Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2005 22:11:24 -0800
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Submission: GAS STATION COURTESY (scat)

          GAS STATION COURTESY by bawdypen
    I finally pulled into the gas station way out in the
desert, well off the beaten track. I was hot and dusty...
needed gas and a place to piss. The attendant must have
seen me grab at my pecker when I stepped out of my pickup
and head for the restroom. He gave me a big grin.
   He was bulky-looking, probably in his late twenties,
dressed very casually in a tank-top, and had a dopey drawl.
   "Service with a smile, mister! Got a fag to take care
of your every wish. Want me to send him back to the can? No
charge, long as you're buying gas."
   "What?! Forget it. I don't need no dirty old fart
pawing at me in the men's room. Check the oil, too...I
gotta go piss bad. And I'll be locking the damned door,
too!"
   "Ain't got a lock. Ain't no old fart, either...you'll
see!"
   I scowled and walked away without replying. Not old?
Hmmm. Riding all afternoon sure had me on the rail most of
the time. A pair of hot lips on my prick might not be too
bad at that. My any wish? What the hell did that mean?
   I stood there pissing into the toilet, wondering if
someone was going to burst in on me, when I saw movement at
a little hole in the wall even with where my cock was
hanging. Someone was watching me, and checking out my
stuff! I flopped my cock up and down, teasing the eyeball
spying on me. Then I heard quick footsteps on the other
side of the wall. He liked what he saw!
   Resigned, I decided to take off my pants and let my
body breathe a little. Then I sat on the toilet--naked from
the waist down--and spread my legs in invitation. Hell, by
then I was ready for the dirty old fart!
   The attendant casually came through the door. Probably
to tell me it was a joke...or he couldn't find the 'fag.'
Then I noticed his sly grin. He entered the doorless stall
and immediately knelt before me.
   "Anything you wish, sir," he whispered, stroking my
thighs and staring at my hardon. He licked his lips.
"That's a swell pecker you got. I can take it all the way
down my throat if you'd like to fuck my face. I really
oughta lick off your dusty balls. And your butt, too. All
that sweat and road dirt can really irritate a guy's
asshole. I'll lick that real clean if you want. Say,
though, first things first. Were you about to take a nice,
long shit?"
   "Um...no," I muttered, a bit astonished at his
frankness. My prick was really bobbing around right in his
face. But he made no attempt to reach for it...waiting for
permission. "Probably should, though," I said more to
myself. I had another couple hundred miles to go.
   "Okay, let's start there," he coaxed. "Why don't you
just rest back and..." he grabbed my ankles and began to
lift my legs!
   I was quickly at an angle, grabbing the sides of the
toilet seat, with my legs held high.
   "Now, sir, you just go right ahead. Flip those dirty
turds right out of there, and I'll lick you up real good
when you're done. Much better than toilet paper. I'll get
right up inside and tongue out every little scrap of crap
for you."
   "You're insane!" I cried, feeling the pressure to shit
become more intense in that position. I couldn't believe
what he was suggesting!
   "Nope. Just gets lonely out here. You'd be surprised
how many gents make a point of passing through here on a
regular basis. Yep, I'll do anything that keeps me in
business. Here, let me lick that grime off of there first.
Shitholes always smell and taste the best after a fella's
been on the road a while."
   He forced my legs up higher and mashed his kisser into
my crack...teasing his tongue all around my obscenely
exposed asshole. He even twiddled it into the pit a couple
of times before lapping up and down over my whole crack.
Service with a smile, maybe, but this harmless fool was
obviously very much enjoying himself. He liked the taste of
my ass!
   "Mmmm, I like the taste of your ass, sir! Smells so
awful damned good, too. Ain't nuthin' in the world smells
better'n a fella's craphole when it ain't tidied up."
   "Well, that's what you're here for, ain't it?" a voice
suddenly let out a chuckle. A stud stood in the doorway.
Probably a trucker.
