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The black guy at the local campus gas station is real. The rest of this is a dream that I had.
I awoke from this dream confused. Would I really do something like this? Then I wondered if my car needed gas.
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I was on fumes, driving on the west side of town near campus. I pulled in and up to the pump...I was the only car there. A great big black guy came gliding over to my window. "Fill it with regular please" I said as I handed him my card.
A minute later he was back. "It don't like your card" he said as he handed it back to me.
"What the hell? Huh. Well, try this one" It was my debit card, I knew there were 1000's in there.
Ten seconds later "Don't like that one either" he said. I got out and watched as he tried every one of the 6 cards in my wallet. Failed. Fuck. I had zero cash in my pocket. "Is there an ATM near?"
"If our pumps don't like your card, no ATM gonna like 'em either". Good point. Fuck...how was I gonna get home? No gas, no money. Dammit!
"There's another way" he said. "Follow me". I figured there might be a different machine or terminal in the gas station. Or maybe they had an old card imprinter and we could make this happen. I followed him down a narrow hall and into a back room. It was dark except for sun light that beamed in through a skylight. There were boxes of oil stacked and steel barrels of something against the wall.
He stopped, fumbled with something then turned around to face me. His pants were open and the thickest fuck-hose I've ever seen hung there soft...great big helmet on it...heavy, low hanging balls dangling there.
"Take care a this and I'll put 10 gallons in your car" he said with a blank look on his face.
Holy fuck. The door was wide open behind me. Nothing making me do anything...I could have turned and walked right out. Instead, I stood staring at it, fascinated. Like in the locker room - except here it was ok to stare. It was fucking amazing, too. HUGE! Something so large...big heavy fuckin' dick. Getting a closer look just seemed like something I should do. I took two steps forward, dropped to my knees and stared close-up.
"Wow, holy fuck" I said. He wagged it at me and I reached out and grasped the fat shaft in my right hand. It was hot and surged larger. Both my hands wrapped around the shaft now and there was plenty sticking out. The giant head was now only an inch or so from my mouth. I opened and wrapped my lips around that big hot fucking helmet, closing my mouth behind the big flared crown of his head. Incredibly turned on, I held it in my mouth, stroked his still hardening shaft with my left hand and fumbled my weenie out with my right. I moved my head so that the crown of that mammoth head popped in and out of my mouth, over and over. I was stroking myself and he was now rock hard. Pulsing...throbbing. He had to be 9" long and it was literally as thick as my wrist. I had slobbered all over things and he was huffing and puffing. I couldn't get the head down my throat...way too fucking thick. In just a few minutes, I was ready to blow and I shot my little puddle on the floor. He groaned and began launching his thick load against the back of my throat. Blast after blast, must have been a dozen spurts total.
As I stood up, I was suddenly embarrassed as he looked down at the little dripping weenie I was tucking back into my pants.
He smiled. "Clean up that little jizz puddle...slip hazard" he said.
Just as I zipped up, a big tall black dude walked in. "My turn?" he asked.
"He's all yours" the first guy said as he left the room.
The new guy hooked his thumb in his sweats and pulled down the waistband. Out popped an even longer, skinny, cut snake with a pink head just slightly bigger than the shiny, slender, jet black shaft. It wasn't all the way hard yet...it looked firm but pliable still. I got back on my knees and worked on the first 4" of his shaft. I pulled my now re-hardening weenie out and started stroking it again.
Then I decided to go for it...I pushed that head down and around the corner...he slid down my throat...all 10", his nuts right against my chin and he groaned really loud. I could feel his cock head sliding down near my stomach and I had to come up for air. About 6 times like that and I convulsed and dribbled another load on the floor. I could tell he was close, he groaned every time he went to full depth. He then took my head gently with both hands and fucked my throat like a pussy...with one last push all the way down and he held it there as he fired jet after jet of thick jizz directly into my stomach. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted in time with his blasts. I needed to breathe...he withdrew his long, wet, softening shaft and it flopped down leaving a trail of my drool. He grabbed it and stroked it out to its full tremendous length a few times before dropping it and letting it swing. He pulled up the waistband of his sweats giving him a big banana bulge in front and he walked out of the room.
Pretty clever scam those guys have going. It turns out they put a disable code in the pump that takes communications off-line and no cards will work in it. Anytime a hot college chick or a handsome white boy come in, they try their luck getting head in the back room for "payment". I bet those guys have had half the campus draining their balls!
