"He looked at me with one eye, still sucking halfway down my shaft and kept going. There was a split when I thought about pulling out, thinking that h... would expect me to swallow too.I wasn't gay. I wasn't going to swallow his cum...But then I started shooting.And he drank it down greedily, my head tingling and sensation from his flicking tongue.You know that feeling sickening, churning regret once you've cum? When you look at the porn still playing and wonder what the fuck is wrong with. All that, plus this winning smile... I whispered to myself," Shit, you're going to have to beat them off with a stick. Make thattwo sticks." I really let that sink in for a moment. "Well isn't thisjust perfect, Lenny boy. You spend all your spare time trying to bepretty, and now that you're a knock out, you're not sure if it's sucha great thing?"I turned and sat back down on the toilet lid, resting my elbows on myknees. I let my mind wander over all of the things that I hadn'twanted to think. Or go to a salon and get waxed.”“Ow, waxing hurts.” Her mouth pursed into a shape that reminded him how they’d looked circled around the inflated shaft of his cock barely two hours before.“You already look…pretty smooth,” he pointed out.“Yeah,” she grinned, “but I like to keep it that way, and sometimes it’s hard to reach everything by yourself.”He looked skeptical, while the pulse in his cock only began to hammer harder. She held the razor up toward him, putting a plaintive pout behind it. He. Just to make sure, I walked over to the bus stop with my dog, a good excuse if anyone came by.The walls of the shelter were double slats with pieces of 2x4 as a frame. I noticed lots of old knot holes all over which was perfect for my mission. I noticed a broken slat halfway across the shelter in the back . . . a perfect place for the mic. Using double sided clear tape, I completed my mission, concealing my new voyeuristic toys. I rushed back to the basement and loaded up the new software..