Date: Sun, 4 Oct 2020 22:18:21 -0400
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Subject: Public Bathroom at the Edge of Town

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When I was nine, I used to ride my bike everywhere. I would ride around
town to the arcade and down to the beach. I didn't have a lot of friends
but I had my bike so I could go anywhere I wanted. It was so freeing. I
didn't really want to be at home very much. My mom had married a man that I
didn't like at all, some fat hairy biker named Rex. He just sat around the
house all day while my mom worked her ass off.

With my mousy brown hair and blue eyes, I was a real boy next door type,
scrawny and very small for my age. It was infuriating, because people often
thought I was much younger than I was. I wanted to be an adult and do adult
things! But this particular summer, I was stuck at home with Rex most of
the time. Whenever I walked by the living room, he would look me up and
down and give me strange looks, so I tried to be outside of the house as
much as possible.

One way I could avoid being home with Rex was the public library. I loved
it there! The lady librarian was really nice and helped me find books on
dinosaurs and astronomy, my favorite subjects. I would sit in that library
for hours and imagine what it was like to live in the time of giant lizards
and I wouldn't feel so lonely anymore.

One afternoon in mid-August, I was at home reading about the Brontosaurus
in one of my library books. Rex was passed out on the couch, even though he
was supposed to be watching me while my mom worked. Suddenly there was all
this motorcycle noise in the street, followed by loud voices and banging on
our front door. Rex yelled that the door was open. Two guys came in, and I
recognized the larger of the two. He was a bricklayer from Serbia named
Yuval. I guess he was somewhere between fifty and sixty. He looked like a
retired boxer, with big thick lips and a crooked noise. His love of beer
was obvious from the ample gut that peeked out of his grubby T-shirt. Rex
leered at me.

"Looks like the party is here, kid. "

They smoked and drank and burped and acted like animals, to the point where
I couldn't even concentrate on my book anymore and decided to go to the
library. I was just slipping out the back door when I walked straight into
Yuval who was walking in. I guess he had been outside pissing, because when
I bumped into him, he was unzipped and still in the process of putting
himself away. I was in such a hurry that I walked directly into his crotch!
My face found itself unceremoniously pressed against something big and
rubbery, like a fleshy pillow.

"Whoa, slow down there," he said and grabbed my head. But he didn't push it
away. Both of us stood there for a moment, too stunned to move. I could
smell an earthy musk coming from his crotch mixed with his beer breath. He
looked down at me with my face pressed against his penis. I looked up at
him. We both lowered our eyes to see what I had bumped into. My mouth hung
open in shock. Time seemed to stop. I had never seen an adult penis
before. His was dark, much darker than his skin. It was encased in
foreskin. Drunk and unsteady on his feet, Yuval swayed in the doorway. His
dark Serbian member dragged across my cheek leaving a slimy trail. I was
paralyzed with fear. Yuval's eyes seemed to go far away. I stood rapt as
the the thick folds of foreskin started to move back on their own. A pool
of fluid slid slowly from the fleshy depths. When the thick head pushed its
way out of its lair, his big hands tightened around my head.

"Yuval, get in here! It's your turn to deal!"

It was like someone had pressed a button and just like that the world
started back up again. The bricklayer shook his head clear. He looked down
as if surprised to see me.

"Watch where you're going," he mumbled. He stuffed his ample meat back in
his jeans and walked away, leaving me standing there stupidly.

-

I sped on my bike down the side roads towards the library, my heart
pounding in my chest. What was all that skin around his penis? I was
circumcised and this was the first time I'd seen foreskin. My little penis
didn't have anything like that. I thought about the way Yuval's cock had
moved across my face, the wetness on my cheek and I shivered. The wind felt
delicious and cool as it slipped up my thin shorts and tickled my little
boy nuts. I had just started going commando and loved the feeling, even
though I wasn't sure why. For some reason, my cock was hard as a little
nail.

After a couple of hours reading at the library, I figured I would head
home. But first I had to pee. The librarian noticed my frown when I tried
to pull the door open to the boy's room.

"Sorry, you'll have to use the adult restroom in the old parking lot at the
edge of town."

