Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2007 20:04:36 -0800 (PST)
From: warp8tobeach@yahoo.com
Subject: "I OWE YOU"  gay erotic story by Jack Russell

This is my first erotic story. I got the idea when I stopped at my local
7-11 and saw a hottie pumping gas. Hope it fills everyone up!


It wasn't just hot today, it was blistering and I wished my car was
protected by space shuttle thermal tiles.  I was on the way home from a
hassled day at my real estate office and suddenly faced a bizzare choice
that would change the events of the evening. The traffic light was changing
from green to red and instantly I had to decide like most motorists whether
to tap the accelerator pedal and allow my car to steal the yellow light or
brake aggressively and cancel a ton of speeding steel. It was a 7-11 at the
intersection that gave my mind the cerebral urge to unwind for an icy soda
and fuel for my car. I pulled up to the pump, killed the engine and felt
the slap of hot air hit my face as I stepped out of the car.

Thats when I saw him. They say when a human being is intrigued with another
person, time stands still. Well, for me, time not only stood still but
became all but irrelevant. Standing over the open hood of a Honda Accra was
a tall and tightly muscled specimen of a man in a state of quiet
bewilderment. I know little about the operating mechanics of a car and
would be challenged by anything more complicated then checking the oil
level if I could even find the dipstick amongst the plethora of
accessories, wires, and pieces of hot steel. "It won't start?", I
inquired. He glanced up at me squinting but I could still make out his set
of gorgeous ocean green eyes. "Runs fine but the A/C just quit on me."

    "On the hottest day of the summer", I added. Always seems to happen
that way. Start her up and lets see what it's doing."

     I'm 5'10" on my tippy toes and as he walked around me, I noticed that
my eyes were at his nipple level. So convenient for sucking. I estimated
his height to be over 6' and weight about 190 lbs. He wasn't chemically
enhanced but had the body more like a gymnast or fighter pilot. His cotton
shirt was taunt around his physique and his biceps pulled at the short
sleeve like an tiger lunging for prey. He turned over the engine as I
looked him over. My mind raced and i could sense blood being shuttled to my
manhood. I tried to keep my humor under control but I couldn't help but
notice the parallels between my sexual excitement and his cars engine
idling in front of me. He came to my side and we brushed arms. I thought I
felt a slight shock.

    "Well, let's see.", I said. "All the belts are tight and turning and I
don't see anything that looks unusual." I moved to the drivers seat and
felt the a/c vents. nothing. Hmm, I pondered. Did he simply turn off the
a/c in error? I checked the controls for correct settings but there was no
blower air coming from the vents.

     "I think you blew a fuse", I told him once again considering my
wordage. I think I was just ready to blow! We checked the fuse box and
after a few minutes of deliberations, found the culprit and replaced it
with a spare fuse. As soon as we did, I could hear the engine strain under
the load of the a/c. I knew we did something but wasn't sure till I saw him
smile. His eyelids reduced to horizonal slats and dimples framed a thankful
smile. He waived his hand over the cabin vents. "It's like Alaska in here!
Thanks for your help. I got another twenty miles to go before I get home."
We shook hands and I was almost sorry that we fixed it so quickly. His
handshake was firm and his pecs rippled though his shirt. Just before he
slipped behind the wheel of his car, he pointed to me. "I owe you.", he
said appreciatively.  And with that, he was gone. I was so excited that I
left the 7-11 without my soda or gas.



    About a month later I was invited to a birthday party from a distant
friend who miraculously comes into my life whenever he breaks up with his
latest boyfriend or is in need of a favor. He lived in the next county at a
nice gated condo.  I purchased a small requisite gift and loaded the trunk
with his favorite beer and was on my way. I've only been to his
neighborhood a couple of times and that was during the day. The area is
constantly being developed and it's easy to for the uninitiated to find
themselves lost. I made a couple of wrong turns, caught my mistake, and
doubled back arriving at his place at a propitious time. There were about
20 guys there in different states of sobriety and some fag hags in the
kitchen trading sexual secrets about their boyfriends. The stereo was
blasting and you could hear it from the parking lot but nobody was
complaining since most of the guests lived in the building. Usually, I'm
careful not to drink too much if I know I have to drive but it was an
undisciplined Saturday night and I popped the cap off of one beer after
another. After a couple of hours of drinking, eating pizza, and dancing, my
friend opened up his gifts and we had the birthday boy cake.

     One thing led to another and everyone started making out with everyone
else. I had my tongue down multiple throats and the girls were showing
provocations towards lesbianism. Breasts were flaunted and I lost my shirt
and was passed around like a party platter.

    At 2am the party was breaking up and even though I was offered a couch
for the night, I decided to go home rather risk a mutual rape.