   "Oh, hello, sir! Glad to see you back. If you don't
mind waiting, this gentleman is just about to take a shit."
   In that position, I couldn't move. I wanted to
struggle, but I might have hurt myself falling off the
toilet. So I just blushed.
   "Yeah?" the stud asked, sounding strangely interested.
He walked right in. "Hell, I could dig watching that. He
gonna push it out, or you gonna suck it out?" he laughed,
winking at me. Then he knelt right next to the dope. "Lemme
get a whiff of that before you start doing your business,
alright?" he said to me with a slight tinge of warning in
his voice. Then he bent his head down and sniffed at my
shithole! "Damn! Almost too late. This creep's practically
licked all the cheese off of it already. Bet that was nice,
though, when it was real heady. Don't lick shit myself, but
I sure get off on smelling a dude's spicy crack! Here,
lemme pull it open a little. Maybe you still got some just
inside. Mmmm, not much but it's sure getting my bone
stiffened up!"
   He thumbed my anus apart and put his face up to it. I
thought he might lick it, but he just breathed heavily a
few times. Then he stood up and dropped his pants. An
immense prick bobbed out, waving around. He smiled, and
stood there stroking it with soft, light caresses. The
attendant stared at it longingly.
   "You suck cock?" the trucker asked me. I shook my head
vehemently. "No? Why the hell not? Still worried about your
mom catching you? Just the three of us here, fella. We can
do whatever the fuck we want. You gotta try it. Hell, I
blow Elmer here when I stop by. Sure don't mind blowin' a
guy when he's willing to do anything you ask. Yeah, took a
big shit in your mouth last time, hunh, Elmer? I told him I
wanted to see him suck my turd...so he did! Tell him that's
what you want--he'll do it. Shit, he'll lick out your dirty
toes if you want him to."
   "Whew!" I gasped, not knowing what else to say. I sure
wasn't prepared to ask the attendant to lick my turd!
   "Hey, Elmer, what's the worse thing a guy asked you to
do?"
   "Uh...let's see," he thought for a moment. "Guess the
thing I didn't much care for was when this fella wanted to
see me blow his Doberman."
   "A FUCKIN' DOG? Cripes!" I cried.
   "Yep. Big ol' bastard didn't put up a fuss, either.
Guess he was used to being sucked off by his owner. Weren't
too fuckin' bad bein' down there under him suckin' on his
prick. Bad thing was his jizz. Godawful stuff, that was! He
was gonna have me lick the dog's a-hole, but after I
started working on his, he forgot about it."
   "Amazing!" I gasped, "but I gotta shit, fellas. My
back's starting to hurt me."
   "Let 'er rip, man!" The guy pounded his pud. "Hey, it's
gonna be solid, ain't it? I can dig sniffin' a dude's turd,
but I sure don't wanna be around if you're gonna squirt
some soup!" He laughed loudly.
   "I don't much care for that, either," Elmer said,
scowling, giving all indications that he'd been subjected
to it before!
   "Uh, should be alright," I shrugged. Then I got angry,
wondering why I was even concerned. "Hell, I didn't ask you
guys to put your faces up my ass. Take it or leave it!"
   The trucker chuckled. "Okay, buddy. Guess we'll take
our chances. Listen, can you hold on for one minute?" He
stood up.
   "I...I guess. Why?"
   "My buddy's out in the truck. He'll really get off on
this. I'll be right back." He dashed out of the restroom.
Elmer took the opportunity to lick out my crack some more.
He had his tongue shoved up my hole when the two guys
walked in.
   "Yeah, hot stuff! By the way, I'm Toker. This is my
buddy Frankie. Frankie's a real ass man. He's always
sayin' how he'd love to watch a guy take a shit. I offered,
but he wasn't interested in seein' me do it. You just like
my cock, right Frankie?"
   "Sure, Toker. I love your cock. That's a sweet ass you
got all spread open, fella." He dropped his pants and
grabbed his hard prick. "Ever take a man up your shithole?
