I looked inside and saw another, much smaller, sexier, guy by the sink with his shirt off washing his face. I pretended to clear my throat to get his ...ttention. He slowly looked over, and i shot him a wink and asked him how things were going. He started to tell me that he was the attendant for the bathroom, but i thought that was strange for a gas station. I walked in, and over to the urinal and unzipped my pants. Out flopped my 5 inch dick. I know, I know, small, but I've never had a. When he got there, he was greeted by a small wall of a human being. Zach said, “Justin. Ant. You two aren’t going anywhere for now. Mark, get your ass out of there.”Mark walked by the two guys and said, “Have fun, boys!” and walked by Zach. He grabbed a towel and had a seat on the bench. Zach stood at the front entrance to the showers, making sure that nobody went either in or out.Roughly fifteen minutes later, the two of them headed out of the showers. They were both smiling and being playful. All that about macho or sissy. I had grown completely heterosexual and my anal explorations might be interpreted by my wife as "changing teams". So I kept it a secret. As our sexual new life progressed so did my anal sexual satisfaction. Bought several dildos, anal vibrators and other anal toys. Kept it all very well hidden and enjoyed a double life at my own home. Every opportunity I had being alone I fucked my ass and hit that male "g" spot that gave me explosive cums. I really was in sexual. "Let me wash that for you," I said with a grin as I took the soap from his hand. I rubbed the soap across his broad back and rubbed his skin with my free hand. He turned his back into the spray to rinse it off. Looking down, I could see that he was aroused. "Let me wash that big, hard cock now, daddy." I could see him staring at my heavy boobs. I ran my hands and the soap along the hard erection and then reached down and rubbed the soap on his balls. When I wrapped my fingers around his.