I had a little bit of a buzz going on but thought that I could still easily
retrace my route and dodge the local police on the lookout for people like
me.

    I drove past a strip mall that I remembered on my way earlier but
wasn't quite sure of which way to turn since that was one point I had to
double back since it was the wrong way. It was the classic, "I remember
this", but do I remember it correctly? I turned left and proceeded through
a maze of streets and soon I realized that I had no idea which way was
up. Somehow, I made a complete circle and wound up back at the strip
mall. There was a local bar with scores of suv's and pickup trucks in the
lot and I figured I'd stop and get directions from the locals.

    Even in an inebriated state, my mind make a quick gaydar scan of the
pub. Stale cigarette smell lodged in every crevice and some blue collar
guys played pool on a weathered table while a jukebox kicked out ballads
from the 80's. Local bar flies idled at the bar.  I asked the barkeep for
directions. He was portly and hadn't shaved for days if not weeks. I could
feel hostile stares from two tattooed skin heads that didn't appreciate my
presence or even the existence of the universe for that matter. OK, make a
left at the light, proceed 3 more lights and at the McDonald's, hang a
right and then another left at the interstate sign. I think I got
it. Easy. Should be home and dry in under an hour.

    "No faggots allowed", The vapid growl came from someone to my left. I
wasn't sure and didn't look up. They say you don't want to make eye contact
with a pit bull since it's provocative.

"Fuckin queer", another voice said lazingly. Looks like straight dudes have
gaydar after all or are they closet boys that disdain their compatriots?

I made a quick exit and was just about to open my car door when I felt a
rush of air swipe my neck as if someone was exhausting their breath. That
was followed by a heavy fist sending me sprawling to the asphalt like a
sack of potatoes. My face was burning like cinder. The second assailant
introduced me to his steel tipped boots as he kicked wildly. I rolled into
a fetal position instinctively but most of their strikes were hitting their
mark. I was too stunned to even return fire.

    All I could make out in the dark was a mess of jeans, boots, and meaty
arms anchored to large upper bodies and unfortunately this was no leather
bar but a violent rave party. The skin heads were having a good time but
made one critical mistake. They failed to notice my night in shining armor
lunging at the small of their backs. Everything went into slow motion. A
tall athletic figure made a super bowl like sack and all three bodies flew
over me. One received a direct punch to the face. It sounded like a pizza
dough being pounded. He collapsed in a feudal moan. The second skinhead was
a little bit luckier. He ran off into the night minus one of his boots
which remained in the clutch of the victor.

"You OK?", I was cuddled like a lost puppy just pulled out of a sewer
drain. I looked up dazed. Jet black hair, angular features, and yes, those
muscled arms that unleashed decisive blows just moments ago, now cradled me
so softly that getting beaten up was in fact the best thing that happened
to me all year. I remember him now... "I owe you". And I kept thinking how
I would like to pay him back.

    We drove to his apartment where he anointed my wounds and applied a
cold compress to a shiner on my cheek. It made me look kind of sexy; like a
college boxer that stood up to a local bruiser. I've never had so much
fright followed by so much bliss. On the couch we sat before a flat screen
TV and coffee table with an assortment of straight 8 guy magazines. His
furniture was eclectic and although thoughtfully arranged, needed a gay
touch. leaned into him and our thighs touched. He was warm; his legs thick
and developed. Most straight men would move over to restore a comfort
zone. He didn't but seemed to be flattered by it. I rested my head on his
shoulder and became aroused at his scent.

"I'm Tim", I said holding up my hand to meet his.

"Bill", he replied. His hands were larger than mine and calloused. His
nipples pushed up like a glaser through the fabric of his sports jersey. I
was becoming aroused and I'm sure even Ray Charles would have seen the
swelling in my crotch. My jeans were stretched over my engorged cock and
you could have traced out my little monster and head.

     On the stereo stand were some personal pictures of family and one of
him shiftless and more boyish looking from earlier college football days. I
figured that women must practically bang his door down before he bangs
them.

"You play ball?", I asked hopefully.

"Used to. In college. That was years ago".

"You look just as great now", I said. "You put on some muscle too. Some
people lose themselves as they age but you look even better!". He loosened
a genuine smile and then we talked more about what happened tonight.  I
told him that I got lost and stopped in the bar to ask for directions and
some dudes started accosting me. Bill frowned sympatrically when I told him
they called me a faggot and such. He could tell I was upset with that and
he put his arm around me and pulled me into to his chest with little
effort. We were lips apart. I was experiencing that tingle again.

"Well, are you?", he asked softly. It was more of an answer than a
question.

Yeah...I'm gay." I confessed. "I hope you're OK with that. How did you
know?" I asked innocently.

