This morning I left my room a complete disaster. My infatuation had become more of an obsession. My dreams became more than just waking up to an erection, but being woken up by myself about to cum all over the place. It had been a few weeks since I was able to return to Sears due to my work schedule of that week. My time at work had been horrid as I was starting to masturbate under my desk. My brain not able to pay attention to the work ahead of me, I quickly got through the daily audits so I could take my lunch.

Calling Emil was the only solution to my problem of over excitement. Emil quickly adjusted to the way I had sex with him. He met me inside the bathroom at a near café where he waited with his pants down in the handicap stall. I began unbuttoning my pants and instantly he had knelt down to begin sucking my cock. I would occasionally push it in him deeper to hear him gag, for some reason that was a turn on. Tired of waiting for it to start to feel good I pulled him upward by his hair, spun him around, and bent him over.

“I want you to completely drop your pants and boxers. I want to try something.”

I had a position in mind and I could already feel him trembling as he moved out of his pants and boxers. I picked his right leg and set his leg from the knee down onto the bar on the side of the door used to help the handicap stand up or sit down. His other knee somewhat rested on the toilet while his hands were up against the wall holding himself up. I pushed him over as far as he could bend without falling over. Quickly and dry, I shoved my hard cock in his ass, enjoying the muffled grunt of pain coming from Emil’s mouth. As I went faster I could feel his balls slap against my thigh and that turned me on a lot. The sex with Emil was starting to become wonderful because I could do anything I wanted to him. It, however, still could not compare to my need to bed Hector. Quickening my penetration, I heard him begin to start moaning, I wanted him to scream out even though we were in a public place. Not that many people used the bathrooms in the café, it still gave me an adrenaline rush to hear him trying so hard not to moan. I bent over and stretched my hand to start massaging his hard cock, spitting in my hand occasionally to moisten the tip of his head as I caressed it. I began pushing harder and stroked faster as I could hear a little whimper start to ease out of his mouth.

“I wanna hear you scream…”

As soon as I finished that sentence I started to stroke him off, lessening my penetration for a moment when I felt his dick was stiffening beyond the point of no return. Then with a quick flash I started pushing in and out of him like I was about to die. So fast that the slap sounds against his ass sounded as if there was no pause between pulling out. I felt his body start to shake as a cry started to form,