This is my first erotic story. I got the idea when I stopped at my local 7-11 and saw a hottie pumping gas. Hope it fills everyone up!
It wasn't just hot today, it was blistering and I wished my car was protected by space shuttle thermal tiles. I was on the way home from a hassled day at my real estate office and suddenly faced a bizzare choice that would change the events of the evening. The traffic light was changing from green to red and instantly I had to decide like most motorists whether to tap the accelerator pedal and allow my car to steal the yellow light or brake aggressively and cancel a ton of speeding steel. It was a 7-11 at the intersection that gave my mind the cerebral urge to unwind for an icy soda and fuel for my car. I pulled up to the pump, killed the engine and felt the slap of hot air hit my face as I stepped out of the car.
Thats when I saw him. They say when a human being is intrigued with another person, time stands still. Well, for me, time not only stood still but became all but irrelevant. Standing over the open hood of a Honda Accra was a tall and tightly muscled specimen of a man in a state of quiet bewilderment. I know little about the operating mechanics of a car and would be challenged by anything more complicated then checking the oil level if I could even find the dipstick amongst the plethora of accessories, wires, and pieces of hot steel. "It won't start?", I inquired. He glanced up at me squinting but I could still make out his set of gorgeous ocean green eyes. "Runs fine but the A/C just quit on me."
"On the hottest day of the summer", I added. Always seems to happen that way. Start her up and lets see what it's doing."
I'm 5'10" on my tippy toes and as he walked around me, I noticed that my eyes were at his nipple level. So convenient for sucking. I estimated his height to be over 6' and weight about 190 lbs. He wasn't chemically enhanced but had the body more like a gymnast or fighter pilot. His cotton shirt was taunt around his physique and his biceps pulled at the short sleeve like an tiger lunging for prey. He turned over the engine as I looked him over. My mind raced and i could sense blood being shuttled to my manhood. I tried to keep my humor under control but I couldn't help but notice the parallels between my sexual excitement and his cars engine idling in front of me. He came to my side and we brushed arms. I thought I felt a slight shock.
"Well, let's see.", I said. "All the belts are tight and turning and I don't see anything that looks unusual." I moved to the drivers seat and felt the a/c vents. nothing. Hmm, I pondered. Did he simply turn off the a/c in error? I checked the controls for correct settings but there was no blower air coming from the vents.
"I think you blew a fuse", I told him once again considering my wordage. I think I was just ready to blow! We checked the fuse box and after a few minutes of deliberations, found the culprit and replaced it with a spare fuse. As soon as we did, I could hear the engine strain under the load of the a/c. I knew we did something but wasn't sure till I saw him smile. His eyelids reduced to horizonal slats and dimples framed a thankful smile. He waived his hand over the cabin vents. "It's like Alaska in here! Thanks for your help. I got another twenty miles to go before I get home." We shook hands and I was almost sorry that we fixed it so quickly. His handshake was firm and his pecs rippled though his shirt. Just before he slipped behind the wheel of his car, he pointed to me. "I owe you.", he said appreciatively. And with that, he was gone. I was so excited that I left the 7-11 without my soda or gas.
About a month later I was invited to a birthday party from a distant friend who miraculously comes into my life whenever he breaks up with his latest boyfriend or is in need of a favor. He lived in the next county at a nice gated condo. I purchased a small requisite gift and loaded the trunk with his favorite beer and was on my way. I've only been to his neighborhood a couple of times and that was during the day. The area is constantly being developed and it's easy to for the uninitiated to find themselves lost. I made a couple of wrong turns, caught my mistake, and doubled back arriving at his place at a propitious time. There were about 20 guys there in different states of sobriety and some fag hags in the kitchen trading sexual secrets about their boyfriends. The stereo was blasting and you could hear it from the parking lot but nobody was complaining since most of the guests lived in the building. Usually, I'm careful not to drink too much if I know I have to drive but it was an undisciplined Saturday night and I popped the cap off of one beer after another. After a couple of hours of drinking, eating pizza, and dancing, my friend opened up his gifts and we had the birthday boy cake.
One thing led to another and everyone started making out with everyone else. I had my tongue down multiple throats and the girls were showing provocations towards lesbianism. Breasts were flaunted and I lost my shirt and was passed around like a party platter.
At 2am the party was breaking up and even though I was offered a couch for the night, I decided to go home rather risk a mutual rape.
I had a little bit of a buzz going on but thought that I could still easily retrace my route and dodge the local police on the lookout for people like me.