I awoke from this dream confused. Would I really do something like this? Then I wondered if my car needed gas.
--
I was on fumes, driving on the west side of town near campus. I pulled in and up to the pump...I was the only car there. A great big black guy came gliding over to my window. "Fill it with regular please" I said as I handed him my card.
A minute later he was back. "It don't like your card" he said as he handed it back to me.
"What the hell? Huh. Well, try this one" It was my debit card, I knew there were 1000's in there.
Ten seconds later "Don't like that one either" he said. I got out and watched as he tried every one of the 6 cards in my wallet. Failed. Fuck. I had zero cash in my pocket. "Is there an ATM near?"
"If our pumps don't like your card, no ATM gonna like 'em either". Good point. Fuck...how was I gonna get home? No gas, no money. Dammit!
"There's another way" he said. "Follow me". I figured there might be a different machine or terminal in the gas station. Or maybe they had an old card imprinter and we could make this happen. I followed him down a narrow hall and into a back room. It was dark except for sun light that beamed in through a skylight. There were boxes of oil stacked and steel barrels of something against the wall.
He stopped, fumbled with something then turned around to face me. His pants were open and the thickest fuck-hose I've ever seen hung there soft...great big helmet on it...heavy, low hanging balls dangling there.
"Take care a this and I'll put 10 gallons in your car" he said with a blank look on his face.
Holy fuck. The door was wide open behind me. Nothing making me do anything...I could have turned and walked right out. Instead, I stood staring at it, fascinated. Like in the locker room - except here it was ok to stare. It was fucking amazing, too. HUGE! Something so large...big heavy fuckin' dick. Getting a closer look just seemed like something I should do. I took two steps forward, dropped to my knees and stared close-up.
"Wow, holy fuck" I said. He wagged it at me and I reached out and grasped the fat shaft in my right hand. It was hot and surged larger. Both my hands wrapped around the shaft now and there was plenty sticking out. The giant head was now only an inch or so from my mouth. I opened and wrapped my lips around that big hot fucking helmet, closing my mouth behind the big flared crown of his head. Incredibly turned on, I held it in my mouth, stroked his still hardening shaft with my left hand and fumbled my weenie out with my right. I moved my head so that the crown of that mammoth head popped in and out of my mouth, over and over. I was stroking myself and he was now rock hard. Pulsing...throbbing. He had to be 9" long and it was literally as thick as my wrist. I had slobbered all over things and he was huffing and puffing. I couldn't get the head down my throat...way too fucking thick. In just a few minutes, I was ready to blow and I shot my little puddle on the floor. He groaned and began launching his thick load against the back of my throat. Blast after blast, must have been a dozen spurts total.
As I stood up, I was suddenly embarrassed as he looked down at the little dripping weenie I was tucking back into my pants.
He smiled. "Clean up that little jizz puddle...slip hazard" he said.
Just as I zipped up, a big tall black dude walked in. "My turn?" he asked.
"He's all yours" the first guy said as he left the room.
The new guy hooked his thumb in his sweats and pulled down the waistband. Out popped an even longer, skinny, cut snake with a pink head just slightly bigger than the shiny, slender, jet black shaft. It wasn't all the way hard yet...it looked firm but pliable still. I got back on my knees and worked on the first 4" of his shaft. I pulled my now re-hardening weenie out and started stroking it again.
Then I decided to go for it...I pushed that head down and around the corner...he slid down my throat...all 10", his nuts right against my chin and he groaned really loud. I could feel his cock head sliding down near my stomach and I had to come up for air. About 6 times like that and I convulsed and dribbled another load on the floor. I could tell he was close, he groaned every time he went to full depth. He then took my head gently with both hands and fucked my throat like a pussy...with one last push all the way down and he held it there as he fired jet after jet of thick jizz directly into my stomach. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted in time with his blasts. I needed to breathe...he withdrew his long, wet, softening shaft and it flopped down leaving a trail of my drool. He grabbed it and stroked it out to its full tremendous length a few times before dropping it and letting it swing. He pulled up the waistband of his sweats giving him a big banana bulge in front and he walked out of the room.
Pretty clever scam those guys have going. It turns out they put a disable code in the pump that takes communications off-line and no cards will work in it. Anytime a hot college chick or a handsome white boy come in, they try their luck getting head in the back room for "payment". I bet those guys have had half the campus draining their balls!