I'd sure like to plow that ass after you take a dump. Big
honkin' prick you got, too!"
   "Hey, you guys!" I blurted. "'I'm not even a fag. I
just can't get out of this position. Can we get this over
with? Hunh?"
   "Oooh," Frankie cooed, pushing Elmer aside to put his
face up to my asshole. "A fuckin' straight guy's turd!
That's even nastier!" He swirled his tongue over my pucker,
visibly disappointed that the fragrant goodies were gone
long ago. Fuck him, I couldn't wait. I started to push down
and grunt. All three of them crowded around the toilet
bowl. Only Elmer refrained from jacking his cock. He was on
duty, I guess. Toker had slipped his pants down, too, and I
noticed he was avidly finger-fucking his rather hairy ass
while he masturbated and waited expectantly.
   "OH, HOLY FUCK!" Toker gasped, working his cock faster.
"Look at that fucker comin' out, willya? Greasy muther,
ain't it? Lick it, Elmer. QUICK! CUSTOMER WANTS HIS SHIT
LICKED!"
   I hadn't requested it, but while the other two gaped in
schoolboy wonder as my asshole expanded and squished a turd
out, Elmer leaned over and flapped his tongue all over the
side of it! It was out of my ass far enough, now, that I
could see. When I gasped in horrified excitement, Elmer
gently put a finger under the end of it to hold it up. Then
he purposely licked on the part that I could see. He was
running his fucking tongue over my dirty turd! Gawd!"
   "Oooh, oooh, oooh," Frankie cried, blasting a heavy
load all over the outside of the bowl as he loudly sniffed
my shit!
   Toker suddenly stood and leaned across me, touching the
wall, and jacked off all over my steaming column of shit! I
could see Elmer frantically lapping at his warm jizz just
before I squeezed off and the shit fell into the toilet
with a splash. He was ready to swoop down and clean out my
crack, when Frankie pushed him aside.
   "Clean dump, man. Lemme lick you out. I love eating out
a straight guy's ass. You guys don't get much of this
action. Okay, so maybe I'm a little curious about how your
shit tastes, too."
   I hadn't asked, but obviously he needed to admit that.
I held on only long enough for him to swirl his tongue up
my can a few times, then I had to unfurl. I sat there on
the pot, shaking my head, while the three of them crouched
back with stupid grins on their faces.
   "Goddam, what a bunch of sick perverts!" I complained,
looking at the floor. Then I glanced at Toker.
   "So? What's your point?" he grinned, staring at my
boner.
   I blushed. "Uh, nothing, I guess. Who's gonna blow me?"
   "Woops, I hear the bell!" Elmer jumped up, stepping
over the other fellows. "Gotta serve the customers!"
   Frankie was working his prick into another erection.
"Hot action! Hot fuckin' action! I suppose you wanna blow
him, hunh Toker?"
   I stood up against the wall, waving my prick back and
forth, teasing the cocksuckers kneeling before me. This was
getting to be fun! Toker attacked my cock with a relish,
while Frankie licked my balls. I stood there being serviced
by these two rough fags when Elmer walked in with a shy,
middle-aged man in tow. The guy blushed in embarrassment at
seeing us, but allowed Elmer to yank his pants down.
   Awkwardly, he maneuvered his prick into Elmer's mouth,
keeping his gaze on us. The more excited he got, the more
brazen he became at getting what he really came in for.
Shuffling his feet and pants around, he bent over nearly in
two and requested an ass-suck. Elmer dutifully ate the man
out, perhaps a little disappointed when the man shot his
load all over the floor. I soon followed, filling the
cocksucker's mouth with tons of my 'straight' mancream--
presuming it was probably the best load he'd ever had.
   Graciously, but hurriedly, I made my exit. I kept
getting boners in the car all the way home. I couldn't help
imagining what a big, stiff cock would taste like coming in
my mouth! I let myself think those thoughts...rather than
the more extreme ones that were lurking.



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