Darker, obvious if you looked. It was snug—very snug—but smooth. Gay porn Still throbbing uselessly against the walls of the cage like it liked being denied.And I didn’t know how to make that part stop.The guy didn’t stop at the urinals. It was about the control I’d given up. Tried to push the stream through the hole.Instead, piss sprayed everywhere.It hissed out in chaotic little jets—some straight, most not—ricocheting off the inside of the cage, dribbling along the plastic, and splattering against my thighs, the floor. Slap, drag, twist. Emotionally. I’m leaking precum. Now it felt like I was standing on the other side of a line I hadn’t even seen coming. I have to know who it was that was living rent free in my head right now. He’s closer now, and I swear I can hear the exact moment that more of his precum slickens his shaft. I imagine his knuckles brushing his thigh, his muscles twitching under the strain of holding back.And me? Couldn’t do anything but sit there, painfully hard, locked tight, and try not to give myself away.I’m trapped, swollen and aching, my dick twitching uselessly against cold plastic.There’s a soft rustle, then the slick, unmistakable sound of a wet hand sliding over skin.
