Chapter 18

How nice of the pair. How convincingly sweet and kind. Or, were they just being selfish like every other guy in the club, willing and ready to get their rocks off with some satisfying work, which included a downpour of golden showers? No thanks. I passed.

I finished my piss, steered my way around them, was man-handled like a toy, and made my way out of the stall and into the cluster of men that were cock-to-ass packed inside the small bathroom. Calmly I worked my way through the homosexual mass, felt a number of pinches, pushes, probes, and spanks. Queer deviants took advantage of my availability within the restroom’s confines. I had become meat for their carnivorous needs. A pretty boy without morals.