Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2001 17:16:22 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: "Gas station fill-up"

This is an erotic story about man-to-man sexual activities. If
you are offended by such material, too young to read such, or it
is illegal in your community, stop here and clear your screen!
Otherwise read on and , I hope, enjoy the story.  If you do,
write and let me know.  If you don't, you may tell me that too,
but please do it in good taste and constructively. Flames will be
ignored and deleted. Positive comments will be acknowledged.

Most of what I have written before has been pure fantasy with
only a pinch of reality to start me off.  This one, however, is
mostly true.  Hope you enjoy it.  .and before I forget.  Although
there is no mention of the use of condoms in this story (it has
some fantasy in it, yes), don't you try that!  Always be safe!!!


Gas Station Fill-Up

I used to stop at a gas station on the side of the highway I took
to work every morning.  It was easy to get into and back out
because it was there on the right side and I didn't have to play
any left turn or loop-the-loop traffic games.  Besides, it's a
small station and usually has only one attendant -- an older
Indian man.  It doesn't get a lot of traffic, so I can be in and
out rather quickly.

One morning when I stopped, the guy who previously worked the
pumps was missing, and there in his place was a really attractive
young man.  He was about 5'10" and probably weighed about 150-
160.  He was wearing a khaki uniform, which set off his naturally
light brown complexion and dark hair perfectly, and showed off
what appeared to be a nice body underneath.  You could see the
very top of a mat of dark hair on his chest peeking above the
unbuttoned collar of his shirt.

As he walked toward me to ask what I wanted, I gave him quite a
good once-over (maybe a twice- or thrice-over).  You couldn't
really see anything around the fly-and-crotch area, but I looked
it over there as thoroughly as I could -- in hopes I might pick
up some clue as to what lay behind the cloth.

As he approached my window, I said: "Fill it with regular,
please."

He smiled and nodded at me and went to the pump near my rear
fender.  I used the outside rear-view mirror to keep my eye on
that most important and most intriguing spot just above the top
of his pants legs.  When he had inserted the nozzle into the
tank, he leaned back against the pump.

I crouched down in the seat so I could look farther up and see
the reflection of his face.  It was a really handsome face.nice
masculine jaw line and large, but not flat or fat, nose.  Hmmm, I
thought, large nose, maybe large..  I looked up further and saw
his eyes.  They were incredibly dark and piercing and seemed to
be staring into space like he was deep in thought.

I glanced back down toward his crotch just in time to see him rub
over it slightly . sort of an "adjustment" type move.  When he
did, I could see the cloth was now covering a slightly rounded
lump lying to the right.  As soon as I saw that, I couldn't take
my eyes off it.  I just kept hoping it might "show" a little
more.

About that time the pump clicked off and he reached down for the
handle and topped-off the tank to the next half-dollar.  He put
the nozzle back into the pump and turned to me saying: "That'll
be twelve-dollars and fifty-cents, sir."

I handed him a ten and a five and held my hand out the window for
my change. He straightened up to fold my money into his roll of
bills and extract two singles.  As he did, his fly almost grazed
my outstretched hand.  I was very tempted to move my hand the
inch or so over to where it would be only a hair's breadth from
the slight bulge to the right of his zipper, but decided not to.

He placed the two bills on my hand and then reached into his left
pocket to get the fifty cents in coins.  As his hand went into
his pocket, it stretched the cloth across the front of his
trousers and there was an unmistakable outline of his manhood on
the right.  It seemed to be about four or five inches long at the
time, and obviously firm, it still appeared to be soft enough
that there was definitely more growth left in it.

He dropped two quarters on top of the bills in my hand, and said:
"Thank you, sir."

I looked up, straight into two of the deepest black holes I have
ever encountered, and muttered, "Thank you."  I could barely
speak, I was so entranced by those eyes.

Pulling my hand back into the car with my change, I just reached
across and dropped it on the passenger's seat.  Then reached down
to adjust the hard rod that had somehow sprouted between my legs
and gotten twisted in my boxer's leg.

