Fill er up

Life up here in the New England boondocks is pretty bleak in the winter
time, and when you are working a late night shift in a gas station
somewhere off the Throughway, it can get boring and lonely. I don't much
like reading books and the middle of the night local TV stations don't
offer a hell of a lot of choices. So I am sitting here watching an old
1940s film with Tallulah and William Bendix about a bunch of people in a
lifeboat. I think I may have seen this one a few times already. I know
that it's as cold as a bitch outside and, as far as I am concerned, the
falling snow adds to the bleakness and loneliness.

Suddenly my eyes are drawn away from the tube by approaching headlights.
An 18-wheeler is pulling in to the station. Through the darkness and the
falling snow, I can see a fellow getting out of the cab and walking
towards the office. Company is always welcome on this late shift even if
its going to be only for a few minutes while he fills his tank.

The bell jingles as he opens the door and comes in. He gives me a
friendly smile and says, "Hell of a night to be driving out here all
alone on these roads. Hardly anyone on the Throughway either."

"Yeah, I know", I smile back. "You want me to fill er up?"

"Right! Thanks", he answers, still smiling at me warmly. I can see now
that he has taken his hood off and has zippered down his coat that he is
a really handsome guy with a really nice smile. Nice enough to make my
heart skip a beat. big too! There is nothing I like better than looking
at a big well built good looking guy, unless it's touching a big well
built good-looking guy. I try not to be too obvious about staring at
him. I avert my eyes as I begin to walk outside to pump him up.

As I zip up my jacket, I say over my shoulder, "You might as well take
off your jacket and warm up while I am pumping. There is fresh coffee
here. No milk though. Sorry. No sugar either."

"That's alright", he smiles. "I take my coffee straight."

My dirty mind is thinking, "Do you also take your sex that way?"

I smile to myself as I walk out and leave him to warm up. It's so damn
cold out here. I soon have the hose pumping the gas into his tank and I
am thinking about how I wish someone's hose were filling me up as well.
Trying not to dwell on naughty thoughts is not working. I can see him in
the office standing there in his tight jeans and plaid shirt drinking
the coffee and rubbing the back of his neck. I am getting real hard just
imagining those hands an fingers belonging to me, and just thinking
about how good his skin must feel. Wow! I tell myself to just settle
down, and that he probably has a wife and a couple of kids waiting for
him at home. Damn nice looking fellow though. His wife is one lucky
woman to have that hunk sleep with her every night!

Finally I feel the tug of the hose as the gas tank reaches its limit. I
pull the hose out and place it back in its holster. I screw the gas cap
closed and walk back to the office to give him the bill. I have
consciously forced my hardon to go down and soften. But I am still
feeling all excited inside my skin.

Back in the office I take off my coat and walk to the cash register and
tally up the bill for him. He walks over, still drinking coffee; says to
me, "Great coffee and great service too I notice. You treat all your
customers so good? He winks at me.

I nervously smile at him and respond, "No, only the special ones."

"Oh", he says, smiling (Damn! That smile is going to cause me visible
problems!) "and what makes the customer special to you?"

"Well", my fluttering heart replies, "The ones who bring a bit of warmth
in here on nasty cold nights like this one."

"Ah", he says, 'but YOU are the one who has made ME warm with this
superb coffee. As a matter of fact I have had about three cups of it and
as usual, It has filled my bladder. Say buddy, can I use your head?"

Now I smile. "You mean the latrine? You must be an old navy man. 'Head'
is a navy term for john."

"Right", he says. "But I was in the Marines; spent a lot of time on
ships."

My mind can only think, "Oh Mary! All those sweet, sweet sailors with
those great form fitting uniforms. Be still, my heart!"

I point to the back and say, "Yes, you can use my head. Back there. Its
big and clean." In my mind I am thinking, "Baby, you could use all of me
if you wanted!"

As he begins to turn to walk back I notice that his plaid shirt is
opened all the way down his chest. I can see his beautiful neck and
hairy chest. He sees me staring and smiles but says nothing. I watch him
walk towards the toilet, my eyes fastened on his strong masculine back;
my eyes working their way down past his waist to his deliciously shaped
buns, his thighs and calves encased in tight blue denim. A lump rises in
my throat and a bulge arises in my pants. As he walks into the toilet
room and partially closes the door, I can actually feel drops of pre-cum
wetting the inside of my shorts. I stand there rapt, like a deer in the
headlights, not even aware that the fingers of my left hand are softly
caressing the swollen meat inside my own jeans.

