Roger stumbled off, tucking his prick back in his pants, and watched his hole for a while as he recovered. After 45 minutes, no one else approached it, and thinking about getting sucked off by that guy again started to get him hard, so he walked back over, unzipped his pants, and stuck his semi erect cock back in the hole.
He felt the familiar hair and lips swallow his growing erection, sucking him back to full length. He felt a hand on his cock, as the mouth withdrew, and the same voice said "It's you. I said you'd get a surprise, hold on."
The hand disappeared, and he was just standing there with his dick in the hole for several seconds, then the hand reappeared, and held him in place as he felt something cold and wet press against his cock. It pressed more firmly, and he realized the cold and wet was a copious amount of lubricant that was...
"Fuck," he let out as his cock sank into the tightest thing he had ever fucked. He knew it had to be the mystery cocksuckers ass and he didn't care. The ass moved back and forth, with growing rapidity and Roger could not believe how something could feel so good. He had never done anal before, so he just braced himself against the wall and extended his cock as the ass backed up against him taking his cock deeply inside again and again.
Soon he felt his cock begin to swell and whispered loudly he was going to cum. The ass wiggled up against him and swiveled with him deep inside as he erupted inside it, practically barking as he again spewed load after load inside this faceless mystery man. When he was spent, he started to withdraw and heard the voice telling him to wait. He could feel something writing on him and when he finally looked, there was a phone number.
He may not be queer, but he was definitely calling that number.