Parkside Delivery

Joey: T-Room Trade

He was a shroud, a ghost figure wrapped in that sheet, that baseball cap holding his tee shirt veil in place so all that was visible were his lips and he would never know who might be delivering that next package, who would be offered that next meaty meal.

Despite the uncertainty as to where this might end it was a better situation than the rape in that School Dorm toilet at the hands of this burly beast who had now set up his own court in the stall next to him and Joey could hear that action clearly, echoing against the cold tiles.

It was a carnival show, this Ringmaster calling out to the audience to get ready for the next act, to step right up join in the fun.

It had seemed like hours, some moments even quiet and less demanding, that flow of dicks and spatter across his body ebbing and now late in the evening he sometimes found himself alone, sitting in that booth with only the soundtrack of moans and the slapping of flesh-on-flesh echoing through that Park toilet.

Still blinded from seeing any of his abusers as he was fed dicks and even casually manhandled he could only focus on the scene in the Dorm toilet and contrast this action with his introduction to servicing dick, being a plaything to be teased and toyed with.

He now knew the name of that janitor as these men addressed him directly, always respectfully, often with casual banter as if sharing an inside joke, certainly having shared some past sexual exploits here in this hall.

Kurt stood sentinel outside his stall doorway, no one entering without approval, allowing the majority of those late night haunters stand just out of reach to watch, to listen and learn what might be in store if they dared to cross Kurt the wrong way.

Tony had been pimped out like a piece of meat, doled out to those deserving and even some willing to pay for the pleasure in barter or bargained for in some trade-off that Joey would not be party to, humiliating as well as flattering, the demands on Kurt's new Boy Toy specific in that expectation of immediate satisfaction.

These men were more than willing to take advantage as Tony sat there and he could quickly assess some scene to come. He soon lost count.

There was that man who desperately shoved his spongy meat across Joey's lips, snaking it just down his throat and leaving it there till he would finally gag, gasping for air.

If that dick had been able to get hard it was doubtful he would have survived that assault but the scene ended with his face being slowly slapped by that thick spongy tissue, fed that low hanging nutsack as this older Daddy jerked off frantically, finally spraying that hot jizz across Joey’s cheeks.

Too long or just a stump, stiff as a stick or limp as a wet noodle, Joey sat passively through all that action whether demanding or just suggestive, gentle or determined to make this freebie count.

He was that promotional package set on your doorstep, unannounced and unexpected and all the more fun for that surprise.

It was a surprise for both him and this entourage of men arriving in a steady stream, some just content to watch, others with intent as they primed their pump handles to deliver a spray of cum just across his lips or somewhere deep down his throat, just as often using Joey as a sitting target, stepping back to fire that volley and he was soon coated in a sheen of cum from ankles to his puffy lips, glazed and now pouty from the face pounding he dutifully submitted to all evening.

He felt it had been hours since they had entered this park toilet and knew there were as many men that fed him dick as had stood aside watching because he could hear that huffing, that slapping of flesh even as he was pulled forward onto another stiff dick.

He knew those glory holes right and left were being used as well as someone took advantage of stiff dicks presented but thankfully that was just fewer that he had to service.

That veil of his tee shirt covering his eyes was a relief, avoiding any immediate recognition, any possible recognition for those many past nights of hit and run.

Tonight he was that setup, a target for all these men who might have been on the receiving end of his larcenous deeds. It also provided a shield from that sprays of cum that were aimed at him from all the men hovering, watching, wanking.

The other advantage was the dark.

There was nothing to identify him, traveled here in that shroud, just a mouth, another hole to stick your dick, tonight's unannounced gift from this beefy blond Polish stud that so many of these men had admired, already serviced or just desired over the years.

Tonight he was playing Master of Ceremonies determining the ebb and flow of men as they circled this stall door, often with just a nod and a sidestep if allowed access to that inner sanctum, to take their place before this porcelain throne, making promises or outright pleas, public exhortations for some personal relief before this audience of courtiers and visers, the wizened and wanting.

The more needy and greedy were happy to make their appeals, even perform for this Impresario to display their own talents as not everyone could deepthroat that slab of Polish beef, but a willing attitude or an aptitude for flattery and fawning could also hold Kurt's attention until that next mouth came along.

That was where you were be best positioned to get Kurt's attention and deference among that circle of men waiting and wanking alongside this featured performer, brought to this stage for a one night stand with that talent for sword swallowing and juggling ballsacks to a syncopated beat of sex, shuffling feet circling the action, throaty moans a background chorus reverberated across this hollow, tiled toilet.

Tony could feel the head of his swollen dick bouncing off the ring of that toilet as yet another desperado banged at his throat, grabbing him by the back of the head, face fucking him as roughly as he pleased.

If there was any sense that Tony was being abused beyond a necessary need for relief Kurt would spin into that booth for a quick assessment, wheeling that aggro out before patting Tony on the cheek and offering a few words of encouragement.

To Be Continued..