Conversion Stories

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.


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