When I was 18 I worked at a gas station owned by a family friend. My job was the night shift, and I got to know some of the regular patrons. We were not allowed to let anyone use the washroom inside the facility after 10 PM, and we were religious about this. One night a fellow came in around 11:45, fifteen minutes before closing time. His name was Tim, and I had gotten to know him. He was in his late 30's and worked at the paper factory a few miles down the road on the river. Every few nights he would pull in and gas up his raked up GTO. We got to know each other talking about that car. It also gave me a chance, while we talked, to check out his beautiful body. I was not gay--bisexual would be a better description, although I had not had my first male encounter yet, save for shared blow jobs at summer camp when I was 13. But something about this guy made me tingle whenever I would see his car pull in. He always wore a tight fitting blue long-sleeved uniform shirt with his name patch sewn on above his right pocket. Smooth shaven, he had the solid looks of a Nick Nolte type. I always admired how strong a personality he was, and he was always so sure of himself when he spoke. One day I was a little embarrassed when I though he caught me eyeing his crotch when I thought he wasn't looking--apparently he did not wear underpants on some occasion, and I could see his bulge very clearly. I had fantasized about going down on him, how it would taste, how hard it was, on a few occasions while I masturbated. But I would never have the courage to approach him, since I lived in a fairly smallish town and was afraid of the impact if it got out. But this night he asked me if he could use the bathroom because he really had to piss bad. I told him that it wasn't allowed, but after a minute I handed him the key and told him to hurry up and not tell anyone. He disappeared behind the soda cooler into the employee washroom and shut the door. He came out a moment later and shut the door, and I began my close-up procedures after he paid for his gas and walked to his car. I heard him start it up and pull away. I then went into the bathroom to do some final cleanup and add a roll of toilet paper. I jumped when I heard the front door of the station open from inside the bathroom--my hair tingled. I froze and stood absolutely still as I heard a person walk up to the cooler and pace towards the bathroom door. It opened, and there stood Tim, and he laughed when he saw me standing there with a frightened look on my face. "First you let me use the bathroom, which is against rules. And now you forget to lock the front door?" He laughed as he reached over to the top of the paper dispenser and grabbed a small packet of rubbers he had just purchased in the condom machine and had obviously left there. "Need these just in case the missus actually wants to fuck tonight", he said as he began to turn to leave. "Want to lock up behind me?", he asked. I still was in a state of shock when I just sat down on the toilet seat and put my head in my hands and shook uncontrollably. About a minute later I felt his hand on my shoulder, and he assuredly said "Don't worry, you're just a little scared, this being so late and all...". It felt good to feel his fatherly hand on my shoulder, and I let out a deep, relaxed sigh. I began to talk to him. "I'm just scared because if my boss ever found out that I forgot to lock the door while I was locking up, he would fire my ass. And to let anyone use the bathroom, well..." He squeezed my shoulder again and I looked up to see him standing directly in front of me with a little smile on his face. His left hand on my right shoulder, he began to undo his belt with his right hand. "Maybe I won't really need these rubbers tonight after all", he said matter-of-factly. He stared at me and didn't say a word as he unzipped his zipper and his pants hung lower on his hips. I could see the turquoise briefs as he pulled his shirt up a little and undid the bottom button of the shirt. His look was one of total assurance, like I was absolutely safe and what was about to happen was neither devious or wicked. "I know you'll like it, trust me", he said reassuringly. I looked up to him, my chin rising, and he pulled the briefs lower and pulled his dick out from under the tight fabric. His cock was very pretty, not extremely long, but with a sensuous looking head that was beginning to fill with blood. As he wiggled his ass from side to side, the pants and briefs dropped to his thighs, and his balls popped out as well. "Start by licking my balls", he said. I leaned forward, almost like in a trance, and without touching him with my hands I pressed my face into his cock and burried my tongue as deeply behind the base of his cock as I could. He held his balls in his right hand and cupped them for me...I licked one ball then the other. He said, "Now lick with long, slow licks and gently suck them". I put one ball against my mouth and slowly gave it a tongue lap like I was licking ice cream on a cone. Then I covered it with my entire mouth and gently sucked it into my mouth, rolling it over in there for a few seconds. I could feel him tighten up. "Now the other." I repeated it to the