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.