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The nearest bathroom was over by the picnic area. That was where the party in the park was held. Ricky left his bike behind on the playground and ran as fast as his legs would carry him.

Ricky was out of breath by the time he got to the restrooms. He stood by the door for a moment, leaning against the frame. The smell coming from inside the restrooms made it harder to breathe.

Nevertheless, after a moment, Ricky raised up. Boldly, he stepped forward through the door frame into the darkened area. This restroom was never very well-lit. It wasn’t in the best condition either. The mirror over by the lavatory was cracked and the walls were covered in graffiti. Most of it was swear words, but some of it was also lewd messages.

Obviously, a lot of stuff went on in this restroom. It seemed like the sort of place Eddie would go. He had indeed come back to the park hoping to find those two guys. When that didn’t pan out, he decided to try here instead.

“Eddie?” Ricky called out.

There was no answer. Eddie might have been afraid he would get in trouble if he responded. He was always worried about that sort of stuff.

Knowing this, Ricky pressed onward, going deeper into the restroom. There wasn’t much more to explore, though. A line of stalls stood across from a urinal trough. None of them were occupied, either. Ricky could guess as much from the fact that each door on the stall hung open.

“Dammit!” he cursed, slamming a fist against the wooden side of one of the stalls.

Ricky had been sure Eddie would be here. He’d been wrong about that. Of course, Eddie might have left the restroom already. He wasn’t sure exactly how long it had been. Eddie was patient, but he could have gotten bored from waiting too long for someone to show up.

None of that eased the throbbing in his hand, though. “Dammit, Eddie!” Ricky grumbled, flexing his hand to try and ease the pain. “Where the fuck are you?”

A set of footsteps approached. Ricky froze, seized by a sudden and unexplainable feeling of panic. His body reacted automatically. Before Ricky could ask himself why, he ducked into one of the nearest stalls, closing the door behind him.

The footsteps continued, coming closer to where he was. They stopped for a moment just before reaching the spot where Ricky was hiding. Ricky couldn’t see who it was, or even what shoes they were wearing.

Then the footsteps started again. It was only a couple of steps, followed by the door to the stall next to his slamming shut. Whoever it was, they closed their door hard enough to make the walls rattle.

Ricky noticed something. The wall separating his stall from the one next to his had a hole cut into it. It was a large hole too, big enough to fit a fist through. Several arrows had been drawn on the area around it. There was writing as well.

Curious, he knelt down to get a closer look. These almost seemed like instructions. As he was just starting to read, there came the audible sound of a zipper being lowered. Ricky looked further down and noticed a pair of dark boots. They were pointed straight at him, as if the person in the other stall were facing his way.

That didn’t make any sense, though. The toilet would be to that person’s left. They wouldn’t be facing Ricky unless—

A shuffling sound cut off Ricky’s train of thought. Looking down again, Ricky saw a pair of jeans, rumpled and stained, land on top of the boots. The man in the other stall had shoved them all the way down his legs. A pair of torn white briefs followed.

Ricky gulped. A cock, thicker than any he’d seen before, slid through the hole in the wall. The thing had to be as big as a mule’s. It was easily one of the biggest Ricky had ever seen in his life—not that he had a lot of experience.

The head was huge. It was leaking too. A thick pearl of prejizz oozed out from the piss slit. Ricky stared, transfixed, as it slowly stretched down toward the floor. The precum didn’t exactly fall so much as stretch, forming a thick, viscous string that wiggled as it reached toward the grimy tiles.

“Suck it.”

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