Bill's Mobil

Every summer during high school I would get a job at the gas station around the corner from our house. It would be my last summer before heading off to college and into the real world and adult life. When I try to put a finger on the very moment that I knew that I was gay, one moment come to mind every time. It seems that one of the other guys figured out that a storage platform in the garage was actually the ceiling over the ladies restroom.

When women would ask for the key, several horny teenagers would scramble to be the first up the wooden ladder. I was among them, for the first few trips, but soon felt that the reward was not worth the trouble. It didn’t have the same effect on me that it did the other guy’s. Many of the women masturbated and it would but my horny co-workers in a state testosterone overload.

My sexual arousal came when Kenny would take the key to the men’s restroom and disappears. I’d watch him dash off urgently while the images of the masturbating woman was still fresh in his mind. I’d create a mental time image of him my head. I could visualize him fumbling with the key to get the door open. It was as if I was cumming with him in my mind. 

Each time this happened, my fantasies would get more interactive then just an invisible observer. I would imagine him forgetting to lock the door. I’d quietly enter and push the stall door open to find him on the toilet. The sound of heavy breathing and slapping balls was loud enough to mask my entry. I would watch him on the toilet, leaning back with their eyes tightly closed.

I could feel my own cock pulsating. If my cock could talk, it would’ve been screaming. “Hey! Dickhead! Get me out of here and do what he’s doing. Come on faggot! Make me puke!” I stood there at the gas pump with my eyes glued to the men’s restroom door. Kenny was in there and it was no secret to me that he was jacking off. God! I could only imagine what his cock looked like. I closed my eyes while I pumped a customers gas tank full of gas. Pictures of Kenny played in my head. I started to fuck the nozzle of the gas pump into the hole as I got the image of Kenny jacking off a 6-inch penis with his right hand. His left hand is holding his shirt up and out of the way of the semen that is cumming. It’s cumming now! Shit! “Who the fuck is calling my son!”

I snap back to reality to the sound of the customer’s voice. “Son! Are you okay? Should I call your boss?”
He looked very concerned. I’m slumped over the back of this guy’s car. He must think that I’m having some type of seizure. But I’m not. I’m trying to keep myself standing as my briefs become filled with every drop of semen that was in my balls. I’m still cumming. Shit! This old man is watching me jizz in my pants. My face must be as red as a beet. I quickly place the cap back on tank and put the hose back on the pump. 

I turn towards him so I can get the $10 and I notice his eyes travel right to my crotch. He looks at me with a slight smile then back down at my crotch. My eyes follow along with his and there it is. The milky semen had penetrated the material of my briefs and navy blue pants. You could have seen that gooey white semen on those dark blue pants from a mile away. “Dam I wish I was young again!” that older man said. He took the $10 bill back, handed me a $20and told me to keep the change. “It’s a tip from my wife.” He said.

“Your wife? I don’t understand sir.”

“After I tell her about what you just did on the side of her car and in your pants, I’m going to fuck her like I haven’t done in a long time. I figured that I save her the trip up here to thank you herself.”

“Oh god! Sir. I sorry, I don’t know what happened. And…” 

The man put his hand out with his palm facing me like traffic cop. “Tat! Tat! Tat! Stop! Don’t you go apologizing for? For something as wonderful as what you just did. Go to the one you where thinking about when you done it! That’s my best advice to you boy.”

I actually thanked him for his kind words and told him to thank his wife for the generous trip. I pointed to the sign over the garage “Like the sign says sir. We aim hard to please.” 

“You sure do son! Just remember what I said about the one that you where thinking about. I know love when I see it” He said.

I was just finishing up his windows when Kenny came walking around the corner. One shirttail still un-tucked. God! His face was still a little sweaty and he was glowing. My eyes followed him all the way until he put the key back in its hook. I turned to find that the man had been watching me ogle Kenny that whole time. 

“Son! You are just full of surprises today, aren’t you boy?” He said. I must have started to formulate some type of denial when his hand went right back up like a stop sign. “Tat! Tat! Tat! You can lie to yourself but not to me. I do know love when I see it!” 

I just smiled in a way that allowed me to admit and confirm to him what he was thinking was true. He was basically that first person that I came out to. “Thank you sir! You better hurry and get home to the one you’re thinking about.” I said.

He laughed for the first time and I remember feeling good about that. 

“Hell son! I’m not that old! I’ll admit that when it comes to fuckin’ I may not be as good as I once was. But I’m as good once as I once was!”

I literally fell to the ground laughing at what he just said. Hearing that come out of the mouth of a man well into his 60’s was fucking hilarious. He told me to have a nice day and then drove away over the air hose DING! DING! And he was gone. I never saw that man again, alive at least, and I wish so badly that I could. 

His words set me free in ways that I would not even realize for weeks, months, and many years to come. I would often find myself in a situation and then hear “Tat! Tat! Tat! Followed by some words of wisdom in a southern drawl that I can only describe as Mr. Haney from Green Acres.

I could feel a change already. I worked the full service pump and took every opportunity to look at Kenny working the counter. Some old man made me realize that it was love that I was feeling. I love Kenny! Okay. Now what? I’m in love with Kenny. I must have said that to myself a thousand times while I looked at him working. 

I was only scratching the surface of the sudden change of direction that my life was going to take. Over the next 72 hours, my life was going to be plotted from that day to it’s last. Write it down! Carve it in stone! 

I went in to get change from Kenny for a customer and as I stood there I noticed him acting unusual. I didn’t give it too much thought until I observed Kenny asking Bill to watch the counter. He took his van keys off the hook and started walking towards me over at full-service. Why?

He’s coming right towards me and my heart feels like it’s about to leap from my chest. Just like the old man, his eyes travel to my crotch. I had cleaned it up but didn’t bother to check it once it had dried up. It was even worse then when it was wet. I might as well of had a sign hanging from my belt buckle. Because I either a pocket full of snails who left shiny snail tracks all over my crotch, or I simply shot off a load of cum in my pants.

Poor Kenny. I actually think he was more embarrassed to ask me then I was about him finding out. He was turning red himself.

“Okay! Um…wow! Okay how do I say this? That looks like dried up cum on the front of your pants. Did you cum in your pants dude? Because when you came in to get change a few minutes ago, I could smell it.”

I was close to passing out. I mean, how much embarrassment can a guy takes in one day? I didn’t even try to deny that it was in fact cum. I was focused on coming up with a reasonable reason for it being there. I nearly shit when he put his hand up in the same manner as the old man. Was God! Sending me a message?

“Whoa! Whoa! Hang on! It’s cool dude. I‘m just telling you so that nobody else notices it. Come on man! I didn’t come out here to embarrass you. I know that you know what I’m doing in the restroom and you’ve never told anyone. I thought I would sort of return the favor, so to speak.” He said pointing to my snail tracks.