Copyright © 2006
By Lee Mariner
This is an erotic fantasy that is
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I had spent eighteen years of my
life in the small town of Greenfield, Kentucky. Visiting the
towns around us for high school basketball games was as far away from
Greenfield as I had been. The lack of anything constructive for a
growing teenager to do along with the boredom of small town life was
overpowering but, to be gay and living in a small town was smothering
especially when living with the fear of discovery.
My parents were not poor in the true sense of the word but going to
college was something that was rarely mentioned. It was assumed that
after graduating from school, I would work at the same paper mill that
my dad worked in. That was pretty much the case with most of the
boys in Greenfield unless they enlisted in one of the military
services. I joined the Navy, and my education broadened,
professionally and gay.
My first enlistment ended on the
day before my twenty-first birthday. I could have taken a
discharge and returned to Greenfield but, I elected to re-enlist.
I enjoyed the travel, and the meeting of different people some of which
enriched the knowledge of what being homosexual meant. In
retrospect, being gay is not that much different than being
straight. The only real difference was the partners we
selected. Gay men searched for attractive well-built young men
while straight men searched for attractive well-built young
As part of my re-enlistment, I went on a ten day leave, and returned
home to visit my family. I didn't like the lack of independence
that resulted from needing to depend on public transportation or on my
shipmates for rides when we were on liberty. I intended to buy a
car while I was home.
Taking a leave and going home is great; but, after the first impact of
back slapping, hugging and kissing it didn't take very long before
seeing the relatives and old buddies and friend started to become
boring. I always thought it was pretty much a mutual feeling
since an unplanned extra person in the house and at the table upset the
normal routine. After I found the car I wanted, a two year old Ford
Galaxy, the conversation turned to when I was going to be going back,
and I sensed that my welcome was waning.
While I was loading my new, old
car, Mom packed me what she called a picnic lunch. In truth there
was enough food to feed five men. Dad asked me how I was going to
go back, and I explained that I was going to drive north and pickup up
route sixty in Mount Sterling. According to the road map, it was a main
east-west highway, and I shouldn't have any trouble finding gas
stations or help if I needed it. His only comment was "don't
pickup any hitchhikers." Mom did a lot of sniffling, and
told me to take care of myself. Both of them stood waving
until I was out of sight.
I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling they probably felt the same
way. After opening my fly and rearranging my constricted
equipment, I found a decent country music station on the radio, and
settled back letting the warm September breeze blow through my dark
I stopped for gas just a few miles west of the West Virginia - Kentucky
state line. The attendant was blond, cute and probably in his mid
to late teens. He was wearing a pair of gray work pants and a pull over
that did not hide a nicely muscled chest When he leaned over to
look through the window, he lowered his eyes when he saw me lift my
hips slightly, and zip my fly shut. Pulling my belt tight and
fixing the buckle, I leaned my head toward the window and said,
"Fill it up, regular."
"Yes, Sir; do you want me to check under the hood," he asked as he
moved back from the car door, his hand brushing over his crotch.
"It should be all right but, I've still got a way to go," I said,
groping my crotch and rearranging my balls. "Right now I need to use
"Head!" he said, quickly moving his eyes from my crotch, and giving me
a blank stare as he lifted the cars hood. He hesitated with both well
muscled arms holding the hood aloft, his pull over tightening and
revealing the outline of his nicely sculpted chest muscles and
protruding teats. I felt the familiar tingling in my groin, and I was
enjoying the view when, suddenly as if a light had been lit, he
grinned, his blue eyes gleaming as he exclaimed. "You mean the men's
room, it's in back but you gotta get the key inside at the counter."
"Thanks," I replied nonchalantly, gazing directly into his eyes for a
moment before turning toward the station building.
I heard, "no problem" behind me as I moved away.
There was an older woman sitting on a stool behind the counter.
She looked at me not moving until I said, "The attendant said I had to
get the key to the men's room in here."
"Like as not it's open but, you better take it in case it isn't," she
mumbled through tobacco rotted teeth.
By the time I walked around the building and found the door, my bladder
was about to burst. Unfortunately the door was locked and that
didn't help the numbing feeling spreading over my groin. Without
locking the door, I barely managed to undo the top button and pull my
zipper down. Tightening my asshole, I pushed my pants and briefs down
freeing my cock just as the golden rain poured forth. My piss
hard had subsided somewhat but not completely, and I was milking a few
remaining drops from the aperture in the head of my cock when the door
opened off to my right and the cute attendant entered.
Locking the door, he moved toward the trough and halfway
facing me he unzipped his fly, and as he turned toward the trough, he
pulled his cock and said, "Your car is ready."