I hear him pissing, a loud sound coming out of what can only be a huge
tool. I imagine it, throbbing and hard, driving myself crazy.
Unconsciously my lips part, my throat begins to ache, as does my wet
asshole. God! He is simply one of the most beautiful men I have ever
seen. Its so cold out and he and I could heat each other up, if only.
But I have no clue that he would even be interested.

The sound of the pissing stops. "Hey!", he calls from the toilet room.
"I don't see any paper in here and I want to wipe some drops off the
bowl."

My feet are moving quickly toward the toilet room. "Hold up!", I say.
"The paper is up on a shelf in there. I'm coming. I'll show you."

"Alright", I hear him say softly. "Hurry up. I'm waiting here with my
cock hanging out. It feels so good ... I mean, to have an empty
bladder."

I get to the door and see him standing in there, his back to me, his
cock still out of his fly as far as I can tell. I reach up to the shelf
where the tp is and take down a roll.

"Here it is", I say, ready to hand it to him.

He half turns his head to me and says, "Well look. As long as you have
the paper in your hand, would you mind wiping the drops off the end of
my cock?"

My mouth opens in surprise! "What?", I say dumbly.

He says more softly now, "You have the paper in your hand, darling.
Reach around and take my cock and dab off the drops of piss." "Do it!",
he commands.

My eyes widen in disbelief at what I am hearing. My hands are trembling as
I reach around in front of him and wrap my fingers slowly around his
cock. An electric shock goes through me! I can hardly believe what I am
grasping in my hand, - a really HUGE throbbing mass of swollen flesh
the likes of which I have never felt before in my life. He has to be at
least 9 inches if not more. And he is not wearing any underpants! Oh my
God, he is sweet!!!. Just the way I like my men.

"Hmmmm", he purrs as I wipe him clean. "Oh baby! Your fingers feel
heavenly. Don't you stop holding it!", he whispers. And you know I have
no intention of letting go of that sweet swollen bulge. As I hold it, I
begin to stroke it, slowly back and forth ... back and forth. I can feel
him getting so hot. He leans back against me and whispers, "Oh baby! Oh
baby! Yes ... oh yes ... play with daddy ... play sweetheart ... ooooo
... feels so good." He is breathing quite heavily, as am I. His ass buns
are pressing into my own hard cock as I play with him.

I can feel that he is uncut. Good! I love to feel the tip of a lover's
foreskin with my tongue and you just know I will be doing just that very
soon. I involuntarily swallow the ache in my hungry throat thinking
about this fuck rod going down into it.

My left hand has been playing with his prick and my right arm has been
around his waist, holding him firmly against me. Now I move my right
hand down and unbuckle his jeans so that both hands have access to his
flesh. His fly is completely open and the fingers of my right hand are
now caressing his testicles, my nails rubbing the soft silken pouch
holding his precious masculine balls. Oh I want those balls in my mouth
so badly ... I want to suck his balls so that I will make him moan like
he has never moaned before. As my fingers work his balls, there is an
audible gasp of breath into his throat. He loves what I am doing. His
head is moving from side to side and his hands are caressing my hands
and he is moaning, "Darling! Oh Darling! Feel me! Play with me! Make
me hot!"

By now, we are both so hot and queer for each other that we have completely
forgotten about the cold outside. I turn him around and make him face me.
I have his jeans down around his ankles and I place my hands on his hips and
then take him into my eager arms and kiss his mouth very passionately. I'd
love to be subtler with him but he is making me so crazy that I just
want to eat him all up at once.

"Throw your head back", I tell him, "so that I can kiss your throat."

He immediately obeys me and as he opens his sweet throat to me, my mouth
moves in and my lips press hard against his neck while my arms tighten
around him. He gasps again as he feels my passion and knows I am loving
the taste of him.

"God, you are making me feel so queer for you", he whispers to me, his
hands caressing the back of my neck and my face and my ears. "Please
baby, let me kiss you!"

"I couldn't stop you, lover, even if I wanted to, and you know I don't
want to stop you." I give him my mouth and his lips and tongue hungrily
devour mine. His tongue is working inside my mouth and his hands are
on my skin, making me want to be his slave ... to do anything to please
him.

