Date: Sat, 02 Apr 2005 09:44:43 -0500
From: cgard 43 <cgard43@hotmail.com>
Subject: Graffiti Garage

Here's a story just for fun...all the usual disclaimers apply, and remember
that this is fiction: in real life play it safe always. Comments welcome to
Cgard43@hotmail.com


GRAFFITI GARAGE


	Kevin and Mark had worked together for several years. Mark owned a
self-service gas station and did small scale auto repairs, and Kevin was his
day-shift cashier who also kept track of the parts and supplies for the
repair operation. Kevin was going to college in the evenings.
	Kevin was a hunk, a few inches over six feet, with blond hair and blue
eyes. He was in his early twenties, and his body was slim but well-built.
Mark was almost half a dozen years older, shorter, and had medium brown hair
and brown eyes. He was kind of stocky but well-muscled, and he was very nice
looking.
	One day, Mark came out of the restroom angry as hell.
	"Who's been writing on the damn walls?" he asked as he walked into the
cashier's area, "Somebody's writing queer stuff on the walls in the john."
	"Got me," Kevin answered, "Gee, there really aren't that many people who
even use it." Mark asked him to go in and try to wash the writing off the
wall, and Kevin nodded. He grabbed a towel and some cleaner and walked into
the restroom.
	On the wall right next to the toilet was the very clear writing.
                 I want to suck the handsome guy's cock.
Make date.
	Kevin started washing the writing from the wall, but he ended up, of
course, by having to wash down the whole restroom. He joked with Mark as he
finished.
	"I think you just wanted me to wash the walls, Mark," he said, "I bet you
wrote that yourself."
	"No way," Mark said, but he laughed afterward.
	From that day on, every couple of days or so, there would be a new message
on the wall. After a while, there were two different styles of writing.
	            How about it, handsome.
                  Let me suck your cock.
	This was followed shortly by a reply.
	            You think you can handle my big cock, stud?  I'm hung long and
                  thick.
	Kevin dutifully washed the walls off after each message, and he and Mark
puzzled over who could be doing the writing.
	"It must be on the evening or night shift," Kevin said, "I've been trying
to keep an eye on who goes in there, and I've never seen anybody who looked
suspicious."
	"Well," Mark said, "I guess it's just a game somebody's playing with us."
	The messages went on, and it actually seemed that a dialogue was
developing.
                  What's the matter, stud?
                  You scared off by my big cock?

This was followed a day or so later by:
                  Hell no. The bigger the better, handsome.
                  I'll suck it down to your balls.

	Again, Kevin dutifully washed off the wall, complaining about the extra
work all this was making for him. And still they had no clue who was the
culprit. A few days later the next message appeared.
                  Now you're talking. I want to fuck it
                  down your throat and
                  shoot my big wad of cum.
                  Think you can you handle it?

Followed later by the answer.
                  You bet your ass I can. I'll swallow every
                  inch of cock you've got, handsome.
                  Come on,  feed me your hot load.

	Mark and Kevin actually began enjoying it, each running to tell the other
when there was a new message.
	"Maybe we should start leaving them," Kevin said.
	"No, we can't have people coming in and seeing that kind of thing," Mark
replied.
	The next message came pretty quickly.

                  I'll take care of your cock, handsome.
                  What about you? You gonna put out?
                  My cock needs attention too.
	Then came the answer:
                  Hell yes, I want your dick.
                  How you want me to take it?

	And early the next morning the next:

                   Down your throat or up your ass.
                   Maybe both. How about it?

	"This is gettin' me crazy," Mark commented as he left the rest room.
	"Another message?" Kevin asked, and Mark nodded.
	"Yeah, and it sounds like it's gettin' serious."
	"I just can't figure it out," Kevin said, "That must have been here last
night or before I got here today."
	"It's a puzzle," Mark said, "It really is."
	Later that day Mark approached Kevin with a request.
	"Kevin, could you possibly work on Saturday?" he asked. "Jerry just called
and said he has to go out of town Saturday for a funeral"
	"Sure," Kevin said, "I could use some extra pay anyway."
	The station was very busy Friday morning as it normally was, and there
seemed to be a steady stream of people wanting to use the rest room. When
there was finally a lull, Kevin checked and then pointed out to Mark the
latest message.
                  I can take it both ways, how about
                  you, stud? You afraid you can't
                  handle my big cock?

