In a quiet voice, he said, “I figure that Jack probably needs a drink about as much as I need one.”Giving him a soft smile, Sharon said, “You go...ahead. I’m sure you’re right.”Greg pulled into the parking lot of the bar that Jack pointed out. It was the only car in the parking lot and Greg wondered why Jack had picked this place. The two men got out of the car and made their way to the building. Once inside, Jack nodded to the grizzled bartender and then took a seat at the bar. Greg would have. This didn't happen, so I tidied myself up and resumed my journey home, with the constant thought of what I had seen playing on my mind.This encounter alerted me to the possibility that other toilets might have such a hole, and I started checking when ever I had the opportunity. Within a month, I discoverd that my local shopping centre had a toilet with a peep hole, and this discovery happened with a guy only a few years older than me wanking his cock in a very seductive manner.Again, my knees. Another growl had me noticing he already had his pants unzipped and his hard cock out and thrusting into me before I could prepare myself. I felt like I was going to explode. He had my wrists pinned against the wall above my head and I wrapped my legs around his waist feeling him slide deeper into me. He pounded into me again and again pressing me harder and harder into the wall until I thought me, him, and the wall might all melt into one entity. My finger’s bit into the skin on his shoulders. I responded by moaning a little louder, deep in my throat. I could sense his raw, primal lust as he let the full length of his thick shaft lay between my cheeks, dragging it across my hole. I loved feeling it there and I reached back to grab a hold of it and hold it in place whilst I moved my ass up and down his shaft. Wanking him with my ass cheeks and rubbing it all over me.Darius leaned forward, insistently pressing against me, making me feel his full weight, pushing me forward. He used his.