Gas stations can be few and far between along this stretch of north Florida interstate. Fortunately I found a small convenience store that sold gas not too far off the exit, standing by itself on the edge of some woods. There was one pump available. The only other pump had an old Ford Explorer parked next to it and a few children lingering about. As I parked, I counted four different kids ranging from five to ten years old, and a two-year old strapped in a car seat inside. I started to fill my tank and out from the convenience store came kid number six, probably a thirteen year old, and what had to be the father of them all. Their hands were full of candy bars and ice cream, but I was much more interested in the father than the snacks. He looked to be in his mid thirties, tall, light brown hair in a buzz cut, and muscles head to toe. Not big body builder type muscles, but muscles built up over the years by someone addicted to looking good. Seems this daddy has been busy both in the weight room and the bedroom.

I tried not to be obvious with my stares as he handed out the treats to the kids. He was wearing a thin white t-shirt, white warm-up pants and athletic shoes. His shirt and pants were just tight enough to make every muscle obvious. He looked like a prison guard on his day off, or a cop or military man. Regardless, he looked good from every angle, and my cock was taking notice. He bent inside the car to hand the youngest kid an ice cream cone, and I positioned myself so that I had a clear view of his ass. I hadn’t seen any noticeable cock bulge as he walked up to the car, but the view of his perfectly shaped ass was incredible. As I continued to stare, I noticed how thin his pants were. I could easily make out the lines and color of his underwear. He was wearing a white bikini with black trim around the high cut leg openings. The black lines framed his muscular ass like a target. I started to get hard just thinking about running my hands over that ass, and all the other carnal things I could do to it. As he fumbled around inside the car with the candy and the kids his ass moved back and forth, and left and right. I was mesmerized. The hunky daddy’s beefy ass and stretched bikini were making my dick drool. I couldn’t stop staring, even as he backed out of the car, stood up and turned around.

“What are you looking at?”

“Uhh nothing. Sorry,” was all I could manage.

Embarrassed, I quickly finished at the gas pump and practically ran to the bathroom around the side of the building, seeking escape. The tile and concrete bathroom was dark, smelly and well used over the years, but I was safe. I stood in front of the urinal, unsure whether to pee or jerk off my still hard cock.

I hadn’t even had a chance to unzip yet, when I hear the door creak open behind me. I wanted to look but couldn’t. I was afraid it might be him and I wanted it to be him. My heart raced. I heard the bolt slide into place, locking the door, and I knew it had to be him.

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