Bill chuckled and tossed his head back as if dropping a shot of bourbon
into his mouth. "Well, for one, you've been showing more wood than a barn,
and for two, you have the gay logo on your shirt". He stroked the stitching
mischievously.

I was so embarrassed. We both fell into knots of laughter. It was a great
but unintended ice breaker.

     "I want to show you more of me.", Bill said as he crossed one arm over
the other and peeled off his shirt.  I thought I was going to blow my load
right there! He was beautifully defined. His chest was chiseled and flanked
by two beefy shoulders. Clipped body hair dripped towards his abs and made
an enticing disappearing act into his jeans. They almost said, "follow me,
little boy."

"I want to suck your cock better than any women has ever done, Bill."

"And I'm going to fuck you like no man has ever done.", he replied
confidently.

He towered over me, removed my shirt and examined my slick skin. "Oh you're
so sweet. I love the lines on your body. Like a lean racer". He picked me
effortlessly and carried me into the bedroom. I wrapped my legs around his
torso and let my toes massage his ass. He placed me on the bed so softly
that I didn't even crinkle the sheets. Then he commanded me to remove my
pants and under gear. My meat stood at attention in his honor.

He ran his hand over my body like a car buff inspecting a Ferrari.

    "I wrestled in college at 185 lbs but always had my eyes on the light
weights. They were built like lean racing dogs. When I walked into the gym
and removed my shirt, I could see the envy on their faces and if only they
knew our feelings were mutual."

Bill slid on top of me and our lips merged. His tongue darted in and out of
my grateful mouth. He made frottage thrusting movements over me. I could
feel a massive loaded cock straining under his jeans. I wanted sex
immediately but he was so strong, I knew that he was going to control the
pace. It was intoxicating!

    "Go for my pants now, Tim", He bucked up over me and presented his
jeans belt to me. Nervously I unbuckled his pants and they slipped away to
reveal his sinewy legs. His thighs were twice the size of mine and seasoned
with wisps of black hair. I licked his inner thighs and dried it with my
breath. He moaned and I completed the task by sliding my hands down and
over plump glutteral muscles that filled out his under gear. His 8" cock
seemed to have the circumference of my wrist and I stroked it lovingly. I
could feel it pulsating in anticipation of my ass. My ex-boyfriend told me
that I wrote the book on sucking cock and I wanted Bill to appreciate the
author.

    For fifteen minutes, I licked and pulled at his balls before moving on
to the shaft. I sucked so hard, a vacuum was created in my mouth. His cock
was an exclamation point capitalized by a gracious mushroom sized head and
I gave it the due respect it deserved. Pre cum oozed from Bills manhood. He
was primed and reached for the condoms in his nightstand. As he momentarily
turned his backside to me, I crouched down on all fours and licked out his
beefy ass. His backside had the triangular shape of a highway yield sign
that sprayed out from his defined torso. We both quivered in anticipation
of what was going to happen next. He lubed his fingers, cradled me, and
gently massaged my hole and kissing me all over my body.

"You ready for me?", he challenged.

"Fuck! for months, Bill. Take me!"

    Bill first took me missionary and I straddled my legs over his traps.
He entered me slowly, paused, and withdrew. After he knew I was
comfortable, he started fucking me deeper and put his weight behind his
meat.  I decided to take it one step farther by wrapping my arms around his
chest and pulled myself into him. I was in heaven with his swollen cock up
my ass and his tongue French kissing the back of my mouth. I knew I was
about to cum any minute and verbalized it.

"No, no, Not yet, Timmy.", Bill whispered into my ear.

He withdrew, flipped me over on my stomach, and propping my ass up on a
pillow and smoothly reentered me. This time, he fucked me so deeply, I
thought his cock would exit out my mouth. I could feel the fire and sweat
of Bills body over me as he maneuvered the head of his cock and engaged my
prostate. He aggressively kissed the back of my neck, pushed his muscular
chest into my back, and pinched my nipples. I shivered and attempted to
shoot my load but Bill put his hand down on my cock and squeezed it shut
delaying the inevitable. He was in full control of me and we both found it
exhilarating. When Bill was ready for me to cum, it was going to be a
catharsis release of all the sexual energy I've accumulated since puberty.
"I cant hold it any longer!", I cried as Bill dominated me like a wrestler
tormenting an inferior opponent. Bill bear hugged me for an instant and
then let go. "OK, Timmy. shoot", he commanded. I let loose with a fury I've
only seen in animated porn videos. I drew deep breaths and concentrated on
the feeling of my sperm pulsating thru my urethra.  Suddenly, Bills body
convulsed and I realized that we were cumming simultaneously.

I fell asleep in Bills gentle embrace and woke up the next morning to the
smell of fresh coffee and scrambled eggs. At the foot of the bed was a lone
boot. A souvenir from my hero.