“Marshal, do you mean a sack of sugar that’s been wet and is now solid as a rock?”“Well, if you have some like you just mentioned, I’d like ...o have a look. It may be just what I need.”“I got to tell you, you’ll have to hammer off a portion, to sweeten your coffee.”Leaving the hotel kitchen with a brick-size lump of sugar inside a drawstring coffee bean sack, Jeremiah headed straight to his room. He wasn’t long in packing – he’d never fully unpacked since leaving the Kearse home the last time.At. My voice rumbled softly in your ear, deep and menacing. I spoke slowly. "There is nothing you need to do. Just stand, your hands at your side, and wait. You'll know if you need to do anything. Relax." My finger starts on your arm, stroking lightly, slowly moving up. Soon you forget about that finger, innocently making it's way up your arm, distracted by my other hand, which is capturing your thumbs and pulling them behind your back. Your power goes down a notch. Just as both thumbs are secure. Whether it was the tension of standing at the urinals and checking out who was actually having a piss and who was looking at other guys cocks, or sat in a cubicle and listening out for a sign that somebody was up for a little fun, causing your pulse to race and your member to quickly harden.Standing there in the dimly lit murk, the smell of defecation, stale piss and old cigarette smoke, undercut with the smell of industrial strength bleach. Once you'd had a couple of encounters, it was amazing. The after taste was so good and I did not have to wait long before he filled my mouth again. My tongue played with his cum and I loved how good it was.After a while I swallowed his gift and then licked his penis clean. His manhood was still erect and I started to stroke him while we kissed deeply.He started to play with my penis and I moaned,our lips tight against each others.Our tongues playing in each others mouth. I laid back on the carpet and felt him suck my penis into his wet mouth. My.