Deen hesitated for a moment before kicking open the door to the middle stall. A normal person would take a single look at this bathroom and run for the hills. Deen had gotten so used to the filthy gas station bathrooms after his many years on the road.

Deen's eyes wandered the heavily graffitied wall. He whipped out his limp boy and pointed it at the toilet. Steamy yellow dirty water poured out. A note to the right of him caught his eyes. It was obviously someone scribbling an ad for some good ol' glory hole lovin'. Deen, having been to many truck stops, was well known in the "hole-in-the-wall" community. Many men had told him that he had a lady mouth that gave a good hummer.

Deen made the mental note to come back to the restroom around 1 for some good fun. After traveling with Sam for so long, Deen had missed out on a lot of his usual fun. Tonight Deen would treat himself. Deen left the restroom, refusing to wash his hands. He met Sam back at the bar.

Deen looked down at the Jack Daniels he had ordered only a few minutes ago, and felt his stomach sink. He never liked the dark liquors. He only drank whisky to keep up his image. In reality, he would prefer a nice vodka cran or a tequila sunrise if he was feeling frisky. While Deen had been in the restroom, Sam had ordered himself a sex on the beach. Deen salivated, wanting the pink drink more than life itself.

Deen and Sam successfully drank themselves into a stupor by midnight. Sam stumbled into the hotel room while Deen kept himself occupied with the hot babes at the bar. Ten minutes before the clock struck 1, Sam hurried on his way to the restroom in the back of the bar. He slid past Deen who was occupied, currently taking a body shot off of one of the locals. Once locked in the restroom, Sam took the stall to the left of the center stall and slid his pants down. His mini me was already pressing against the material of his pants. Nothing excited Sammy boy more than a frisky anonymous gobby.

Deen excused himself from the bar right as the clock struck 1. His little dongle was standing at full mast, but no one could really tell since it was so so small. His pants were already down his thighs as he closed himself into the center stall. A THICK, VEINY BOY slid through the hole in the stall. The willy was so big that it looked like it was squeezed into the hole. It honestly looked uncomfortable. The dong was turning a weird shade of purple. Man, the dude on the other side must be in excruciating pain.

Deen was tugging at his man meat as he squatted down, thanking the lord for his thick loli thighs. He slurped up the dick that was peaking through and worked it with his free hand. The man on the other side of the door whimpered. It was very similar to a dog. Again, kinda weird, but ok.

Deen did his signature move on the anonymous weenie by humming around the pole. It vibrated the other boy just right. More yiffing noises perforated Deen's ears. He liked it.

Deen didn't know it, but Sam was in the stall next to him. He was barely able to hold it in. Normally, he would have spewed his goo on the dude five seconds in. Not everyone had this much skill in the sucky succ department. Lucky for Sam, the hole was able to work as a cock ring, being just too tight. It prevented him from exploding so early. The pleasure was so great it made his toes curl and shivers run down his back.

Deen was confused. No man could withstand blowing their load in his mouth. No one had taken this long to cum since he had first learned to play the meat flute. His two middle school teachers had taught him well. They had made him into a perfect sex machine. There was no way this nobody in a bar bathroom could not be cumming. Working harder, Deen ate the cock like a man in need of a feast.

Deen's mouth was getting super tired. At this point, they had been at it for a solid 30 minutes. Deen had cum all over the linoleum tiled floor four times. His soft baby hung between his legs as exhausted as Deen's mouth.

Deen heard the strangers whimpers becoming louder and louder. He knew the man was getting closer and closer. Using the extra saliva in his mouth, Deen gargled that dick. Finally, the big dicked man busted his nut. Deen sucked out the creamy fluid like a vacuum. He couldn't get enough. This man's cum was sweeter than any candy, better than any treat.

Deen was exhausted. Panting could be heard on both sides of the separator. Denim shifting against skin could be heard and the metallic clank of belt buckled echoed in the silent bathroom.

Deen heard the other man's door creak open. Sam was escaping before the other man could see his face. He was flushed red and ran from the bar to the motel before anyone could see him. He jumped into the shower to wash off the grime. By the time his shower was over, Deen was laying on top of the left bed.

"Deen, no girl tonight?" Sam joked. "Shower's free now if you want. I know you probably have some bar tar all over you."

Deen scoffed. "Not tonight Sammy. I'm too tired."

Deen slid himself under the covers and rubbed his jaw. Man that baby was going to be sore tomorrow. Sam slid under the covers of his own bed still shivering from his extreme climax.