Date: Fri, 13 Nov 2020 15:11:19 +0000 (UTC) From: Danny Smith Subject: Full Service at the Gas Station Full Service at the Gas Station By Danny Smith It's a long drive from Laurel, Mississippi down to Biloxi, and lonely in the middle of the night. Especially if you're taking State Rt. 15 instead of the interstate. And especially if you're lost. I'd taken a wrong turn, I think somewhere around Latmer, but I wasn't sure. That's the thing about being lost, you never know where you are. But I knew I was getting closer to home though, and even though it was pushing midnight, I was determined to make it back to the wife and kids this evening. My name's Danny Smith. I'm ex-Air Force, now a traveling salesman, and just learning my new route. The military was a great career while I was in, but I was determined to find a civilian job that didn't require so much moving. After driving in the darkness for a lot of miles I finally saw a welcome light way up ahead. A gas station. Maybe I could get directions -- if it was still open. There was also a small food area inside. The name on the outside read "McNeely's." Turns out it was not only open, the young station manager was "old school." By that I mean he actually came out to the car and offered to fill it up for me. It was like I'd gone into a time warp. He was just a kid, really, looked to be maybe 16 or 17 at the most. I wondered how he got a job like this one? He was a real good-looking son of a gun too. Dark hair, dark eyes, lots of muscles. I figured him for an athlete, but probably not football. Baseball? Soccer? Regardless he sure was easy on the eyes. As he pumped gas into my car, I kept glancing into the rear view mirror at him. There was something familiar about the way he looked, but I couldn't lay my finger on it. A couple of times I noticed he was looking at me just as I was looking at him. Our eyes met and each time we held the gaze just a little longer than before. Once I saw him smile. Was he cruising me? He was dressed in one of those one piece work uniforms that guys who work on cars wear. I noticed a couple of things. One is that it was that the top three buttons were unbuttoned and he wasn't wearing an undershirt. And that bulge between his legs showed me he wasn't wearing any shorts either. He was going full commando. He was clearly hung, as well as being well built, and he wanted to show off all aspects of his body. The last thing I noticed is that when he saw me checking him out he not only smiled, he winked. And trying to be subtle, he adjusted his cock. I had a live one on my hands. Could I get lucky? I thought to myself "well, let's see," and stepped out of the car. I saw from the name sewn onto his shirt that his name was Billy. Thought I'd start off real friendly like, so I asked him for directions. He was happy to oblige and described what I needed to know. "So, Billy, am I heading in the right direction?" "Yes, just turn right at the crossroad about half a mile down the road." "Thanks Billy." "Happy to oblige. Is there anything else I can do for you?" Thought I'd roll the dice: "Yeah, I really need to take a piss. Where's the restroom?" "It's inside the building. I'll have to unlock it for you. In fact, I need to go pretty bad myself." This was sounding good. We settled up the bill at the cash register then he reached under the counter for the bathroom key. We walked back and both entered. It needed cleaned, but it was serviceable. Big enough for one urinal and one stall. I took my stance at the urinal and he walked into the stall but left the door wide open. I had a clear shot of his beautiful cock hanging down at least six inches. What a stud. He wasn't pissing at all, just showing it off and playing with himself. I didn't need any more of an invitation that that. I walked over touched it. Held it in my hand. Began feeling him up. Jacking him off. When he was good and hard I started to go down on my knees to take it in my mouth. With my whole body in position and my mouth wide open he pulled back the head of his cock, looked down at me with a half-smile -- almost a sneer really -- and said "It'll cost you ten bucks." Now our roles were reversed. I had thought that he was the novice, inexperienced-but-horny teenager who needed to get his rocks off. Instead, I was now the drooling grown man eager to get that piece of boy meat in my mouth. Eager to taste his warm load. Eager enough to pay for it. I stood up and fished my wallet out of my back pocket, pulled out a ten and started to go back down. Again, he stopped me briefly: "Hold on. I have to watch the front to make sure no one comes in." He cracked open the bathroom door and stood there looking out. Then he gazed down at me with that half-smile, half-sneer and asked "Hungry?" "Oh yeah!" "Then chow down man. You paid for it." And I did just that. I wanted to enjoy this to the max. I put the beautiful circumcised head in my mouth and held it there for almost a minute while I licked it all over with my tongue. I knew he was enjoying it by his occasional soft moan, and his encouragement: "Deeper." I'm pretty experienced at this sort of thing, and happily went down all the way, no gagging, no choking, just pleasure. He finished unbuttoning his own shirt and began playing with his nipples. I was happy to help in that regard too, and reached up to tweak both, while never missing a stroke. He began to thrust his hips a little, then more and more, as the feeling of the blowjob overtook him. We kept up like that for another two or three minutes, with him glancing out the door every now and then to check for customers. His thrusts became harder, but I was enjoying the face fucking he was giving me and looking forward to my reward. I was trying to read when he would hit that point of no return, when he came suddenly, almost out of nowhere. I thought we had maybe another five minutes to go, but without warning he said "I'm cumming," as he grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock all the way down my throat hard. His throbbing young cock began shooting jizz down my willing throat, pulsing and contracting the way a young stud's often does. God, what a great feeling. He didn't make me stop right away, and instead allowed me to nurse on his softening penis for another few minutes. This was what male sex is supposed to be like. Anonymous. Quick. Raunchy. And hot. Finally, we both knew it was time to go. As he was zipping up I slipped him an extra five as a tip. Just making conversation, I asked, "How'd a young guy like you end up running the station at night all by yourself?" "Well, it's my Dad's. He's the owner. He lets me bring my girlfriend over and I think he knows we make out, but he doesn't say anything about it. Of course, he doesn't know about me selling cock to strangers. Don't think he'd approve of that." The wheels turned in my head and I finally made the connection. His familiar looks. The station name McNeely's. The name on his shirt, Billy. "Wait a minute, is your dad Bill McNeely?" The blood drained out of his face and he looked panicked. "Why?" "Well, I now him from our days in the service together. He's a friend of mine. We're real close." "Oh, God mister, you're not going to tell him about this are you?" I paused for a moment. I wanted to give him the same kind of half-smile, half-sneer he'd given me, but I'm too much of a softy. "Nah, of course not. Your secret is safe with me." Then I added, "On one condition." "What's that?" he asked somewhat fearfully. "Next time I come in here...it's on the house." I then gave him the most genuine smile I could. I wanted him for a friend...and who knows, maybe more. "You got it, mister. You got it!" [Author's note: many of my stories are interrelated. For more about Bill and his son Billy, and their relationship, see my story "Coming Home From Iraq." And there are several other stories about the protagonist, Danny Smith, starting with "Full Service at Dad's Motel," continuing with "Full Service in the Military," and concluding (for now) with "The Traveling Salesman and the Farmer's Son." All are available on Nifty, most under the `incest' category. This story may be the conclusion of the Danny series, but maybe not. I enjoy hearing back from readers, and would love to know your reaction to any of my works.] Thanks for reading, and don't forget to donate to Nifty. We need to keep this great website open and free.