He pulls his lips away and says, "I can hardly stand up any more, you have
made me so weak. Is there anyplace we can lie down and make love?"

"Yes!", I reply. There is a pretty good sized futon in the back room that
I use when I sleep over here. It's queen sized", I smile at him teasingly.

"Oh", he smiles back. "Then it is just perfect for you and me."

I hold him up as he removes his boots and steps out of his jeans. He
leaves them lying there on the bathroom floor. He laughs as I take his
hand and lead him to the back room. His laughter is so manly, so sexy.
Everything about him is making me feel that he will be the best lover I
have ever had, and I have had quite a few in my day. I am such a dirty
whore boy. And I am going to make him know that too.

We enter the back room and I motion to the futon, silently asking him to
lie down. As he lowers himself on to the mattress, I kneel down beside him
and remove his socks.

"Do you want me to take my shirt off?", he asks.

"Oh no!", I reply. "You just leave it on. It makes you look so sexy being
semi nude. I want to put my hands inside your shirt and feel your chest and
play with your body hair."

He lies back and smiles. "You seem to know what you are doing. I'll let you
lead now."

"That's ok", I say, "but just for now. I really want to be your bottom tonight.
Do you like to be top"?

He looks up at me and says,"I can be both top and bottom but tonight I am
yours, to do what ever you wish."

He reaches up and takes my hand in his and kisses it and I immediately
fall down beside him and kiss his mouth again, and then his neck, and
then his chest. I am holding him and he feels delicious. I want to feel
and kiss him all over but especially between those muscular thighs. He
is moaning again as my mouth works on his hard abdominals and down to
his pubic area. Working around the hardened shaft, I kiss and bite the
inside of his thighs, first one and then the other. He writhes in
ecstasy as I take hold of his balls and play with them.

"Oh oh oh!", he screams as my fantasy of sucking his beautiful balls
becomes a reality. Sucking and sucking those sweet eggs, I can hardly
breathe for all the passion I am feeling. I take his cock and move it
into position in front of my mouth.

"Oh baby", I squeal like a girl, "you are so lovely. So goddamn sweet
and wonderful. I want to love you."

As I lower my lips and engulf his wonderful prick, his hands move through
my hair and he caresses my head and ears and face.

I work to get the whole head and shaft down my throat as he pants and
cries out hot fuck words to my sucking. Now I have him fully inside my
mouth and throat and my hands move under his ass. Spreading his cheeks
I begin to lightly rub his asshole. He shudders with delight and I know
I now have him completely in my power and will suck the life out of him.
What a delicious darling you are, I am thinking as my fingers move into
his asshole. I want to embed them deep inside of him just as he is deeply
embedded in my mouth.

He arches his back and begins to thrash all about the mattress as I
continue to work him with practiced fingers and mouth. His legs come
up and wrap around my neck as he cries out, "Oh baby! Open me up and
go into me deep and rough with your fingers. Fuck me! Fuck me! For
Christ's sake, FUCK ME with them hard!"

I am going crazy with lust and feel like I never want to stop working
his body but at the same time I want to feel him cum inside my mouth.
I want to feel his man cream rushing down my throat. I want to swallow
every drop of his precious fuck milk.

His moans and cries are building in intensity and his breathing has
become very deep. Then all at once he cries out, "Oh baby, baby! You're
making me cum! You're milking it all out of me. Oh please! Don't stop!
Keep sucking and finger-fucking me. God! Don't stop! Oooooooo! Don ...
uh .. uh ... cuming now, baby! CUMING! Oh God! Oh God.

Then I feel it in my mouth. The pump in his huge cock is spasming,
pumping the milk out of his balls, sending it full speed into my
waiting mouth and throat.

Squirt! Squirt! It's filling me up and making me happy. Sweet cream
from my masculine hot man pouring into me as I drain every last drop
out of his magnificent balls, sucking him completely dry.

"Hmmmmmm", I moan. I slowly move my lips up the shaft and disengage
his cock from my sated mouth. He lies there, his chest heaving from
passion, now subsiding. He looks at me and I can tell he is grateful
for what I have given him with my blow job.

"Oh", he whispers, "Baby! You are SO good! SO good!"

I smile as I lie down beside him and take him into my arms and tell him
to lay his head on my shoulder, and as I caress his head, I tell him,
"Baby, you sound SO good when you are cuming."

And I realize that this is only the beginning of a night of love making
neither one of us will ever forget.