I groaned. That bathroom was awful. It was near the highway, at the back
end of a Park-and-Ride lot overgrown with weeds. The building was a blunt
box of concrete, set back and partially obscured by some trees that had
grown around it. I had only been in there once, when I was four or five. I
had been in the car with Rex and we had stopped there because he said that
he had to take an emergency piss. But when we had got there, Rex had just
idled in his car while he talked about how my mom was a pain in the
ass. The parking lot had been totally empty then and it had seemed like a
good time for him to go pee, but for some reason he didn't get out. It was
like he was waiting for something. I fiddled with my Rubik's Cube while he
talked.

Eventually, another car had pulled up and I saw a young boy about my age
jump out of the car and run towards the bathroom, grinning. He looked
thrilled, like he was walking into Disney World. An older man, probably his
grandfather, got out and leaned back against the car and started
smoking. He was looking directly at us.

"Come on, kid," Rex said as he hopped out of the car. I had followed him
inside. By that point, I had to pee too.

The inside had smelled like urine and sweat and something else - something
musky. There were three urinals and the boy was at the the little one, made
for kids. Rex walked up and took the one to his left. I was pee shy so I
made for the stall. While I tried to pee, I heard the sound of Rex
unzipping his pants. After a moment, I heard his belt buckle being
undone. I tired to pee, but it wouldn't come. Then I heard groaning.  "Ohh
yeahhh," Rex said. "Oh that's realllly nice." He must have been relieved
from peeing. The smell was really bothering me though, and so I flushed the
toilet and hastened outside without looking at Rex or the boy. I bumped
straight into the grandad, who was just coming into the bathroom as I was
leaving.

"Sorry, sir" I mumbled. I sat in the car until Rex finally came out. His
face was red and sweaty and he looked like he'd been running a
marathon. When he got in the car, he smelled of something musky and warm.

"I needed that." He said.

-

And that's all I remembered about the bathroom. I was not looking forward
to having to use it again. That smell had stuck with me. And now that the
library bathroom was closed, I really had to go! Whenever I had to go and
an expected bathroom wasn't available, it made me have to go even more!
Ugh. I hopped on my bike and rode towards it with a strange feeling of
anticipation and dread.

The parking lot was empty except for a huge 18-wheeler and an old Harley.

When I opened the door to the bathroom, the smell hit me again. I heard
some movement by the small row of three urinals, one of which was occupied
by a man, a short fat guy in jeans, with a gray beard.  I was very shy
around adults and immediately went to the try the door of the closed
stall. It was locked.

"I'm busy in here" a voice grumbled.

I went up to the kiddy stall, leaving an empty one between me and the big
fat man, who looked old enough to be my grandfather. He was heavyset and
had very thick hairy arms. I was much shorter than him. He had on gray
sweatshorts and a tank top from which sprang a thicket of black and grey
hair. He was wearing construction boots with thick white socks. When I
stepped up to the stall, he acknowledged me with a grunt.

As I tried to pee, I noticed that the smell wasn't so bad anymore, even
though the hot August day had turned the bathroom into a small oven.. It
was earthy and smelled like sweat, but it made my little penis tingle. So
much so that I couldn't pee.  
In my peripheral vision, I could
see that the short fat man was moving his hand in a lazy rhythmic motion. I
tried not to look but was having a hard time. I noticed that on the
bathroom floor were a few distinct pools of a pearly liquid, as if someone
had squirted Liquid Ivory. I couldn't take it any more -- I looked over to
see what the fat man was doing. Holy shit! My eyes almost popped out of my
head. His athletic shorts were pushed down, wedged just below and held down
by a big hairy ball bag. His shirt was pushed up past his belly
button. Brown and silver hair covered his fat gut. His legs and arms were
covered in that same silver and black hair. I had never seen such a hairy
person. He was like a gorilla.

But what made stare was what he had in his hand. It was just like Yuval's
but much, much thicker, like the last seven inches of a baseball bat, but
instead of wood, it was made of flesh. With his eyes on the wall in front
of him, the man was leaning back and lazily stroking the giant tube. He
couldn't get his hand around half of it, but still he stroked. On the
outstroke, his foreskin pushed forward and bunched up in a cowled . The
head disappeared into the folds and left a good two inches of skin bunched
up at the end. Then he'd pinch it off and the sloppy, puckered folds filled
up with a white cream that looked almost like pudding. When he stroked his
has hand back, the foreskin seemed like it was giving birth. An oval head
at least three inches wide emerged from the folds, spreading the creamy
substance across the head in messy white globs. He repeated this motion
with slow, methodical strokes, never even looking over at me.  My heart
started beating hard and the blood rushing in my temples made me feel
dizzy.

