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User-submitted image. Took me a while to figure out what to do with it. But hopefully, ya’ll will enjoy this. Tony rolled into the gas station on his Harley, which sputtered and coughed a cloud of black smoke as he pulled it into a parking space. The gas station was miles from the nearest town, which meant no cell reception and even less traffic going by. But the maps he had looked at online said this would cut almost an hour off of his travel time. Tony kicked down the kickstand, and swung his leg over and stood, stretching lazily. Removing his helmet first, he headed inside the little gas station. He went to the cooler and found a bottle of lukewarm water labeled free and headed back to the counter. “My bike’s not gonna make the rest of the trip. The sign says you’ve got a mechanic. Can he take a look?” The man behind the counter gave Tony the once over, glancing at the tall motorcycle boots, the worn jeans, and the leather jacket. “Yeah. I can take a look at your bike. Not too busy today.” He stepped from behind the counter and extended a hand. “Phil.” He grunted. Tony shook the hand firmly. “I’d appreciate it.” He said, running a hand through his hair. “Need to get to Phoenix by this evening.” “Well, I’ll see what I can do. No promises.” Phil glanced out the window at the bike. “There are a couple books in the lounge. Or some nudie mags in the bathroom if you’d rather use those.” He winked at the other man, heading out the door. Tony glanced around, taking in the little store in all its glory, before heading toward the little lounge area. The TV in the corner was muted, with subtitles scrolling across as some talk show host droned on about the psychology of fatherhood. He sank into one of the creaky black leather lounge chairs gratefully, then flipped through one of the books. There was a bible, a Tom Clancy novel, as well as the usual stacks of car magazines and Reader’s Digests. He thumbed through a few, then leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes, enjoying the sunshine. He sat up and drained the bottle of water, then thumbed through a few more magazines.He rose and headed towards the bathroom. It wasn’t even one that had separate stalls. So he went to the men’s room to take a piss. Locking the door behind him, he glanced around and grinned. There were a couple pinup posters on the walls, right next to an ancient condom vending machine. And of course next to the sink, the nudie mags that the guy had promised. Unzipping, Tony fished his dick out of his fly and let loose a hearty stream of piss in the toilet. Then he glanced at the nudie mags. It had been a while since he had seen a vagina. These days, he was far more interested in a young ass with a tight hole. And there were plenty of boys happy to satisfy the biker daddy. Digging through the pile, he found a bear mag that offered burly daddies showing off. He chuckled to himself but decided to wash his hands instead. Going back to the lounge, he sat back down in the chair and leaned back. A nap sounded like an excellent idea. The next thing he remembered was Phil poking him on the shoulder. “Bike’s done.” He growled, heading back toward the counter. Tony rubbed his bleary eyes for a moment, then headed toward the counter. “That’ll be 150 bucks.” Phil said, licking his finger before tearing a sheet out of a receipt book. “You take card?” Tony asked, reaching for his wallet. “No. We only take cash.” Phil said, eyeing the other man evenly. “Well that’ll be a problem,” Tony mumbled. “I can always take you out back and take the 150 out of your ass.” Phil grinned. “Or I’m supposed to say something like that. But yes. We take credit cards, big guy.” He said, reaching out for Tony’s card. Tony chuckled as he handed it over. “You had me going for a minute there…” Phil shook his head. “I don’t mix business and pleasure. But, ya left the bear mag on top of the stack. But didn’t seem like you’d used it. So that tells me a few things. That and the fact you’re wearing those perfectly shined boots tells me you’ve got someone to shine them for you. No woman I know is gonna shine a man’s boots, so that means you’re going after the other white meat.” Phil swiped the card through the card reader by the cash register and handed it back before folding his arms across his broad chest. Tony put his card back in his wallet and tucked it back into his jeans. “And?” He said, eying the other man. Phil glanced at him, handing him a pen and the receipt. “Just figured you might want to play.” He said. “I’m no twink, but I’m pretty sure I can take good care of you.” Tony felt himself getting hard at the thought. He had to admit he had missed playing with a real man. Phil was taller than Tony and broader in the chest. He had a rugged blue-collar quality to him, as well as lots of body hair poking out from the few places his skin was exposed. “Meet me out back in 10 if you’re