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I was worn out, the events the day before had left me drained and full at the same time. I'd swallowed cum that belonged to 3 other guys and couldn't remember if I'd cum once or twice, but my dick had leaked so much cum that my balls felt empty. And my hole? Well, my hole simply hurt.
3 poundings it had taken and it was so loose that there was an audible change in pitch when i farted, it sounded ruined, and it felt strange using an ice cube to sooth it, but it did work i think. My main hope was that the ice would make my ring tighter again, i was petrified after i used a mirror to inspect it to see how used it looked.
I was also telling myself off for letting strangers cum in me, i didnt know if they were clean or not. Anyway, i decided that i shouldn't go near Tony's store and bathhouse, as fun as it had been, i'd done some things that shocked me, well actually all the things i'd done shocked me. The problem i had, was that everytime i thought about my visits, it made me so very horny.
I went back to work at the gas station after my weekend off, and on quiet times i found myself looking at the customers, thinking to myself what sexual secrets did they carry with them? I also wondered if any of them were people that i'd seen or seen me in Tony's place.
After a couple of weeks my bum seemed to have fully recovered, although it was definitely easier to stick a finger or even 2 of them in when i was wanking.
The soreness had gone and i was walking normally again. I kept on fantasizing about my last visit to Tony's and what i'd done with Sue, Jim, Mike and Terry.
I often pondered on certain aspects when business was slow at the gas station.
Why did Jim give permission for someone else to put their penis in my ass? It's my ass, not his. Why didnt I object? Was it because i wanted it?
And what about eating cum that Sue licked out of my ass? Or letting Sue empty the cum in her ass into my mouth? The thought had never crossed my mind before to do these things, and although i had clearly enjoyed it at the time, it's not something i reminisced about whenever i wanked.
How did i end up back at Tony's store, even though i was clear in my head that i wasn't going there? Had i awoken something inside of me that was always there, or had i simply been experimenting?
Every time a customer came in i played the usual game in my head of 'Fit or Not' and it was only very occasionally that i even played it while looking at male customers. Surely this meant i wasn't gay, just a guy that liked sex with men and women? Or to be precise, one that liked fucking women and getting fucked by men, as i had no intention of putting my dick in another man's hole, i enjoyed the dicks in my ass way too much.
One thing for total certain, I was definitely rating the older people higher than i was before. There were so many women in their 30s, 40s and 50s that i was rating very highly and that I was appreciating the attention from after having met and been with Sue.
I got the impression on more than a few occasions that they were actually chatting me up as they smiled at me and made much more small talk with me than was necessary when they came in to pay for gas.
Then on a Wednesday evening a lady came in to pay and i noticed instantly who she was. Blue Levi jeans, black leather jacket and a very low cut and tight V-neck shirt that showed a glimpse of near perfect and large tits. It was Sue.
She came up to the counter and asked to pay for pump 4, to which i said ok. And then since she hadn't recognised me, maybe because of my work outfit and baseball cap i said 'Good evening Sue'. She snapped back that she wanted to pay for pump 4 and looked visibly pissed off that i'd said hello.
She ran her credit card through the machine and walked back out the door, still not having actually acknowledged who i was. There was only one other customer in the gas station shop, so i watched her leave and get into a Mercedes-Benz sports car and drive off. As she drove off she turned to look at me and as i caught her eye she shook her head.
I was shocked. I was sure it was her, why didnt she want to acknowledge me? Had i done something wrong? I suddenly thought that maybe she had caught something at Tony's bathhouse and blamed me, but that couldn't be me, i was clean.
I continued with my night shift and at 11 pm, i locked everything up and started my walk home. A big SUV pulled up alongside me and a voice i recognised called out to me. It was Jim. He told me to get in and that he needed to have a quick chat. Thinking i might be able to find out what i had done wrong to Sue i obliged and got in the passenger seat.
Jim was being very nice and friendly. He asked how work was and asked if i was walking home. I said i was, and he said he'd happily give me a lift which i was really grateful about. He had me put my address in his satnav and we set off. He then said that Sue had come home upset, and after talking to her, he thought it's best to come see me.
He told me that the things that happen in private stay private to which i told him that i hadn't told anyone at all what we had done. He put a hand on my knee and said it was ok. It wasn't that he was doubting me. He explained that a lot of people use fake names in clubs like the one we had met in, but that he and Sue didnt. However there was an unwritten rule that what happens stays there. That the acquaintances made there are only there. I realised what he was saying. I shouldn't have called her by her name in public as i shouldn't actually know who she is.
I apologized profusely. He said that he, indeed both of them understood. Sue had been a bit embarrassed and annoyed, but after they had talked about it, realised that at my young age i probably wasn't very clued in to knowing the 'rules'.
At the next junction we were meant to turn right, but Jim went straight and said maybe it would be a good idea to come have a chat with Sue. I agreed that it would be a good idea, i didnt want to upset anyone at all. Jim's hand moved higher up my thin work trousers and felt for my cock which jumped to attention. He smiled and said 'Good Boy'.
A few minutes later we pulled into a large driveway with electric gates and up to a large house.
I followed Jim in to the house, it was massive. he called out Sues name and said i had something to say to her. I felt nervous. She had looked so annoyed with me earlier.
She called out that she was in the kitchen and Jim beckoned me to follow him.
We went through a nice looking lounge that led into a big dinning room with an open-plan kitchen at the end complete with breakfast bar.
Sat on a stool facing us was Sue.
She told me to sit down and i immediately said i was sorry, but she interrupted me after only a few more words had left my mouth. She told me to stop and that it was ok and that she wanted to explain. I nodded and she started telling me that the lives people live in private are exactly that, and thats where they should stay. She explained by asking me to imagine how it would go, if for example, the other person in the shop at the same time knew her. Wouldn't he or she, have questions as to how we knew each other? Wouldn't it be awkward to have to lie about how we had met? And if i was out with friends wouldn't it be awkward if Jim walked up to me and said hi? Surely my friends would ask how i knew him. What would i say? And then with a grin she said, 'you probably wouldn't say, hey guys this is Jim, he pounded my ass and made me cum the other day'.
I blushed and she giggled, alleviating the situation. I said that i understood and again that i was sorry. Sue told me not to be sorry, as it was clearly a mistake made of innocence and that maybe they should have talked to me beforehand.
As we sat there on the high stools opposite each other Jim took a stool next to his wife and stated that now that was all cleared up we should change the subject. I nodded in agreement.
