He could feel the warmth in his mouth. He could taste the little drops of pre cum that dripped onto his tongue as he rolled it around the tip of the shaft. He could feel it getting bigger, putting more strain on his jaw. As the pulses grew more rapid and his friend's breath grew shallower, he knew it was almost time. All he had to do was run his tongue all the way done the shaft one more time and maybe run his fingers between the balls. And then his friend winced and he knew it was time. Five large, hot splashes hit the back of his throat causing his eyes to roll back in ecstasy induced by the creamy treat. No one would have believed it if they had known this same man was protesting the gay book store only two weeks ago. Now it wasn't even noon and he had already given head to his fifth new friend. Number six was already eyeing him up.
He didn't know how his first encounter really got started. He didn't even know why he had entered a store he had been protesting. At first he had thought maybe it was to check to see if anyone he knew was in there but that couldn't really be it. If he ran into anyone he knew they could give the same excuse as him. So shortly after entering, he no longer knew why he was inside.
Then there was the first friend. He had never seen this man before in his life but they caught each others glance from a crossed the aisles. Perhaps he had given the wrong signs. Perhaps he winked when he should have nodded. Perhaps he smiled when he should have remained calm. Perhaps he moved his hand at the wrong time or maybe didn't move his hand at the right time. What ever occurred to signal the first man was unknown. Never the less, with in 30 seconds of entering the store bathroom he found himself no longer alone.