Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2002 14:32:34 +0000
From: Graham Collett <graham_cro_uk@hotmail.com>
Subject: Filling Station

Sometimes I get sleepless in the interminable early hours. Even the silence
rings in my ears, measured only by the inscrutable increments if sunrise. As
usual  boredom set my feet autonomously onto the streets where my mind could
wander. Anonymous streets languishing in the loosening tendrils of darkness.

A few more streets and turns and I was facing a huge filling station, lights
blazing and incongruous like a UFO. I checked for cigarettes and had 3
remaining. The lights drew me mesmerised like a moth. A solitary car drove
from the forecourt and drifted from my perception. Before me, the iridescent
glass kiosk and a straight looking asian guy, distracted by supreme tedium.
He looked up as I rested my arm on the counter and asked for my cigarettes.
I smiled as I looked over his soft features. His hair was cropped and dark
tigerstone eyes shone above a broad nose and succulent lips. He must have
been about 25 years old. His complexion was flawless, very dark and without
highlight in his hermetically sealed spacecraft. He brought the Marlborough
Lights and asked for the money. His unfamiliar accent prompted a question.
"Where are you from if you don't mind me asking?"
He looked a little surprised.
"I am from Sri Lanka."
I smiled at him and asked
"Do you like England?"
"Yes, it is a good country. I want to study and meet a nice girl."
His rudimentary English seemed so endearing and his deep voice made me
tingle.
"Well I have a sister." I said. "But if I introduced you I would be so
jealous of her."
He laughed (to my relief). I think sometimes I am far too reckless.
"So you like boys?" He asked.
"Um...sometimes." I decided to be coy, but then said.
"You are a nice looking guy."
"You like me?" I just smiled when he said that.
"Yes, you look nice."
"OK, go round to the back, I will open the door."
I walked around through a dark narrow passageway. There was a handleless
fire door inset into the wall. I was surprised to see it open outwards and
stepped in without hesitation. We were standing in a storeroom shelved to
the ceiling with soft drinks and chocolate bars. He stood before me, taller
than I had expected. His white shirt revealed the contours of firm biceps
and was unbuttoned over a lean muscular hairy chest.
"You do this for me, ok?" he undid his belt and pushed his close fitting
trousers down over his bulging white boxers. From the gaping fly emerged a
large dark uncut cock that grew before my eyes till it pointed diagonally at
the ceiling. 8.5 inches of dark gorgeous meat, god it was a fine cock, I
wondered how many girls he had sent into orbit with it! Quite a few I
suspected.

My heart was racing as I undid my fly and got on my knees. I felt the
pleasure rise as my own erection tingled to my touch. My lips approached his
proud dick as I put my hands on his hips. My tongue reached under his cock
and guided it into my expectant watering mouth. As my lips pressed around it
he groaned with pleasure. I slipped my mouth down his magnificent manhood
and tasted his manly cock. I did this with my mouth a few more times, my
tongue flicking his helmet as my lips pressed firmly round his smooth cock.
God, it would be nice to feel this in my butt, I thought, but I know how
straight guys don't generally go for that. I squeezed my greedy lips up and
down, making it faster, tighter. I heard him groan, so I pulled off and
licked the end lovingly. It was so rock hard and I was teasing him, denying
him his climax. After a minute, I gave him more sucking and he started
pushing his hips, forcing his cock deep into my throat.
"Aaaaah....yes." I tried to keep up with his thrusts as he pushed it deep
and I felt the powerful jet of cum pulsing with each thrust. What a bastard
for not telling me to pull away, but I liked his self satisfying arrogance.
He just used my mouth as a f**k object and I loved his bestial sex instinct.

He withdrew immediately and quickly drew up his trousers, his hot cum still
in my throat. I felt disrespected but secretly loved his indifference in the
face of pleasure. He rushed to the front of the shop to serve a customer.
And me? well I had to go home and jerk off several times about the
encounter. What a horny guy.
So-long Ceylon...