The Service Station.
It was out on highway 59, just a mile from town. The main highway passed me by about seven years ago. I only had two pumps, Regular and Ethyl. The garage was a two bay with the old in ground hoists. I had owned and operated the station for the last twenty years. Now at 52, it was getting more difficult for me to work on cars and trucks.
My wife passed away almost ten years ago. With her gone the station was about all I had to pass my time. I stayed busy enough, repair jobs from the locals, with their farm trucks and such. Also the tow trucks would bring a few cars in off the freeway that had broken down. Most of them were of the new variety and I didn't know much about them.
A young man with his back pack came walking into the station one day. He looked like he was hitchhiking. He shouted out to me.
"You got any cold drinks?"
"Got some soda in the machine."
The man got a soda and walked into the shade of the garage.
I looked him over. Appeared to be in his twenties. He wasn't dirty, physically fit and a few days growth of beard.
"If you're hitchhiking, you're in the wrong place. The freeway is about a mile East of here."
"I know. I thought I might pick up a job. Make some money before I head out again."
"What kind of work you do?"
"Mechanic."
I stepped out from under the car I had on the rack.
"They towed this car in from the freeway. Overheated and stopped. You know what's wrong with it?"
He placed his back pack on the ground. He took the flash light from my hand and began looking around.
"Water leak. Either from the radiator, a hose or the water pump."
He handed the flash light back to me.
"I would say water pump. You can see where it's been dripping down the front of the motor for some time now."
He was certainly right. That was the same thing I saw. I gave him another test.
"How long to do a job like that?"
"Around two hours. You need to remove the alternator and both idlers to get to the pump. That includes replacing the hoses, thermostat, belt and new coolant."
He was right again! Maybe this young man was just what I was looking for.
"How much would you charge?"
"If I owned the garage. About $350.00 depending on parts."
"And if I just paid you the labor?"
"About $100 bucks."
That sounded like a good deal for me.
"Ok, I'll pay you the hundred to change it. I got the parts coming this afternoon."
The young man smiled as he picked up his pack.
"There is one thing you should know. I'm gay. Queer was the old school term for it."
I stared at him for a moment. He didn't look queer to me. I always kind of figured they were feminine like. The only queer guy I ever knew was Billy Tyler. He had a high voice and he walked funny. This guy looked like a regular husky guy.
"It don't matter to me as long as you can fix cars."
I pushed my cap back on my head.
"Sometimes I like to drink too much. I guess nobody's perfect."
He extended his hand.
"I'm Troy Foster, by the way."
I shook his hand.
"Henry Clayton."
I let Troy take my old service truck into town so he could get some food in him before he started work. The parts arrived and Troy had them installed and backed the car out of the garage in just under two hours. The customer was very pleased, paid me in full and drove away happy. I had another job sitting on the bench. An old manual transmission that needed to have new bearings and then put back together.
In the two weeks Troy was there, business actually picked up. He had a talent for finding what was wrong and fixing it right away. I let him stay in the storage room in the back of the station. It hadn't been used in years so Troy converted it into a place to stay. He bought an old car, which he fixed up in his spare time. For the first time in a long while things were looking up. I managed to pay off some bills and I decided to celebrate.
I invited Troy into the house to have a few drinks with me.
"No thanks, Henry. I drink beer and not very much of that."
I smiled at him.
"I got some of that in the fridge. Help yourself."
I poured myself a glass.
"Sit down. We can talk some. Maybe get to know each other better."
We swapped stories back and forth. I finally asked him.
"How did you know you was gay?"
"I was about twelve or thirteen. Entering puberty. A time when all things sexual begin to happen. I kept it a secrete for a long time. Especially in high school. I liked cars and mechanics so started running with the hot rod group."
I poured myself another tall drink and listened to Troy go on.
"I went to San Francisco after high school. Had a several automotive jobs. Then I got in with this gay club."
Troy got another beer and I poured another drink.
"Was it a gay hot rod club?"
Troy laughed out loud.
"Nothing like that."
"What kind of club was it?"
"A B&D club. You know what that is?"
I was familiar with the term.
"I lived in a frat house when I was younger. I know about sexual bondage."
Troy gave me a big smile.
"Bondage and dominance. Sometimes called master and slave clubs."
"What did you do there?"
"Entertained clients. There were lots of older professional men there. They enjoyed being tied up. Sexually used and abused by others. They get off on that completely helpless feeling they get. Sexual liberation they get from humiliation and degradation. Whatever their reasons, the pay was good."
I poured myself another drink.
"Then why did you leave?"
"One of the owners of the club got involved with drugs. Eventually died from an overdose. Lots of investigation went on. Not the safest place to be around."
"So you headed out on the road? Looking for another place?"
"I made a few connections. There are more of those clubs around than you think."
By that time, the alcohol was taking effect and I found it hard to see let alone speak. I do remember Troy getting another beer from the fridge. I woke up the next morning in my bed. I was naked, my hands and feet tied with a gag in my mouth. I struggled at first but the ropes were too tight. For a moment I laid there trying to remember what the hell happened last night!
Suddenly Troy walked into my bedroom.
"Glad to see you finally woke up. You were really great last night, Pop."
I was racking my brain, wondering what the hell was he was talking about. Troy smiled as sat down on the end of the bed. His hand cradled my cock and balls.
"You suck some good cock! Your ass was a great fuck! You really enjoyed the long milking I gave you."
I couldn't believe what he just said, but I couldn't be sure what happened. It was about that time my self-esteem went out the door. Troy was sitting there rubbing my cock and balls.
"You enjoyed the milking. You had a really big load. Must have been a long time since you last jerked off."
I was so embarrassed, I just wanted to go hide somewhere.
Troy rolled me over and untied my hands and feet.
