Date: Sun, 23 May 1999 12:03:38 PDT
From: jw m <n3b@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fill it Up

This story is a work of my imagination. It is based partly on fact,I really
did see this guy , and is for everyone's enjoyment. If this type of story is
illegal where you are or if you are underage, stop reading. If you are
interested in sex between a young guy and a teenager, read on. Please write
to me and let me know what you thought.Also the fetish I speak of is real.
If you are interested let me know. Send comments to......n3b@hotmail.com

				Fill It Up

          It was a very cold December night. It was yet to snow this season,
but the temps were cold and raw. I had left work at 5:15 and was heading
home. It was dark and calm. I fought my way through the usual highway
traffic. I was tired and just wanted to get home, feed the dog and rest.
When I got off the highway I knew I was almost home. As I drove I saw the
familiar Texaco neon sign up ahead. As I passed I did a double take. I
almost caused an accident. I slowed down and calmed my thoughts. I looked at
my gas gage and saw that I had a full tank. I did not need to stop but I had
to turn around and go back. I know, I will buy a soda!
          The first turn I found , I made a left and headed back toward the
gas station. My heart raced in my chest. As I pulled in, there were no cars
at the pump. I parked on the side of the station, and got out of the car. I
was met with a blast of cold air in the face. I pulled the glass door open
and entered. It was deserted except for the reason I turned around. " How
are you tonight sir ?" he said. I turned and was to shy to look him square
in the eye. " Very good thanks, and you?" My voice trembled slightly. "
Cold!" he said with a chuckle. I went to the soda cooler and stood there. I
amired the young teenager in the glass reflection. Blonde hair, blue eyes,
thin lips, and a great smile. But the reason I turned around was the fact
that he wore a military parka. The kind that no one wears anymore. The kind
we all had when we were kids. The kind I had a fetish for, as far back as I
can remember. It was a real military issue, probably his dad's. It was made
for nights like this. I grabbed a soda and went to the counter.
        As I approached , his back was to me. He was putting his wallet back
in his rear pocket. I admired the firm round, jean covered mounds as he
pushed the parka up to put it in. He turned around and looked me right in
the eye. His eyes were baby blue and made my cock swell. The parka hung open
and he wore a grey sweatshirt and t-shirt under it. I was sure he had a
hairless chest. He had no facial stubble and a square jaw. He smled and said
" Will that be all?" . I could not stop looking at the cute teen with the
parka. All I wanted at that moment was to leap over the counter, grab his
parka and slam my tongue down his throat. The fur inside his hood was thick
and coarse, gray in color. The trim around the hood was a real coyote fur,
nicely trimmed, with highlights of tan and white. The parka was the typical
olive drab. I wanted it as much as I waned him in it. " Um, yeah that's
all." I stammered. I wanted to say " I just need your phone number , address
and a time I should come over and fuck the shit out of you!" But I am very
shy and could still barely look him in the eye. He handed me my change and
as he did , I felt his cold skin. It was soft. I wanted to grab his hand and
pull him into me. But I kept my senses , and just left. " Have a safe drive
home" he said. I was not sure if he meant it or was trained to say that.
          I got into my car and readjusted the bulge in my khakis. I took a
sip of soda and started the car. Another car pulled in and I watched for my
fantasy man to come out to the pump. Soon, the door swung open and out came
the young stud. Parka zipped part way up and the hood over his blonde hair.
He started pumping the gas and I watched. He jogged in place to keep warm.
Each time he did his hood flopped up and down and I could see his face. He
was truley gorgeous. He saw me looking and stopped bouncing up and down.I
closed my soda and acted like nothing was up. He slid his hand into his
lower pocket and if I am not mistaken, grabbed his crotch.I put the car in
gear and drove off. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw him looking at
me as I drove out. I was so horny, my cock practically jumped out of my
pants.
           I got home as fast as I could , fed the dog and no longer felt
like resting. I had a hard on that wouldn't quit. I went into the bedroom
closet and pulled out my military parka. I have several different ones that
I not only wear outside, but when I jack off also. I always feel so good in
them. I laid down on the bed and gave myself one of the longest most intense
stroke sessions I ever had. I love jacking off. Several times a day during
the winter. I could always get horny at the site of a parka. When I was
done, energy spent, I decided that I was gonna talk to him soon. Next time I
see him, I will see if he is interested in some fun.
           I drove by everynight that week. He wasn't there. I was hoping it
was not a one time happening. The following Monday night , it was lightly
snowing and was blustery. I drove slowly by the Texaco and my parka stud