I didn't really think about it then, but Raja (that was the name
on his shirt pocket) was still standing next to my window, and
must have witnessed what I was doing.  He finally turned and
stepped up onto the island where the pumps were, and reached down
to lightly cup himself, then stuck his hand in his pocket.

I wasn't sure then whether or not there was any more to it than
an involuntary movement.  I'd just have to check it out the next
time I needed a fill-up.

It was about three mornings later (I think the first time I saw
him was on a Tuesday and this was Friday) when I next pulled in
to the station for gas.  Sure enough there he was -- looking just
as good (no! even better!) than before.  We nodded in greeting to
each other, as before, only this time it seemed just a bit
friendlier.

My car at the time was fairly recognizable -- not unusual or
striking, but not a plain grey Toyota either.  I was hoping he
might have remembered me from the few days previous.

We went through the same "Fill it with regular, please" routine
as before and again he put the nozzle in the tank and leaned back
against the pump.  I was watching his every move in the rear-view
mirror.  My eyes were focused on the area around his fly, just
hoping..

This time, however, he staightened back up away from the pump and
moved forward of my car to the pump near my left front fender and
leaned back against it there.  Now he was in full forward view --
no need to slouch down and use the mirror.

My eyes were back on the target zone, and, yes, there was
definitely something going on in there.  I could see the cloth
slowly start to lift and the outline start to form under it.  He
was definitely starting to show an erection.

I could feel the tension rising in my body.  I could feel the
electric-like currents beginning to run up my spine and run into
my groin.  I reached down to adjust what was now growing in my
own trousers, and gripped myself enough to show what was there if
he was looking down.

He must have been looking, because he reached down and with his
thumb and forefinger, he traced the outline of the bulge pointing
across the right side of his pants front.  That was definitely a
signal!!!

Just as I was about to say something, the damned nozzle shut off
with a loud clunk!  He turned and went back to the pump to finish
the fill-up.

This time, as I handed him the money and he made change, I stuck
my hand further out and he "accidentally" allowed it to touch him
right on the rubbery, hard tube next to his fly.  I was just
about to make a move on it, when another car pulled off the
highway and drove up right behind me.

Raja dropped my change into my outstretched hand, said, "Thank
you, sir," and backed away hurriedly.  Reluctantly, I started my
car and drove away.

It was the next Monday morning when I needed gas again.  Friday I
had driven on past the station and looked over long enough to see
that that good looking young stud was still there.

I guess I should say at this point (since I used the term
"young"), I was almost fifty years old at the time, and he looked
to be in his mid-twenties.  I want to add that at nearly fifty, I
was still in good physical shape and must have been fairly
attractive since several of my wife's friends (?) had been
hitting on me over the last year or so.  .and, yes, I'm married,
but that doesn't mean I don't like some good manmeat when I can
get it.  In fact, I really prefer it.  So all that said. the
story continues.

I pulled into the station and up to the pumps as I had before.
This time, instead of just a nod, I got a big, bright smile.  The
white of those teeth against the dusky skin and dark eyes was
electric!!  He didn't have to do anything this time to make the
tingling sensations start to rise in my groin and the back of my
neck.  I wasn't going to waste time this time.  I was going to go
for the gold!!

As he came up to my window, I leaned out and said: "Fill it with
regular, please."  As usual, he went back to the pump and started
to fill the tank.  This time, however, he came back and stood
right next to my window.  He obviously wasn't going to waste any
time either.

His right hand went directly to his crotch and started to slowly
rub himself.  The growing bulge was unmistakeable!  I reached out
and he moved his hand away so that I could rub it myself.  As I
touched it, I felt is pulse and swell under my fingers!  Hot
damn! This was some nice meat!! .and I wanted it bad!!

Several cars went by on the highway, but we were shielded by a
post on the pump island so he just stood there as I gently ran my
hand back and forth over the ridge line that had formed over his
right pocket.  A small wet spot was now seeping through the khaki
cotton of his trouser front.

