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Gas has gotten so expensive. One has to find different ways of financing a fill of the tank now. They should have loan officers at the filling stations, don't you think?
When I was putting gas on my vehicle yesterday, and there was this hunk filling his truck at the next pump over, I figured out that one could maybe "barter" some service and have them charge the fill to their credit card.
What if it happened this way? . .
I was filling my tank today, noticing the dollar signs were spinning by faster than the gallons were. I thought to myself there must be a way to fill my tank without getting taken to the cleaners. On the other side of my pump, up pulled one of those huge trucks. You know, needing a step stool to get up into? Out jumps this hunk in tight gym shorts and nothing else. As he slid out of the seat and jumped to the ground, I got a good look at his basket. Must have been 6 feet tall. Nice deep tan. Blond hair, blue eyes. Looked like he hit the gym at least 5 days a week. He must not have been wearing a jock or underwear as I could clearly see through the thin material that he was cut. Hmmmm. . .
When he came over to the pump to get his hose out, I could see that he had a small struggle with the hose as it was tangled up. I stepped over and asked if he needed any help with his hoses. He stopped and asked if he had heard me correctly as I had said "hoses". I said yes. Both the one at the pump and the one he had hidden in his shorts. I got real bold and said that if I could take care of the hose in his pants, would he pay for my fill? His face broke out in a wonderful radiant smile. 1000 megawatt smile. He said that he would be more than happy to pay for my fill if I could handle his hose. He suggested that we step into the restroom to see if I was man enough to handle it.
This station was one of those older ones with the restroom access on the outside. They were single occupancy rooms. We stepped into the men's room and he shut and locked the door. I right away dropped to me knees, with my face right in front of that wonderful bulge growing in his shorts. Already there was a wet spot forming in the fabric that covered the head of his cock. I grabbed the waistband and slowly pulled the shorts down. I was right as there was no underwear to get in the way. The shorts got hung up on the bulge. I gave a quick yank and his cock popped up right in front of my face. What a wonderful specimen it was! Nice and thick. Maybe 7 inches long. Nice smooth balls dangling there.
I gently cradled the balls in my hands. My subject sucked in a deep breath. I took this as approval and leaned forward to suck the head of his cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it, tasting his wonderful flavor. I took both hands and grabbed one ball in each hand. They were that big. Also, his sack was loose enough so that I could manhandle them both. I tugged them this way and that.
More moans from above. Taking this as I a compliment, I took both balls and pulled on them, using them as a handle to pull his cock into my mouth. I worked and worked and worked, finally getting my lips down to the root. I started fucking his cock with my mouth. As I sucked, I rolled and twisted and yanked on those balls. Soon I could feel them starting to try to tighten up. He told me to stop. I pulled off his cock and he said that if I was going to get that much gas money, he was going to fuck my ass and fill me up as he was filling up my gas tank. He didn't need to ask me twice.
I stood up and dropped my shorts. He told me to lean over the sink. He pushed my ass cheeks apart and lined up his cock with my hole. He said that his cock should be lubed up enough with my spit. He slowly pushed and pushed and I could feel my hole starting to open. Suddenly, OW! He was in. He held it there for a moment or two until he could feel my ass relaxing again. He then slowly pushed himself in. Push in an inch, then pause, pull back and push in another inch. Soon I could feel his pubic hairs tickling my ass cheeks. Oh that felt so good. So stuffed.
Soon he pulled out and started long strokes. Head to root. Head to root. Soon he was pistoning me like the engine on that truck of his. Hard slams. He would shove so hard, my crotch would hit the sink. I wiggled around a bit so that my cock was pointed down against the sink, so it wasn't getting pinched with each hard thrust. Soon my own juices were slicking up the front of the sink and my cock was sliding up and down with every thrust.
The way I was up against the sink, my legs were bowed a little. I could feel those wonderful bull balls slapping against my ass. I bent over farther and put my hands between my legs. Not only did this bend me over better, for a deeper thrust, but also I could reach up and grab those balls again. One in each hand. I started pulling them, just like I did when he was face fucking me. Yank and he would bottom out. Let go a little and he would back off for the next thrust.
Soon I could feel my own balls starting to tighten. I told him to speed it up as I wanted to cum with him! Soon we were both moaning up a storm. Then he let out a yell and shoved himself as deep as he could and held it there. I felt his cock swell and start to spurt. Soon mine joined him. Wow! We were both yelling it out! When stopped spurting, he told me he was going to pull out and to turn around and clean him up.
He pulled out with an audible 'Pop". My ass felt so empty. Immediately I started to feel his juices escaping from my gaping hole. I dropped to my knees and started cleaning his cock and balls. They were both bright red. I suppose from the fuck action and my hands squeezing them.
When they were clean, he thanked me for taking care of his "hose". Both fill jobs were on him. He opened the door and left. By the time I got out to my vehicle, he was gone. I didn't get his name or his plate #. I could still feel his cum dripping out of my hole. There was going to be a wet spot on my jeans for sure.
When I went in to pay at the counter, the attendant gave me a knowing smile. He said that my gas was already paid for by the guy in that big truck. Wished he would have been there to see me getting my fillup in the restroom back there. He heard all the action through the wall. He pointed behind him, it seems his counter backs up to the wall of the restroom. I bet I turned beet red at that. The attendant also said that I had better get home and change because my ass crack was showing a spot that was getting bigger and bigger as we spoke. . .