I never thought smoking would actually get me in trouble.
It was a breezy Friday evening and I had been planning this particular one for months now. I turned 18 a week ago and I'd just been so excited about everything that came with it. I'd fantasized about how my 18th birthday would be like and how things would go and honestly I was enjoying every part of it.
I was sure as hell looking forward to this next part. I had never had sex with another guy, only just made out with Drew from the soccer team a lot but he had a girlfriend. Then there was Vince, he was older, was in his final year in college and I'd known him my whole life so I wanted it to be him.
He was exactly what I wanted my first time to be, not too muscular like Drew but just fit and good looking, his dick was not too big either, just a bit above average. I'd seen it, touched it and he knew I wanted it but he wanted to wait until I was older.
His chest was almost smooth, just a tad bit fuzzy near the crotch which he also kept neat. His dick was thick and veiny, cut and it felt so hefty. I would finally get to suck it and ride it tonight. I was fully prepared and had even practiced a little with a toy because I was worried about how thick it was.
My dad gave me the sedan on my birthday, tonight the only thing on my mind was jumping Vince's bones. I was gonna drive off to his place around 10, just after my shift at the gas station mini mart ended. The streets were deserted this time of night, not even 5 customers in the past couple of hours. The gas station was just on the outskirts of town just close to where the road split off onto College Road and the other one headed to the city.
A man walked into the store just as I was about to call it and head out back for a quick smoke before I left. He walked around for a while and did not look up at me once until I asked if he needed any help. His large green eyes were perched under bushy eyebrows and his furry mustache seemed to be dancing, but then he gave me a swift up and down look. He put his phone back in his pocket and eyed me yet again before he reached behind his head with one arm in a sort of yawning way, raising his tshirt rim to reveal his very hairy chest and distinct v-line.
'You got any smokes kid?' he asked in his very deep, husky voice.
'They are over here, sir.' I pointed at the rack just beside me.
He was a really chill, older guy, so carefree. He fumbled through the options available then he just shrugged.
'Anything the matter?' I asked.
He did it again, eyed me up and down, this time more hungrily than before. I was kinda creeped out, He was well in his 30's and him eyeing me like this with those hungry eyes just made me remember that I had been wearing the tiniest blue shorts with no underwear on because I was headed straight to Vince's after this.
'Visiting the wife's family, might need something stronger after all,' he said pointing to the liquor section.
As soon as he left I started to get ready to leave and as I walked out I felt the breeze through my shorts. The man was still there, just standing outside with his phone and bottle in one hand and reaching into his pocket with his other hand. My heart lurched, there was no one else around. Mila hadn't arrived yet for her shift, I was about to be murdered.
He pulled out a nicely rolled joint.