The door banged open and I was jolted out of my reverie. I leaned forward
to cover the painful erection that I had popped. The fat man didn't do
anything to hide what he was doing. A boy about my age or younger stepped
between us.

"Hurry up and pee, Timmy," the voice behind us said. "I'll be right here"

The fat guy leaned back a little, his arm still clearly moving back and
forth as he stroked himself. I stared down at my small penis and tried hard
to be invisible.

By now the kid next to me had noticed what the fat man was doing and he was
blatantly staring, his mouth agape.

"Hurry up and pee, son. Mom is in the car," his dad said. He couldn't have
been more than five feet behind us at the sinks. The fat man was lean back,
almost like he wanted to the dad to see what was happening.

"But, Dad," the kid said. "I..."

The man came up behind us.

"I am not going to tell you again, let's go or --"

The fat man slowed his rhythm. He hefted his monstrous penis up, the weight
of it causing it to arch and hang down. With his foreskin pulled up to a
wrinkled elephant snout, he began to make a motion like he was milking a
cow. We all stood watching his obscene display, dumbstruck. The fat man
stepped back a bit more from the urinal to make sure all three of us could
clearly see what happened next. A big glob of white cream blossomed in the
cup of his foreskin. Then more appeared and the thick, viscous fluid began
to run down his shaft. He gave his penis a deliberate slow shake downward
and creamy goo slid from his penis and splattered on the the grubby
tile. So *he* was the one making the Ivory Soap pools, I thought. What
would it be like to get down there and lick it off the floor? I was
immediately disgusted at the thought. Something twitched inside me,
though. Something forbidden and exciting.

The dad whistled. "You don't see many like that," he said.

For a moment all three of us stared at the sloppy tube as the man stroked
it, producing more of the creamy lather. Without warning, the boy reached
his hand out and wrapped his little fingers around the man's gargantuan
prick. The fat man groaned as the little hand tried in vain to get a grip
on the giant shaft, almost immediately getting covered in the man's creamy
white goo. For twenty seconds, there was an obscene squishy noise made as
the child masturbated the fat man.

"That's enough" the dad weakly. "Please....we have to go. I....". His eyes
were wet mouth was hanging open in a kind of stupor, as hypnotized as his
son by the man's immense meat. I saw that the bathroom windows were frosted
to prevent anybody from seeing outside or inside.

"I just want to...see it close up," he whispered.

The boy pulled on the cock and the man moaned. He turned, the thick hairy
folds of his gut hanging over his cock. The little hand pulled the elephant
snout skin back, his fingers frothy with the white stuff. The boy's head
drew closer to the adult penis in his hand. When there was about an inch
between them, he slid the head slid out from the skin. He gave a soft coo
and opened his mouth.

A car honked outside and we all jumped. The man grabbed his son by the back
of his jacket. A long line of white juice connected the boy's hand with the
fat guy's cock. It stretched and sagged.

"Enough, Timmy. Let this man finish his pee."

"But Dad, I wanna see"

"No, we're leaving, young man."

"But I should wash my hands. They're all covered in --"

"We don't have time, boy. Let's go."

With his father pulling him to the day, I saw the boy hungrily licking the
man's juice from his hand like the remains of a melted ice cream cone.

And then they were gone, leaving me staring at the man masturbating in
front of me.

-

For a moment everything was quiet except for the squishing noise as the man
pleasured himself. The fluid was thicker now, a real froth. I had no idea
that a man's body could produce milk like this and I found my curiosity
start to replace my fear. I don't know how long we stood there like
that. It felt like hours.

When the man spoke, his voice was deep and rich.

"Do you like that, kid?"

My mouth was completely dry. I didn't know what to say so I just nodded
dumbly.

"Good. That's good. Because I need you to do me a favor. Can you do that,
son?"

I hesitated for a second, then remembered how much I wanted to be an adult
and do adult things. If this man needed help with something, I wanted to be
a man and help him out.

"Uh huh," I said.

"Well, see, I got this problem. I got a certain condition where I make a
lot more stuff than other guys. Like, a lot. And its best if I get rid of
it in a place that won't be too messy. I parked my rig in the lot out
there, because I don't wanna make a mess in there. I stopped in here to do
my private business and here you boys are getting me all distracted."

While he was talking, my eyes had wandered back to his hand. The white
fluid was all over his it, covering it like Elmer's glue. His slick fist
glided up and down and each time he pulled the skin back, more of it burped
out of the thick slit that ran down his fat cockhead. I felt myself drawn
to him as if by a powerful magnet. I moved closer.

