I felt one man step over my body, facing my head. He reached down, pulled my head up towards the ceiling, and held it firmly in his two hands. Harry s...ood in front of me and instructed me to open my mouth wide and get ready to swallow. I did what he told me, and soon my mouth was being filled with hot piss. Now I got it: they were taking a “bathroom break” all right, and I was their toilet. I kept swallowing furiously, hardly noticing the taste of hot, stale beer flowing down my throat. After. Plus, if it went bad I could always blame the alcohol for my actions. “I must admit that I do.” I answered Jeff.“Have you ever done anything with a guy before?” asked Jeff with a smile.“No.” I answered.“I didn’t know you were gay Jeff,” I asked after a minute.“I’m not.” He said, “I’m bi, I think. I just get turned on by guys and girls, I still like girls but I just get hard sometimes when I think about guys.”I could tell that he was just as confused inside as I was, but Jeff obviously had had. I stroked the keypad and the window gave me access to a perfect ass.Slowly, reluctantly I withdrew out of that buttery-smooth, pleasure-giving orifice. Caviar indeed! I was still horny and ready for another go, but my time was up. And I had other concerns. Such as where my next meal would come from and where I was going to sleep tonight. I girded my loins, drew on my breathing mask, and steeled myself to step out into the cold, heartless night.I had to admit it -- I was an addict. A sex addict.. ” I took off my clothes and leaned forward so my chest was against the backrest and my ass in the air.Turning around I continued, “Don’t just stand there, fuck me, you old goat.”He fumbled with his pants which he had put on again but when they dropped I let go of a sigh. He was hard and ready.Mr. Brown grabbed my hips and I reached between my legs so I could guide him to my soft spot. I didn’t want him to make any detours for my ass again.“Ah, yes, fuck, you feel good,” he moaned as he entered.