Jason climbs onto the counter

Before you can deiced, you watch, stunned as Jason Becker pulls off your cock....and climbs onto the counter on all fours. He's dressed in the uniform of the gas station's employees: blue vest over a red polyester polo and tan slacks (and somehow even manages to make that look fucking hot), but not for much longer. You can only gape as Jason slips his jeans off, boxers and all, and shifts to lean back on his heels, balancing with both his palms flat on the counter, then carefully lines his hole up with your cock.

And just like that you're throwing your head back and moaning, as Jason Becker, straight alpha jock, lowers himself down onto your cock and starts to ride you, on the counter of a gas station convince store.

His cock is still rock hard and slapping up against his covered abs as he pulls himself up and down your shaft. His eyes swivel around the empty store in horror before settling on you, and he swears. and starts to shout in his most commanding and degrading voice. "Are you....are you fucking touching yourself to this fag? S-" He throws back his head and moans, as your cock finds his prostate. When he starts talking again the air of demand is gone, and instead he sounds like he's pleading. "S-stop! Look away! Get the f-f_uck ou_t!" The last comes out half wail, half moan as he rams your cock back into his prostate.

"Oh please! Oh fuck! O-oh-oh GOD!" He moans...and you see his cock tense just for a moment, before it sprays ropes of seam into the air. The first few splatter onto the counter and floor, bust most ends up soaking his vest and shirt...with a few landing on his face, and you think, his hair. And all the while he keeps fucking himself on your cock.