I drove past a strip mall that I remembered on my way earlier but wasn't quite sure of which way to turn since that was one point I had to double back since it was the wrong way. It was the classic, "I remember this", but do I remember it correctly? I turned left and proceeded through a maze of streets and soon I realized that I had no idea which way was up. Somehow, I made a complete circle and wound up back at the strip mall. There was a local bar with scores of suv's and pickup trucks in the lot and I figured I'd stop and get directions from the locals.
Even in an inebriated state, my mind make a quick gaydar scan of the pub. Stale cigarette smell lodged in every crevice and some blue collar guys played pool on a weathered table while a jukebox kicked out ballads from the 80's. Local bar flies idled at the bar. I asked the barkeep for directions. He was portly and hadn't shaved for days if not weeks. I could feel hostile stares from two tattooed skin heads that didn't appreciate my presence or even the existence of the universe for that matter. OK, make a left at the light, proceed 3 more lights and at the McDonald's, hang a right and then another left at the interstate sign. I think I got it. Easy. Should be home and dry in under an hour.
"No faggots allowed", The vapid growl came from someone to my left. I wasn't sure and didn't look up. They say you don't want to make eye contact with a pit bull since it's provocative.
"Fuckin queer", another voice said lazingly. Looks like straight dudes have gaydar after all or are they closet boys that disdain their compatriots?
I made a quick exit and was just about to open my car door when I felt a rush of air swipe my neck as if someone was exhausting their breath. That was followed by a heavy fist sending me sprawling to the asphalt like a sack of potatoes. My face was burning like cinder. The second assailant introduced me to his steel tipped boots as he kicked wildly. I rolled into a fetal position instinctively but most of their strikes were hitting their mark. I was too stunned to even return fire.
All I could make out in the dark was a mess of jeans, boots, and meaty arms anchored to large upper bodies and unfortunately this was no leather bar but a violent rave party. The skin heads were having a good time but made one critical mistake. They failed to notice my night in shining armor lunging at the small of their backs. Everything went into slow motion. A tall athletic figure made a super bowl like sack and all three bodies flew over me. One received a direct punch to the face. It sounded like a pizza dough being pounded. He collapsed in a feudal moan. The second skinhead was a little bit luckier. He ran off into the night minus one of his boots which remained in the clutch of the victor.
"You OK?", I was cuddled like a lost puppy just pulled out of a sewer drain. I looked up dazed. Jet black hair, angular features, and yes, those muscled arms that unleashed decisive blows just moments ago, now cradled me so softly that getting beaten up was in fact the best thing that happened to me all year. I remember him now... "I owe you". And I kept thinking how I would like to pay him back.
We drove to his apartment where he anointed my wounds and applied a cold compress to a shiner on my cheek. It made me look kind of sexy; like a college boxer that stood up to a local bruiser. I've never had so much fright followed by so much bliss. On the couch we sat before a flat screen TV and coffee table with an assortment of straight 8 guy magazines. His furniture was eclectic and although thoughtfully arranged, needed a gay touch. leaned into him and our thighs touched. He was warm; his legs thick and developed. Most straight men would move over to restore a comfort zone. He didn't but seemed to be flattered by it. I rested my head on his shoulder and became aroused at his scent.
"I'm Tim", I said holding up my hand to meet his.
"Bill", he replied. His hands were larger than mine and calloused. His nipples pushed up like a glaser through the fabric of his sports jersey. I was becoming aroused and I'm sure even Ray Charles would have seen the swelling in my crotch. My jeans were stretched over my engorged cock and you could have traced out my little monster and head.
On the stereo stand were some personal pictures of family and one of him shiftless and more boyish looking from earlier college football days. I figured that women must practically bang his door down before he bangs them.
"You play ball?", I asked hopefully.
"Used to. In college. That was years ago".
"You look just as great now", I said. "You put on some muscle too. Some people lose themselves as they age but you look even better!". He loosened a genuine smile and then we talked more about what happened tonight. I told him that I got lost and stopped in the bar to ask for directions and some dudes started accosting me. Bill frowned sympatrically when I told him they called me a faggot and such. He could tell I was upset with that and he put his arm around me and pulled me into to his chest with little effort. We were lips apart. I was experiencing that tingle again.
"Well, are you?", he asked softly. It was more of an answer than a question.
Yeah...I'm gay." I confessed. "I hope you're OK with that. How did you know?" I asked innocently.
Bill chuckled and tossed his head back as if dropping a shot of bourbon into his mouth. "Well, for one, you've been showing more wood than a barn, and for two, you have the gay logo on your shirt". He stroked the stitching mischievously.