interested, bub.” Phil said, heading back towards his garage.Tony was definitely back behind the garage just before 10 minutes. “Someone’s excited…” Phil said, massaging his own shaft through his boxers. He had stripped out of the grime covered mechanic wear and was now wearing just his boxers and his boots. Tony stepped toward him, but Phil was faster. He spun him around, then pushed him towards the low wall. Tony caught himself but wasn’t sure. “Now I don’t…” Phil glanced at him. “As if I care what you do or don’t do? I’m gonna tell you how this is gonna go, daddy.” He growled. “There isn’t anyone out here but the birds and the sky. So you can save your precious reputation when you get to where you’re going. I don’t buy into all the labels and shit. I do what feels good. I give and take. So if you want to play, you’re gonna do the same, got it?” Tony nodded slowly. He hadn’t ever really bottomed before, so this was going to be an unexpected turn of events. But Phil was pretty insistent. Phil reached between Tony’s legs and gripped his jean-clad crotch and felt the hardness. “You’re turned on by the thought. So here’s the deal. I’m gonna take you first, then we’ll trade.” Tony grimaced, “Maybe I’ll go first…” Phil chuckled, “You think I was born yesterday? I’m not gonna let you make me your bitch only to have you wimp out when it’s your turn. So I’m gonna go first.” Tony nodded and stood, dropping his jeans and boxers, but leaving his leather jacket and shirt. He didn’t have a chance to resist when Phil dropped down and began to rim his sweaty hole. He moaned softly, feeling the other man’s tongue penetrate him. Phil worked for a while, then pulled off and grinned. “You Alpha types think you’re all the same… that you can’t enjoy this once in a while. But the truth of it is, that you can. You just have to learn to accept that.” He went back to work, drawing another moan from Tony. Phil moved lower, starting to work on Tony’s balls as he added a finger to his hole, working it in and out. He added something Tony couldn’t see, and that finger was quickly followed by another. “Motor oil.” Phil growled. “Works just fine for slick, and doesn’t dry out either.”  He continued to lick and suck Tony’s balls before he stood up. Tony glanced over his shoulder. “Fuck… you’re gonna split me open.” Phil shrugged, “You’re getting your cherry popped then, I guess. I’ll go easy.” He promised, lining up his shaft with Tony’s hole. He eased just the tip in, and Tony swore again. “That’s the biggest part,” Phil reminded him calmly. He kept his hands on Tony’s hips so the other man couldn’t pull away. “When you’re ready, back up on it.” Tony blinked. How often he had used the same phrase for taking a boy for the first time. Only now, he was the boy. He reached back and got a little of the oil on his fingers and began to jack off slowly as he pressed back, little by little. Phil felt huge, but he supposed that was also because he wasn’t used to this. He moaned softly, feeling Phil’s balls against his own. “Ready, cowboy?” Phil teased and began to thrust slowly. His even thrusts didn’t feel too bad, and Tony was starting to enjoy it more. When Tony began to buck back against the other man, Phil took it as a sign and sped up his thrusts a little. “I don’t go too hard or too fast.” Tony nodded his appreciation, continuing to jack off faster.Phil growled, getting closer himself. “I’m gonna cum, bub.” He growled, continuing the same even pace. With that, Tony lost it. He hissed, starting to spurt cum on the wall below him. “Oh fuck yeah!” Phil growled, angling his thrusts to punish Tony’s prostate as the other man came. Then he began to unload himself. Tony was shaking when Phil finally slid out. He braced himself against the wall and moaned. “Goddamn…” Phil chuckled, and slapped the other man’s ass harshly. “Now you know why all those boys are addicted to you. Now best be on your way. You can get my ass next time.” Tony nodded slowly. “You do this often?” Phil shrugged, pulling up his boxers. “Only for the lucky ones.” Tony smiled. “I’ll count myself lucky then.” He slowly pulled up his boxers and jeans from around his boots. “Guess I should get on the road.” He mumbled. Phil patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t let it get inside your head. You did something that felt good. And that’s all.” He stretched lazily. “And next time you’re back this way… you can pound me till the cows come home. Deal?” “Deal.” Tony headed around the store and saw his bike parked in the same space. He swung his leg over the bike and winced at the stretch. He was going to be sore from the pounding, and this wouldn’t help. He could feel Phil’s cum in his hole and blushed. Then he kicked the kickstand up and he was on his way. This was shaping up an interesting trip after all. And he was sure that he would be paying Phil’s Garage another visit.  -- source link

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