	"You know, Mark," Kevin said, "I never saw this restroom so busy as this
morning, and I tried to watch every person who went in. It could have been
any one of them, but none of them looked at all suspicious."
	"You're right," Mark agreed, "And I guess we can't do anything to stop it
either."
	The night-shift guy arrived at six o'clock that night. Just before he left,
Kevin walked into the restroom to wash his hands. He was surprised to find a
new message.
                  I hope it's really that big.
                  If it is, I'll suck it till you pop.
                  I'm hot to shoot my load too.
                  How about Saturday?

	Kevin washed the wall off again, not mentioning the latest message to Mark,
because he knew Mark was starting to get pretty annoyed about it.
	There was no new message the next morning, but after Kevin had gone to
lunch, Mark found the next one.

                   Well how about it, handsome. You chicken-shit?

	He told Kevin about it when he returned.
	"Hell, I don't even know who went in there while you were gone," Mark said,
"I was working in the shop most of the time." Kevin shook his head, but
washed the writing off the wall as Mark sat in the office eating his lunch.
	The station closed at six o'clock on Saturdays. About a half-hour before
closing time, Mark walked into the restroom to clean up and found yet
another message.

                  Fuck no. I'm ready when you are
                  and horny as hell.

	"I can't believe it," Mark said, walking back into the station, "But that
other note said something about Saturday, so maybe it'll get settled soon."
	Kevin went in and washed off the message, but was deep in thought as he
returned to the cashier's station. Something was bothering him and he
pondered it. Mark noticed how quiet he was as they counted the money and
added up the charge slips.
	"What's the matter, Handsome?" he asked, "I've never seen you so quiet."
	"I'm just thinking about something," Kevin answered, "I'm kinda puzzled."
	"What's the matter?" Mark asked, "You want to talk about it?"
	"I don't know," Kevin said, then got very quiet again. Finally he spoke.
	"Mark, have you been writing those messages on the wall?" Kevin asked. Mark
stopped counting and looked straight at him.
	"What, me?" Mark countered, "What makes you think that."
	"Well," Kevin answered, "The only message that mentioned Saturday was the
one I washed off last night before I went home, and I didn't think you'd
even seen that one."
	"Sure I did," Mark said, "What are you talking about?"
	"You didn't mention it, and you've told me about all the others," Kevin
went on, "And you just called me 'Handsome' too, just like those first
couple of notes."
	The two of them stopped and looked at each other for several minutes, then
Mark spoke quietly.
	"Okay," he said, "You caught me. I started the writing."
	"But why?" Kevin asked, then he laughed. "Did you just want me to wash the
walls, like I said in the first place?"
	"No, I guess I just started it as a joke," Mark said, "You know, you see
shit like that on the walls all over the place. But I never thought anyone
else would write there too."
	Kevin laughed suddenly, and Mark gave him a sharp look.
	"I'm not laughing at you," Kevin said, "It's just that I wrote the other
ones."
	"You did," Mark said, "Why?"
	"To be funny," Kevin said, "You got so frustrated about it, I just thought
it would be fun to keep it up, that's all."
	They both were quiet until they'd finished counting out and started closing
the place up.
	"Did you mean any of what you wrote, Mark?" Kevin asked quietly, not
actually looking at him. Mark hesitated before answering, finally letting
out his breath slowly.
	"Yeah, as a matter of fact I did," Mark said very quietly, "How about you,
Handsome?"
	"Every word, Stud," Kevin replied, "And I mean it even more, now I know
it's you."
	Their eyes met and both smiled in an instant of understanding. It was
Mark's move and he knew it.
	"Let's go over to my place," he said, "I want to prove that I meant what I
wrote."
	"You're on," Kevin answered, and they both laughed.
	Twenty minutes later they were at Mark's house and he was kneeling before
Kevin who was sitting on the sofa. Mark reached to undo Kevin's pants and
Kevin helped him, quickly drawing out his cock and balls.
	"Wow," Mark said, "You weren't kidding at all. You're really hung big."
