Turned Chapter One By: zaggetthefagget
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I have always been straight, the closest I had come to doing anything gay, was jacking off with my best friend in high school. We only had one porno mag, and neither one of us could wait to look at it, so we sat next to each other legs touching and jacked off. A few times. We were both on the football team and good looking, so we soon had girls who would put out... I of course was curious about what other guy looked like down there, but only as a comparison to my own equipment. None of my teenage fantasies wandered into any male, or their parts. Therefore it came as quite A shock, when after ten years of marriage, and two kids, I suddenly found myself drawn to the new gas jocky at the Gulf gas station. I first saw him on a Monday afternoon, I stopped to fill up on my way home from work, no one was in sight as I ran over the bell cord, but soon a man in the usual grey greasy coverall came out if the garage bay wiping his hands on a red greasy rag. His hair was shaggy (in need of cutting) brown, he obviously hadn't shaved today, and his stubble was darker than his hair, he also had a mustache. I noticed that his coverall was unzipped to just above his navel, as he bent to ask what gas I wanted, the breeze carried his body's odor into my car. I didn't expect to find the odor soothing, but it was. His voice was deeper than I expected when he asked, "regular or unleaded"?. His voice sent a shiver through me, and it took me a moment to remember to respond. " Unleaded please" I finally replied, out of habit I watched him in the mirror as he started filling my tank. He bent over to get the squeegee for my windshield, and I could tell he wasn't wearing underwear. What the hell? why had I noticed he didn't have on underwear? Why was I looking at his ass? I resolved to keep my eyes to myself, but that failed when he began to clean my windshield. He stretched across the hood of my car, and scrubbed at the bug guts. His muscular lightly hairy chest was exposed, and I saw that he had a tattoo of a swallow on his right pectoral. I couldn't help but watch as he cleaned the windshield, he caught me staring at him and gave me a quick smile, his teeth were startlingly white, although there was a space where his top left front tooth should have been. I felt another shiver run through my body at the sight of his missing tooth. THUNK! I heard the gas nozzle release, just as he finished my windshield, he hurried to finish filling my tank. I pulled out my wallet and extracted my Gulf card, I wrapped two dollar bills around it and handed it to him. Thank you sir! He smiled as I handed it to him, he reached over to retrieve the charge plate from the top of the gas pump, and placed it on top of my car as he filled it out. As he was bent over slightly, his crotch was right in my face, he went up on his toes briefly then back down again, this put his entire crotch resting on my car door. I could smell his crotch. My spirit fell as he stepped back to hand me the charge plate to sign. Should I check your oil sir? He asked as I handed him the plate. No thanks, I said. He pulled off my receipt and extracted my card, then he bent down and handed them to me. I looked in his face as he said, you drive safe , have a good night. I think I said thank you, but I'm not sure, but do know his eyes are blue. I tried to put the incident out of my mind, and succeeded by the time I pulled into my driveway. It was forgotten by the time I kissed Helen, and the kids hello. We ate dinner, watched TV, I had a drink or two, then talked Helen into having sex. We began kissing, which usually gets me hard immediately, but not tonight. Helen played with my penis but still no response. Then out of no where, the memory of the gas jockeys body odor flits through my head, and I'm rock hard. Helen comments on how hard I am saying, you haven't been this hard since I had johnny ( our first child) ! I don't comment, and just barely manage to hold back until after Helen comes, then I explode so hard, and for so long that I spasm for several minutes after I pull out. I felt as if I had been electrocuted. All week long I kept getting little flashes of the gas jocky, his body odor, his smile, his tattoo, his ass, and especially his crotch, and its odor. I had never jacked off at work before, but I couldn't keep my dick soft any other way. I know my coworker Sam noticed my hard cock a few times, because he smirked at me as I returned to my desk, that Wednesday. Thursday he said I should get that checked out. Friday he blew my mind when he asked if I needed any help with that, as I was on my way to the john. Sam was married like me, kids, he flirted shamelessly with the boss's Secretary. I pretended I didn't hear him, and hurried into the restroom, I went into one of the stalls, I pulled out my dick, but froze as I heard the bathroom door open. The next thing I know Sam is in the stall with me, I forgot to lock the door. Sam sees my hard penis in my hand, and reaches out to grasp it. Numbly I let him take my dick in his hand, I hear him reach behind himself and lock the door. Sam then moves around me so he can sit on the toilet, I know what is about to happen, but I can't believe it is happening. Sure enough, Sam leans forward and takes my dick into his mouth, and swallows it down his throat. Once I talked Helen into sucking my dick, she put it in her mouth for about one minute, then said it tasted gross. Sam acted as though my penis tasted like prime rib, he licked and sucked, and kissed it. He put his tongue in my piss slit, he pulled my precome up the shaft and savored it. Sam made love to my penis with his mouth. I just stood there, my mind blank, I felt as if I was watching it on TV. Sam pulled my foreskin forward, I watched as it covered my glans, he then pushed his tongue inside the loose skin and swirled it around the head of my dick. It wasn't until I felt my balls retract that I noticed Sam had gently grabbed them and had been playing with them. When he felt them retract, he pulled down on them, and took my whole penis into his throat, he swallowed over and over, I left my body and entered heaven. When I regained my senses, Sam had his hand on my chest, holding me upright, my dick was still in his mouth, I was still coming. After my last spasm, Sam licked my whole crotch clean. Made sure there was no sperm under my foreskin, patted my butt, and sat back. Dumbfounded I watched as he pulled out his own dick it was bigger than mine, longer and thicker. Return the favor? Sam whispered. I must have looked horrified, because he then said, ok just watch me then. Sam stood up and moved me around then pushed me down onto the toilet. He stood so that he was facing the wall and I had a great view of his hard penis. He skinned back his foreskin, and slowly began to masturbate in front of me. I could smell his dick and balls. I hadn't put my own dick away yet, and my penis began to harden once again. I tried to cover it up but Sam had noticed it getting hard. Before I knew it Sam was on his knees with my dick in his mouth again. I could hear him stroking his dick, his precome making lewd noises. Sam set to work sucking my penis, and before long was swallowing another load of mine. Sam suddenly stood his dick aimed at my face, either take it in your mouth, or all over your face and shirt! I don't know if I made a decision or not, I opened my mouth and leaned forward, I felt Sams penis enter my mouth, and closed my lips around it. As soon as my lips touched his dick Sam let go of his dick put his hands behind my head and pushed his dick into my throat, and said swallow. I swallowed, his dick slid down my throat, he pulled back a bit then thrust in again. In no time I felt his dick swell up a bit, he shoved deeper than ever and held my head still, as his penis spasmed in my throat. My nose was pressed into his pubic hair, and I could smell his balls, and something darker. Soon Sam released his grip on my head, I slowly eased myself off of his dick. I don't know what made me do it but I licked him clean just as he had done for me the first time. When I was finished, Sam patted me on the head, chucked me under the chin, grinned and said thanks Dave. Your welcome, was my automatic response. Sam put his dick away, then slipped out the stall door. I expected to hear him wash his hands, or the outer door to open. I did not expect to hear him say oh hi Mr James. End chapter one. Praise, and suggestions welcome. Want your story written? Write me and tell it to me, I'll turn it into an experience, or two. 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