I need adrink!"She opened the bathroom door and I stood there stunned for a moment beforetaking a last look at myself and then following her back to t...e mainparty.As we entered the marquee there were three couples who had swapped clothesand were now dancing rather drunkenly to the disco. I saw another couplemaking love in the corner with flashes of naked skin and lace as theywrithed together.I decided to play up to being a bit drunk like everyone else and as Ientered the marquee I put on a very. I was out at my usual club and was in the mood to party, drink and dance until early hours of the morning. I spotted my gorgeous African spunk of a man across the room. Justin was an incredible lover, with lovely blue eyes, longish dreaded hair, beautifully tanned skin and a body to die for. Justin and I fucked on a regular basis. It was never more than that… neither of us wanted it that way. If I picked up someone else for the night or if he did, it was never an issue. I saw him smile at me. So I decided to pen my first story about how I sucked my first cock in a public toilet in my early twenties.As I wrote, the memories flooded back. Looking back now, I see it was typed in a heated flurry, my fingers typing quickly, my mind wandering to the next forbidden tryst. Once I wrote the initial story, I was quick to follow it up with the next foray of forbidden toilet sex. And so it continued. The tap had been turned on, and my previous encounters were laid bare, if not on paper or. As he moved his headgolden hair cascaded on either side. What troubled him currently morethan the other changes was he could not feel his legs. Craning his headaround the side of his newly acquired bosom he saw a petite waist whichwidened into large thighs, or would have had he not had a green scaledtail from the waist downward. He could not see the tip as it curved backand round the wooden bar he seemed to be attached too.On the verge of losing his mind he tried frantically to move his armsand.