Kevin's cock lengthened and hardened as Mark stroked it, soon reaching it's
full eight inch length. It was also tremendously thick, but Mark didn't
hesitate, gulping well over half of it into his mouth. He started sucking on
it determinedly, and soon was able to take the whole length down his throat.
Kevin moaned and groaned as he felt that sensation which few guys had ever
been able to provide before.
	"Come on, Mark," Kevin whispered after several minutes. "I want your cock
too." Mark mumbled agreement but was enjoying sucking Kevin's cock so much
he didn't want to stop.
	"God, you've got such a nice cock," Mark said, finally letting it slip from
his mouth. "I want a lot more of that."
	He pulled Kevin up from the sofa and they kissed. Kevin's lips parted and
Mark's tongue quickly went deep in his mouth, exploring and tasting. Kevin
moaned as their kissing grew more passionate.
	"I'd never have guessed," Kevin said several minutes later when their lips
parted, "Nobody could ever have convinced me that you were gay."
	"I can't believe you, either," Mark said, "Only in my dreams did I think
you could be."
	Mark led the way to the bedroom, and both guys quickly undressed. Kevin was
naked first and he walked over to Mark, still in his shorts.
	"Let me," Kevin said, slipping his hands inside the waistband of Mark's
shorts, "I've been wanting to see what you've got here for a long time." He
slid the shorts down over Mark's hips and then kneeling, slid them all the
way to the ground.
	"Hey," Kevin moaned as Mark's seven inch cock sprang from his shorts and
bounced to attention, "That's really nice." Kevin gulped Mark's cock into
his mouth and began sucking it deeply, using his tongue to wet it all over
so it slid easily into his mouth. Mark moaned with pleasure, waiting several
minutes before putting his hands on Kevin's shoulders.
	"Come on," Mark whispered, "Give me yours, too." Kevin mumbled something
and kept sucking. Finally Mark pulled up on Kevin's shoulders to force him
to rise.
	Mark led Kevin over to the bed, threw back the bedclothes and the two of
them laid down, moving into an embrace and renewing their passionate
kissing. They went on that way for several minutes, before turning into a
sixty-nine position as each sucked the other's cock quickly into his mouth.
	Mark sucked hungrily on Kevin's mammoth cock, determined to take every bit
of it down his throat. He loved feeling the velvety hardness of that hard,
young organ, and he wanted to give Kevin the maximum pleasure he could.
	Kevin sucked Mark's cock with equal purpose but more tenderly, easily
taking the full length of Mark's staff into his throat as his lips nuzzled
against Mark's balls.
	Desire drove both of them, and soon each was moaning with delight at the
pleasures being provided by the other's mouth. Kevin was the first to reach
climax, his huge cock boiling over and shooting a huge load of cum wildly
into Mark's fast-sucking mouth. Mark sucked and swallowed, gulping the huge
load down his throat, so he could take the next blasts as Kevin's cock
continued pumping into his mouth.
	Mark kept the softening cock in his mouth while Kevin continued to suck his
cock, bringing him rapidly to his own eruption, this one of volcanic
dimension. Blast after blast of scalding cum shot from his cock and Kevin
had to stop sucking and swallow repeatedly to catch it all. Mark's cock kept
shooting and shooting and Kevin captured every drop, nursing the hard cock
before moving away from it.
	"Oh God," Kevin said, "You're fantastic."
	"You too," Mark agreed, "And what an incredible cock you've got there.
Wow!"
	Mark turned around so they were facing each other again, and wrapped his
strong arms around Kevin. They kissed briefly, then laid still, waiting for
their breathing to return to normal, each sighing deeply.
	Mark finally spoke, quietly.
	"You know, Kevin, that first note really was to you," he said, "I wrote it
in a moment of sexual frustration, after watching your sexy ass as you
walked across the driveway. After I'd written it, I thought I'd see how you
reacted. You didn't show any sign at all. You were so straight acting."
	"I thought it was funny someone would choose that restroom if he was
looking for that kind of action," Kevin said, "But after the second time, I
thought maybe it was for real, so I decided I'd answer it. The first time
