Blowjob in the Gas Station Bathroom

All persons mentioned in this story are over the age of 18.

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Name's Micah. You might remember from my other story at the gym.

I'm a tall, hairy, good-looking, bearded, dark-skinned Black dude that likes to frott and jack. I love all kinds of dudes and don't really have the hangups that I see with so many other dudes.

I like it all--younger (legal of course), older, Black, white, bigger, slimmer.

"Shit, we all wanna get off, right? Let's stop with all the hangups and bust these nuts like only two (or more) dudes can."

So anyhow.. the story.

I spotted this feral-looking Hispanic kid in front of me in line at the gas station. He was buying something in line--maybe a lottery ticket... fuck, I dunno.

I say feral because he was kinda gaunt, a little unkempt (nor dirty per se, but just kinda wolfen), brown-skinned, tall, lanky, mustached, day-old growth on his face, kinda loose-fitting tattered clothes... like maybe he could be a a skater.

If I didn't know better I'd think he's probably a migrant. Something about him that says 'immigrant'.

But I'm not I.C.E. nor am I with the Minute Men, and to be honest, I don't give a fuck about his immigration status. These parts of my state were once Mexico anyhow, so I believe they are just repatriating their lands.

Hehehe

He kept eyeing me suspiciously (looking over his shoulder and shit... kinda gritting on me) as I was in the line maybe 2-3 people behind him, and I thought at first that maybe he had a beef with me or something. I've heard from others (never really experienced it myself) that some immigrants don't like Black folks too much, but I played it cool.

This gas station was in a predominantly Hispanic neighborhood so I stood-out a little. Were he and his roustabout immigrant pals gonna jump me as I exit the gas station?

This neighborhood is kinda seedy and I just stopped-in for some aspirin. Had me thinking, not gonna lie.

I'm a big guy and have been around the block a few times, so I can hold my own in a fair fight. I wasn't particularly worried about a scrap... if it came to that.

So, I was initially puzzled when he nodded his head to follow him... to the bathroom. "Shit, there's a bathroom here?" Didn't noticed it when I walked in, but whatever.

I'm sure I threw a confused look on my face, but I wasn't confused for long as it turns out.

After my aspirin purchase, the older, Indian cashier turns back to watching some sport (cricket?) on the television. He's completely oblivious (or unconcerned) about us moving towards the bathroom.

I only had a packet of aspirin to hold, as I had a splitting headache, so I hastily stuffed it into my back pocket.

When I moved into the bathroom, youngin is standing at the pissoir. He steps back a moment to let me eye his prick.

I nod.

I'm digging what he's putting down. 

He's grinning... perfect set of gleaming white teeth. Good hygiene... that's important!

So, let me describe his dick for y'all pervy muthafuckers.

His dick is long--probably about 9"--and way bigger and thicker than mine, with a beautiful vein running down the top.

Who said Mexicans have little dicks?

He's got a thick and super-long patch of wiry hair I can see poking through his baggy, tattered khakis, and it looks like he's uncut too.

Nice.

He moves to a stall and I quickly follow. There's no lock on the door so I have to hold the creaky old door closed with my hand.

Not wanting to be busted in a gas station bathroom on the wrong side of town, by some uptight Indian cashier--or jumped by his buddies that might be waiting outside--I figure I have to make this quick.

I unzip and he pulls my dick out, and he goes down in one fell-swoop on my 7.5" knob which was fully-hard by then. His mouth feels like heaven and I can already tell I'm not gonna last long because I horny as shit, and this fucker's not even using hands.

"Do you know how fucking rare that is?"

This young man knows dick and instantly I'm second-guessing my decision here.

"Just how many random Black dicks has this dude sucked-off?"

But those thoughts quickly vanish, as I'm enjoying his silky, cool and simultaneously-hot orifice--this youngster knows what he likes and is obviously very good at his job.

I can see him fisting his dick like a madman while moaning and slobbering on my dick. I can hear those nasty, slippery strokes each time his dick head protrudes and retracts from that obscene-looking foreskin. It sounds nasty as fuck and it is turning me on big time.

As I stare down at him, his hairy mouth looks like a pussy on my dick and the feeling of the movement from him frantically jerking himself off, his no-hands blow job of me, the definite B.O. I'm smelling from from his ripe underarms (he's either been doing some kind of labor or skating, because he's funky), and the seedy fucking scent in the air of countless previous asses, dicks, and pisses taken in this nasty old restroom is almost too much.

I'm throwing off a funk too as I'd been working all day and had not bathed in a couple days... been too busy wrapping up some welding and wood working jobs for several uptight and stern-faced suburbanites.

I wasn't worried.

This kid didn't look like he'd be one to care about my funky nuts and he probably liked the way they smelled by the intensity he's mouthing my dick.

Okay, it sends me over the top.

Before I'm really prepared, I find myself blowing an epic load down his gullet and he's moaning and beating his shaft like there's no tomorrow--his dick and hands are literally a blur. Each time he moans, his tongue tingles the underside of my dick like a vibrator, and I deliver a new volley of spunk onto his young tongue.

I guess it's his turn now, and he leans back as I shoot one last spurt.

He's supporting himself on one arm and beating off with his other hand (oh damn, didn't notice before, but he's a leftie) and he unleashes an epic volley of nutt. It coats his hands and the floor beneath my legs.

I'm... impressed.

I look down between my legs and think to myself, "Damn, this dude really just nutt on my sneakers?" I figure. it ain't gonna kill me if he did.

I exit the stall and rinse off my dick in the greasy and grim-covered sink while also taking an opportunity to piss in it too--not really caring if someone walks in while I'm doing it.

So fucking ghetto.

He exits the stall soon-after and is standing behind me smiling a mischievous smile. I'm thinking to myself, "He's a good looking young man."

He's looking down and tightening his belt. I'm thinking it almost seems to be a losing battle since he's so gaunt and his clothes are so oversized.

I stuff my dick back into my pants after drying it under the air-dryer (no home-training) and he's still just watching me from the mirror.

He's still smirking and obviously happy.

We still haven't uttered a single word to one another, but somehow we understand each other completely.

Guess I'm not getting jumped today.

Oh yeah, and I hadn't noticed it before, but my headache is gone.