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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
slowly until he bluntly whispered, "I'll give you twenty dollars for a hand-job in the toilet." This was not what I normally did, but the price was better that normal for a hand-job. I leaned over to him, and whispered, "If you can get into the last stall in the Ladies Room, I'll do you there." He agreed, and made his way to the appointed spot. I waited a few minutes so as not to arouse suspicion, and went in after him. The room was deserted when I got there, so I went to the last stall, and tapped on the door. It opened, and there he sat on top of the toilet tank with his feet on the rim of the bowl. He had taken off his pants, and was naked from the waist down. I stepped into the stall with him, and latched the door behind me. "I've never gotten jerked off in a Ladies Room before," he said with a slightly insane sounding giggle. I was not enjoying this already, so I said, "Let's do business first." He looked puzzled, and said, "Huh?" This was going to be neither fun nor easy. "Pay me now, and then I'll do your dick!" I said with some exasperation in my voice. "Oh!" he said, and handed me a crumpled wad of paper that turned out to be a ten and two fives. "Fine," I said. "Now let me get to work." The Ladies Room at "The Gilded G****" never smelled like a flower garden, but there was a new odor now. It did not take long to realize that the source of the smell was my trick! I do not think he ... bathed at all. These were the "Hippie Years", and that was part of being hip to some people. When I gripped his cock, it felt all sweaty and slimy. I pumped my hand up and down it, and was very pleased that I did not have to put it in my mouth to give him a blow-job. His cock was hard, but not straight. It sort of twisted to the left, and bent upwards in the middle. I pumped it for all I was worth to get this over with, and get away from the ugly and smelly thing. It only took me a few minutes to make him cum, but he seemed to delight in watching himself shoot. He also liked the way the cum that did not drop into the toilet ran over my hand. When he was finished cumming, he took my hand, and licked it clean. I told him to stay in the stall for ten minutes while I left. I got out quick, washed my hands, and went back to the bar. He did not come out for half an hour. I do not want to know what else he might have been doing in there! Soon, another man sat on the stool next to mine at the bar. He was casually dressed, but not a Hippie type like the other one. His build ran to the heavy side, almost fat. He wore glasses, and although he was not exactly handsome, he was not bad looking. I looked over at him. He looked back, so I said, "Care to buy a woman a drink?" He smiled nicely, and answered, "Sure. I've seen you here before, but I've never had the chance to talk to you. You're very pretty." I sipped my drink. "Oh?" I said. "Then you like pretty ...