Mine was already boned and pointing to the ceiling where the spiders spun gossamer webs in draughty corners. The place was getting pretty crowded. More people came in. The door squeaked open again. He didn’t flinch. We got our cocks out and started pissing. The air was filled with the combined ammonic stench of piss and cum. It was steaming, man. He reminded me of an athlete – one of those guys who could run the 100 metres in less time it takes you to sneeze. I slipped it into my mouth and allowed him to start again. I stood right next to him – real close. Anyway, the doors and windows were open. My flow was restricted by the erection. He didn’t flinch. I was on iced cider, the latest craze. I sucked him dry and then started blowing him for real. He didn’t flinch. I stood right next to him – real close. Then I was aware of something else. I stood right next to him – real close.
