THE GAS STATION

     It was one am. I was tired and had a long way to drive to
get to LA...but gas was a necessity...even meaning to stop in
Gilroy. I pulled into the station and a clean cut looking guy
came to the car.

    "We're closing up," he said and stood there.

    His work clothes consisted of a jumpsuit stained with oil
and grease from his days work. He constantly wiped his hands
with a rag.  It took awhile for me to take my eyes off his
smooth skin...visable since his overalls were unbuttoned down
below his belly button. I stared hoping hed move the rag
which blocked my view of his meat.

    "I only need gas," I stammered.

    He sighed but went about filling up my gastank.

    "Want me to check the oil?" I didn't but my lack of answer
he mistook for agreeing. I enjoyed seeing him bend over the
hood. His buns were hard and round. I saw no evidence of
underwear.

    He stood there filling out the charge slip. I saw the
unmistakeable outling of his cock and balls beneath the
cloth. He wore no underwear. I wanted to have him stand real
close so I could unbutton his overalls the rest of the way
and take his meat into my mouth...but this was too public a
place, and he would probably hit me or something.

    I signed the slip, and apologized for keeping him from
closing.

    He looked at me for a moment and then rubbed his crotch,
saying he was just going to close the pumps and work in the
garage probably all night.

    "I wish I knew something about cars, I'd volunteer to
help."  These words surprised me....I dont remember thinking
about what I was saying...I just blurted it out.

    "But I got to get to LA anyway," I quickly added.

    "Well, I could have used the company...but I understand."
He smiled and grabbed his meat real hard.

    I waved goodbye and headed back to the entrance of the
southbound freeway. My cock strained against my sweatpants.

    It must have been fifty miles south that I decided what
to do. Till then I had fantasized and wondered. Was he just
teasing me, was he a fag basher trying to bait me?

    The next exit came suddenly, and I turned off....went
over the overpass, and drove back north.

    Gilroy exit appeared some forty five minutes later. I
realized I had just wasted almost two hours over this fantasy.
I assumed some coffee shop was nearby....even if he
wasnt around. Perhaps I could buy him a cup and sit in a
booth fantasizing more.

    The gas station lights were off. I drove around the place
and saw a light in a garage in the back. Stopping, I started
to get out and he came to the car.

    "Wondered if you'd be back," he drawled. His jumpsuit was
sadly buttoned almost to his neck.

    "I thought you could use some coffee," I offered.

    "Yea sure could, come on in and get some." He walked
towards the garage and went inside.

    By the time I got out of the car, he had come back out
the door and stood waiting for me. I noticed he had turned
the lights off..and a red glow came from the cracks in the
door.

    "You dont really want coffee do you?" He said as he put
his arm over my shoulder.

    We went inside and he unbuttoned his jumpsuit.

    "Let me," I said and he stopped. My fingers were shaking,
but I unbuttoned his suit all the way to his crotch. His meat
bounced out as I finished.

    My hand felt its long and hardening status. I noticed
there was a leather strap around his meat.

    "You wear this all the time?" I asked

    "Naw, just when we're playing back here"

    My hands went to his body and discovered he wore a harness
as well.

    He pushed me to the door...and we went inside the room
illuminated in red light. There were several men standing
around. All wore some kind of leather wardrobe.

    I stopped.

    "Dont worry, we're not bashers, we just like having fun"

    The group closed in on me. I knew I would not be getting
to LA tonight.

    They lifted me high and carried me to a platform in the
center of the room. My clothes were peeled off me, and soon
they had me on my back.

    Another of his friends was greasing his fingers...and
then applied them to my asshole...first one finger, then two,
then three...

    A very tall, and young looking man moved between my legs.
From his body hung the longest and thinnest cock I had ever
seen. At first, I thought it was a dildo, but as he pushed it
into me, I realized it was his cock.

    Someome pulled my head back and fed me his cock, then his
balls. I couldnt watch what was happening to my ass...but god
knows I could feel it.

    The cock in my mouth was replaced by another one, and I
was told to eat it. Another cock replaced the long one...I
was sorry to feel it out of me, and wanted to beg for it
back, but my mouth was full. All I could do was take it.

    There were five of them, and soon I lay there sucking and
feeling cum shoot all over me..Then the final streams across
my face and body told me the eveing was drawing to a close.

    I wanted to cum too, but nobody would do it for me. I
started to do it myself, but the attendant stopped me and
said, "later".

    The guys all said goodnight and I heard roars of various
engines as they drove away. My attendant put his jumpsuit
back on. He turned out the lights and led me to the first
room where I dressed.

    We stood by my car. He left his suit unbuttoned half
way..the way I saw him earlier.

    "You goin to try and get to LA now?"

    "I dont know, I am really tired"

    He jumped into the passenger seat and told me to follow
his directions.

    We drove across the freeway and thru a part of Gilroy I
had never planned to see. We entered a trailer park and
stopped.

    He put my hand on his crotch. It was unbelievable...it
was hard again.

    We went into his trailer, and I began to kiss his smooth
chest, opening more of his jumpsuit as I moved down his body.

    "You helped fulfill my fantasy, reckon it was time to
give you yours"

    Little did he know that he had fulfilled one of mine too.
But now, there WAS another. And I remembered those buns quite
well.

    I didn't know when I'd get to LA, and didn't care now.