Drew awoke when the bus driver pushed harshly on the breaks, he woke up from his hazy dream in a jerk motion. He must have only slept for about an hour the whole night but the adrenaline from the sudden wake-up call left him feeling alert for about ten seconds. He looked out the window and seen the sign; "Wood City Limits Bus Station." This was his stop. But looking at his watch he realised he would be stuck here for about another two hours before his bus into the city centre arrived. It was just after seven in the evening and it was already pretty dark. There were only two other people getting off at this stop, a girl who looked about 25 who had already picked up her purse and was bolting down the aisle to get off. The other person was an older guy in his 40s, who looked like a centrefold in an old Playgirl Drew had stolen from his mother, had grabbed his bag and was pulling out a cigarette, placing it between his lips.
He nodded to Drew to go out first. Drew smiled back shyly at the guy. He was older but still had young eyes, they looked like the colour of the sky on a cloudless summer's day. His combed back hair was greying but thick and he had a bushy grey moustache that still managed to look groomed. He wore a zipped up leather jacket that displayed his broad shoulders and a pair of jeans that looked skinnier than the ones guys his age would wear back in Drew's hometown. The jeans accented every shape, and Drew needed to make sure he wasn't focusing on the bulge at his groin.
Drew picked up his rucksack from the seat beside him and headed down the aisle, gulping hoping the guy hadn't seen him staring at his jeans. Then he tried to lean forward a little, without making it too obvious he was hiding his own bulge. Stepping off the bus into the cold air of the bus station he looked around. It was pretty much dead. Outside there were rows of benches, some vending machines and a cashpoint. Then there was a sitting area that looked identical to what was outside. There was a small café beside the sitting area but it was just closing up. An older woman wearing an apron stepped out.
"If you want anything now's the Drewe. I'm closing in a minute" she shouted to the new guests trapped in the bus station. Drew and the older guy both shook their head, the girl however ran forward shouting something about a coffee. The older guy tapped Drew on the shoulder.
"Once I've finished this cigarette want me to show you something?" The Man said with a sly grin. His voice was smoky and deep, like a cowboy from an old Hollywood Western.
"What is it?" Drew asked, trying to sound like he wasn't inDrewidated. But The Man just smiled and took one last draw of his smoke. Then he nodded for Drew to follow him, walking away. Drew looked at his ass. His perfectly toned ass looked muscular in his tight fitting jeans. Drew felt hypnotised, following the ass in a trance. They walked around the wall where the station ended. At the back of the station there was a red-brick building by itself, with rectangle windows near the top. The lights were on, and looked like they had a rent tint. As they approached the building he saw two doors. The Man walked into the shadowy door on the left, turning round the corner and disappearing.
Drew looked above the door and seen it. On a white tile, in bold black letters was the word "MEN." Why was this guy taking him to a toilet? Was he going to sell him drugs? Drew stood for a moment before deciding to go in, just to see. He had left his small town behind for some adventure. And this was an adventure wasn't it? He took a deep breath and stepped through the door and round the corner.
There was a short corridor, dimly lit. The man stood at the doorway at the other end, rubbing his crotch and nodding his head back for Drew to follow through. Drew began walking down and the man walked through into the restroom. As he approached Drew could smell cheap cologne, piss, sweat and cigarette smoke, with the underlying scent of lemon scented cleaning products. He turned round to the room to see The Man standing at the urinals with his cock out. Before he knew it Drew turned round and closed the door. He turned back round to face the man.
"What the fuck you looking at boy? Get on your knees and fucking suck it." He said stroking his cock, it was thick and was getting bigger and harder, so Drew couldn't tell how big it was. His balls hung under it, with greying pubes. Drew walked closer to The Man, like he wasn't in control of his own body. They stood looking at each other, before The Man got impatient, grabbing Drew's shoulders and forcing him down onto his knees. Before Drew could react the back of his head was being grabbed and his face was pulled forward. The Man's cock was shoved forcefully into his face, filling up and mouth and down his throat. The Man began pushing and pulling Drew's face repeatedly, Drew was struggling to breathe and was choking. But he liked it.
"I said fucking suck it slut!" The Man said aggressively. "I knew you fucking wanted it you little bitch boy!" He was right. Drew did want it. Drew loved the lack of control. On his knees in a public toilet, two hands forcing a thick cock down his throat. He loved the taste, the smell of The Man. Drew grabbed The Man's ass and shoved his face down, deepthroating the cock by himself. "That's it. You fucking love it, don't you?" Drew looked up, his mouth full of hard cock and saw The Man smiling. The Man began to unzip his leather jacket. Underneath he wasn't wearing anything, and both his nipples had been pierced with a ring. He began to rub them.
Drew moved his hand up and down and The Man's abs. He had a little bit of a belly, but underneath Drew could feel hard rock muscle. The man had a happy trail of darker hair that led his amazing cock. His amazing, delicious cock that Drew didn't want to leave his mouth. On his chest was also some more dark hair. Holy shit, Drew thought. This is what a man is, what a man should be.
Drew released the cock from his mouth and began licking the head of the cock in a circular motion with his tongue, while stroking it with his right hand. His left remained firmly on The Man's rock hard ass, clenching into it through his jeans. "You love that big cock don't you slut?"
"Yes sir" said Drew quietly, looking back up at him.
"Sir? I like that." His Master said with a grin.
Now he wasn't just a man. In this moment, he was in complete control of Drew and what he did with his body. In this moment Drew wasn't himself. He was a random slut in a public bathroom, there to pleasure his master, service his cock and do anything else demanded of him. "Now take this face fucking!" shouted his Master, grabbing his hair at the side of his heads and pummelling his throat with his thick cock. Drew could taste his Master's pre-cum as it poured out of the dick and into his mouth. Drew began to choke, his eyes watering, his Master was pulling quite harshly on his hair to shove his cock down his throat. But Drew powered through the feeling of discomfort. The tears began rolling down his cheeks, they were tears of pain but also a kind of release. This is what he had wanted. His full mouth shaped around the cock into a smile. His Master looked into his eyes and smirked. "The others are going to like you boy." He pulled Drew off his dick, much to Drew's disappointment, but he was also confused.
