That’s right, some of thehottest scenes with kinky young dudes I’ve ever hadhave been in gas stations. Maybe that’s why they callthe... filling stations? I spent a good two hours primping and preparing myselffor the ordeal to come. A sensually-scented hot oilbath followed by a quick session with my chrome plateddildo got the juices flowing and the nipples hard: letsjust say it put me in the right frame of mind! Nextcame the wardrobe: the “special” attire for. I had told her that I was going to get there Monday but I drove up from Paducah on Tuesday.After I checked into my room I called room service and had them send up a bottle of Champagne on ice and then I went down to the bar. There was only one other person in the bar when I got there so I ordered a beer and walked around the room. I found a table that looked like it would give us some privacy so I could start warming Tracy up before dinner. I went over to the bartender and asked if he could put. “And the pictures flew out?”“Yeah. My friend Pete picked them up and saw them before I could react.”“Matt!”“What? It was only a second! Less, even. I grabbed them right away. I’m not even sure he saw anything. I didn’t know they were in there!”“How am I ever going to face your friends?” she wailed.I wasn’t convinced by her response. “You’re not really worried, are you?”There was a silent pause. “Not really. It’s done now. It’s not like you’re passing them around to everyone, right?”“No! No way.. Without a word, you drop your hand to my belt, fumbling the buckle open, at the zip, easing it down, fingers at the button, and then inside my briefs, gripping my shaft, freeing me.It's my turn to gasp now, as you work up and down the length of my shaft with the gentlest of caresses. The kiss building in urgency again as you slip my jeans down over my hips, cupping my balls as you do so, squeezing, making me moan.My hands are at your breasts working at your nipples, stretching, pinching gently,.