On a lonely drive from Portland to Seattle, I glanced at the fuel gauge and was surprised to see that I needed to fill up as soon as possible. It seemed I’d been lost in my thoughts, time and miles just slipping past.
It was now dark and, after about ten minutes, I saw a sign for a gas station. I pulled in and, as I filled my tank, a car drew up at the pump next to mine. The driver got out… and my heart skipped a beat.
He was absolutely gorgeous: tall and lean with thick lips, far too luscious for a man. When he bent and leaned to extract the nozzle, I saw the curve of a finely shaped ass filling his tight jeans.
I think my mouth may have actually watered at that point.
The clanking of my pump stopped and so did my drooling. I walked into the station and paid the cashier before heading to the washroom to empty my bladder.
Like most public washrooms in gas stations, it had seen better days. It consisted of two rusty urinals, one toilet stall, and a sink.
I chose the urinal closest to the door and took out my pecker, ready for a long relieving piss. Moments later, the door opened and the gorgeous guy entered. He came to the urinal beside me and unzipped. As casually as possible, I glanced over at him — and saw that he was looking down at my cock.
His boldness turned me on and, having finished urinating, I started to get hard.
He turned toward me, his flaccid penis hanging out of his jeans. He reached down, firmly encircled my raging boner, and gently massaged the underside of my knob with his thumb.
Without having spoken, I melted into him and we kissed deeply and firmly. Our lips and tongues busily devoured and tasted each other. By now mammoth erections were poking out of our jeans, and we admired each other. His cock was a magnificent piece of work, a classic uncut beauty.
I leaned and took his mighty cock in my mouth. He gave a low groan of pleasure and muttered, “Oh yes, that’s great, so fucking great. Suck me, suck me.”
I worked on the solid shaft, caressing it, sucking it, and licking it from the base to tip, tasting the oozing salty pre-cum. I relished the feel of his foreskin on my tongue as it slipped and slid over his glans.
After several minutes, his breathing became more ragged and I felt him stiffen and knew he was on the edge. His thighs trembled as jets of hot juicy sperm hit the back of my throat and coated my tongue. I swallowed and kept swallowing and sucking until he‘d pumped out all his impressive load.
My cock had swollen to such a size it was almost painful and it demanded attention. I stood, grabbed my dick in my right hand, and started jerking rapidly. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me, his tongue probing and twirling deep in my mouth.
He took his hands from my face, stopped kissing. “My turn,” he said and got down on his knees, taking my rigid cock in his mouth. Mmm, it was glorious in there, so warm and wet. With his tongue, lips, and mouth, he made incredible love to my throbbing flesh. I was as hard as a crowbar and I quickly felt the pressure building in my balls. I gently rocked my hips back and forth, fucking his mouth while my own foreskin rolled over my knob.
As the sensations increased, I thrust more urgently until I was face-fucking him mercilessly. He didn’t seem to mind, his mouth and throat welcoming my furious assault. When I ejaculated, thick spurts shooting into his mouth and down his throat, I roared with delight.