"That's right, boy. Come on over here next to your Paw Paw. His hands
getting awful tired."

He slowly pushed his shorts to his knees. I saw that they were covered with
huge damp spots, as if he'd been leaking all day. His bare crotch area was
a dark nest of hair that spread out from his thick bush and completely
covered his enormous, powerful-looking thighs like a dark moss. The smell
that came off of him mixed with the bathroom smell and I felt a quiver in
my asshole.. I inhaled deeply, trying to draw his smell into me. I felt his
arm hair against me and I shuddered. I was leaning into him now, his head
above mine. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Do you wanna help old
Eddie out?"

Hypnotized by this man, I nodded. He took his hand off his cock and stuck
out two fingers and examined them. They were slathered with his juice. He
brought them up to my face and held them there for a moment, as if he
wanted me to inspect them. Then he moved the fingers until they were a
hair's width from my lips and held them there. My heart felt like a trapped
bird in my chest, slamming against my chest. I leaned forward and his
fingers touched my lip, then they ran across them, coating them until they
were slick and wet with his stuff. Then the man slipped them inside my
mouth. And I tasted him.

One time on a school trip we had gone to a beekeepers shop. The beekeeper
had shown us how a beehive worked and taken the top of it and shown us the
honeycomb inside. He had even let us taste the honey right off the comb. It
wasn't the same as the stuff in the stores. It was earthier and had a
strange aftertaste, like it was rich with the essence of the bees that had
created it. The stuff on his fingers tasted like that, like it was his
essence. It was strange, but knowing that it came out of him made me want
more. Something unknown and dangerous was blossoming inside of me. It felt
deliciously bad.

"You like that, tiger?"

He scooped more globs of the pearly liquid out his foreskin . I looked at
it, then up at him, my eyes searching his for an answer.

"What is it, mister?" I asked, letting him scoop the mixture into my mouth
like cake batter from a spoon.

He chuckled.

"That's what makes little boys into men, tiger. It's my daddy juice."

I sighed and looked back down at his fingers, the clear sap glistening in
the dull bathroom light. I opened my mouth and he slid three fingers into
my face.

"Eat it, kid." he growled, sliding his meaty fingers all around my mouth
and in between my teeth and gums, he wanted to make sure I was coated with
it. He groaned while he did this and his enormous cock swelled up, pushing
gushers of more white cream into the pool of foreskin. It was running down
his cock and covering his hairy balls. His pubic area what matted down and
shiny with it. He sawed his fingers in and out of my mouth. I gagged a
little when he hit the back of my throat, like I was gonna throw up.

"Hmmm," he said, with a frown. "Looks like you may have a problem."

He looked down at my and then told me to open my mouth. He scooped up more
of his daddy juice and pushed it deep into me.

"Just as I thought," he said. He pulled his fingers out of my throat and
gave me a look of disappointment.

"What?" I asked, looking up at him, scared that I wasn't going to be his
tiger anymore.

He answered me slowly, like he was explaining a complicated math problem.

"Well, you have an obstruction in your throat that big boys don't have."

I was heartbroken. I wanted this big grandaddy man to like me so much!

"I...I do?" I felt my throat. "I don't feel anything there."

"It's hard to see, kid. But it's there, trust me. Sorry." He sighed and
started to pull up his shorts.  I felt myself on the verge of tears.

"Are you sure?" I blurted.

"Yep. There's always an obstruction at first for boys."

"Please, I'll do anything, mister. Can you help me?"

He stopped pulling up his shorts and started to milk his cock absently.

"Well, there may be a way we can open it up. But you gotta try real
hard. Can you do that?"

"Oh yes, sir, I'll try so hard!"

He grinned.

"OK, you just put your trust in old Eddie here and he'll do the best he can
for you - I can't promise you it will work, but we can give it a shot."

I told Eddie that I would do whatever he said.

"First, I need you to get down on your knees."

I knelt down immediately, his huge cock brushing my face and leaving a
trail of his fluids. My bare knees slid on the slimy pool of his stuff that
had gathered from his miking.

"Now, close your eyes and open up real wide. I am going to use my fingers
to try to clear the obstruction but the angle has to be just right or it
won't work."

I did as he said. He fumbled a finger in my mouth then pulled it out.

