Hotload84 Posted September 3, 2010 Report Posted September 3, 2010 Pure Poetry A park on my way home Entered the bathhouse Lights out Very dark Two guys Waiting for me? Approached the urinal Two stiff cocks Thrust into my palms Hands on my ass Inside my waistband Undid my belt Who could resist? Pants to my ankles Briefs down too Bent forward Crouched low Assumed the position In the dark Couldn’t see Only felt Dick thrust in me Hard. Without compassion Gyrating, swaying, moaning, A grunt and withdrawal Silhouettes left the toilet I stood alone Fingering my hole A little sore Very wet Then to my lips To taste the spunk within me. Quote
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