He needs something in his mouth. Immediately.
Another dinner talk with his parents about his homosexual „tendencies“ how they call it. He can’t listen to this anymore, needs his head on something else, needs to feel fullness on his tongue.
There’s a bar outside town, with „special“ bathrooms.
Another dinner talk with his parents about his homosexual „tendencies“ how they call it. He can’t listen to this anymore, needs his head on something else, needs to feel fullness on his tongue.
There’s a bar outside town, with „special“ bathrooms.
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The bartender greeted him but Steve went straight ahead. No drink, no smalltalk. His skin was itching.
The stall was clean, thats what he liked about it the first time he came here. It wasn’t what he expected. He sat down on the toilet seat,
When the bathroom door opened his mouth started to water. He could hear the guy washing his hands, then entering the stall next to him.
Steve didn’t make a sound, maybe the guy was new and didn’t know what he just ran into. Maybe he just
„Hey.“
„Hey.“ Steve replied.
That‘s how you communicate in this world. No big words needed. And the guy seemed to know what he was doing, because a second later a cock emerged from the hole next to Steve.
He looked at it. It was clean, thank god. But there was something
Steve has seen a lot of cocks in her, small ones, thick ones, tiny ones that he couldn’t even suck at. The dirty ones he ignored. But he has never seen one that he thought
Eager as he is he took the whole length in his mouth and almost choked.
„Easy.“
Steve doesn’t want easy right now, he WANTS to choke on this cock. He continues to shove the length down his throat, gagging loudly, the tip hitting the back of his throat again and again until he