"I may need to use some of my juice to do the work. It will help me keep
your throat comfortable while I feel around in there to find the
obstruction. If it gets too much and you want me to stop, just raise your
hand."

I nodded again and felt his wet sloppy fingers opening up my mouth. He dug
his hand into my face, sliding his cream into every nook and cranny. The
taste of his essence was stronger now. He grunted and shuffled forward
slightly. I felt his rough work boots against my knees.

"Actually, kid," he said. "It's probably easier if just deliver this stuff
directly into your mouth. That way we don't waste it."

I couldn't speak with his three fingers in me, but I made a muffled sound
of agreement. He slid his fingers out and I started to speak.

"OK, that's okay with me if --" Without warning he slid his big and fat
adult penis into my mouth. The skin covered head caught on my lips then he
leaned forward and eased it in. Once I had a few inches in, he must have
pulled back the thick foreskin back. It felt like something being born into
my mouth. Salty sweetness flooded my tastebuds. Eddie grunted and pulled
the back of my head towards him with his hands. His pressure combined with
the slickness and the lubricated skin sheath caused the head to slide
towards the back of my throat, accompanied by several inches of his fat wet
meat.

"That's it, boy. Let Eddie get his special tool deep in there and see if I
can't clear that obstruction. You'll feel a lot better once we're done."

He put both hands over my ears and gripped them, easing me slowly but
insistently forward onto his giant adult penis. I moaned and reached up to
him for balance, my hands flailing until they found the sides of his
belly. When my little fingers got a hold of his thick belly hair, I felt my
little nail twitch again. My knees kept sliding apart, covered the wet
slimy liquid. Eddie pushed more in and my lips stretched obscenely. It felt
like he was going to tear my mouth open with his giant cock. I panicked as
I felt myself unable to breathe. I raised my hands up to tell him to stop
but he ignored me and kept pushing. I saw stars through my closed eyes and
then my body went slack. It felt like I was falling through space. Falling
through time.

I felt a smack across my face. Eddie was roughly holding my lips mouth open
with his hand. "Don't you pass out on me, kid. You got work to do."

He pulled his horsemeat out of my mouth and his cock-juices and my saliva
ran down my chin my chin.

"Breathe," he whispered, almost lovingly. He scooped up the escaping
juices, pried my mouth open again with his calloused fingers and fed them
back to me. Then with the thumb and forefinger of one hand he spread my
mouth open as far as it would go "Remember, I'm trying to help you,
kid. But you gotta help me, okay?"

I nodded weakly and he guided his fat slab of cock back into my mouth and
eased it in, going farther than it was before. I felt gigantic pressure on
the back of my throat and gagged.

"See? There it is. That's the spot I gotta get, kid. It's just like a
little girl's pussy. Once it's broken, you're a grown up. Do you want that?
Do you wanna be Eddie's little man?"

I very much wanted to be his little man. I wanted it so much that I
concentrated as hard as I could and *willed* my throat to open for
trucker's tool that was pressing against it and cutting off my air
supply. He grunted in pleasure and pawed at my head. As my tiny boy throat
contracted around his penis, I felt the slippery thick meat pouring out
more juice. I felt the foreskin peel back leaving the the head moving down
my esophagus and entering some deep part of me, so deep it felt like he was
lodging in my stomach. Eddie moaned deliriously above me. His strong hands
reached down and gripped my throat, feeling his cock buried behind my
Adam's apple. He fumbled for my throat, and when he found it, he started to
jerk himself off through it.

Water poured from my eyes and snot ran from my nose. I wasn't sure how I
was able to breathe, but making this adult man happy seemed more important
than respiration. Thick syrupy liquid poured from his slit into my belly. I
mewed like a kitten being fed its first milk.

"You like how Daddy's precum tastes, don't you?"

Pre-cum! That's what this white stuff was. I had heard Rex talk about it.

"Of course you do." Eddie answered himself. "All the boys love my juice."

He pulled slowly back and his head retreated back into the sloppy folds of
foreskin. The entire shaft came out of my mouth but I kept sucking hungrily
at the empty air.

"Boy, if you keep doing this, you're gonna get something out of old
Eddie. I told you, it's a big mess. Much bigger than most people can
handle." I barely heard him, I was so hypnotized by his cock. The
smells. The tastes. The way his precum had built up a thick white lather
all over his shaft and crotch. Something took over in me and I grabbed onto
his thick ass cheeks, marveling at the thick hair that coated them.  I
suddenly had an idea. I pulled him to me and his penis slid into me easily
this time, a hot knife into butter. Then I tried something -- I
gulped. Somehow I managed to do it with his cock deep in my throat. It felt
like I was swallowing my own arm. Impossibly, I finally had all of this
trucker's enormous uncut cock in my nine-year old throat.