"I'll be down at the station. Got a tune up to do. See you later."
Later was 4:30 that afternoon. I managed to get up enough courage to go down to the service station where Troy was working.
"Hey, Pop! I was wondering if I was gonna see your today. I've had six jobs already. Seven when I finish this one. The invoices are on your desk."
I went into my office. Sure enough, six invoices and the money were on my desk.
I sat there, still too embarrassed to say anything. I could see Troy working through my office door. Troy walked over to the door.
"Get your clothes off!"
I just stared back at him.
"You heard me, Pop! Take off your clothes and sit in that chair!"
I was confused at the demand, but from the tone of his voice I didn't question it. I removed all my clothes and sat down in the chair.
Troy pulled my arms around behind the chair and tied them together. He pulled a gag from his pocket and placed it in my mouth. Last, he tied my ankles to the back legs of the chair.
"Hands and feet tied. Legs spread open. You look really sexy like that, Pop."
Troy went back on work on the car as I watched through the door. Then I thought about something Troy had said. My cock swelled up almost immediately.
In the bedroom he had said. "You suck some good cock and your ass was a great fuck! You really enjoyed the long milking I gave you."
Another wave of shame came over me as I twitched my hard cock. Troy walked over to the office.
"There's the slut I know. Hard cock begging to be milked."
Troy reached over and slapped my cock. It snapped from side to side before coming to rest straight up again.
"I'm afraid there won't be any milking for you today. Probably not even tomorrow."
He reached over and pinched my nipples really hard.
"We got a service station to run here. And that's what you're gonna do!"
I didn't understand at first what he meant by that, but as the day went on, I understood all too well. I watched through the doorway as Troy brought two young men into the garage. I couldn't be more embarrassed as they starred at me through the doorway.
"That's Pop. He runs the service station. He likes hard cock in his mouth and in his ass. One at a time or all at once. So, give me the money."
The two men handed Troy some money which he put in his pocket and smiled.
"Have a good time. And don't masturbate him! I like to milk him my own way."
Again, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Did Troy just prostitute me?
My answer was, yes he did! One man removed the gag from my mouth and shoved his hard cock in place of it.
"That's right, Pop. Lick it all over! Get it ready to shoot my load down your throat!"
And he did, and the other man did also. I began to understand how sexual stimulation and humiliation worked together.
I was completely humiliated by what was happening, but my cock was even harder and my balls had a tingling in them. When the men had finished, Troy wiped my face clean with a wet towel. He reached down and stroked my cock.
"You're doing great. I got another guy coming over. He wants a tight fuck."
Troy and this man took me into the garage and tied me across the work bench. After a painful spanking, I was sodomized.
Again, something happened I couldn't explain. Maybe it was the hard cock rubbing against my prostate. Whatever it was, it gave me an orgasm. I automatically ejaculated. I was ashamed to admit how good it felt. I heard the man say.
"This slut just shot his load!"
I heard them laugh. Troy stood in front of me, his hard cock aimed at my mouth.
"Com'on, Pop! I know you love to suck it! Do just like last night."
My hands were tied behind my back and the gag in my mouth. Troy tied a cord around my cock and balls and led me back to my office.
"Kneel!"
I knelt in front of my desk. Troy counted up the money and wrote something in a book.
"Not bad, Pop. Between the auto repairs and your service. We took in $1368.00 dollars to day."
The weeks went on and the business picked up. There were cars stopping off from the freeway. They were filling up with gas, oil and water. I was in the back room getting filled with cum. In my mouth and in my ass. Troy must have some connections with these customers. When I wasn't busy servicing customers, I was kept in my office. I was tied naked to a chair and the door was always kept open to the garage.
Troy pulled a car into the garage one afternoon, followed by a very attractive woman. She stopped and starred at me through the door.
"Who's this handsome man?"
"That's Pop. He's here to service all the customers."
The woman stepped inside my office and looked me up and down. She rubbed her hand across my chest, flicking my nipples with her fingernails.
"Nice stiff nipples."
She reached down to fondled my cock and balls.
"I'll bet you're nice and big when you're hard."
Her fingers clamped down hard on my nipples, pinching and pulling.
"Let's see if you can get hard for me. I like to suck on big hard cocks."
It didn't take long, my cock swelled with every pinch and twist on my nipples. She outlined the head of my cock with her fingernail.
She raked her fingernails over my glans. The sensation drove me wild.
"That's a good daddy. Get your cock nice and hard for baby."
Then came the big shock! She unfastened her skirt and pulled her panties down. Between her legs was a small but very hard cock. She was a guy!
She straddled the chair and pulled my head down.
"Take baby's cock and suck it dry, Pops!"
Her cock was not long, but it sure was filled with cum. It filled my mouth, then ran down my chin and onto chest. She knelt down between my legs and clamped her lips over my stiff cock. I had a blow job from my wife, but that was a long time ago. I don't remember it ever feeling as good as this one was. She drained everything out of men. Suddenly Troy shouted from the garage.
"Your car's ready, Helen!"
She pinched my nipples one last time.
"Maybe next time we can fuck around! See you later, Pops."
Troy walked into the office. I looked at him.
"Was that one of them transvestites?"
Troy laughed, shaking his head.
"No. That's a guy named Herb. He's a cross dresser."
Troy slapped my cock.
"Pretty good blow job, right?"
It suddenly hit me right then. Everything between Troy and me was real and there was no changing that now. It was hard to believe it happened so quickly, but I didn't want to change a thing. I don't know what Troy was paid by those men in San Francisco, but he was worth every penny.
Out on highway 59, just a mile of the freeway sits a little service station. Two pumps, two bay garage and a naked man tied to a chair in his office. The little station provides an all around service for every need. You could say it gives new meaning to the word "Service Station"
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