I still couldn't tell just how long it really was . maybe five
inches or so . but you know how that it when it's trapped in so
much cloth!  I had to figure out how to free that toy snake!

Just at that point, the pump thunked off again.  He backed away
and went to take care of that for now.  When he had put away the
nozzle and closed my gas cap, he came back, asked for thirteen
dollars, and gave me my change.  This time, though, instead of
just standing there, he walked around the front of my car and
went inside the station building.

"Well, shit!" I thought to myself. "Another chance at it blown to
hell!"  That's when I looked over and saw him standing in the
doorway with the big plastic square and key that I knew must have
been to the men's restroom.

I started my car, but didn't put it in gear right away.  Sure
enough, he walked out the door and along the front of the
building, turning down the side toward the restroom doors.  As he
got to the men's door, he hesitated, looked back at me, and then
inserted the key, opened the door and stepped inside.

This time I didn't wait.  I put the car in gear and turned in to
park on the side by the door he had gone into.  Quickly I got out
and made my way to the door.  When I pushed against it, it opened
and I stepped inside.

There he was.  He was standing in front of the urinal with the
front of his pants open and the elastic top of his shorts pulled
down and tucked under a set of balls that made my mouth water.

That previously hidden joyrod was now fully visible in his right
hand.  It was about six inches long and not very wide -- just
what I really go for (I'm obviously not a size queen!).  It was
uncut -- again my preference -- and even as hard as it was, the
foreskin still covered the entire head and there was enough to
form the dark-skinned puckered lips that turn me on so much.

He looked up and smiled as I walked in, reaching behind me to
remove the key and its huge tag from the slot in the doorknob.
For what I had in mind, I sure didn't want any surprise visitors!

Without slowing down, I was across the room and my hand was now
wrapped around that gorgeous tubesteak!  I loosened my grip and
moved my hand up to where it was over the head.  Then I tightened
it and pushed the skin down the shaft until the dark, purple,
bullet-shaped head was fully exposed.  It shone in the light like
a mirror from all the natural juices that had been trapped inside
the skin with it.

I pulled my hand up slightly and another drop formed at the tip -
- a shiny glint reflected off the drop of mandew.  I bent forward
and took it on the tip of my tongue.  Then I reached up with both
hands and lifted his shirt front up to his shoulders, burying my
nose in the mat of soft, fine black hair on his chest.  He
smelled of man!!

Quickly I moved my head to the side and caught his left nipple in
my lips.  I nibbled and sucked on it for only a moment before it
stood out hard as a pencil eraser.  He sucked in his breath and
moaned lightly.

I ran my hands around to his back and pulled him to me as I moved
my mouth over to the other side and began to lap at his right
nipple.  He moaned again.

Then he reached for my belt buckle.  I let go of him and helped
him to open my trousers and free my rigid cock.  He reached down
and grabbed it and pulled it over to his.  He rubbed them tip to
tip, and between what was already on his and the flow of precum
seeping through my own piss slit they slipped and slid against
each other like they were both heavily oiled.

Looking down I made a quick mental comparison -- he was sporting
around 6 inches -- about an inch shorter than mine -- and his was
also thin and narrow, while mine was quite a bit wider and
fuller.  There was a real contrast -- not just in size -- but his
dark shaft with its glistening, smooth deep red, almost purple,
head (that look that is so definitely from being uncut), was
totally offset by the nearly stark white shaft and dull, greyish
red head of my cut tool.

He stopped for a moment and holding them together like that, he
slid his foreskin forward over both heads and began to slowly
stroke over them.  Where it was pulled over my wider head, his
foreskin was much thinner -- almost transparent -- and you could
see the tiny blood vessels clearly as blue lines running around
over it. It was incredible!!

My knees were so weak I could hardly keep standing.  I felt like
I was going to shoot a load right then!  I backed away to cool
down.

He came up to me again and this time pushed his rod between the
top of my thighs and under my balls.  My breath stopped.  My mind
was on fire!  I couldn't think!  I just knew I wanted to have
that wonderful piece of meat all the way inside me.

