I got up and slowly opened the front door to my apartment. No one was in the hallway, so I stepped out and went over to Brad, the snotty homophobe's, ...partment. His door was wide open and the only light that was on came from the kitchen. I walked in and surveyed the dump. The dining room table was tipped over with Brad laying on the floor next to it. He looked like he was out. Next to him was a bottle of whiskey and broken glass. His buddies were also passed out in the living room. And then,. I knew all along she was going back to Dallas and I was going to be going back to San Francisco after this trip was over. I was very sad when we packed up the tent and hitchhiked over to the airport. I had changed around my flight so as to spend another few days with her. But it was still damn sad when we hugged good bye and she got on her flight to LA and I went and had some breakfast while killing a couple of hours before my interconnecting flight to Oahu and then to SF and felt like. I walked in and went to the urinal which was a trough style. There was 2 trough style toilets in an L shape and 2 cubicles which i had never been in or used. As i walked in i noticed there was an older guy standing at the urinal too, he looked at me as i walked in and shot me a smile, i didnt think anything of it and smiled back. Went to the urinal and did my business. I noticed that the guy kept looking over at me and that was when my mind started to wonder. Was he looking at my cock? was he. He told me to get on my knees straight away and sniff his crotch, forcing my face into his hardening cock. The masculine Snell of his cock and balls already getting me horny. He then ordered me to strip whilst still smelling his crotch. Then he told me to get on the bed on my stomach in just my underwear. He pulled them down and spanked my round ass, watching it jiggle and my dick slowly hardened, then he forced his face into my tight boy pussy, his beard tickling my smooth anus and his tongues.