There was this guy I used to know. His name was Tyrone; black gangster type with baggy pants and urban accent. He was heavy-set and from the Detroit projects. We met one night in a Red Lobster bathroom where Tyrone was moonlighting by giving blowjobs in the toilet stalls. His slogan was "I got kids and a spouse with payments on a house so when my lips go south, you're balls deep in my mouth."

I shrugged. Yeah, sure. Why not, right? I mean, I could use a good dick-suckin', plus I'd be helping the guy earn a little cash on the side. To my surprise, Tyrone got completely naked to perform oral sex. He told me it felt more liberating and at the same time helped keep his clientele more comfortable; sort of psychological leverage, his nudity helped ease some of the tension for first time patrons. He was a really cool guy.

Anyway, we enter the far stall and he starts slurping my man-meat, butt-naked on his knees, better than any bitch ever could. I was really taken back by his professional technique; long, deep mouth-strokes that went down to the balls then a quick flick of the tongue against my scrotum. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his warm mouth worked it's magic on my throbbing ram-rod. This was amazing. I could hear other guys outside the stall, asking where the moans of ecstasy were coming from. That's how into it I was.

After just a few moments, my cock exploded in Tyrone's mouth. I was so relaxed I actually let loose at both ends, spraying the wall behind me with diarrhea. Tyrone asked if I'd like 'dessert' with the main course. Fuck yeah! After a blowjob like that, I'd take anything he had to offer. Tyrone turned his back to me, spreading his ass cheeks and revealing a very swollen, infected hemorrhoid growing on his asshole. It looked positively appetizing. I asked him if it was okay to lick it, he just turned his head over his shoulder, smirked and said' "That's the idea, dawg."

I began licking and sucking his bloated hemorrhoid like a starving animal. It was like I was hypnotized, I couldn't stop slurping, as if I had to suck his pus-filled asshole-lumps as good as he sucked my schlong. It tasted absolutely delicious. Tyrone moaned then farted, spraying a little shit grease down my throat. It was like the A1 on the steak, so flavorsome. It tasted better than the goddamn cheddar biscuits I ate during dinner. I actually achieved another orgasm just munching Tyrone's ass-growth.

We finished up, I payed Tyrone all I had in my wallet; $127.00. I had to know what that feeling was that overcame me while giving him a rimjob. I looked him right in the eye, asking him what the hell just happened in that bathroom stall. Tyrone placed his hand firmly on my shoulder, smiled and said, "That was my deformed asshole, son. It has magic powers."

To this day, I believe it.