I was so embarrassed. We both fell into knots of laughter. It was a great but unintended ice breaker.
"I want to show you more of me.", Bill said as he crossed one arm over the other and peeled off his shirt. I thought I was going to blow my load right there! He was beautifully defined. His chest was chiseled and flanked by two beefy shoulders. Clipped body hair dripped towards his abs and made an enticing disappearing act into his jeans. They almost said, "follow me, little boy."
"I want to suck your cock better than any women has ever done, Bill."
"And I'm going to fuck you like no man has ever done.", he replied confidently.
He towered over me, removed my shirt and examined my slick skin. "Oh you're so sweet. I love the lines on your body. Like a lean racer". He picked me effortlessly and carried me into the bedroom. I wrapped my legs around his torso and let my toes massage his ass. He placed me on the bed so softly that I didn't even crinkle the sheets. Then he commanded me to remove my pants and under gear. My meat stood at attention in his honor.
He ran his hand over my body like a car buff inspecting a Ferrari.
"I wrestled in college at 185 lbs but always had my eyes on the light weights. They were built like lean racing dogs. When I walked into the gym and removed my shirt, I could see the envy on their faces and if only they knew our feelings were mutual."
Bill slid on top of me and our lips merged. His tongue darted in and out of my grateful mouth. He made frottage thrusting movements over me. I could feel a massive loaded cock straining under his jeans. I wanted sex immediately but he was so strong, I knew that he was going to control the pace. It was intoxicating!
"Go for my pants now, Tim", He bucked up over me and presented his jeans belt to me. Nervously I unbuckled his pants and they slipped away to reveal his sinewy legs. His thighs were twice the size of mine and seasoned with wisps of black hair. I licked his inner thighs and dried it with my breath. He moaned and I completed the task by sliding my hands down and over plump glutteral muscles that filled out his under gear. His 8" cock seemed to have the circumference of my wrist and I stroked it lovingly. I could feel it pulsating in anticipation of my ass. My ex-boyfriend told me that I wrote the book on sucking cock and I wanted Bill to appreciate the author.
For fifteen minutes, I licked and pulled at his balls before moving on to the shaft. I sucked so hard, a vacuum was created in my mouth. His cock was an exclamation point capitalized by a gracious mushroom sized head and I gave it the due respect it deserved. Pre cum oozed from Bills manhood. He was primed and reached for the condoms in his nightstand. As he momentarily turned his backside to me, I crouched down on all fours and licked out his beefy ass. His backside had the triangular shape of a highway yield sign that sprayed out from his defined torso. We both quivered in anticipation of what was going to happen next. He lubed his fingers, cradled me, and gently massaged my hole and kissing me all over my body.
"You ready for me?", he challenged.
"Fuck! for months, Bill. Take me!"
Bill first took me missionary and I straddled my legs over his traps. He entered me slowly, paused, and withdrew. After he knew I was comfortable, he started fucking me deeper and put his weight behind his meat. I decided to take it one step farther by wrapping my arms around his chest and pulled myself into him. I was in heaven with his swollen cock up my ass and his tongue French kissing the back of my mouth. I knew I was about to cum any minute and verbalized it.
"No, no, Not yet, Timmy.", Bill whispered into my ear.
He withdrew, flipped me over on my stomach, and propping my ass up on a pillow and smoothly reentered me. This time, he fucked me so deeply, I thought his cock would exit out my mouth. I could feel the fire and sweat of Bills body over me as he maneuvered the head of his cock and engaged my prostate. He aggressively kissed the back of my neck, pushed his muscular chest into my back, and pinched my nipples. I shivered and attempted to shoot my load but Bill put his hand down on my cock and squeezed it shut delaying the inevitable. He was in full control of me and we both found it exhilarating. When Bill was ready for me to cum, it was going to be a catharsis release of all the sexual energy I've accumulated since puberty. "I cant hold it any longer!", I cried as Bill dominated me like a wrestler tormenting an inferior opponent. Bill bear hugged me for an instant and then let go. "OK, Timmy. shoot", he commanded. I let loose with a fury I've only seen in animated porn videos. I drew deep breaths and concentrated on the feeling of my sperm pulsating thru my urethra. Suddenly, Bills body convulsed and I realized that we were cumming simultaneously.
I fell asleep in Bills gentle embrace and woke up the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee and scrambled eggs. At the foot of the bed was a lone boot. A souvenir from my hero.