I pushed my trousers further down until they were riding the
middle of my thighs and turned, grabbing hold of the edge of the
sink.  Spreading my legs slightly and bending forward, he got the
idea right away.

Moving over behind me, he began to rub the slick end of his steel-
hard tool into the crack of my ass.  He held it in his right hand
as he moved it up and down between my cheeks and top of my thighs
until he was satisfied that he had transferred of his sweet
lubricating juices to me.  Then he stopped with the tip of his
steel-hard rod pressing against my entryway as if it could see
exactly where it was.

As soon as it was over the target, I moaned and gasped, "Yes!!"

He didn't hesitate.  He just pushed.  And it slid into me like it
had been custom made to fit the lips of my man pussy.

As he pressed into me, those electric sensations began to shoot
all over between my legs, into my balls, and up my spine to the
base of my skull.  I pushed back and hilted myself on that
incredible prong!!  "Oh, god! Yes!" I managed to get out between
my clenched teeth.  "Oh, yessssssss!!!!"

He began to pull back out and then thrust into me.  Slowly at
first, but rapidly increasing in tempo.  We both knew we didn't
have a lot of time.  Someone could drive up to the station at any
time.  This was not going to be a slow, erotic climb to a climax.
It had to be hard and fast!!

Within a minute he was pounding my ass like there was no
tomorrow!!!  The fit was perfect!  It rode across my prostate
like it had a mind and knew what to do!!  I was spiralling up to
the clouds.

He grabbed me on each side at the top of my legs and began to
pull me and push me in time to his thrusts and retreats.  The
rhythmn was absolutely perfect!!  I was being fucked by an
expert!! And I was in heaven!!!  That kid could really pump ass!!

I could hear his breath getting short and coming in gasps.  I
knew he wasn't going to last much longer.  I reached down and
grabbed my own raging hard-on and started to pump in concert with
his ass pounding.

Then I heard it -- a high pitched keening sound was coming from
behind me.  One more time he slammed into me -- this time lifting
me right up onto my toes!!  He held me against him so tightly I
could feel his pubic bush scratching into my crack.

He started to gyrate in a circular motion, stirring my hot
insides, and then he blew!!!  I could feel his cock jump and
swell and shoot each wonderful volley of his lava-like cum.  Deep
inside me it splattered on the walls of my love tunnel. I could
feel it all -- every sensation was magnified to overwhelming!!

Each time it shot, I heard him make his grunt-like rutting
sounds.  He was going to give my ass as much of a fill-up as he
had earlier done to my gas tank.  He just kept shooting and
shooting and shooting.

I was so intent on what he was doing to me, I hadn't even noticed
that I had already shot a load myself that was now dripping down
the wall to the right side of the sink.  All I know is that I
felt incredibly well-fucked -- and drained.

We stood still for only about a minute as we both regained our
composure.  Then he withdrew his now softened cock from my hungry
hole.  I didn't want him to stop yet.  I wanted him to leave it
there until it rose again and he could give me another
championship ride, but even as I was wishing, I heard the sound
of a car coming into the station.

Without a word, he put himself away, zipped up his fly and walked
out the door.  I spent a couple minutes cleaning off myself, and
the wall.  I had to put some toilet paper into my ass crack to
keep the quarts of cum he had shot into me from leaking out and
soiling my pants leg.

When I left, he was busy at the pump with the car that had driven
in.  I dropped the key on the desk inside the door of the
station, got into my car and backed out of the parking spot.  As
I turned and drove toward the highway, he looked over toward me -
- and winked!

I didn't go to work on Tuesday, and when I stopped on Wednesday,
there was another older man working the pumps.  I've never seen
Raja there again, but everytime I drive past that station, I
think of him and wish I could run into him again and get another
good reaming and fill-up!!!

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This is another story by CNJShore9.  If you like this one, check
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following back down the trail of titles at the end of that one.
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