He held my arse-cheeks firmly in his hands and, true to his word, sucked Tiny Tim dry. Sex Jerome didn’t waste a second; he grabbed hold of Jigga and, using the knob, rubbed the escaping seed into my face. I unbuttoned my fly and began to pee in the stainless steel urinal, which smelt to high heaven of chlorine. He held my arse-cheeks firmly in his hands and, true to his word, sucked Tiny Tim dry. I felt a little sick, and thought I was going to heave. I sat on the toilet and helped the man’s cock grow fully erect again. I was tall and gangly, with blue eyes and blond hair. It was the third day of my annual holiday, and I was riding my bicycle past Woodford railway station. I don’t want you to faint on me now.’
There was no way I was sucking Jerome’s cock. And you two are?’
‘I’m Kevin and, er, er.’
‘Let’s call him Tiny Tim. My arse was also small, with a prominent dimple in each arse-cheek. The man gently toyed with my ball-sac as he brought me to the very brink of a climax, but before I could warn him that I was about to shoot my load into his mouth, he stood up and put a hand on my shoulder.