"Did it need anything under the hood?" I asked still milking my
swelling cock and glancing at the respectable tool that was enlarging
under the steady stroking of his fingers.
"The dipstick read only a quart low," he said as he turned facing me,
his blood-engorged cock waving from side to side, his eyes twinkling as
he moved closer.
"Was that all," I said.
"Not really, at least not for me," he said in a low guttural tone as he
wrapped his fingers around my burgeoning cock.
Using my aching cock like a pump handle, he pulled us closer together
and then slid his arms around my waist. His eyes were gleaming
and I could see the fires of lust in their depths as he leaned his head
forward pressing his lips to mine. His tongue was a battering ram
demanding entry, and when I parted my lips I felt one hand gripping the
back of my neck holding my head in place while his tongue dueled with
mine. He was slowly, salaciously rotating his hips rolling our
cock together, and felt the heat of his breath as he exhaled through
his nose as our tongues searched for hidden cavities. I felt the
pressure building in my balls, demanding release, and I groaned softly.
When our lips parted he held me tightly, or drooling cocks pressed
together. Sucking air between clinched teeth and grinding our
groins together, he exhaled slowly as he removed his arms from around
me. I hadn't expected such a surreal encounter and, I wasn't
really sure what he wanted until he said, "I'd hell of a lot rather be
in bed with you but this will have to do."
The commode on the far side of us had for the most part gone unnoticed
until he suddenly swiveled us around, and sat down. In one smooth
movement, his mouth engulfed my cock and quickly grabbing his head, I
gasped, "Jesus Christ."
His tongue felt like velvet stroking the underside of my throbbing cock
as he slowly gorged himself on as much of my turgid cock as he
could. When he started to slowly withdraw, my hips reacted
automatically thrusting my cock back into his mouth. Nature took
it's course, and holding his golden head tightly but gently between my
hands, I fucked his greedy mouth. His moans of pleasure and his
fingers teasing and playing with my anus increased the passionate
desire to fill his throat with my aching cock but the angle prevented
it's full length being completely encased in the velvety softness of
his throat. The intensity of his suckling my cock with the force
of a calf suckling at his mother's teat increased, and a wave of warmth
swept over me as I felt the sperm rising from my tightening
balls. Moaning softly, I leaned over my young cocksucker and
whispered, "suck it baby, drain my nuts."
Wave after wave of fire swept over me as my cock hardened and then
exploded with the titanic force of pent up magma escaping from the
depths of my groin. I felt him puliing back as streams of sperm
pumped steadily, filling his mouth and throat. I lost control as
the combined forces of lust and passion melded, and I attempted to
force my gushing cock deeper into his throat. The pain of my cock
bending when it couldn't go any deeper brought me back to reality and I
relinquished my grip on his head and pulled my cock from his
mouth/ "Jesus, I'm sorry," I said.
Gulping and swallowing he looked up at me and grinned, "Hey, that's
okay," he said. "We both blew our loads at the same time, and I
knew what you were trying to do," he craoked, hesitating for a
moment." I wanted to suck all of that monster, and if we had been in
bed, I would have."
"That makes two of us," I replied, milking the remnants of sperm into
the piss trough. "I would have rather been in bed making love than here
with you sitting on a commode."
"It's the first time that I ever did it this way," he replied, looking
up at me, his blue eyes twinkling impishly. "But when I saw you
zipping your pants up and then groping your balls, I thought I'd take a
"We both had the same idea," I said, hesitating and then saying, "I
know it's kind of late for introductions but, what is you name?"
"Arnold," he replied, a sheepish look coming over his face.
"Henry or Hank whichever you want to use," I said as I washed the last
remnants of sperm from the head of my still half hard cock. Sucking my
gut in, I tucked my cock inside of my pants and pulled the zipper up.
A wave of intense pleasure swept over me as I tightened my belt and
adusted the obvious bulge in my crotch. I was about to speak when he
surprised me by asking, "Does it ever
He had stood up and, I could see that he had done a pretty good job of
cleaning the sperm from his clothes. He was showing a bulge where
none had been before, and I chuckled as I answered, "Sometimes but not
when there is a horny, good looking stud around who enjoys sex as
much as I do."
"To bad you don't have more time," he sighed softly. "We could go
to my place."
"How far is that?" I asked.
"Two miles," he answered. "But, I don't get off for another hour."
"I've got the time, and I'm betting seconds will be better," I
Moving closer and slipping an arm around my waist, he pulled me tightly
to him. His gorgeous blue eyes glistened with passion as he
brushed my lips with his qnd whispered seductively, "Count on it."