other, feeling the small crinkly hairs in my mouth as I did it. The musty, juicy smell was prevalent, as well as that bathroom antiseptic smell. "Now, put your arms around my hips and grab my ass while I fuck your mouth." I obeyed, and cupped his tight ass cheeks in each hand while I pulled his dick toward my gaping mouth. I tried to round my lips perfectly to accept his cock. I opened it so wide his cock entered without touching my lips or teeth. Once it was in, I could feel the tip at the back of my throat--almost all of it was inside my mouth. "Now very gently close your mouth, but don't let your teeth hit it". I closed my mouth slowly and felt the flesh of his cock for the first time against my lips. I tried to retract my teeth, and found it easier to sort of curl my lips over them as I pressed my mouth shut even tighter. "Now, I am going to pull back a little, then start to fuck your mouth...you just keep your mouth shut and your teeth covered with your lips". I nodded slightly. He began to pull out until the tip of his cock was completely extracted and I could see the slit in front of me. I kept my mouth opened wide. "Now, lick your lips so they stay wet." I did it. "Now, open again." I did it. Then he put both of his hands around the back of my head and held it in place...then he slowly, but deeply fucked my mouth as deep as it would go. He pulled it back again. I licked my lips again to get some saliva on them. He thrust again, with the same firm tempo. I accepted it. It felt wonderful to be the recipient of this man's cock, him guiding it into my mouth again and again. He would thrust three or four times before I would lick my lips again...then, thrust three or four more times. I had never really sucked a man off, and I can say this was more like a mouth-fuck than a blow job. He controlled everything. Once as I leaned into him and began sucking, he gently rebuked me, saying "Stay absolutely still, and just keep doing what you are doing". I obeyed. I noticed that soon each thrust was a little quicker, but still the same depth. It caught me by surprise a little, and I gagged a bit once. "Just breath through your nose, and you won't gag". I relaxed and did what he said, and it appeared to work. Now his hands were a little more firm as he held my head in place and started to fuck even faster. "Stick your finger in my asshole and I'm gonna cum", he said sternly. I obeyed, working my right hand between his butt cheeks and feeling for his asshole--I slipped my middle finger into his pucker-hole and worked it in up to the second knuckle. "Now...just...hold...still", he muttered hoarsely. He ground his cock into my mouth and pressured it so it rubbed hard against my lower lip. He gave three or four quick, short thrusts and appeared to be pulling it out. when the head of his cock was right outside my mouth, he took his right hand from behind my head and began twisting/stroking his cock while moving his hips forward and backward slightly. The head was a few inches outside my mouth when he gave me final instructions: "Keep your mouth wide open!". I obeyed. I felt a hot streak of cum hit my left cheek just next to my nose, and a strange feeling of warmth in my mouth. The stream of cum had gushed on my face and some had landed in my mouth. Another load hit my forehead and began running down across the bridge of my nose. A third and heavier gob of cum went straight into my mouth and some hit my upper lip. The fourth and final stream hit me in my chin, a strand of it hung off of it. He looked at me, cum on my cheek, lip and forehead. "Use your finger to gather it up and put it into your mouth". I took my index finger from my right hand and collected the cum from my forehead, then my cheek, then below my chin and put it in my mouth. "Now you can suck that". I sucked it hard, tasting it's sweet saltiness. "Now, you can finish this by squeezing every last drop out into your mouth, let it drop into your mouth like a bird taking food from it's mother..." I took his cock with my right hand and closed it at the base, gently pulling towards the tip. A long, thick line of white cum oozed out and dribbled of the tip of his cock onto my tongue through my gaping mouth. "Now, you can suck my dick for a second to remind you what it will taste like next time...you don't want to forget by the time I come back Friday." My eyes blazed with anticipation as I brought the cock into my mouth, now only half hard. It went in easy, and I sucked it soft and long, back and forth. His left hand was still in back of my head, gently pulling me forward every time I sucked down. After a moment, he pulled his dick out of my mouth--I wanted more of it, but it would have to wait until Friday. He tidied up and then backed up towards the door. "I'm not going to fuck or jack off until I see you Friday night", he said...giving me three long days to dream of his cock and give him three long days to build up another load for me to take. "And don't forget to lock up this time". As I locked up behind him, I smelled my index finger and luxuriated in his odor. It only took me a moment to go back to the bathroom and whack off into a paper towel, remembering how his cock had fulfilled my mouth.
