Some details have been changed, but this is a true story that happened to me about ten years ago.That summer break, I headed home from college. Gay sex We locked eyes and, unlike me, I didn’t look away. He wasn’t as long as me, but much, much thicker with a mushroom head that looked like it could down some damage. He and I caught eyes again, but I decided to up the game with a head nod of ‘hey man’. The lines were longer than normal but not terrible. I even think I turned my head towards him as I walked by. He reached out and grabbed my stubbly covered chin as I pointed my cock in to the toilet, standing slightly. For a few seconds we shared eye contact and even a smile, while he never stopped chatting with his buddies.They made it through TSA, as did I. A wet ball of liquid was slowly dripping from its swollen head. Each shot of my boy juice hit the water causing water to splash out of the toilet, sounds echoing off the stall wall.I sat back, cock still in my hand, as I watched him slide his cock back in to his jeans.
