Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2005 20:42:45 -0800 (PST)
From: rich bundner <petevel@yahoo.com>
Subject: Filling Station Dude

When I was twenty years old, I worked for about a year
in a filling station in Philadelphia.  I worked with a
guy about my age.  His name was Bud and I really liked
him, but I knew he was straight.  He was always
talking about girls and how he loved the smell of
pussy so much that just he could almost get off just
thinking about it.  I had just come out about a year
earlier but I kind of went along with him and didn't
let on that I was gay.

We often worked on cars together but one particular
day, we got really involved in a difficult
transmission repair.  We had been working the whole
afternoon when Bud suddenly said "Piss Break."  I
realized then that I really had to go badly myself so
I followed him into the toilet.  We both had dirty
blue coveralls on so we both zipped down and let it
fly.  Because I have a really long foreskin, I always
strip it back so as not to splatter all over the place
and I sure didn't think Bud would enjoy being pissed
on.  I was somewhat surprised to see that I had built
up quite a secretion of dick cheese, and the smell was
obvious.  I was about half finished pissing when I
noticed Bud had a huge erection.  Now I had never seen
his prick before and I sure didn't expect to see it
hard.  The damn thing looked like it was about to pop
the skin.  The tight foreskin ballooned over his big
head with just the gapping red pisshole showing.  A
final blast of piss shot out, bouncing on the urinal
and splattering all over the place.

"Dude, I didn't know you were gay," I said, "but it's
okay."

"Hey, I'm not gay, I swear to god," he said, "it's
just that smell reminds me of pussy.  I get cheese
once in a while, but never like that.  Damn dude, that
smell turns me on."

At a loss for words, I didn't know what to say.  By
now I had sprung an enormous hardon myself.  I began
capping and uncapping my prickhead and each time I
sent out a fresh whiff of my uncut smell.  My precum
started to mingle with my cheese whipping up a frothy
mixture that totally reeked of uncutness.

"Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!" he cried, "I'm gonna cum!"

I sank to my knees and barely covered his engorged
cockhead when I felt blast after blast of his hot love
juice plummet my tonsils.  I gagged briefly and
coughed up a huge glob of his cum before deep thoating
him and milking him of every last tasty drop.  I
tasted his cheese then too as his snug foreskin
retracted.  In silence he let me thoroughly clean his
beautiful prink before gently pushing me away and
plopping it back into his coveralls.

"Dude, I didn't know you were gay," he said, "but it's
okay.  You can blow me any time as long as you smell
like pussy."

"Asshole," I said, "next time I'm gonna stick my
cheesy fucker right in your face."

"That's okay, but I ain't gay and I ain't gonna eat
that fucker."

Needless to say, after that we always pissed together,
but he never did go any farther except that I noticed
that he started looking at my prick as I whipped up a
cheesy froth and that seemed to be what triggered his
orgasm.  As soon as I figured that out, I found a way
of prolonging our encounter.  As soon as he started to
moan, I'd cover my prick with my hands and pull away.
I'd then ask if I could see his cheese.  He'd tug at
his snug foreskin until it snapped back and chocked
his plum-red prickhead.  He never did have much cheese
though, but I could still smell his uncutness.  Then
I'd start whipping my prick again until he was close,
just to cut him off again. Sometimes, I'd do this
three or four times before he totally lost it.  But
then, whoa! what a reward!  He'd dump a cumload that I
didn't think any human being had it within him.  One
time I counted fifteen complete pulsations.  Damn near
chocked me.

And that's how I learned to get more cum out of him.