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myself next to him. Troy shook his head in exasperation at my behaviour.
    I didn’t care. Leaning over, I attempted to kiss Scott on the lips but he pulled away.
    “I can’t,” he said.
    “Am I that ugly?”
    “Stop saying that. You’re not ugly at all. If I was twenty years younger…”
    “I like older men. Just ask Troy.”
    Troy nodded his agreement.
    “I’m not ready for another commitment.”
    “I’m not asking for a picket fence and three puppies. All I want is a fuck.”
    Scott recoiled.
    I stood up shakily and squeezed past Troy. I turned to the bar and in my loudest voice shrieked, “I’m not looking for a lifetime commitment. All I want is a fuck. What does a guy have to do to get a fuck around here?”
    That brought them out of the woodwork. I headed to the toilet in embarrassment as well as to get away from Scott in case I lost my temper even further. I went into the nearest cubicle and sat fully dressed on the bowl. Foolishly I had neglected to lock the door. It was pushed open by none other than Nigel, dad’s work colleague, who took the opportunity to bolt the door behind me while attempting to disguise it with concern for my health.
    “Are you feeling all right now?”
    “Never felt better,” I lied.
    “Good,” he said, lowering his fly. “I have an early start tomorrow so I thought this an opportune time to collect on my investment.”
    He had his pants down around his ankles and was massaging his cock to its full potential before my brain even registered that his investment was the drink he’d bought me earlier.
    “I knew you were a slut the moment I set eyes on you. I bet you suck like it’s second nature.”
    I began to object, “Just a minute—” but I couldn’t finish as he slid his very eager prick into my mouth. I attempted to push him off but he held firm to the back of my head and was poking into my throat before I could stop him. The quick glimpse I’d had of his cock showed it to be far more prepossessing than the man it belonged to. If I could just blot him out and concentrate on the rather nice slab of meat filling my craw I might get through this without throwing up. Nigel wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
    He kept up his barrage of slut talk even after I heard the toilet door open and someone enter the men’s room. It registered that the newcomer stopped close by the cubicle in which we were ensconced and was probably listening to our sexual activity.
    “Suck it good slut. I’m sure you’ll have as many men as you want lined up to get a sample of your blow job skills. Oh, yeah, get your tongue round my knob, boy. I knew you’d be good, little fucker.”
    It was turning me on, except Nigel’s whiny voice was not the one I wanted to hear saying these things to me. I don’t mind role playing a slut but I need someone much more aggressive and powerful than Nigel.
    He let me come up for air, my lips spilling drool down my chin. I sucked it in. “Come on, Nigel, you can do better than that. Pound my slut face, choke me on your big, hard cock so I’ll never forget how good you are.”
    “Good slut faggot boy! Suck it.”
    I gagged, almost puking around the dick that filled my mouth. He was getting into it now and I held his flabby butt cheeks to keep him as far down my throat as I could so as not to taste his nasty seed when he blew. I used all my expertise to bring him off while his string of expletives became less coherent as he raced toward ejaculation. I heard the door open and our eavesdropper leave.
    I took my mouth off and tried one last ruse, “Feed me, daddy. Feed me all your hot spunk.”
    That did it. No sooner had he rammed as far into my gullet as he could possibly go he stood stock still, his body juddering as he shot his cock phlegm deep inside me. I tasted none of it, clearing my throat as he pulled out to keep it down. He wiped his residual jizz on my lips, pulled up his trousers, and then patted me on the head like a favoured pet. “We