you showed some surprise, but you never gave me any clue you were doing it."
	"I'm very glad you did," Mark said, hugging him again, "Very glad."
	After some time, both guys got up and pulled on their pants, and Mark got
them each a beer. They sat drinking, talking about a wide range of things,
until Kevin suddenly moved closer to where Mark sat on the sofa.
	"How you doing, buddy?" Kevin asked, sliding his hands up Mark's legs until
they met at his crotch, "You still horny?"
	"You bet," Mark answered, putting his arms around Kevin and pulling him
even closer, "And I'm game for whatever you want to do."
	Mark took Kevin's hand and lead him back into the bedroom. They helped each
other undress again and laid down on the bed again, quickly embracing and
resuming their kissing and lovemaking from before.
	"You know, I did mean what I wrote," Kevin said, "Especially with you."
	"What do you mean?" Mark asked.
	"I mean I want you to fuck me, if you want to," Kevin said quietly. "I
really do."
	Mark suddenly moved away and crawled between Kevin's legs, sucking Kevin's
cock deep into his throat expertly. Kevin moaned as he felt the intense heat
and stimulation of Mark's mouth. Mark sucked for several minutes then turned
Kevin over on his stomach, staying in position between his legs.
	Kevin groaned as he felt Mark's hot tongue begin licking all over and
around his ass, then groaned even louder as Mark began to slide his tongue
down the cleft of Kevin's exposed, sexy ass. Soon he was expertly rimming
and tonguing Kevin's hole, which excited Kevin tremendously.
	"Oh God, that feels good," Kevin cried. "You're incredible." The center of
all his feeling at that instant was the skillful rimming Mark was giving his
asshole.
	"Please fuck me, Mark," Kevin pleaded, the intense rimming driving him
crazy.
	Mark kept at it, delighted that he was exciting Kevin so, and frankly
exciting himself in the process. Finally, Mark relented, moving away from
Kevin's ass.
	He turned Kevin back onto his back and they kissed intensely, their bodies
locked tightly together.
	"You sure you want my cock in you?" Mark whispered to Kevin after several
minutes.
	"Uh-huh," Kevin moaned, "I really want to feel you fuckin' me. You really
turn me on, Mark."
	"God, I'm hot to fuck you," Mark murmured.
	"Oh yes, please," Kevin said, his tone almost pleading again.
	Mark stroked his cock, then applied some lubricant to it. He lifted Kevin's
legs to his shoulders, and applied some lubricant to Kevin's exposed hole,
then he positioned the head of his cock at Kevin's asshole.
	"Mark," Kevin whispered, "Just take it easy to start, please."
	"Oh yeah," Mark murmured, as he gently pushed forward and several inches of
his seven inch cock entered Kevin's hot hole. Kevin gasped and Mark stopped,
waiting for him to relax again.
	When he felt Kevin relax, Mark began stroking his cock in and out gently,
and soon had very carefully, and with little pain to Kevin, buried the full
seven inches up his ass.
	"That was great," Kevin said. "It's feeling really good."
	"I don't want to hurt you," Mark said.
	With his meat now deep in Kevin's hot ass, Mark began a careful and
deliberate fucking action. He fucked expertly, his cock wildly stimulated by
the hot sheath which enclosed it, but careful at all times to make sure
Kevin was enjoying it too. Mark smiled when looks of delight crossed Kevin's
face, and he called out passionately.
	"Oh Kevin," Mark called, "I'm so fuckin' hot."
	"Oh yes," Kevin cried, "Oh God, you're making me feel good too."
	Mark bent forward and kissed Kevin tenderly, and Kevin put his arms around
him. Kevin groaned as he felt Mark's rock-hard cock massage his insides and
send sensuous feelings throughout his body.
	"What a great fuckin' ass, Kevin," Mark murmured, never stopping his
fucking motion. Kevin continued to moan and groan as Mark's cock found
special places inside him, and Mark continued to cry how great Kevin's ass
was.
	Suddenly, Mark announced that his climax was imminent.
	"I'm going to come...I can't hold off any more...God this is fantastic,"
Mark cried.
	 He grabbed hold of Kevin's very hard cock and began to stroke it lightly,
which was really unnecessary as his cock was providing Kevin with more than
enough stimulation.  Kevin shouted that he was going to come as Mark
increased the pace of his fucking even more.
	They both called out at almost the same moment.
