He couldn’t host and he was at work. It wasn’t going to happen.
“I wish you could just come here and suck me off in the back room :),” he texted me. I guess that he must work in retail.
“Well, is there a slow period?” I ask.
“Haha, the hole day. I work at a gas station. So it’s like 20 mins of nothing and then a customer lol”
Sounds like fun, but there are probably cameras everywhere.
“It’s my dad’s store and I know where the cameras are lol.”
A few minutes later I’m driving up some back country roads in the middle of nowhere towards the Google map pin. I come up to a run down gas station and convenience store. Two gruff guys are walking out back to their cars. I park at the German restaurant across the street.
I put my hand on the door, take a deep breath and pull it open.
At the counter, the tall 20 year old Persian man is counting change into the cash register. He is well groomed and wears expensive white pants and a sweater. According to his profile, he actually lives in Toronto. He belongs at a downtown club, not in a back-country gas station. He turns to me and I flash my phone. He smiles nervously. “Back there,” he says, pointing to the corner of the store.
Refrigerators are filled with Cola and energy drinks. At the end, a cheap wooden door opens into darkness. It’s the bathroom. The cash register clangs shut, and the guy looks to the opposite corner of the store. There, a camera hangs from the ceiling, aimed at the cash. The bathroom is out of its view.
I walk past the aisles of chips and step in to the small dark room. The only light comes from the open door, reflected off of the glass panels of the drink coolers just outside. The toilet rim is covered in dried piss and dust. A cheap plastic shelf on the wall in front of it holds sponges and Ajax and cleaning supplies.
He steps in without turning on the light, and stands with his back to the wall just beside the doorway.
“Shall we close it?” I ask him, reaching for the door. Anyone that wants to buy a Dr. Pepper would see us.
He grabs my arm. “No, I need to hear the customers,” he tells me. I settle down and and he lowers his pristine white pants. His cock pops up.
“Oh wow,” I exclaim. His cut penis is about 7 inches long and thick as a broom handle.
When I close my mouth around it, he immediately starts to whisper to me his pleasure. “Oh yeah, man that’s good, suck my cock, fuck it feels so good..”
It is good. Remembering what I have learned before, I quickly make it as wet as I can, before sliding my lips down the shaft. When it enters my throat I’m surprised by how easy it is. Somehow, the shape of its soft head and his height is perfect for me, and I can slide it into my throat until I can’t hold my breath anymore. When I pull it back out, it is slick with wetness. I plunge down again and he gasps.
“Oh my god yesss THAT feels so good keep doing it suck my cock oh yeah oh fuck,” he keeps up the banter as he dick stabs into my throat again and again. He reaches behind himself and firmly grabs my hand, places it onto his ass cheek. I squeeze it and use it as leverage to pull myself toward him.
Suddenly his body stiffens and he pulls away. He stuffs his penis back in his pants and buttons them up without bothering with the fly. then he bolts from the open door of the bathroom. “Hey sorry, I’m here!” he tells the confused customer who has wandered in.
I stand up in the darkness and retreat further. What if the customer wants to use the bathroom? Or buys a Dr. Pepper?
Standing there alone in the dark bathroom with the cleaning supplies, I decide that I am definitely going to write about this one.
I hear the front door creak again as it closes and footsteps as my host bolts back into the bathroom. He quickly pulls down his pants again and wordlessly juts his dick out at me. We quickly pick up where we left off and again he starts the constant stream of half-whispered encouragement. “Fuuuck yeah that feels so good, so good, you suck my dick, oh fuuck…”
As I go his back is sliding further down the plywood wall as he shifts his body to direct me to the right part of his substantial shaft. “Oh yeah right there keep doing it, keep going it feels sooo good..” he utters.
Seconds later I feel his left hand on my hair, pressing me down, and I hear a loud thump as his head hits back against the wall. “Unnnnghhhh,” he moans loudly as a wave of pleasure grips his body. I taste the sweetness of his semen as it shoots out and coats my the inside of my mouth. Three, four, five pulses, and still he presses me too him long after he is done, still moaning in pleasure. I take it as a sign that I don’t need to immediately pull away, as I do with some men.
“Oh my god that was awesome!” he says, staring down at me, eyes wide in genuine surprise. “Fuck!” His phone is ringing now, and he lets go of my head and reaches into his pocket to get it.
“Yeah. Yeah. Ok Bye.”
But whoever it is isn’t letting him go.
“Yeah. Yeah…” he keeps saying.
His cock is still rock hard and deep in my mouth. I apply pressure, being careful not to rub it even the slightest, just letting his cum drain out and mix with my saliva. Inside I’m grinning mischievously wondering who he is talking to.
“Yeah I will. OK bye. Uh uh. Uh uh…”
As he tries to end the call I gaze up at him. When he catches my eye, he smirks at me conspiratorially, enjoying the novelty of standing there on the phone in dark bathroom, with his cumming cock buried in some guys face.
“OK Bye.” Finally he stabs the phone button and ends the call. As he straightens up, his dick plops out of my mouth.
“That was just in time,” he tells me as he reaches across the bathroom to grab a paper towel. “It was my dad. He’s on his way over.” He’s wiping down his balls.
“Ok. I’ll be on my way than. That was exciting.”
“Yeah,” he says.
But his eyes say get the fuck out.