Out of the first stall, Mike walked out with the toilet flushing behind him, getting right into Tyler’s face which was below chest height to him.
Tyler gasped and stopped as the two dudes almost bumped into each other.
“Wow there, dude, where do you think you’re going?” Mike said down at you.
“I… I gotta go!” Tyler tried to get around him, but Mike did not let him.
“Hey now stop, you don’t look too good man, are you okay?”
Tyler’s junk was at the bursting point, mightily compressed against his pants that was only threads away from exploding off his groin, it felt like a bowling ball stuffed inside his underwear.
“I’m alright thank you, could you please…”
“You’re gasping for air and your face is all red, are you sure you don’t need help?”
You needed to cum right now, so stuffed and bloated as pre-cum was floating in heavy streams out of you.
“I’m fine! Could you please… oh… uhn…. OOOOOOOGHHHHH!!”
Tyler’s face turned to orgasm as his pants ripped open, his colossal apple sized balls dropped down heavy and plump between his legs while his huge, throbbing foot-long cock rose straight up and burped out big, nasty, sticky goo spurts hitting Mike’s chest like a fire hose.
After a minute Tyler feel down to the ground, slobby and with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, exhausted and used, his cum-soaked and meaty shaft finally shrank, falling back down and rested on Tyler’s productive balls.
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