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.

Kenny looked back to see if anyone was could see us. He reached into his pocket and took out the keys to his van. 

“Here, there are two pairs of pants on the bed in my van. Go change and I’ll cover for you for a few minutes. You can leave that slimy mess in there and get them after work.” Kenny said with a huge grin.

I jogged around back to where Kenny parks his van. I open the side door and hopped in. I kicked off my shoes and removed my pants and underwear and got a strange tingle from having my naked ass on the bed in Kenny’s van. I shoved my cum soaked briefs into a pants pocket and put a clean pair of Kenny’s

I got back as quickly as I could to give Kenny back the keys to his van. “Did you lock it?” Kenny asked. I assured him that I did. He quickly noticed that his pants fit me better then they fit him.

“Oh! I had to lose my cummy underwear so I’m free balling in your pants. I hope you don’t mind.” I said trying not to smile.

Kenny laughed. He told me that free balling was allowed but he wanted a promise that I would blow a full load in his pants too.

“Sorry! Can’t do that. When it come to my cock, anything is possible.” I said really as a joke and to ease the tension of the conversation.

“Shit! At least you’re honest about it. That’s hard to find these days.” Kenny said. He handed back the keys to his van trying not to laugh. “Here, you better hang on to these incase you need that second pair of clean pants.”

Kenny went back to the counter and I stayed there in the full-service bay. I watched him there. He was no more then 50 feet away behind a thin sheet of glass and it felt way too far away for me. I wanted him back here. Standing right in front of me, talking to me.

It was soon closing time and Bill left Kenny and I alone to lock up. Kenny reminded me not to forget about my pants and I reminded him that I still had his keys. We talked there out side of a darkened, closed gas station as if we didn’t want to say good-bye. I know I’m not crazy. I could hear that nervous, horny tone in his voice.
I was about to say that I should get going when Kenny stopped me from finishing. “Hey! Let me give you a lift home.” Kenny said.

I told him that I lived right down the street. I actually pointed to my house and then realized that wanted more time. So did I. “You know what! Maybe a lift is a good idea. I can’t just be walking down the street with cum soaked pants.”

We walked around back and Kenny got in on his side and I heard him shout “Woo Hoo!” as he reached across to unlock the passenger door. I open it up and asked what all the excitement was about.

“That is some highly potent cum you got floating around in those balls of yours! Get in here a take a whiff.” He said. 

I hopped in to find that the entire van reeked of cum. Not any cum but my cum. I was about to die my third death of embarrassment for the day. I started to apologize and Kenny wouldn’t let me. 

“Dude! It’s not as if I haven’t smelled cum before. Yours smells a lot like mine and I love the smell of my cum.”

I was floored by his admission over the aroma of his cum. I told Kenny that it was so kinky and how I had always felt like a freak for liking the smell of my cum. “How kinky are you young man?” Kenny said. He was giving me a way to say something that was true but could be taken as a joke.

“I’m so kinky that I need two cum rags. A new one to cover my cock and the old one to cover my face.” I said and we both busted up laughing. We tried to high-five but missed because we where laughing so hard.

Kenny got up and went to the back of the van. “What a brewski?” he said. I told him that I was only 18 but that a beer sure sounded good. “I won’t tell anyone if you won’t?” he said as he returned up front with two beers. 

“I only 18 myself, you know?” Kenny said.” I tried to act as if I knew that but it was of no use. Kenny could have easily passed for 21 any day of the week. I told him that I though that he was at least 21. Not so much by his looks but by the way he acts and that he has his own van. Then out of the blue I picked up where we left off on the little game we where playing.

“So tell me young Master Kenny, Have you been jacking off very long?” I said speaking into my beer bottle like it was a microphone. 

“Why yes sir. I started to pleasure myself at a very young age. In fact, my baby blanket, and my first cum rag are on in the same.” Kenny said. God! He was so cute. I was falling in love with him more by the second. It was like the laughter sucked every drop of courage right out of us. It fell deathly quiet right after what was thunderous laughter. It was so clear what was going on but neither of us could just say it. I counted to 30 seconds of silence in my head before Kenny spoke. 

“Man! I can still smell your cum.”

“Yeah!”

“Are you horny?” Kenny said

“Yes!” I barely got out in a whisper

“We can jack-off on the mattress back there if you want?”

“K” I said and then gulped loud enough to be heard. We both crawled over to the mattress and found a spot where we felt comfortable. It has to be true about what the say about nature and stuff. 

We took turns setting boundaries when the truth of the matter was that they where fucking meaningless. We had no more control over what we where about to do then we had control over the price of fucking tea in China. We planned to go sit on his mattress, pull out our cocks and jack off, right?

Okay! So we did that. For like 30 seconds and then his hand came to my cock and my hand went to his cock. It’s data to recognize now but to process later. His cock is way bigger then mine, yet he was the first one to speak and say that I had a nice cock. 

It was as dark as could be and we could only see shadows of each other. I felt his balls and his pubic hair and I could see them in my mind as well as I could if we did this on a park bench in broad daylight. I could feel my head fall slowly until it came to rest on his shoulder. He was being drawn into my as well as I used my thumb to smear his pre-cum all over his fat cock head. I felt his cheek come to rest on mine.

I was speechless and could only scream inside of my head at the top of my lungs. “Kiss me fucker! Please! I’ve never kissed a boy before and I want to so badly.”

I felt his cheek move away and I looked at him. I could see his eyes about 6 inches in front of mine. It is amazing how much can be communicated with a single word and often the same word.

Kenny looked right at my lips “Yeah?” he said in the form of a question like can I kiss you? And I simply said “Yeah!” in the form of an answer like yes please do.

His face came closer until our lips touched and it was better then the way I had imagined it would be. I was going to cum much sooner then I wanted. I tried to tell that I couldn’t hold back.

“Kenny!” I said urgently.

“Shhhh, I know, it’s okay. Its nice to know that I turn you on so much.”

He tore every stitch of clothing off of each other in a matter of seconds and I found my place directly on top of Kenny’s naked body. My hard cock was rubbing on his belly as we went back to kissing. Kenny reached down and stuck was easily 8-inches of cock between my legs right against the back of my balls. I closed my legs tight and clamped them snuggly on Kenny’s dick.

Kenny ran his strong hands all up and down the back side of my body and even played with my butt cheeks. I kissed him harder and assaulted his tongue with mine. I knew the end was near as the cum started to peculate up the 6-inch length of my cock. Kenny held my tightly.

“Oh Kenny! Let me get up or…”

“NO! I’m going too. Just do it! Here goes mine! I’m cumming!”

I kissed him with tears pouring out. I felt my first blast of cum squirt out between us as I felt a warm glob of Kenny’s cum land in the small of my back. Then 5 or 6 other shots that covered my butt cheeks. I whimpered in total orgasmic bliss with my tongue still in his mouth

The next thing I remember was it being daylight, Kenny and I still naked and wrapped in each other arms parked in front of my house.

END PART ONE HERE: TBC

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