“What?”, he said with shock in his voice. Once again, he looked through the hole at me and then caught a glimpse of my miniscule and pathetic cock...“Can I come to your stall?”, he asked.“Sure. But don’t you think we’ll get caught?” I asked him hesitantly.“I doubt it.” he said. “Besides, no one ever comes to this bathroom when they have the locker rooms.” I unlocked my stall door and there stood a young military guy in shorts and a tee. The bathroom was dimly lit and even if someone did come in,. We stared out over the river and just kind of relaxed in the comfort of each other. “You put your finger in my bum…why?” I was a bit surprised by this but answered as best as I could. “It just kind of happened really. I didn’t plan that part, but you were so wet and as I was stroking you I noticed that you would breath in every time I went over your bum hole. I thought it felt good for you so I just let things go further. Are you mad?”“No, not at all. Lorlei told us you did that with her, but I. I was taken aback at first.Yes, I expected her to wear something sexy for a sex-date but then she outplayed all my imaginations! A strapless red bra that could only partially contain her boobs and a pair of red thongs that had knots on the sides imagine how would you feel if you got to learn driving on a sexy Mercedes?Something of the sort was soon to happen to me. She had a pierced nose and it looked so sexy on her. So unlucky was her hubby who did not remain at home for half of the year like. My soul is charred with tainted thoughts — constantly I find it wasting away into nothingness, therefore securing the personality of a less than human creature. I find myself screaming on the inside, unable to break free of my pain. I wear a mask of contentment that grows weaker; my smile however happy it may appear is a charade- a fake twitch of the muscles for my audience. I feel angry, I feel unworthy, I feel caged and I feel empty. These emotions make me want to break free — to leave this.