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Wednesday, March 27, 2013

All Male Fiction: Service While You Wait

By: Anthony


I've never considered myself to be anything but straight, never having any sexual thoughts towards men in my entire life. Even when I hit puberty I never had any curiosities or explorations with another boy, like they say most boys have. Of course they also say that most men will have at least one homosexual experience at some point in their life.

That point in my life came when I was twenty-four, when I stopped off at a service station on the way home from a weekend of camping with a couple of friends. I wasn't in need of gas, but of mechanical service, as my oil light had come on a few miles back. I was on my own, as my two buddies had travelled to the camp site in one vehicle because I had to work later than they did, and they wanted to leave for the weekend earlier. I was just grateful that I came across the service station when I did.

Pulling up near the auto bay, I hopped out of my car and headed inside.

"Help you?" a voice asked as a young guy in blue coveralls came into view.

"Yes, the oil light in my car came on. Could I get an oil change?" I asked, and he nodded. "How long will that take?"

"Shouldn't take too long at all," he said. "It's been kind of slow lately. In fact, you're my first customer for today."

"Great," I said. "Um, is there a washroom I could use?"

"Right through there," he said with a smile, pointing. Besides the mechanics bay, there was also a small coffee shop/diner attached to the garage.

I thanked him and made my way to the diner to take a leak.

As I entered the men's room, the one and only urinal was out of service, so I headed to the first stall. As I closed the door behind myself I was shocked to see a large hole in the partition separating the two stalls. I wasn't naïve, I knew what it was. Hell, I even had a porno with girls sucking cock though glory holes. I guess I just never thought that gay guys did it too. But then why would I ever think about that?

My first impulse was to close up the gap between the two stalls with toilet paper, but I had to piss really bad and figured I'd be done if and when someone else came in. I let out a sigh of relief as the piss began to stream from my dick, and after shaking the last drops off, and feeling my semi-erect cock in my hand, I started to think about jerking off.

My cock had been in various states of hardness for about the last hour on the road. I was single and hadn't had sex in months, and jerked off a lot. But, being with my two buddies all weekend, spending every minute together, I never had the privacy to do it, and by this time I really needed to do it. So, I began to slowly stroke my dick.

As I reached full hardness and was giving myself long, slow strokes, I suddenly remembered the hole between the two stalls. I immediately dismissed it, knowing that I was alone, figuring if someone did come in, I could simply zip up and finish what I had started when I got home, or even as soon as I was back on the road. It wasn't like I hadn't ever jerked off while driving before.

As I was pulling roughly on my hard cock, I heard someone come in and then enter the stall beside me. I quickly stuffed my hard-on back in my pants, zipped up, and flushed the toilet.

As I turned to get the hell out of there, I think you can imagine my surprise when I saw the mouth and nose of the other guy near the hole between the stalls! My heart began to pound wildly in my chest, and I quickly reached for the latch of the stall door.

The guy stuck his finger through the hole and wiggled it. "Hey, don't leave, let me suck it for you," he whispered.

I turned the latch and started to pull the door open.

"I can see you are hard. Come on, I know you want it. I know you need it. I don't care if you're straight, that has nothing to do with it. It is all about a need, a need your cock has, and I am the one who can take care of that need for you. Just a faceless, genderless mouth for your cock," he said.

I hated to admit it, but he made a lot of sense, and I really did need a blowjob. I think the last thing he said was what somehow made it seem ok - that and my extreme horny state - and it was as if I wasn't in control of my own body as I closed the door and latched it, and then slowly moved toward the hole. I couldn't believe what I was about to do and just stood there.

"Come on, take it out man, and stick it through the hole. Don't be nervous, you know you need it."

Still I stood there, trying to get my hands to move but they wouldn't. His hand came through the hole and latched onto my crotch. He rubbed it and moaned, and then yanked my zipper down. His hand then went inside my pants and dug my cock out of my underwear. He yanked it through my pants and literally pulled me by it, causing my cock to go through the hole and my body against the divider.

I felt his tongue lick the head of my cock, and then the underside of my shaft. In no time at all my cock was fully distended, jutting proudly through the hole, just waiting to be sucked on. He jumped to the task without hesitation, lifting my heavy dick up a bit, and then I felt the heat as his mouth slid over the head and down the shaft. My eyes fell closed, savoring the feelings in my crotch as I pictured a hot girl sucking my cock.

Then, suddenly, his mouth came off my cock and I felt his hand on my abdomen, pushing me back. Before I could even try to figure out why he had stopped and pushed me like that, his hand came through the hole again and he undid the button of my pants. He then grabbed hold of my pants and underwear on one side and wiggled them down a bit, and then moving to the other side, doing the same, until both my pants and underwear fell to my ankles.

