Date: Thu, 25 May 2023 22:03:59 +0200 From: john skehan Subject: Gas Station FillUp Gas station fillup cajuncock This a story of gay fiction for a mature audience. It contains consenting sex between men of a legal age. If this offends you or is illegal where you live, leave now. If you enjoy the stories on the site, consider a donation to keep the site going. Comments: cajunboi868@gmail; I'd flown down from Toronto to visit the folks in a small town across the lake from New Orleans. I'd moved to Toronto after college in the states for a job in the tech industry, then in its infancy. I had decided that I'd stay in a motel midway between their house and the city across the lake. I could hit the French Quarter easily, a 25 minute drive. My folks had retired here from the cold NE of the US. Their small town of barely 3500 had a few places to eat and nearby was a small gay bar. The unique feature of the bar was its location between a Catholic church and a nudist camp. There was also a Boy Scout camp across the street. I never knew how all this came to be. Each afternoon I'd drive to visit my folks and have a meal with them. One day I noticed a ram shackled service station on the edge of their small town. I decided to fill up there. A lanky, teen, I'd guess about 19 or so strolled out of the station and I told him to fill the tank. I watched him in the side mirror. He was shirtless under a pair of bib overalls. I didn't see any signs of underwear so assumed he was going commando due to the hot, humid weather. His tanned torso and sun bleached hair finished off the picture of a local, rural boy. I got out to stretch my legs as he filled the tank. He asked where I was from since I had a rental car. I told him that I lived in Toronto but was there visiting my folks who'd retired to the area. I was apparently one of his few customers. After the tank was filled we went into the station to run my credit card. We continued to talk. Boldly, I asked him where guys might go in this small town for some night time fun? He laughed saying "Well, aside from going across to New Orleans, most guys might go to Billy's down the road to meet up for fun." I was curious. I asked what kind of fun he liked. He blushed but boldly said "You know how boys and men have fun here in the swamp land. There's a nudist camp on one side of the Catholic church and the Boy scout camp on the other side, about two miles up the road. Some times the people sort of mixup for fun." I laughed before asking "And you? what's your fun scouts or nudists?" He looked around the empty store before saying "Well, I prefer men to boys and naked helps move things along. You know how that works?" He whispered "You know I've heard a lot about horny Canadian men, never had one yet." He reached down to grab his now stiff cock in the overalls. I stared at his brown eyes whispering "You never know you might just get lucky tonight about 10PM." I nodded to his crotch. Dinner with the folks was the same old, gossip about relatives, dead or alive. Questions about my life north of the border. We always avoided the topic of my life when I'd settle and give them grandkids. They knew that was not going to happen. We sat on the screened porch sipping sweet ice tea until about ten. I knew that their bedtime was near so I left them promising to see them the next day. Ten minutes later I pulled into the crowded parking lot of Billy's. I heard the sweet country tunes playing inside as I walked to the front door. Inside the place was crowded, OK 20 people gathered around the pool table and jukebox. I saw the lanky guy from the gas station sitting at the end of the bar drinking a long necked beer. I walked up and ordered a beer. Looking around I saw a door opening to a darkened patio. My new buddy moved next to me smiling "I see you found the place. This is about all we got on this side of the lake. But it suits us. Most of the local men prefer it to the wild city life." I nodded as I looked around. Then said "I guess that they don't get much action over here? " He laughed saying " that all depends what the kind you're looking for. Outside on the patio you might run into escapees from the scout camp or the nudist camp, maybe even a horny priest who has forgotten his vows." He moved his hand to my thigh. I reached down to move his hand to my stiff cock in my jeans. He whispered "It must be true about Canadian men being extra large?" I laughed then said "You might soon find out. Is there a place we can test that out?" He nodded to the glass door to the patio, picked up his beer and walked out. I watched his tight ass in his jeans, my cock pressed against my zipper as I stood to follow him. Out on the large screened porch there were other men, some young enough to be boy scouts, in close contact. I could see hands buried in the backs of jeans. My new buddy moved to the far corner of the porch where it was dark. We placed our beers on the edge of the railing grabbing for each other's cocks. He soon had my stiffness out and buried it in his mouth. His mouth was a velvet cloth around me cock. I held his head in place, moaning. Of course our moans and the sounds of his sucking soon attracted others to us. Meanwhile the new friend had managed to pull my jeans down exposing my pale ass to our audiance. Hands were rubbing my ass cheeks with low moans around us. As the crowd grew larger the bartender had to come out to see what was drawing his customers from the bar. He laughed saying "Looks like little Billy has found another tite to suck on guys. Go to it boy! Nice ass on that man right boys?" They all murmured their approval. I heard the manager call out "last CAll, Men. The doors are closed." The party moved back into the bar, now dimmed except for the oil lamps around the room. The pool table had a rubber mat on it along with a few chair cushions. Little Billy was placed on his back on the pool table. He was to be the major part of my feast for the evening. The rest of my clothes were removed. My pale, sweaty body glowed in the fire light as soft music played in the background. Poppers were passed around the group adding to the sexual tension. Shots were passed around by the manager to the cheers of the horny men. Rough hands stroked our bodies making me moan for the boy's tender pussy. Billy cried out his need like the whore he obviously was for all these men. All around me I could hear skin slapping skin as men began that eternal ritual. I felt oiled fingers probe my ass and prode Billy's hole in preparation for my entry. I knew that this night would not end until some of these horny men had satisfied their lust with my own body. I was pushed to the boy's hole as men shouted for me to fuck the lad, not that I objected. A hard slap on my ass plunged me in to the root. The boy screamed out at the sudden pain. His scream was muffled by a cock being fed into the open mouth. I began the ritual pumping into the velvet tunnel of his pussy. His screams turned to urgent moans of need. Others joined Billy on the table, the room reeked of sexual satisfaction as men joined with nearby partners to expend their seed. I yelled out as I felt my own climax nearing. But I was pulled from the boy's hole, turned on my back feeling the first of many loads plowed into my guts. This new stimulation sent me over the edge as my cock exploded on to my chest. One by one the men gave me their gifts. The last one to fill my overfilled colon was Little Billy. As he plowed he bent to kiss me telling me that he was glad that I stopped to fill up today and to be filled this night. At 2AM the bar began to empty as the satisfied customers departed for home. Billy rode with me back to my motel for a shower and a night of love making to the sounds of the cajun night. I knew that in 2 more days I would return to Toronto. But first I would make one more trip to that bar to thank the men for one fine night.