As I approached the gents I noticed that the door was off its hinges and just leaning against the wall but didn’t think too much about it until I wa... standing there with my shorts halfway down my arse and my semi hard cock in my hand pissing like a racehorse, oh the relief.Out of the corner of my eye I could see that from where Sam was standing behind the bar she had a direct view of me standing at the urinal and she was watching.. I made out that I hadn’t seen her looking and continued pissing. Did you read his sex-studies? Did he see the Schnitzler or did Arthur read Freud?”It was too empty for me. I soon excused myself and returned home. I began reading Wassermann’s stories about sisters, but it was too depressing. I didn’t need realism. Perhaps there was something lighter.*“Sir?”“Yes, Josef?”“There is a telephone call for you.”“And?”“It is Frau Anderson.”“Ah.”“She says she must speak with you.”“I don’t understand.”“I think she is asking whether she can come here.”“I see. Yes,. His mouth and tongue were probing all over as he slurped up my wetness. I didn’t mind his aggressiveness, though. I placed my hands on his head and guided him around for a bit.He pulled away. I think that he was disappointed in himself for losing control. He freed my shorts from my feet. Then he guided me onto my back in a soft patch of grass. We locked eyes for a moment. I asked him, “Do you have a condom?”He still had his shorts technically on, although they were still slid down and his cock. I moved my hand onto my ass and it was bare. My thong was gone and my penis was out, un-restrained. Panic set in and I popped my head up. Two of my friends were totally passed out also. One was on a recliner and one was on the loveseat. "Oh my god, oh my god! What happened?" I panicked more. Just then, I felt something wet. I reached back and with my fingers I touched my anus. I twitched a bit because it was rather sore ...and wet! I touched the wetness and then brought my fingers out from.