Gas Station Sex 2

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"You at it again I see." the man had come into the room and seen John and the boy in bed together. "I got a credit card here and it's not signed ... that yours?" he asked John. John smiled and signed it and accepted the card.

"You want me to send Craig back?" he asked the kid. "I don't know ... do you have to go? " he asked John while stroking his cock under the covers. "Not yet." John said. Craig appeared and I stared in amazement. He was almost a mirror image of the kid I had been fucking all night. "Fraternal twins," my late night lover said knowing my thoughts. Not only did he look like the naked boy next to me, but he wore a jumpsuit exactly like the one the kid wore last night -- and to make things even stranger had all the buttons opened down to his pubic hairline.

"Hi, I'm Craig..." John shook his hand and the covers revealed some more of his body. "Any trick of my brothers is a trick of mine," he said. "Where were you last night?" Carl, the name of my bed partner, asked his brother. "Oh Bruce wanted to have some fun ... and I thought it was time to pay the rent anyway." Bruce, thought John, had the luckiest life of anyone. Twins, gay, and they liked sex. "How was he last night?" Craig asked as he pulled his jumpsuit off ... John spoke up, "no leave it on ... and you put yours on too."

Carl got out of bed and pulled the discarded jumpsuit on. "He's hot," he said to his brother. "But you got to put on your suit." he said to John. John pulled on his trousers and retrieved his white shirt from the car. He added the tie and jacket and knocked on the door. The boys answered the door and their faces lit up. As soon as John went inside, their hands were all over him ... As were their mouths ... His zipper was opened and the two knelt, using their tongues to fight over his erection.

The boys were soon naked as was he ... tongues in his asshole, lips on his cock and fingers everywhere. John was fucked by one while fucking the other then turned over to reverse the action. He fucked one brother while the other one got sucked. The combinations were the basis of fuck films John had seen in the privacy of his own home. The room's air conditioner didn't have enough power to overcome the body heat they generated ... bodies were soon coated with sweat; adding to the taste the three horny men's tongues experienced. "Hey got to go ... one of you needs to take over." Bruce banged on the door.

"Guess it's my turn!" Carl said as he kissed John and stumbled out the door naked while carrying his jumpsuit. Craig and John carried on, less frenetic but still totally involved with each other until their bodies wouldn't generate any more cum let alone keep their cocks hard. "Whew ... Carl was right. You are hot!" John found a motel room where he could shower and calm down. A short nap and he was undecided if he should get back on the road or enjoy the pool and rest before do- ing so.

He dialed the phone. "Dinner? Pool? Big bed here." he said on the phone. John was soon sitting in the dining room ... enjoying a big meal ... realizing he hadn't eaten anything since late last night. Across from him sat Carl and Craig enjoying his dinner treat.

Seeing them in the pool frolicking about like little kids had convinced John he made the right decision. Both looked hot in their blue and yellow speedos, matching of course. And all three fit nicely in the king size bed that John had wisely asked for. The night wasn't made for sleep- ing however as the three rekindled the lust they had earlier that morning ... and continued to seek the satisfaction that would never fully come.

John still commutes between LA and San Francisco. He still stops at the gas station in Gilroy. And Bruce tells him about the boys, where they are and what they're doing. And once in awhile, John calls Bruce ahead of time, to see if his arrival should match closing time -- and if a night attendant is there waiting ... with his jump- suit half opened. Occasionally Bruce says yes and John relives his time with Carl even though there's not Craig. But he imagines whoever the lad is, he's a twin; and it's a wild night in the back of the gas station.