Huge #1

Lee Ryder eased his car up to the pump at the rundown gas station on the outskirts of town, the engine humming low as he rolled down the window. 'Directions to the highway?' he asked the attendant, a lanky guy with grease-streaked hands. The man nodded, pointing vaguely, while Lee handed over a crumpled ten-dollar bill for a fill-up. With the pump clicking away, Lee slipped inside the dingy restroom, the door creaking shut behind him. He stepped into the stall, the lock flipping with a metallic snick. Urgency gripped him; he unzipped and wrapped his fingers around his hardening cock, stroking with firm, deliberate pulls. The rhythm built quick, breaths shallow in the stale air. That's when the door swung open again. The attendant paused, eyes locking on the sight through the stall's gap—Lee's hand working his thick shaft, pre-cum glistening at the tip. No words passed. The attendant pushed in, the stall door banging shut. He dropped to his knees without a murmur, mouth eager, enveloping Lee's cock in wet heat. Lips slid down the length, tongue swirling the head, sucking with a hunger that made Lee's hips buck. Saliva dripped, the slurps echoing off the tiles. Then, footsteps. A stranger entered the bathroom, boots scuffing the floor. He froze, spotting two pairs of legs crammed in one stall—Lee's jeans pooled at his ankles, the attendant's work pants sagging low. Curiosity won; he nudged the door open, joining the tangle. Clothes shed fast. The stranger's cock, veined and rigid, pressed against the attendant's cheek as he continued bobbing on Lee. Hands roamed—gripping asses, pinching nipples. The stranger thrust into the attendant's mouth next, then bent Lee over the toilet, sliding in deep with a groan. They rotated, a slick frenzy of mouths and cocks: Lee fucking the stranger's throat while the attendant rimmed him from behind, tongues and shafts colliding in raw, pounding release. All for ten bucks of gas, the pump outside still ticking empty.