But after that initial surprise, Mason was so overcome by excitement he wrote this off. He must work at the circus, Mason thought. Maybe he’s a traveller, that explains the dirty vest. Hell, the almost-washed-off make up is kinda hot. Mason could swear the man looked taller than before too, and as his eyes travelled down to the man’s cock, indian he could swear that was bigger too. “No” Mason replied “I want it this time” The man asian turned his full body and grinned at Mason. A wider grin than last time, Mason thought, but again the thought was dismissed. The man stroked his cock amateur and took strides towards Mason. “You wanna touch my dick, don’t you kid” he said. “You ever touched another man’s cock before?” “Yeah” Mason lied. He was quicker this time, he reached out and touched the man’s cock. It felt so warm in his hand. The precum oozing out of it made it perfectly slippery. Jesus, Mason thought, there sure is a lot of it. The man reached out to touch Mason’s throbbing 5” but in some sort of cruel irony, they heard the toilet door open again. Mason didn’t run. Instead he turned towards the urinal to hide his almost-painful hard-on. The man did the same. Whoever entered the bathroom went straight into a cubicle. There were three in a row, and he had entered the closest one to the door, directly behind where the man had originally stood. The man turned, and Mason thought he was going to leave – but was relieved when he didn’t. Instead, he walked towards the middle urinal and turned to face Mason as he entered and did that grin again. Fuck he’s sexy, Mason thought. The man shut the cubicle door. Mason was confused at first, but he didn’t want to leave and so he entered the third cubicle. He waited at first, staring down at the gap on the floor between his and the man’s – and then he spotted it. A cut-out in the shape of a circle made for a gap between the two cubicles – it was a glory hole. It perfectly met where Mason’s cock was, and as he stood staring at the hole, the man slipped a finger through. Mason knew what he wanted. Quickly, he pulled out his cock and pushed it through the hole as the man retracted his fingers. The man stroked it at first, slowly. Mason felt him rub his finger against his cock head, circling his piss slit. The man retracted his finger and Mason could swear he heard him licking it. The furthest toilet flushed, and whoever had entered opened their door and headed straight out of the toilet. The pair was alone at last. “What’s your name?” the man asked. His voice was rough and scratchy. He’s fucking perfect, Mason thought. “My name?” Mason replied. Did he really want this stranger to know his name? “Yeah, I kinda like to know who’s cock I’m putting into my mouth” he heard. “So, uh, I'll pick you up. I don’t care if she fucking dies. The raw vivid scene plugged right into some of my nastiest desires. I fired the asian final blast into her, my body trembling as the bliss billowed through me. But as I heard Miss moaning and nearing an orgasm of her own, I suddenly found myself right on the edge. I meant what I said – I amateur was going to do what Mitch couldn’t, and truly make her feel whole. I find myself looking for you, hoping to bump into you, but feeling that somehow, in this large, but limiting building, you are avoiding me. She heard Brad brushing his teeth at the sink. Another man knelt behind her and rubbed his prick against her slick asshole. “Here use that to mop off my cum once it's good and wet.” Once again, Fred came to the rescue! "Even if it is me?" Brad asked, still not willing to say if he indian does or doesn't think of her.