	"Oh God, yes!" John cried. "Take it, Kevin. I'm coming! I'm coming!"
	"Me too, Mark," Kevin shouted, "You're making me come too."
	Mark stroked Kevin's cock as it began its volcanic eruption, wildly
shooting come all over his chest and stomach. As Kevin came, his ass muscles
spasmed against Mark's cock and wildly brought him to his own second climax
in less than two hours.
	He plunged his cock to its fullest length in Kevin's ass and both guys
groaned as they shared the mutual climactic moment, Mark's cock pumping his
load of cum deep in Kevin's bowels.
	When his cock finally stopped throbbing, their eyes met, just before Mark
leaned forward and kissed him gently..
	"That was the greatest thing I've ever felt," Kevin whispered, "You made me
come fucking me."
	"You were wonderful," Mark whispered, "Just wonderful." He started kissing
and licking all over and down Kevin's chest, licking up and eating the hot
juices Kevin's cock had spewed there. As he moved further down Kevin's body,
his cock finally slipped from Kevin's ass, who groaned softly at the loss of
it.
	When Mark finished licking up and eating all of Kevin's cum, he went into
the bathroom, and Kevin remained on the bed, feeling more satisfied sexually
than he ever had. When Mark returned, he crawled back into bed and cuddled
into the crook of Kevin's chest, purring with pleasure.
	"You're the best sex I've ever had," he whispered to Kevin, who wrapped his
long arms around Mark and they kissed tenderly for a long time.
	"It was the best for me too," Kevin whispered back, "I've wanted you for so
long  you were even better than I'd dreamed."
	Some time later, suddenly aware of the darkness of the room, they got up,
showered together and dressed again. Mark suggested that they go out for
dinner, which they did, and as they sat in a quiet corner of a small, local
restaurant, Mark expressed how he felt.
	"I've gotta tell you the truth," Mark said, "I've wanted you for a long
time, but I never dreamed it could actually happen. I know there's a
difference in our ages, but I think you're one of the sexiest guys I've ever
known. You're also one of the nicest."
	Kevin smiled, thanking him for the compliment.
	"But don't sell yourself short, Mark. Anybody who can fuck and suck like
you can sure isn't old."
	"Well, I'm sure not sorry this happened, but now I'm kind of puzzled."
	"What do you mean?" Kevin asked.
	"Well, where do we go from here?" Mark asked, "How do you feel about all
this?"
	Kevin said that what had happened had put him in an awkward situation. When
Mark asked why, Kevin explained.
	"I've been dreading telling you this," he started, "I've pretty much
decided that I have to quit working for you soon, but I don't want you to
think it has anything to do with what's happened today."
	"You mean it?" Mark asked, his voice full of sadness and surprise.
	"Now's a terrible time to say it," Kevin said, "But it's just that I've got
enough money saved to go to school full-time in the Fall, and I think I'd
better do it.
	"I understand," Mark said quietly, "You mean you're going away?"
	"Oh no," Kevin said quickly, "I'll just be going to school here during the
day instead of at night.  I can finish a lot quicker that way." Mark was
suddenly very quiet and his expression was one of depression.
	"But wait a minute. That doesn't mean that I don't want to see you," Kevin
added quickly.
	"You mean that?" Mark asked quickly.
	"Hell yes," Kevin said, "I really like you, Mark. Maybe even more than
that. You really turn me on, and my feelings about you are very strong.
Hell, I've wanted you for as long as I can remember."
	 "You're not worried that I'm too old?" Mark asked quietly.
	"That's crazy," Kevin said, "I don't care about that age stuff.  I want to
be with you. "
	Suddenly an idea flashed into Mark's head.
	"Hey," he said, "I just remembered that Jerry's going away to school in the
Fall. You could work for me part-time, maybe."
	"I could at that," Kevin said, "We'll have to see."
	In the final analysis, Kevin didn't work evenings for Mark. Instead, they
lived together in Mark's house and most of their evenings were spent doing
far more pleasurable things than fixing cars and ringing up gasoline sales.
When Kevin finished school, they stayed together and Kevin took a good job
in town.
	He did keep a watchful eye on any guy Mark hired and laughingly checked the
restroom regularly for any graffiti.