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latched to the handicap bar that ran along the wall.
    Brett’s cock twitched hard. He wasn’t used to being manhandled and wasn’t sure he really liked it regardless of how his cock reacted. His hook-ups were always fit and strong, but always a little bit smaller and not nearly as strong as him.
    The firm grasp on his cock returned at the same time TPACUFFS pressed into him from behind. Brett had to counter the man’s weight by bracing his free hand on the wall and pushing back. He could feel the man’s erection pushing against his ass, but didn’t worry about the guy trying to fuck him.
    TPACUFFS stroked him and met each thrust of Brett’s hips with a downward stroke while his other hand wrapped around Brett’s chest and cupped a pec. It didn’t take Brett long to come all over the wall under the handicap bar. The moment his orgasmic shudder stopped, he was spun around.
    TPACUFFS step back and pushed Brett down onto the toilet seat. He used both hands to undo his belt and open his pants. Brett didn’t even wait for the material of slacks to part before his free hand was digging into the black boxer briefs and pulling out the guys leaking cock.
    He didn’t need TPACUFFS to guide his cock to Brett’s lips. The glistening that covered the Prince Albert was more than enough to spur Brett into action. Brett didn’t tease. Hell, he didn’t even take his time to tongue and play with the stainless steel jewelry before he dove forward and devoured the guy down to the root.
    Brett’s free hand came up and massaged the tight sack that was still encased inside the boxer briefs. He felt hands rest on his head and felt fingers dig into his jet black hair. The hands followed his movement because there was no need to guide his head.
    The feeling of the Prince Albert slipping into his throat made his soft cock start to fill again. If Brett’s other hand hadn’t still been cuffed to the handicap bar, he would have stroked his wakening cock to spur it more quickly back to life. As it was, he had only one free hand and there was no way he was going to stop squeezing the tight sack that was currently in his palm.
    Brett felt that TPACUFFS was close when the man’s balls drew up tight. He swallowed around the Prince Albert again and waited to feel the cock in his throat pulse.
    His head was yanked harshly off the cock that had been buried in his throat. The hands in his hair grasped his head and pushed his head back so roughly that a long stream of spittle was the only thing that connected him to the guy.
    TPACUFFS swirled his hips a quarter turn and grasped his cock. He aimed toward the floor between Brett’s feet and gave himself one stroke before shooting jets of creamy white cum all over the dirty tile.
    Brett was surprised and slightly disappointed that the guy had pulled out of his mouth and denied him the opportunity to swallow all the yumminess he was wasting on the floor. TPACUFFS was using one hand to brace himself against the wall next to Brett’s head while he caught his breath.
    Brett shuffled a few inches sideways until he was clear of TPACUFFS arm. He pushed to his feet and tried one handedly to tuck his hard again cock back into his jeans.
    The movement of his standing didn’t pull the guy’s attention away from where he was more than likely staring blindly at the floor where he had just shot his load. However, TPACUFFS attention refocused on him when Brett attempted to tuck himself back into his pants.
    “Ready for more, huh?” TPACUFFS’ voice was orgasm-graveled and sexy as hell.
    Brett looked down at his hard cock and smirked when he looked back up and met the guy’s hazel eyes.
    “Looks that way, now. doesn’t it?”
    TPACUFFS stuffed his semi-hard Prince Albert pierced cock back into his black dress pants and turned toward Brett. Brett figured this was where they parted ways. That was how these bathroom hook-ups worked. It was how the hook-up to get off game was played and Brett expected nothing