GAS STATION BLOWJOB
I was 18, inexperienced, and horny, and was driving down the interstate on the way to a friend's wedding. I was supposed to arrive dressed up a little for the rehearsal, so I thought I'd change clothes in the car – while driving – to save time. Ahhh, the folly of the young. A few minutes of struggling with removing my pullover sweatshirt in heavy traffic convinced me of how foolish I was being. So I figured it might be better to change somewhere. I pulled off the interstate into a gas station and went toward the restroom with my bag of clothes.
As I walked toward the restroom, another guy walked toward it too. He was a couple years older than me, and looked pretty fit. There was a moment of awkwardness as we
opened the door and realized it was a single restroom, with no stalls. He smiled and said "You first?" I said "Go ahead. I'm just have to change clothes." He said "Well, I've just got to pee. No reason why we can't go in together." I thought this was a little odd, but shrugged and said "OK". So I walk in and quickly go about my business, and I hear the sound of him peeing. There's a mirror positioned just right so I can see him peeing, and he can look to his left and see me changing.
I'm down to my boxers now, and I can't help but notice that he's finished up and is still standing there, cock in hand. I kind of pause, fixated on him, curious I guess. He's glancing right, and sees that I'm looking. He begins to slowly stroke himself toward an erection. Immediately, I'm hard too, and I know that he knows. I stand there, awkwardly, bulging my 7 inches, watching him stroke his 8 inches. He is looking in the mirror at me. I swallow. He says "C'mon over here and join me if you want."
I don't speak, but I step over toward him and take down my boxers and stand right next to him at the toilet, stroking too. We stand there, jerking off and watching each other, for a few moments. Then he says "Let me show you a few things that are even better." I say "OK". He gets down on his knees and pops my cock in his mouth. Ohhh. I'd never felt anything like it. I'd heard about it, but I never imagined it would be like this. He was a pro. He would take me right to the edge, and then slow down just enough that I didn't cum. It went on for what seemed like forever. Even when I did come, he somehow slowed the pace and made it take forever, and I came slowly, in waves. All my own work jacking off had never produced anything like this.
Finally I had no more in me. My legs were shaking, and I thought I would collapse. He kind of propped me up against a wall to keep me from collapsing. "First time, huh?" "Yeah," I answered. He said "Isn't it great?" "Oh yeah!" He said "I saw you had out of state plates. How long you in town for?" I said "I'm heading up to Virginia Beach for a wedding, but I'll be passing through here Saturday night late."
He said "Saturday night late. You'll probably need to change clothes again, right?"
I said "Oh yeah. Can you meet me here and…help out?"
He smiled and said "See you then."
It was a rough wedding. Only because I struggled to keep my mind on my duties in the ceremony instead of what had happened on the way there. Something funny has happened to me, too. My brain isn't working the same way. In the back room with the guys as we change into tuxes, my eyes are drawn to their underwear. I can't help but notice every detail – the little trail of dark hair leading from belly-button down into the top of their boxers. And I'm hard while we change.
During the pictures, we guys were standing very close (you know how photographers are). And I was very aware of where their packages were in relation to where my hands were. I even managed to brush a hand against a guys fly at one point – acting like I didn't know what happened. He shifted awkwardly, but I had felt him stiff up. But then the wedding was over, and it's time to go meet my friend.
So it's Saturday Night late, and I pull into the gas station. I see a car sitting on the far end of the lot, and inside I can barely make out my friend from last time. I grab my bag and a hanger, and head for the restroom. I leave the door unlocked and he walks in a few seconds later. He's wearing a pair of shorts and a wife-beater. I'm in my tux. He says "OK, let's get you changed." He reached up and slowly, sensually, stroking me all over at every phase, helped me out of my tux. It was incredible. He stroked my chest and stomach as he removed my shirt. He stroked my legs as he removed my pants. And then he started stroking my cock through my boxers.
I said "Hold on." He said "Huh? Shy now, all of a sudden?" I said "No. It's your turn." I knelt down on the tile floor and yanked down his shorts and swallowed his stiff 8 inch cock. I didn't have any idea what I was doing, but I was certainly excited and full of energy. I tried to remember what he had done to me, and duplicate it. He was thrusting his body against my face, and the smell, the taste, were overwhelming. He put his hands behind my head and kept me at the task. It took awhile to get the hang of the whole gag reflex thing when I went deep, but I finally got it.
After a couple of minutes, he shot his load. It was incredible. My mouth filled up and I had to swallow some, and some went down my chin. But more than the taste and smell and feel, I guess what I really liked was the feeling of being in control of another guy. I was the one making him moan and tremble and shake. He finished up cumming and got under control, and then said "Are you in a hurry to get home?" I said "No. I have Sunday off too." He smiled and said "Well, get changed, and come over to my apartment. There's a lot more I need to teach you about this stuff."
So I got dressed and followed him home for a weekend that changed my life.
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