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yet.
    Kerry cried out again, riding the wave of her second climax.
    Mario peered down the funnel, into the dark hole.
    Is someone moving in there?
    He pumped his fist a few more times and massaged the underside of the head with his fingertips.
    “FFFFuck!” cried Kerry.
    To hell with it. I’ve done worse.
    Mario dropped his jeans and kicked free, still in his shoes and socks. Over at the moulding, he eased himself inside. He placed his hands against the wall in front and leaned forward.
    Suddenly panicked, he glanced around the booth and ceiling, searching for any hidden cameras.
    If they think they can film it and blackmail me…
    Kerry screamed her loudest yet.
    “Oh Christ,” Mario moaned. His balls throbbed, eager to spill their load. He tried to remember the last time he was this rampant and in dire need to orgasm. “Come on!”
    Something touched him.
    Mario shot back, his penis sliding free of the moulding. He peered inside.
    The hole remained vacant.
    Get a grip, man. If you don’t do something soon, you’re spending the rest of the night with an aching sack.
    Slowly, he re-entered the moulding, poking his dick through the hole.
    Something tapped the end of his penis.
    Mario gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to back away. He imagined a girl on the other side. Not the typical big breasted blonde in revealing lingerie that most men fantasised about, but something more unique. A girl who still held that spark for him. A virgin. Young and dressed in a plain skirt and white blouse. The thought of peeling off that blouse and exposing the small, pert breasts underneath brought the tightness back to his testicles. She was behind the wall, and had dabbed the tip of his cock to take off the bead of pre-cum. She held her hand up to her mouth and licked the stickiness from her fingertips, tasting its forbidden sweetness for the first time…and then…she leans down…her face inches from the throbbing member poking from the hole…
    Mario closed his eyes. The images ran through his head in slow motion. He watched the girl, her mouth opening wider and wider until…
    He looked down. Her mouth had become the gaping hole he impaled. Warm, unseen lips closed over his head, sucking it as a child sucks on a lollipop. Mario gasped and struggled not to shoot from the long desired attention. The lips, wet and slippery, moved higher up his shaft, taking in every exposed inch.
    Mario squeezed his fists and pressed them against the wall. His muscles bulged and his buttocks clenched. His prostate pulsed, warning of its imminent squeeze.
    “Not yet…” he moaned. “Oh please God, not yet.”
    The mouth travelled further still.
    Mario had received more blowjobs than most, but only a few had reached this calibre. He longed to see the person, male or female, that could deliver such pleasure in the simplest of ways.
    A tongue lapped at the tip of his aching cock, and the lips pulled back, sliding over the shaft of flesh, leaving the skin wet, cold and tingling. The second the mouth reached the end, it shot straight back up to the hilt.
    “Christ,” Mario screamed.
    On command, the mouth pumped up and down. The lips tightened around him. The tongue worked into a frenzy.
    Mario grasped the moulding with both hands. His knuckles blossomed white. He pounded his hips back and forth with his mystery player’s motion. Like hot mercury, he felt his heat climb higher and higher until-He cried out, his dick pulsating and spraying its seed in abundance.
    His legs trembled and threatened to give way, but he held onto the moulding, leaning over it.
    “Christ,” he said again. A warm fuzzy sensation spread through his balls. He felt one last miniscule spurt escape him. “Christ.”
    He fell back. His penis, still hard and glistening, slid free.
    Out of breath, Mario leaned forward and stared into the hole. Again, something moved on the other side of the wall, the darkness hiding it from view.
    “Thank you,” he whispered. “Oh God, thank