I am NOT turning into a gay whore

I go to the high street area in town after work and need to go for a slash (honest). I end up in a cubicle with a silver fox. I reckon he is the BMW saloon type. His cock is smaller and softer than mine but thicker. I stroke, suck and stroke some more and he comes, hard. He takes a moment to catch his breath, to clean up the cum all over the toilet seat. Then I squirt all over it again.

I finally decide to get myself some poppers (the five as shown). It's only for my private pleasure - I almost never invite guys around and if I do I would never reveal my popper-sniffing side.