Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2002 11:22:40 +0000
From: randy wright <randylad69@hotmail.com>
Subject: gas station seduction Part II

Thanks to everyone that wrote nice things about the first installment of
"gas station."  I failed to mention that it is a continuing series (if
there is any interest) and I suppose it is also necessary to warn those who
are reading this to avert your eyes if you live somewhere this kind of
literature (male-male; entirely, and completely consensual sex) is
banned. Perhaps you should move.


Gas Station Seduction    Part II


    After he left I stood next to the gas pumps and tried to sort out what
had just happened to me. It seemed every second there was a new emotion
controlling me. One second I was terrified that the word "gay" suddenly
applied to me, and the next my mind was filled with erotic images of long,
thick cocks shooting ropes of hot sperm as my hand slid up and down them.

   Eventually, I went into the washroom to clean up from the load that I'd
shot in my pants. The smell of cum sent me off again with more thoughts of
cocks and what I'd like to do to one. I was just starting to contemplate a
quick jerk off, when it hit me; this guy was coming back! Holy shit. What
was I going to do? My dick shriveled in panic and I stuffed my little
friend back in my jeans. All I could do was think, "Holy crap, Holy crap,
Holy crap, he's coming back, what am I gonna do?!"

   The first response to panic is to run, and I got to my car before I got
a grip. I couldn't leave, I was responsible for the gas station. The owner
was a nice old guy who trusted me to lock-up on my own and drop the cash in
the night deposit at the bank. So I started to make up wild stories of why
I had to close early, you see I was sick and there was guy NO, it was my
mom and she was sick and...  well...  crap.

   Slowly, I walked back into the gas station. Time to take a deep breath
and get my shit together I said to myself. So I did.  I drank a coke, put
my feet up, then swept the repair bays and the offices in the back. And I
was thinking, what had that little episode told me about myself? Was I gay?
Was it possible? Is that such a bad thing if I am?

    I though more about my favorite pastime, masturbation, and my room in
the basement where I felt safe and could act out my wildest fantasies. What
were they?  Sure I thought about girls and looked at nude pictures of them
while I jerked off.  Yeah, I'm a he-man.  Except, most of the time I
thought of myself as being them. Hot babes on their hands and knees taking
it from behind from some stud always makes me cum. But it finally struck
me, I was never the stud. I always imagined myself as the girl.  The one
taking a big, hard, cock up her ass. The one sucking on that beautiful
piece of cockmeat until she swallows his tasty sperm. I thought about my
use of anything in the house shaped like a cock as a dildo and pounding my
horny ass with it. I thought about being on my knees in front of my
favorite phallus-shaped pool cue that I'd wedged at a 45 degree angle. Then
after I had cum because I had a cucumber deep in my ass I would catch all
my sperm and coat the end of the pool cue with it. After licking my fingers
clean I would suck on the cue imagining it was the hard cock of some man
who had told me he wanted a blowjob. The idea that I had pleased him and
made him cum in my mouth always brought me off again as I rode up and down
on the pretend cock in my stretched and thrilled ass. That could be him
fucking me because I'd begged him to.

    Hmmm. Well, maybe it does seem a little obvious now. But just then it
was not what I had thought of myself as being. Yet, the more I thought
about it, the more clear it became. And add my positive reaction to my
motorcycle friend's message. The truth could not be denied. Now, with some
people I suppose this moment causes a major breakdown or freak-out of some
sort. Luckily for me, even though I have never been brilliant or talented
in any way, I have always been able to keep things in perspective.  If I
was gay, then it needed to be dealt with and there was no use in anxiety
attacks over something I had no control over. (people that say you have a
"choice" about being gay are out to fucking lunch) So it's 6:30 and there
just may be a man coming to see me in an hour and a half who wants me to do
all those things I've been imagined doing for about as long as I've been
able to get a boner. Do I play it safe and run? I mean, I could. It
wouldn't be impossible to close early. I could do that.

Or do I stay and have something possibly very scary happen? Something that
might change my life in a bad way? I could get hurt. He did have a really
big cock. It was so long and thick, and the way the head swelled when it
got really hard, and the way it felt in my hand and I could feel it
throbbing and that must mean he was really turned on and...

    I heard the sound of his engine just after I had turned off the outside
lights.  Instantly my insides turned to liquid and my knees trembled. I was
scared, but I had decided. Whatever happened, I was going to follow what my
body was telling me to do.  I hid the cash bag under some magazines just in
case he was only going to rob me (hope not) and I walked out the door
locking it behind me.

He was in the middle of the lot, just sitting there, so I walked over to
him.

"I didn't know for sure if you were going to be here" he said when I got
next to him.

"Me neither" I replied. My knees were still literally shaking.

"So now what do you want to do?"

I didn't know what to say. I wasn't prepared to take the lead on this
issue, so I thought I might as well make that clear.

"Whatever you want to do, I guess"

He smiled at this. Oh baby, it was a damn nice smile. I haven't described
him at all but I'll just say he was rough, but not at all ugly. He was,
well. I think I was already falling in love.  "Are you sure you want to do
whatever I want to do?" He was watching me closely. "I'm not into rape or
anything."

I suddenly felt the words pour out of my mouth. "I've never done anything
like this, I mean like what we might do, or, what it is that you're talking
about.. ah, I mean, y'know, I'm really nervous and I think I'll just
..... I'm really scared."

He just sat on his bike for the longest time, looking at me. I felt like
the world's biggest goofball-moron, but strangely, I was no longer afraid
of him. Just about what might happen. What he might do to me.

Finally, he leaned forward till his face was close to mine and said softly.
"I'm a man who needs to fuck.  If you want to, I'd like to take you to a
place where you can dress-up like a slutly young woman and you will do
everything possible to please me.  You will swallow my cum, and then I will
fuck your hot little boy-girl ass until you beg me to never stop. If you
want to."

"I want to." The words came out of my mouth before I had even realized I
could speak.  He smiled again and my fate was sealed.

"Good. Get on" He motioned to sit behind him then he jumped on the
kick-start. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my body against his as
we roared out of the gas station and onto the dark highway.

TO BE CONTINUED...


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