Neon buzzes over the urinals as Bobby Clark kicks the stall door shut behind a bearded stranger whose jeans are already around his ankles. Bobby spits on the fat shaft, works it down his throat, and moans into the balls like he hasn’t eaten in weeks. The stranger fists a handful of Bobby’s hair and uses his face without mercy while piss-reek cologne hangs in the air.
Word spreads fast through the gay bar. A second top shoves in, rips off his leather jock, and pins Bobby over the sink. The mirror fogs with every bareback thrust as Bobby’s hole swallows cock after cock, his own dick dripping against the porcelain.
A chain of strangers rotate through the stall, filling Bobby’s throat and ass until his face is a sticky mask of spit and precum. The final load is blasted across his lips as he grins for the camera, a used cum-drunk slut at the sleaziest gay bar in town. Pure raw tube filth.