He grabbed my cock and pulled it through the hole again, and instead of engulfing it with his mouth, he began to lick all around the base of my shaft, and then my nuts were in his mouth rolling around on his tongue.

Soon my cock was back in his mouth, and although I hated to admit it, I was really getting off on the blowjob he was giving me. For some reason the fact that it was a guy doing it didn't bother me in the least. The fact that this act concerned only a mouth and my dick turned me on immensely. All I could think about was the feel of my fat prick sliding in and out of a mouth and my low-hanging nuts slapping repeatedly against his face.

I began pumping into the hole rhythmically at an increasing pace. He managed to keep up with me though, his lips clamped around my shaft and his throat closing around my cockhead in an admirable display of muscle control.

Soon, an orgasm of delirious proportions took me by surprise and I grabbed a hold of the top of the stall divider, clamping my hands down tightly as my spurting cock shot what felt like a pint of steaming, salty cream into his mouth. I could feel his throat muscles on my cock as he swallowed rapidly, moaning, as if savoring the reward for his efforts that was filling his mouth. As I pulled away from the hole, I heard him moan and saw his cum splatter on the floor as he shot off too.

The entire thing had left me totally satisfied and feeling a bit exhausted but, oddly, not feeling weird or guilty about having gotten a blowjob from another man. In fact, it was the best blowjob I had ever had.

As I stooped to pull up my pants, the guy in the next stall unlatched his door and quickly exited the washroom. Once I had redressed myself I exited the stall, washed my hands, and then headed out to the diner to order a coffee while I waited for the service on my car to be finished.

There were a handful of other people in the diner, more than had been in there when I had passed through on my way to the washroom, and as I sat there I wondered which one of the male customers had been the one who had sucked my cock through that glory hole.

"Ok, I'll tell him," the waitress said after answering the phone.

"You the one having the oil change?" she asked. I nodded. "Mike says your car is all ready," she said.

I thanked her, gulped down the last few mouthfuls of my coffee, and got up and headed to the mechanics bay.

"Sorry it took so long to change your oil, but I ended up having to do two of them," he said.

"Two?" I said "I don't understand. Why would you have to do two oil changes?" I asked.

"Don't worry, you're only being charged for one. The other oil change is on-the-house," he said grinning and glancing at my crotch.
 
It was then that I realized who had been sucking on my cock, the service station mechanic! My face went red and I wanted to be anywhere but there in that moment. It was one thing to get an anonymous, faceless blowjob, from another guy no less, and quite another to be face to face with the person you just found out was the one who did it.

"How much?" I muttered looking at the ground.

He told me the amount of the bill and I handed him my credit card. He went off to run it and returned a few minutes later. I still couldn't look him in the face as he handed me my card and a copy of my bill.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed," he said. "It's like I said in there, it doesn't matter if you are straight. It was just a mouth to give you what you needed. And I knew you needed it the minute you walked in the place," he finished.

Now I looked up at him. "How?" I asked.

"I saw that you had a hard-on when you walked in, and then you asked where the washroom was. I knew you'd be in there jerking it off and figured you probably wouldn't be able to turn down a blowjob. Guess I was right," he laughed.

It was true, my cock had been fully hard when I stepped out of my car, but I hadn't thought it was noticeable. Obviously I was wrong.

"Yeah, you were right, I did need it pretty bad," I laughed, suddenly not feeling embarrassed anymore.

"How'd it feel, pretty good, huh?" he said.

"Yeah, really good," I said. "To be honest with you, it was the best one I ever had."

"It's because I'm a guy," he replied.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Guys always suck cock better than a woman. They know what it feels like and what to do to make a guy feel good. It's a fact of life, use it as you will," he chuckled.

"Good to know," I said with a smile.

"Listen, you feel free to come back for one of those on-the-house oil changes anytime you need it," he smiled back.

"I might just do that whenever I am passing through," I said, and I meant it.

The fact was, by the time I reached that service station I was only about half an hour away from home, and a thirty minute drive was nothing to get the best head I had ever had. And, I have gone back there many, many times since, and still do to this day.

I still consider myself totally straight because I have zero attraction to other guys. The only difference now is that I have lost my innocence and had my eyes and mind opened. That mechanic taught me that a mouth is really just a mouth, and by letting a guy suck me off it doesn't make me gay or even bisexual, just satisfied.

I think I am in the mood for a cup of coffee right now. And not from one of those chain coffee shops. No, I think I want to go to a nice little coffee shop off the highway where I know the coffee, and the service, is excellent!

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1 comment:

  1. Damn I love this story, wish it would happen to me, only I would have had to suck his cock also, right through the hole, make him fuck my face with his big hard cock and cum right down my throat, mmmmmmmmmmm Great story, I want more

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