Gay fuck story of horny night at the petrol pump: 1

Gay fuck story: When u keep planning every single part of your day, you and only you know the thrill to let loose and feel the edge every now and then. I did that stupidity once. No Regrets.

Even for a routined and well planned guy like me, Lockdown has been tough. It was 11:30 at night, I was watching some TV series in my pyjamas, the same way I have been doing for like forever in lockdown and all of the sudden I said “FUCK IT, it’s been 3-4 month , and nothing to be thrilled about, I need fresh air”

Without acknowledging what has got into me I just put on a jacket, having the same indoors slippers, grabbed my phone, took the keys to my bike & without making a sound to wake my ‘early to bed’ parents up snuck out of the house to my bike which was just sitting in my parking for months, letting all the dust give its any antiquee makeover.

I was in my parking lot tiptoeing to clean my bike roughly. I knew engine’s going to take time to fire up, and obviously I was not going to do that in the parking to wake everyone up.

So I just dragged my bike out to some distance and then started ignition, and my dear bike took its sweet time to start, but like a faithful friend didn’t let me down, she knew what the night had in mind for me, and didn’t want me to miss any of its offerings.

Nothing compares to when the engine roars, and the air which u cut through, greets you and your thrill in the misty chilly night, the heat of the engine and the thrill in your heart is enough to keep u warm and the empty roads sparking with streetlights become your canvass to slide on.

It was entering into a fresh life, with similar but empty streets, cleaner roads, fresher air and nothing but me and only me. The night was young and I was hungry to taste it. I just rode along the streets, grounds, my college, the community hall, the Joggers Street and Man! My Nagpur is a beautiful city-Which I then realised.

I was reborn into the free and liberating trip I stumbled upon where by a new and improved me was meeting a new city- same name but different aura. Alas it didn’t last long. My bike was already on Reserve and my stupid mind didn’t realise that, the engine stopped.

So I was in middle of the road, with no wallet, a faithful bike that ran out of fuel, and in no position to call my parents, coz I wanted to be the fucking REBEL! I regretted. A part of me was confused as to what to do, and the rest part absentmindedly started dragging the bike, the petrol pump was luckily just a kilometre ahead.

I hoped they must be open and that they accepted Paytm, else I would be screwed! Surprisingly I reached there sooner than I thought but no one was there, so I horned. I heard “Ek Minute” from the side, there was a small fast food chain store along the pump machines, and I saw a man around 30-31 yrs inside it, the store was dim lit and I could only make out his outline from outside coz I was partly seeing my own reflecting being in well lit pump against the giant glass windows, dark from inside.

But soon enough the image being clear, he was around 5’11, not stocky but healthy (my perfect kind, but at that point I had not be paying much attention to that),

I asked “Shuru hai pump?”

“Haa-ha, kitna ka karna hai”

:Doo sauu (200) kar do, par cash nahi hai, Paytm kar sakta hu?”

“Haa-ha hai Paytm”

He just put the digits in the machine and filled my tank; in bright lights I could see him properly. He was good looking, simple but well dressed. There was no way he was just a worker there. So I asked, “Do u own this pump?” I think with sudden change of language he was surprised but answered “ Ya, itna obvious hai kya”

I said “Store khula hi hai bindass chodd ke aagaye,Petrol ke paise lene me koi jaldi nahi kar rahe, and above all CCTVs band hai, which means boss tum hi ho”

I could say he was impressed and smiled, I smirked, and somehow we kept looking for more than a second and on realising I suddenly looked away said Paytm karat hu. And even when there was a Paytm QR code sticker right on the machine (which he knew I saw, but sumthing told me to be a bit bolder), I asked him, “QR kaha hai?”

Well, like I said earlier, the night had something else planned, he understood my planned stupidity and said, “andar store hai counter par” and tilted his head as if saying- ‘wanna ?’ I just smirked as in ‘I m right behind hu, lead the way Mr’.

Gay fuck story of seduction at petrol pump

I come to this pump sumtimes but never realised that this was a cozy store cum pump. We went in and he pointed at the code sticker on a wall, even without putting much interest in the amount I was putting in on my mobile while scanning, I could tell he was checking me out.

Fuck-I put on some kilos in the lockdown, damn I m not even shaved down there, I don’t have a condom, is he top or bot, coz I m Top, is this place even safe, is he even Interested!

The fattu in me finally woke up, and was fully active now. FUCK man, am I gonna mess this gr8 chance like I do a lot of times!

“OK, so payment is done , check karlo” I said as if I lost a hand at poker, and know that I m leaving empty handed from a fortune any minute soon, ‘Miracles- if u exist this is the fucking moment for u to do ur fucking Job !’ I mumbled to myself.

“Karlenge check, jaldi me ho kya” and I was like…Bas bhagwan pe vishwaas ho gaya abhi!

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