It Happened at a Gas Station

The following is a short piece from of an experiment upon which I embarked after reading too much Charles Bukowski. It describes a scene in which a sexual encounter takes place. However, it could hardly be described as erotic.

It Happened at a Gas Station

I was awkward in the way of men and women. I never knew how to tell a pretty girl that she was pretty or a smart girl that she was smart. I wanted to hold them up like a prize and admire them. I wanted to hold their hand and make them feel safe. I wanted to fuck them. But, I didn’t know how.

One afternoon I stopped for gas on my way home. It was a long drive…maybe forty minutes each way. Every morning into town. Every afternoon back home. I couldn’t afford to live downtown, so I lived with family and drove forty minutes each way. I was pumping gas into my piece of shit car when I heard a woman’s voice. I looked up. She was not a pretty woman. In fact, she looked goddamn awful.

I tried to be polite, “Hi.”

“Do you date?” she asked.

I didn’t know what to say. “Hunh?”

“Do you date?”

“Unh, yeah. I guess so. When I can.” I thought it was a strange question. “I like to go on dates. It’s been a while.” I didn’t understand what she meant.

“Do you want a date?” she asked. As if saying it more slowly would somehow make me understand. “I need a ride to a friend’s house. It’s not very far. I’ll suck your dick.”

“Oh,” I said. She smiled at me. “Ahhh.” I finally understood. I looked at her with apprehension.

“Fifteen,” she said.

I fumbled with the handle of the gas pump as I thought about her offer. It had been a long time since a woman had touched me. I had the fifteen bucks, and I wasn’t looking forward to another day of jacking off. Hesitantly, I agreed. “OK,” I said. “I’ve got to pay for the gas.”

“I’ll wait in the car.”

I didn’t like the idea of that. She was seriously skanky looking. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

I stepped inside to pay. I could see her standing between the gas pump and my car. She looked around nervously as if she didn’t want to be seen. I guess she was watching for the cops.

Never let it be said I’m not a gentleman. I opened the passenger door for her and closed it again after she climbed in. I watched her carefully as I walked around the back of my car and climbed into the driver’s seat. “Where to?” I asked.

“I know a place. Go down this way a block.” She pointed in the direction she wanted to go.

As I pulled out onto the street, she spoke. “Fifteen for a blow job. Twenty-Five for a half-and-half.”

“What’s a half-and-half?” I asked.

“A little fuck and a little suck,” she said.

For a moment I considered how nice pussy would feel. Then I thought of how awful she looked and how awful it would be to end up with a drippy dick for an awful piece of ass. “I guess a blow job would be good,” I said.

“Turn here.” She pointed to the left. “Left again.” I drove for a few hundred feet. “Pull over right up there.” I pulled to the side of the road next to some warehouses. She unfastened her seat belt and turned toward me. “Let’s see what you got, sweetie,” she said.

I looked nervously around. It was four in the afternoon on a bright summer day. “Right here?”

“There’s nobody around,” she said reassuringly.

I paused, then unfastened my seat belt. I handed her a twenty, expecting a five in return. She tucked the twenty into her bra and turned toward me. I slid the seat back slightly. She looked like a daytime hooker, meaning she would look way less ugly in the dark. She smiled. She was missing several teeth…right in front. “What am I doing?” I thought.

“How long you think you’ll take, sweetie?” she asked as I unzipped my shorts. She tugged at my shorts as I fumbled with my boxers, eventually releasing my dick through the fly. I was rock hard and ready to go. “Oh, you won’t take long at all,” she said lowering her head into my lap. I was slightly insulted. I might have said something too, if I hadn’t been interrupted by her wet mouth on my cock.

She worked the head and the last inch or so like it was her job, which it was. She was efficient, but lacked any enthusiasm for the task. She could have been doing piece work in a factory basement for all she seemed to care. I fumbled and tugged at her small tits while she sucked. It was only a few minutes before I knew I was going to come. I didn’t want to. I wanted to enjoy it a bit longer. The way things were going, it may be a while before I get another woman to give my dick any attention. “Slow down a sec,” I implored. But, she was having none of it. She wanted to get the job done and get on with her day. She moved her mouth up and down faster and faster until I couldn’t hold back any longer. Frustrated, I came in her mouth—three then four heavy spurts…and most of my dignity.

She waited a few moments, sucking the last drops from my waning hard on. Without saying a word, she sat up, opened the door and spit my load onto the pavement. I cringed. She spat a few more times and closed the door. She looked around my car for a moment, then grabbed a t-shirt from the back seat and wiped her mouth. “What the hell?” I said loudly.

“It’s your stuff,” she said, throwing the shirt back where it came from.

I zipped up. “My friend’s house isn’t far,” she said. I didn’t want to spend another minute in the car with her, but I felt obligated to give her a ride. It wouldn’t be polite to come in her mouth and dump her by the side of the road.

Turn after turn, we drove deeper and deeper into an already bad neighborhood. Further and further from anywhere I felt comfortable. I began to worry. I wasn’t tough. At least not in a way that would help me if things went badly. Finally, we turned into the driveway of a small house.

“Wait for me, will ya? I want to make sure my friend’s here.”

The moment she vanished inside, I shifted into reverse and got the hell out of there.

The drive home was hot. My car didn’t have air conditioning, and I had to drive with the windows down. I felt dirty…and a little depressed.

I smoked and listened to loud music as the miles piled up behind me, and slowly I began to feel better. As I continued to drive, I slowly began to feel a load had been lifted.

It had.