Full Service Stud

My glory years were the late sixties and early seventies. After graduating from high school, I went to work full-time at my dad's service station.

My mom took off with some guy when I was ten. The old man had worked his ass off to finish raising me and had managed to build a successful business in the process. I knew he wanted me to follow in his footsteps and, eventually, take up his trade. I can remember when I was a little kid, Dad coming home from work completely exhausted, reeking of sweat, grease and gasoline. I hated that odor then, and I hate it still. But now that same revolting stench was seeping into my blood, and I was desperate to cleanse myself of the whole miserable mess.

Understand, I love and respect my Dad. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. Lord knows, he'd had enough pain in his life. His work was honorable and he was good at it. But his dreams were not mine. We were as close as any father and son, but we never seemed to manage to have much in common. Dad was oil and I was water, no pun intended. My sights were clearly focused on other horizons. Horizons he didn't completely understand.

There were things about me, feelings and desires, dreams and fantasies that even my Dad, the person who knew and understood me better than anyone, didn't know about. No one knew. It was my secret. My personal Jekyll and Hyde.

It wasn't until one lazy, mid-July afternoon that, for the first time, I let my guard down. Lee was two years older than me but retained a very youthful, somewhat boyish appearance. He had only worked for my Dad a short time, but was one of the hottest guys I had ever seen. As a matter of fact, the only gratification I received from working at the gas station was being near Lee.

Lee had just finished his shift and was in the rest room cleaning up before leaving work. He had striped down to his underwear and was leaning over the grime covered sink splashing cool water onto his face when I opened the door. The sight of him both embarrassed and thrilled me. I'd discovered long ago, about the same time I fully began to comprehend labels like homosexual, fag , queer and gay, that I enjoyed seeing other guys naked. I more than enjoyed seeing them, I wanted to reach out and touch them. Even though I had found myself constantly thinking about having sex with other men, I had never actually done it.

It was getting more and more difficult for me not to act on my sexual impulses. I was up to jacking off two or three times a day in a futile attempt to keep my lust for male flesh in check. When I saw Lee standing there nearly naked, I froze. I didn't know what to say, or do. It was like a vision from one of my dreams.

Lee stood up wiping his face with a paper towel. I was so taken with the sight of him, I just stood there with the door wide open, gawking at him like some love sick pup.

"You need something?" Asked Lee, wiping the damp paper towel under his armpits.

It was difficult to speak. "I have to take a piss," I finally managed to say.

"Do what you gotta do," said Lee. "Just do me a favor and close the fucking door before we have to start charging admission."

I felt like a complete fool as I closed the door behind me and stepped around him. I'd always been a little on the shy side so I was understandably hesitant to expose myself to Lee. "I thought you said you had to take a leak," he said, as he continued to wash his magnificent body.

"Yeah, I do," I mumbled, trying to clear my mind of the erotic thoughts which were devouring my willpower. I felt very strange inside. My lust made the simple task of taking a leak very awkward. I came very close to apologizing for my intrusion upon his privacy and walking out. But I had to piss real bad. It wouldn't wait for Lee to finish. I stepped up to the toilet, unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock.

I had always suspected by the way his manhood filled out the crotch of his jeans that Lee possessed a sizable dick. As my bladder drained, my eyes discreetly wandered onto the bulging basket of his Jockey shorts and I realized, in earnest, just how correct my suspicions had been. His manly flesh was packed tightly in the crotch of his underwear, creating an enormous, revealing bulge. I caught Lee glancing down at my cock as the constant flow of pee spurting from it created a stagnant nest of bubbles over the surface of the water filling the toilet. His curiosity was brief but enough to excite me. By the time I'd finished relieving myself, my cock had stiffened into a rather conspicuous hardon.

I was embarrassed by my lack of control and worried about what Lee might think if he noticed. I attempted, as best I could, to conceal my untimely affliction with my hand. Lee looked down at my cock again. This time he was not the least bit cautious about it. He stood there staring at my wagging boner. "Nice cock," he said. His words of flattery eased my mind and added greatly to my excitement. The urgency I'd felt to conceal my throbbing cock suddenly faded into oblivion. I was content to stand there and allow Lee to admire my prick as it bobbed up and down stiffly.

I was somehow intrigued by Lee's compliment. He had seemed quite sincere. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. Probably for the first time in my life, I felt truly content with the size of my manhood. My cock was only six inches long when it was fully hard, and it's smooth shaft was quite slender. I'd always considered its size disappointing. I was somehow gratified to know that Lee didn't share my sentiments.

"You really think so?" I asked.

"What?" said Lee, having turned his attention back to his smudged reflection in the mirror hanging above the sink.

"You know? What you said. That I have a nice cock. You really think so?"

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't think so." His full, firm lips had come together and turned into a mischievous sort of grin. Lee's wavy blond hair hung beyond his shoulders. My dad called him a hippie. But Lee wasn't a hippie, he was just a very laid back product of a new era. He was the coolest, hippest, most attractive guy I'd ever met, and I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted any other man.