One Dark and Lonely Night
submitted September 10, 2017
Categories: Bathroom Tales, Chance Encounters, Gay Erotic Stories, Sexual Encounters, Straight Men, Gay Sex
I am driving from Portland to Seattle when a glance at the fuel gauge indicated that it was time to fill up as soon as possible. I guess time had just slipped away from me on the drive. It was now a dark and lonely night!
About ten minutes later, I see the sign up ahead of a gas station. I pull in, get out and start the gas going in the tank.
A car pulls in and stops on the pump next to mine. The driver got out. My heart skipped a beat.
He was absolutely gorgeous. Tall and lean. Thick delicate lips, far to luscious for a man.
He bent down to extract the nozzle, leaning forward. I could see his tight jeans and the curve of his finely shaped ass.
I think my mouth may have actually been watering at that point.
The clanking noise of my pump stopped and so did my drooling. I walked into the station to pay the attendant. I paid the cashier and needing to empty my bladder, I headed to the washroom.
The washroom, like most public bathrooms in gas stations, had seen better days. There were two rusty urinals, one toilet stall and one sink.
I chose the urinal closest to the door, and with great relief took out my pecker for a nice long piss. Moments later, the door opened and the gorgeous guy enters. He went to the urinal beside me and unzipped. I looked over at him briefly and while I glanced as casually as possible, I saw that he was looking down at my cock too.
His boldness was turning me on and my dick started to get hard.
He moved in towards me, his flaccid penis hanging out of his jeans. His free hand reached down to caress my now raging boner. His hand firmly encircled my dick. His thumb gently massaged the underside of my knob.
I melted into him as he pulled me in to kiss him deeply and firmly on the mouth. Our lips and tongues were desperate to devour and taste each other. We were both standing in our jeans, sporting mammoth erections and admiring each other's bodies. His cock was a magnificent piece of work, a classic natural uncut beauty.
I leaned down and took his mighty cock in my mouth. He gave a low groan of pleasure. I worked on the shaft of that mighty prick, caressing it, sucking it and licking it from the base to tip, tasting the salty pre-cum as it began to ooze out of the hole at the end. I enjoyed the feel of his foreskin on my tongue as it slipped and slid over his glans inside my mouth.
His breathing became more ragged after several minutes. Suddenly I felt him stiffen and shudder. Jets of hot juicy sperm hit my tongue and the back of my throat. I swallowed and kept swallowing and sucking until he‘d pumped out all his load.
My own lust and swelling of my cock was painful and it demanded attention. I stood up and grabbed my dick and started jerking rapidly. He took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply and deliciously.
He bent down, got on his knees and took my rigid cock in his mouth. Mmmmm, it was so warm and wet and glorious in there. His tongue and lips and mouth made love to my cock. My cock was as hard as a crowbar. I could feel the pressure building in my balls. I gently pushed my hips back and forth as my cock went into and partially out of his mouth, my own foreskin gliding back and forth over my knob.
My thrusts soon grew more urgent and I began to face-fuck him mercilessly. He didn’t seem to mind and took it all in stride. His mouth and throat welcomed my fucking. As I ejaculated, shooting thick spurts into his mouth, he swallowed and choked a bit on the thickness or volume. He didn’t stop though and kept on worshipping my cock and load until my cock withered in his mouth.
I pulled him up off his knees and started kissing him with immense gratitude and spent passion. I couldn’t believe how much I needed this. I was immensely grateful. We kissed for several passionate moments and then just hugged one another until our breathing returned to normal.
"What the fuck is going on?" came a shout that brought us both back to the reality of our location. It was the gas station attendant. "This is illegal, I'm going to phone the cops," he shouted and turned to leave.
"Whoa there buddy," stated my suck buddy.
He grabbed hold of the attendant's arm, "Where do you think you're going?" "We were just having a good time," he told the attendant. "Why don't you relax and join us?"
"I'm no faggot," the attendant stated firmly.
"Neither am I," said the stranger, "Neither is he," he indicated me.
The attendant looked spooked and unsure. After all, the two us standing there with our pants down may have been pretty menacing………………….or intriguing……………or lustful!
"Why don't I blow you and we'll forget all this."
He reached down and undid his jeans, shoving them down around his ankles. The attendant was no longer reluctant as his erection sprang forth from his pants. It was quickly engulfed with wild abandon. He was soon gasping with pleasure and breathing hard and labouredly. He came rather quickly.
Without commenting or thanks, the attendant pulled his pants back up and left.
We cleaned up and left the washroom. We waved bye to each other and the attendant and went on our separate ways.