“Brock?”Calvin stared after the man as he ran out of the bathroom stall.Heheard the outer door being wrenched open and then slammed closed.Well,I’veheard of wham,bam,thank you,man,but this is ridiculous.
Then Calvin realized his soft—and still damp—dick was hanging out of his pants.Tucking himself back in,he went to the row of sinks,washed his hands,dried them,and slowly made his way out of the bathroom.He felt strangely depressed.He guessed he should have expected Brock to get an attack of What the hell have I done.