by Tony
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I worked at a little gas station out in the middle of nowhere (actually in a little place called Laurel Corners -- about 30 miles northeast of Albuquerque, New Mexico) when I was just turning 20 years old. It was hot, arid desert country and the only thing remotely enjoyable about the place was the beautiful sunsets every night. You'd see every color known to man in the night sky. Blues, pinks, reds, yellows, violets, oranges, etc. There were truly some magnificent skies out there near sundown.
I, living on my own in Albuquerque, was about as lonely as a young man could get. Especially a young, gay man with a foot fetish for hot guy's feet. I'd drive thirty miles every morning to work and when I closed up, I'd drive the thirty miles back home every night. Now you're probably asking, why in the hell I would drive all the way the hell out there every day, when I could've just found something closer back in Albuquerque? Well, I'm glad you asked. The old guy I worked for gave me the run of the place, was never there and paid me very, very well. At the gas station I could make three times what I'd make back at Sears or some burger place back in Albuquerque. I could read a book or watch TV or play my CD player any time I wanted to. All I had to do was take care of the locals who lived in and around the little surrounding shit towns near Laurel Corners as well as the occasional tourist who'd driven to far out and wanted to know how they could get back to "civilization" and could I "fill'er up" while they were there?
One day it was really hot--I remember that, and I was reading the latest from Dean Koontz (sitting there with my feet propped up on the desk with the air conditioner humming away) when I saw two motorcycles pull up. Both bikers pulled up next to the self-service pumps and got off their bikes. One started filling up his bike and the other came walking up to the station. He opened the door and started taking off his helmet. Once he had the helmet firmly in his grip, he smiled and asked where the restroom was. I pointed to the back of the store and he thanked me and made his way back there. He looked pretty sexy in his leather chaps and muscle shirt. He was a tall kid of about 18 or 19 and had a beautiful body. Blonde hair accentuated his face in a light goatee and he had greenish-blue eyes.
I noticed the other guy had filled up the second bike and was also heading into the station. He'd left his helmet on his bike and he was also blonde, with a light mustache. He was a little taller than his companion (were they brothers? They looked a lot alike) and was a few years older--maybe 23 or 24.
"Can I help you?" I said.
"Yeah, I filled up both bikes and I'm getting' a Coke. I'm not sure what Rex wants."
I waited for him to browse and his companion soon joined him from the restroom. They both got Cokes and made their way up to the register.
"This'll do it," The older of the two boys replied.
"Okay, that'll be $26.40 in total please." He paid me and they headed for the door. I stared at the younger ones ass as he headed out. I noticed the big, black boots on both of them too and wondered what their feet might smell like, all cooped up in that hot leather. The younger one turned and looked at me as he left and caught me staring at his ass. He frowned and gave me an ugly look but went on his way.
That night it was about 15 minutes till 8:00 and I thought I'd go ahead and close up. We'd had all of three customers in the last 4 hours and I was about certain we wouldn't get any more tonight. Since we normally close at 8:00 anyway, I thought "What the hell·," I started shutting down the pumps, locked the front door and turned off the lights in the back. I was just about to shut off the main switch and lock up for good when I saw someone at the door. I made my way up front and noticed that it was one of the motorcycle boys from this morning. As I got closer, I could tell it was the older of the two boys. I unlocked the door and let him in.
"I'm sorry, I was closing up a few minutes early. Didn't think I'd have anyone else tonight." I said.
"Yeah, my brother and I need one more thing before we call it a night."
So they were brothers. Interesting. "Sure, okay what can I do for you?"
"You can start by getting down on your knees." He said.
"What?" Oh god. Were they gonna rob and beat the shit outta me? Oh shit.
The other brother came in and smiled at me. He locked the door behind him. I got down on my knees as I was instructed and waited to see what was going to happen.
"Hey buddy. Remember us?" He said. "You seemed awful curious about my ass this morning. Did you see something you liked?"
I was speechless. What had I done?
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Again, I said nothing.
He nudged me with his big boot. "Answer me bitch!" He said.
"Uh, I·I wasn't looking at your ass. I was just reading my book. I swear."
"Don't lie. You were checking out my ass. And our boots too. What's your problem man? You a faggot or something? Do we turn you on?"
"No, I really don't know what you're talking about. If you want the money, just take it. Please, I didn't do anything to you. I swear, I was just minding my own business."
They laughed and looked down at me. "Sure you were. My name's Rex by the way and this is my older brother Ty. We live in Washington State and we're driving across country. We just had to come back here though before we headed back out. You're a faggot and all, and we haven't seen our girlfriends in 8 days. You know what that means?"
Rex placed his big boot up on my chest and pushed me over. He stepped on my chest as he made his way over to the other side of me. Ty was busy unsnapping his pants. "Suck the soles of my boot faggot!" Rex screamed down at me. I did as I was told.
"Suck each lug bitch. Get all that road grime outta there!"
I continued to suck his boot.
"You like that fag? You like getting the privilege of servicing a real man?" Rex queried. "Pull that boot off. I want you to suck on my damn feet. Pull it off, I said!"
I pulled and tugged at his boot. Finally it came off. He was wearing gray sweat socks and he shoved his foot down hard into my face. He smeared it into my face and into my mouth. The smell was awful, but I liked it! "That's it bitch, suck on that sock. Smell it! Do what your master says!"
I continued to smell and lick at his feet. He eventually made me pull off the other boot and service it too. Ty was obviously feeling left out, so he took off his own boots and shoved a smelly foot in my face too! Together they worked me over for about ten minutes. "Man, I've never seen a faggot go at some guy's feet before. You're a real pervert aren't you?" Rex questioned.
"Here, work on this awhile." He straddled me and shoved his dick in my mouth. He shot his load rather quickly and then Ty had his turn. I came myself, but didn't want them to know it so I didn't say anything. It was real hard not to moan. Once they were done though, they left me lying there, (though each of them stepped on me as they left the store) and I eventually got up and locked the door again. After a few minutes, I shakily got to my feet and drove back home. I thought long and hard about quitting that job, but then--if they ever came back through town, I'd surely miss them. So I stayed!!
