was another vehicle there also--an old, beat up pickup truck.  I was wearing a pair of Adidas split jogging shorts with the lining removed and running shoes.  I got out of the car and let my eyes adjust to the darkness.  There was just enough moonlight to make my way to the nearest trail.  It was spooky because the parking lot faced an area of picnic tables and the trail led directly into a heavily wooded area.   He was nowhere to be found, so I thought what the heck, he's probably watching me right now to be sure I'm not a cop or total lunatic.  Then I began to wonder, what if this guy is a cop or a total lunatic?  I quickly dismissed the idea as we had shared enough online to get a good feel of our mutual interests.   As soon as I got a few yards down the trail I caught sight of someone disappearing around a large oak tree.  We had both brought small flashlights to use sparingly.

 "Hello, anyone there?" I called out.

He stepped out from behind the tree.  He was wearing running shorts and shoes  just like me--no shirt.  He had dark hair cropped short, a handsome face with brown eyes, a thin but muscular build, a nice chest that tapered down to a flat stomach with nice abs and trim waistline.  Definitely a few years younger than me.  We chatted briefly, feeling one another out, establishing a sense of trust and familiarity.
 

 "Follow me," he said, and off we went in the opposite direction, passing the picnic tables and parking lot where I had just been. 

"I guess you noticed there's another vehicle here" I said. 

"Yea, and I know the guy, not personally, but I've seen him around a lot, he collects cans for recycling, keeps to himself, doesn't bother anyone.  A bit of an outsider, harmless." 

We came to a stop on the running trail at the top of a rise with a vast expanse of grass.   

"Shall we?" he asked, as he stepped out of his shorts.  I immediately did the same.  The thrill was suddenly upped several notches.  He took off running, I followed beside him.  This was a rare experience for me and I felt exhilarated running naked with another naked guy in a public park.  We stopped at the next picnic table along the route to catch our breaths and he dropped to his knees and began sucking my cock.  When I felt the urge to suck him, he took off running, with me in fast pursuit, soon catching up to his side.  Because it was a large park I was unfamiliar with, I had no idea where we were.  The trails branched out in several directions, there were restrooms, shelters, picnic areas with bar-b-cue pits, and other things I couldn't really see very well.

 "Let's go that way," he said, "we'll pass right by the man collecting cans."

"You think that's a good idea?" I asked doubtfully.

"Sure," he said, "he'll look up, maybe, but won't say anything."

"Sounds like you've done this before," I said, feeling a bit more confident.

"Couple of times," he responded.  "He moves around a lot so it's kind of hard to completely avoid him.  It's not a problem."

 Even though it was still quite dark, as we approached the next picnic table I could make out the silhouette of a man leaning over a garbage can.  I could hear the sounds of his digging through the garbage.  Right at the point where we were about the pass right by him, my friend stopped.  He was stroking his cock.  There was a slight breeze and my high was still peaking.  He dropped to his knees and took me down into his throat.   The stranger was only a few yards away, but I'm not sure what he could or couldn't see.  After a couple of minutes, we walked on, and my friend explained to me that the park only had one entrance so it was easy to see anyone entering the park, and if we missed seeing them entering, we would be able to see all the cars in the parking lot from a safe vantage point.  At this point in our adventure there's not much more to report other than the both of us were having an awesome time, exploring the park, naked, feeling the breeze on our bodies, stroking and sucking cock.   I decided that I really liked this guy.

Before long the rise of the sun began slowly turning the darkness to dull light.  We noticed the headlights of a couple of cars enter the parking lot, but they all just circled around and left.  When we got back to the parking lot, I felt both a sense of disappointment that our fun was coming to an end, as well as a sense of excitement because it was getting lighter by the minute and we were becoming more visible in our naked play.  Joggers would soon be arriving.  Still, it was early.   It would be just as easy to put on our shorts as it was to pull them off.  I sat on the edge of a picnic table, resting on my back looking up at the sky, my legs spread as my buddy took my cock in his hand and stroked me to an intense ejaculation.  I felt our fun was nearing an end, it was getting lighter and one could hear the city traffic in the background.   I could tell my friend wasn't ready for things to end.  I pulled on my shorts but he remained naked and stroking.  I could tell he was still really pumped up, and wanted me to suck him and stroke him, which I did, but he didn't want to cum.  He seemed restless.  I was about ready to hop in my car and say good-bye, hope to see you again, when he walked over to the back of the trash collector's truck and began rummaging through his stuff.

 "Oh shit," I said, "What are you doing?"

 "Just looking around, that's all," he casually replied.  "Hey, look here," he said, "the guy has a thermos of hot coffee."  He removed the lid of the thermos and took a small sip.  I really didn't know what to think, but I didn't feel comfortable anymore.  "I'm going to add some creamer," he said.  Standing there in the dawning light he stroked to the point of ejaculation, then held the thermos with his other hand and directed his cock head to the opening and shot his load directly into the old guy's coffee.  Honestly, I was appalled at his behavior, but after all, I didn't really know this guy and although I'd never do what he just did, I didn't think much harm was really being done.  The  thermos of hot coffee would probably dissolve his cum and the guy would never notice.  After he screwed the lid back on and carefully replaced the thermos in the exact spot he found it in, he went and sat on the picnic table.  I was really liking the shape of his body, his nice muscles, his dark patch of pubes, his olive colored skin.   I felt comfortable being with him, and also very excited.  He was still naked and his cock still fluffed. 

"Well," I said, "I really enjoyed myself and hope to see you again."

 "For sure," he replied. 

"I guess I'd better get going," I said, "I've got a long drive back." 

"Cool," he said. "Let's do this again.  I think I'll stay here for a while, at least until the old man shows up."

"Let me know what happens," I said, getting into my car and reluctantly driving away.