Eddie roared and grabbed my head, locking my face onto his prick.

"Yeahhhhh, kid. That's it. Eat my meat." His eyes were slits.

He started to build up speed, his thick hairy belly slapping against my
head while he pumped. At some point, I think I started to pass out again.

"Oh no you don't. You're gonna with me until I'm done" he said. He picked
me up effortlessly, his cock still deep in my head. He positioned me on my
knees between the two urinals like I was a rag doll. As he fucked my mouth,
my head smacked against the wall, rattling my brain but keeping me alert.

Eddie was huffing and puffing like a big hairy locomotive, calling me all
sorts of names. He looked down at me greedily as he sawed his mammoth prick
in and out of my throat, using my head like a wet hole for his pleasure.

"Ooh yeah, boy, you like Daddy's dick?"

Tears ran down my eyes as I was impaled on the old trucker's cock. He
pulled it out and smacked his meat all over my face, then, before I could
catch my breath, he buried his swollen cock in me again. He kept doing this
over and over. His hairy belly kept smacking against me. His nuts and bush
were soaked wet with his juice and my saliva.

"Obstruction's almost gone" Eddie panted. His face was beet red and he was
dripping sweat.  "But Daddy's gonna put something in your belly, little
guy. Just to make sure."

My shorts were off now and my knees were sliding all over the place like a
fawn trying to stand up. Eddie didn't seem to care - he was too busy
rutting my mouth.

"Not many men have taken all of my cream. Do you want to be the first,
little man? You gonna take all of Eddie's stuff?"

I didn't know what he meant but my throat instinctively did the thing where
I swallowed around his cock and he started bucking, smacking my head
against the tile over and over while he cursed at me.

"I told you I had a lot, kid! Now get it!"

His giant member expanded in my throat like a balloon being filled with
air. It swelled up so much I opened my eyes and banged against him, begging
him to stop but he was long past caring about anything except nutting
inside the the hole that was wrapped around his huge meat. He grabbed my
resisting hands and held them over my head. He crushed them against the
wall while he powerfucked his cock into my sloppy gullet.

"Oh fuck, you cunt! Take it!"

I felt something traveling up the thick vein of his cock's undercarriage
which had become as thick as a garden hose. Then he flooded my mouth with a
new taste. Something rich and strong and salty. My mouth was so full of
dick that there was nowhere for the salty cream to go but down into my
stomach. I was literally feeding from this man's cock.

"That's my cum, kid! Get it!"

His cock jerked inside my mouth and I swallowed it, pushing the whole
thing, foreskin and all, until it was past my throat and must have lodged
at the start of my belly. He kept pulsing and pulsing and pulsing - eight,
nine, ten, eleven shots. Slowly I felt my stomach start to expand with the
volume of his cum being deposited into me while he rode the crest of his
orgasm.

"Yeah...oh fuck...keep taking it...eat my sperm"

I kept at it, swallowing until I couldn't do it anymore. With his cock
still buried in me, the head eased up and out of my gullet. I tongued the
slit at the head, coaxing more rich jets of his cum from his adult nuts. I
rolled it around and savored the taste of him, trying to get as much as he
would give me.

Finally, he groaned and slumped against my head, his furry belly resting
across my eyes. When his cock slipped from my mouth, cum splashed
everywhere on me, soaking my shirt and chest and my own cock.

"Fuck fuck fuck" Eddie said, panting like he had a run a race. He pulled me
up to him like a ragdoll and brought my face to his.

"Where" he asked, slurping his rich cum up from my face and chest, "did you
learn to do that?"

Before I could answer he brought his face to mine and and kissed me,
sliding his thick cummy tongue deep into my mouth. His scratchy beard stuck
to my wet face and I felt his rough hand gathering up a handful of the
sloppy mess of seed and spit on my chin. Then he slid that sloppy hand back
to my tiny ass and spread the cum around the spot where my two butt cheeks
met. He pushed his goo against my hole. I shuddered.

And that's when we heard the flush of a toilet. We both turned to see the
stall door open. When the man stepped out, my eyes almost left their
sockets.

It was Yuval.