There is this little tobacco shop just outside of town that was once an old service station. I don’t smoke, but they sell lottery tickets so I stop there on my way home sometimes, just to get my weekly numbers and a scratch off or two.  There is this same guy working almost every time I go in and he’s always flirting with me.  He’s a very large framed man in his fifties that stands over six feet and must weigh about 300lbs and country redneck would fit as good as any description.

                Now I had been out shopping for fireworks for a few hours and around here they only sell them for a very limited time so they are always just tents set up around town.  Needless to say after drinking water all day and only going from tent dealer to tent dealer, I was in need of a rest room.  Like I said the tobacco shop building was once an OLD gas station, so the rest rooms are outside, same building but the doors are on the side of the building.  Maybe some of you will remember those setups.  And you have to go in to get the key, which is always attached to something so it’s hard to walk off with it.

                I had never used this rest room before and I was so glad to find it cleaner then what you would expect for a gas station.  It is very small with the single seat and a sink but when I closed the door I found out how terrible the light was in it.  Without the sun shining through the doorway it was almost too dark to see at all.  As soon as I sit down I could hear a lot of noise on the other side of a wall like someone was moving things.  At one time someone had cut out a small part of the wall about a foot square and made a door that opened, but wasn’t that noticeable from this side.  Needless to say when it opened a monster of a cock was bestowed to me.   There was no doubt who it belonged to because the wall gave a solid creaking sound as something about three hundred pounds just leaned against it.

                Now I could have ignored it, or I could have even jabbed it with the key or hit it with the foot long piece of wood the key was connected to, but I didn’t.  What I did do was take hold of it and started stroking it slowly.  I couldn’t help myself as I checked it out closely, moving it up close to my face so I could get my mouth around the tip.  That made both a moan and another creaking of the wall so I knew he was enjoying it.  Once I really started going down on him it didn’t take long before he couldn’t hold back any longer.  I really didn’t want to get it all over me at that time so I finished him off with my hands as he discharged his cum all over the floor while grunting and moaning on the other side of the wall.   

                When I went back in to return the key at first he was a little shy and didn’t know what to say other than have this big grin.  So I went ahead and got my normal lotto tickets and before I left I thanked him for the tickets and the ‘Other Fun’ as I put it.  That really put a big smile on his face as he watched me leave.  I’m sure next time I stop I’ll be getting the key again.