...ouldn’t mean that, could he? It was broad daylight, and there were more than ten people within viewing distance! But when I saw the bulge in his shorts, I knew he meant it… and a wave of his over-sized fists convinced me to obey. I walked over to him, feeling the fear I had experienced last night return full-force… I had thought it couldn’t get worse, but now he was demanding a blow-job in full public!
When I reached him, he pulled down his shorts and secured them under his balls. Both his cocks were hard, and the upper one stood straight up, while the other pointed forwards at an angle. He was sitting on the ground with his legs spread, making it easy for me to reach them. Bending down and smelling the sweaty tang of his balls, I was rather happy that his position meant that I had to turn my back on the pathway outside – at least I wouldn’t have to see them while I obeyed his perverted command. With some effort, I could block out their presence entirely, forgetting that there was an audience. Besides, who said they would even look in at us? Most of the people seemed to be concentrating on the pokematch, and people rarely looked in here anyway. Either way, the faster I got his rocks off, the less chance of anybody seeing me at it.
Starting with the lower cock, I quickly swallowed it whole. I found tha...