Gas Station

This is a story based in fact from last summer:

I have been on a roll lately.  The stars are aligning and I am getting loads left and right.

Today, I was optimistic again, given my recent string of good luck.  I spent about an hour trolling BarebackRT looking to see if there was any trouble to be had.  Got a few leads but nothing for today that interested me, so I head off to do my normal routine - gym, ABS, home.  I did have to get my scooter gassed up first - so I head to the gas station, fill it up, and *ring*.  It was a work call.  There I was wasting valuable minutes (twenty in all) dealing with one of my neurotic (but thankfully, paying) clients.  I was doing  everything in my power to end the call as quickly as possible - it was already after twelve noon and, from my experience, I was going to miss the peak daytime hour at the ABS was.

Finally - I get off the call and run into the station market to grab some smokes (yeah - I smoke and work out...)  I nearly run into to this little Latino guy - maybe 30, cute nerdy glasses, shorter than me, slim, cute - as I walk into the store.  I thought for a second that I had eye-to-eye contact.  I couldn't be sure though.  As luck would have it, he went right in line and I stepped right behind him.  Then I pulled one of my patented, turn-around-while-leaning-slightly-forward-so-I-can-brush-up-against-you moves (normally reserved for cheap thrills with straight boys in public places).  I said, "I'm sorry."  He replied, "No problem."  No extra look from him, nothing. Meh.  I guess I was wrong.

Boy, was I wrong about being wrong.

So, he buys some cigarettes (menthol - yuck), then leaves.  Again, never looking at me again.  So, I get mine and walk out the door.  Standing outside the door is no one other than LatinGuy, lighting up one of his newly purchased.  Now he's looking!  Sort of though, he's still playing it cool.  So, I stop and also light up - giving him my best stare down though my shades that I can muster.  He's definitely interested.  This is all playing out like a bad porn movie.  He walks around the side of the gas station (with me following about twenty paces behind), stealing looks back at me as he walks, until he reaches the end of the the parking lot.  When he does the most cliche thing ever, looks at me and rubs his crotch.  I love it!

I run back and get on my scooter, racing around to the back.  He's there, I say Hi, then he begins his walk down the alley that runs behind the station.  I repark, and begin to follow.

Finally, after about 100 yards, he turns into an apartment building, and I follow into a courtyard.  But I had lost him.  The time reparking my scooter put me well behind him (why I didn't just drive my bike down the alley, I'll never know, but I digress).  Finally he peeks back out and motions me to his door.  I walk in, greeted by the cacophony of two yapping Dachshunds, and he offers me an iced tea, which I decline, its not tea I want.

Then I grab him, kiss him deeply (I love kissing), and we start groping each other like bitches in heat.  And it was hot - like "hot" hot and 88 degrees hot.  We're both sweating immediately which is an immediate turn on. I grab his crotch and he is rock hard.  We make our way into his bedroom, clothes flying off as we walk.  He smells incredible - the perfect mix of sweat and manly odor that is like an immediate hard on switch for me.

He starts sucking my cock, and he's pretty good, alternating just the right amount between my head, shaft and balls.  He driving me crazy.  I throw him down on his bed because what I really want is to taste him.  I take his cock all the way in one move, taking in all of his great sex smell along the way.  He's got the perfect size cock for my mouth - not too big, not too small.  It smells like he hadn't showered yet, but I'm going crazy.  I want him to enjoy the blowjob, but the man-smell is driving me over the edge and really I want his load - NOW.

I start working him like I know I can, hoping he's not going to be one of those guys that wants to pull out.  (I HATE THAT, btw.)  He stops me ,panting, telling me he doesn't want to come yet, but it's too late.  He starts moaning and shooting.  I didn't have his cock in my mouth when he started to shoot (ok, I was trying to be nice and help him hold off despite my intentions to the contrary) but as soon as it started coming, I jumped on his spurting dick like a large mouthed bass.  And did he cum - man alive, he must have been saving up that load for a few days.  It was thick, salty-sweet and delicious.  When I was done (I mean, er, he was done), I leaned up and kissed him deeply, making sure he tasted what I tasted.  I then spit out some of his cum on to my hand and jerked off straddling his face. I came no time, blasting his face with my load, which I promptly lapped up while simultaneously kissing him.  I wanted to make sure he tasted what I was was tasting, again.

Long story short, he had to get ready for work (which was fine with me, I had places to be), so we dressed and I left with the smell of his cum and sweat on my face and hands.  But not before he left me with this: "Glad I needed cigarettes!"

I'm glad I needed gas.