Pete told him that they were visiting from San Francisco and it too was their first time here. He introduced himself and smiled at the young boy and c...ressed the boy's hand gently as he shook it. Pete then introduced his friend and the three stood and chatted and ordered drinks from a passing waiter as they stood at high round table. The next slow song Pete asked Francis to dance and when he had embraced the boy closely he whispered in his ear how both he and Martin loved young boys so very. The rimming and fingering of over 30 minutes had loosened my asshole.He kept pouring more oil to help my asshole relax more and started going deeper. After every few slow thrusts he would pull his dick out fast and a loud pop could be heard. I could tell he loved it as he kept doing it for some time. Then, he.started increasing his speed and I started feeling some pain.I started whimpering. She consoled me and started kissing me. Soon as his dick started rubbing against my prostate. My whimpers. ” I said looking down at my feet, whatever fight I had drained from me. He turned me back around, pushing me down on my knees, onto the cold cobbled pavement so I was eye-level with his crotch. He pulled out his cock, the bulbous head looked at me menacingly, glistening with pre-cum. He rubbed it in circles around my mouth and over my cheeks. I was trembling and kept leaning vainly trying to keep it away from me. Using his free hand he lightly held the hair at the back of my head to hold it. I decided to sit on the pan and read the graffiti and give my cock a stroke for old times sake, some of the art work was really good and some of the graffiti funny and original, I wondered how many of the written invitations were honest. I heard footsteps on the concrete floor and the door of the adjoining cubicle on my left open and close before seeing movement past the hole in the wall, I continued to slowly stroke my cock though not too obviously as I didn't want to attract too much.