Date: Tue, 08 Jan 2002 22:00:00 +0000
From: randy wright <randylad69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gas station seduction:   Adult-youth, TG-TV, First-time.

   This is the story of my first sexual experience with another man. It took
place back in the early eighties when I was sixteen years old and at the
time was working at a gas station on the edge of town. I lived in a small,
unremarkable town, and I suppose I was equally unremarkable. I did not fully
understand my sexuality and its inclinations as well as the possible
consequences. I mean, the fact that I often fantasized about men seemed like
just part of the joy of an awakening sexuality. In the deluge of teenage
hormones everything made me horny, and I was enjoying masturbating too much
to worry about what I was fantasizing about. Until that day at the garage.
     It was Sunday afternoon and I was at the place by myself. Being summer
I was wearing blue jean cut-offs and a T-shirt. Most days like this were
just a slow grind till closing time punctuated by the very occasional car.
On this day I had just been thinking about maybe slipping into on of the
back rooms for a quick jerk-off ( I would strip down completely and prance
around delighting in the possibility of getting caught) when I heard the
sound of an approaching motor. I looked up in time to see that it was a
motorcycle and it was pulling into the garage. Walking out to the pumps I
saw it was actually a Harley-Davidson and the rider was a big biker-looking
type. This kind of freaked me out because I always heard these guys were
mean and dangerous. For the first time I felt afraid being alone at the
station. He pulled up, shut off the engine, and took off his helmet. I stood
there feeling nervous and scared and I guess it showed a little because he
laughed (a nice laugh) and said, " don't worry, I'm not going to hold you
up."
I cleared my throat and squeaked, " would you like some gas?"
"Well, you are a gas station aren't you?" he said smiling at me. I laughed
at this too realizing how dumb I had sounded. He didn't seem so scary now
but for some reason my stomach still had butterflies in it. He opened his
gas tank and told me to fill it up. Now usually guys with motorcycles want
to do this themselves because they couldn't bear to have a dumb-ass gas
jockey spill any fuel on their precious paint. But this guy seemed to want
me to do it so I grabbed the nozzle from the pump and standing next to his
bike I began filling the tank. Doing this is much different than with a car.
Then, the driver is in the car and you hardly say hi. In this case however,
I found myself standing quite close to this big and still pretty scary
character.
  As I carefully pumped gas into his tank (no sexual innuendo intended) I
could feel him looking at me. All I could do was concentrate on what I was
doing and try not to start shaking.
"You're very pretty," he said suddenly. "You look just like a pretty young
girl." I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. I was paralyzed by fear and
confusion. If anybody else had said that to me I would have swung a fist or
at lease given a "fuck you," but this guy intimidated me so much I didn't
know what to do. I hoped he wouldn't say anything else, but he carried on.
  "You've got those nice long tanned legs and that sexy girl's ass in those
cut-offs. And with that long hair,  you could be a very hot young lady if
you were wearing the right clothes." I was about to have a heart attack.
  "Do you ever imagine yourself as a girl, doing the things girls do to with
men? You would be very good at it, I can tell just by looking at you." He
was smiling at me and his voice was getting softer.
I really didn't know what to do. I thought about running but my body did not
seem to follow my commands. I just stood there and listened to this man say
things I never thought I would hear directed towards me.
  Just then another car pulled into the station and I took this as an excuse
to move quickly away from him. Shutting off the nozzle and leaving it in his
tank I quickly made my way over to the car. They needed a fill-up so I had a
few moments to gather my wits. Man, what crap that guy was saying. Look like
a girl, yeah right. But I suddenly thought about what I had been doing the
night before. In my room in the basement I had been having one of my
favorite sexual fantasies. Completely naked, I stand in front of my full
length mirror and admire my sexy body. I turn and look over my shoulder at
my round ass and think how good it would be to fuck. And then I would look
at my stack of Penthouse and Hustler for hours as I stroked my cock. I
though about how in all the scenes I would imagine that I was the girl
bending over or spreading her legs to receive her man's cock up inside her.
My great final would be to sneak into the rec room and take one of the big
pool cues. In my room I would place it with the tip on the floor and the
handle leaning on the bed at about a 45 degree angle. After placing some
weights on the tip so it wouldn't move I would get on my hands and knees and
back my lubricated ass onto the thick, cock-like handle. I would slowly fuck
myself until my ass was well opened up, then I would really start to ride
the shaft as I imagined I was getting thoroughly fucked by a horny stud. I
would finally shoot a huge load into my hand and then drink it and lick my
fingers clean.
  Honestly, to me this never seemed "gay" in anyway. I was just having fun.
Looking back at the guy on the motorcycle I suddenly realized that I had a
huge erection. Now I was even more confused.
  After taking the money from the people in the car I walked back to the
motorcycle. He just looked at me as I picked up the nozzle and resumed
filling his tank. Then I saw that he had opened his fly and laid his cock on
the gas tank. I just looked at the thing not knowing what to do. My eyes
were fixed on it and I could not look away. It was much longer and thicker
that mine, and the bulbous head glistened wetly with oozing pre-cum.
"Touch it" he said softly.
I did. I could not stop my hand from reaching out and running a finger along
it's length.
"Would you like to be a girl for me? We could play for hours and you could
learn what it's like to please a man. I can see you would be a excellent
cocksucker. And I know you would swallow every drop of my cum when I shoot
it into your mouth. Then I will fuck your ass so hard and for so long that
you will beg me to fuck you like that every day. Would you like that? Do you
want to dress up for me and be my girl? My sexy little slut? My sperm
drinking whore who craves to get her ass filled with my hard cock?"  While
he was saying all this I continued to stroke his thick shaft and I guess
that gave him his answer.
"Great. When do you close?" did suddenly said putting his throbbing cock
back (somehow) into his jeans.  I licked dry lips and heard my self saying
"eight."
"I'll be here. Then we can finish what we've started."
With that he reached out and gave my ass check a squeeze then started his
engine and rode out off the gas station. I just stood there and tried to
think of what to do. What should I do? I could leave now. I could close
early. He didn't know who I was or where I lived. Then I realized I had cum
in my jeans.