working once again. It was deserted. I decided to get home fast, put my
parka on and go back to the station. I figured at least it was something we
would have in common. I had a raging hard cock by the time I got back.
       I pulled in and saw that there were two cars at the pumps. I got out
of mine and went into the store. I watched through the big window as my gas
jockey pumped the second car. I was so hard, it was a good thing these
parkas went down to the upper thigh.
            I sudenly started to lose my nerve. I must be crazy. This kid
isn't gonna want to deal with me coming on to him. He is gonna think I am
some kind of freak wearing the same kind of parka and that I am stalking
him. He will never wear his again. As he entered the shop, I asked to use
the men's room. He pointed me in the right direction and said that it was
closing time so please hurry. I went in and found that it was cleaner than I
had anticipated. I went to the sink and splashed cold water on my face.I
mumbled to myself how crazy I was and how I should get out of there quick. I
figured I would take a piss , and just leave. I turned to a urinal and
lifted my parka. I released my swollen cock and let my piss flow. I was lost
in the feeling and didn't hear the door open. When I was finished, I zipped
up and turned around. The parka stud was leaning on the sink with his hands
in his lower pockets. He was massaging himself through them. I jumped when I
saw him. " Wow, I didn't hear you come in." I said fumbling for the right
words. He smiled and said, " Hey nice parka, it's like mine." All I could do
was agree with him. He stood up and walked towards me. He reached out and
grabbed my crotch through my parka. " Let's not ruin this moment with stupid
talk. I know why you are here and why you put your parka on so let's just do
this ok?" All I could do was nod my head.
           He leaned in and planted hs moist wet lips on mine. His hot
tongue pryed my rigid mouth open and dueled with my tongue. Soon we were
kissing deeply and groping at each others snorkel hoods . The fur was
wrapped around our finger tips as we dug in.I pulled his soft hood up onto
his head and it surrounded both of our faces. I kissed him like I had never
kissed before.His young mouth was so moist. I pulled him close and wrapped
my arms around his parka clad body. I could feel the strong physique
underneath the layers of warm clothes.
             He broke the kiss and smiled at me. He dropped to his knees and
buried his head under my parka. He unleashed my solid cock and started
running his tongue gently over it. As I gasped I felt the heat of his mouth
swallow down the length of my shaft.Soft sucking noises could be heard under
my parka. He repeatedly swallowed me. I could feel the back of his throat on
the tip of my cock. I unzipped my parka and let it fall open. All I could
see was a snorkel hood buried around the base of my cock. My heart was
leaping out of my chest.This kid was good, really good.
            I was not going to be able to hold out much longer. I had jacked
of twenty times dreaming of this and now it was really happening. My legs
tensed , he pulled his face from my bush. I sprayed the first blast all over
his cheeks and nose. The second explosion stuck the fur around the hood
surounding his face. Shot after shot slapped against his face and lips. I
shot more cum than I had ever in my life. He stood up and licked his lips.
He leaned in and kissed me again. I licked my cum from his face and inserted
my tongue in his mouth.
             As my hand ran down the front of his military parka, I reached
down to find his cock sticking rigidly out.I grabbed ahold of his swollen
gland. He was modestly hung and not really thick. But it was the hardest
thing I had ever felt. This kid loved this and he was close. I could feel
his precum running out over my fingers. I turned him around and pressed my
lips to the side of his neck. I suckled his neck as I started caressing the
length of the shaft. He moaned softly like a young boy. I stroked him faster
and faster. He pressed his back hard into my chest. He reached up and
grabbed a corner of his snorkel hood. He inserteed the fur corner into his
mouth and bit down. When he did, i felt his cock tense and tremble. Sudenly
he blasted a shot of cum across the sink and it splattered against the
mirror. Shot upon shot of buy cum sprayed out and all over the wall and
mirror. This kid was truley horny. He oaned and cried out as his body
twitched with each shot. Soon he relaxed and leaned all his weight against
me. His breathing slowed and he zipped up his jeans. He spun around and
kissed me again. Deeper than we had before. It was a kiss that had love in
it, or at least , lust.
          We were both quiet. We cleaned up and he left. When I regained my
composure, I decided to leave him my phone number. I wrote it on a dollar
bill, and went out to the lobby. I picked out a soda and handed him the
dollar. " Keep the change" I said with a wink. He smiled back and zipped up
his parka. " Zip up, it's cold out there!" He said to me. This time I knew
he wasn't trained to say that. I knew he meant it. Now all I could hope for
is that he would find my number on the bill.

                 The end????????????

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