After a couple of minutes the door to the cubicle next to me opened then closed and the lock turned, there was a few seconds of silence before a voice...suddenly tutted and sighed and then someone commented on the graffiti in front of him and its content, something about ringing for blowjobs and a couple of dates to hook up with guys. The voice I recognised instantly though as Ian, the guy I usually chat to. Being slightly curious I leant over and carefully went to peer through the hole in the. The new guy pulled his gym shorts off and he had a 8 inch hard cut, pierced cock. He and Jessie kissed and then started pushing and pulling on each other. The stood up and moved to the corner. So there I was tied to the pole with my hard cock out.I Stood at-ease and a tall, built blond came over and started caressing my chest, then my lips, then down my body. He stood in between my legs and licked the sweat from my arm pits to my waist. He was putting on quite a show. He had on some white. Tracey regained her consciousness, feeling sore, excited and satisfied. God knows, why, she thought. No-one else was around. All was quiet.At that moment, she registered that there was another person nearby.“Well Hi Miss. My name is Ezra,” he said by way of introduction.“I am the Leader of these boys. The reason I am the Leader is because I am bigger, stronger, a better fighter and have a bigger cock than any of them, with a bigger sexual appetite!” he explained.“So what, nigger?” she. I'm feeling you holding me. I'm feeling how good it is to walk in Central Park with you and go to a deli and eat matzo ball soup. I don't like to spend a lot of time talking about how I feel, I have to do something about it. I have to put my feelings to work. Every time I start analyzing and thinking, everything goes wrong. I just want to do something about my feelings, and I don't... I don't want to just look at books and look at movies and read plays. I want to do them. I want to make them.