Pulled inside

You don't know to reply to this kind of situation, at that. Any word you try to form coming out as some sort of babble. "I...I...think...I should..." you mutter, trying to slowly edge out of the bathroom stall - only to slowly end up face-to-face with Diego.

"I think...he is just shy," replied Brandon, gently whispering behind you, as soon enough - his hand snakes inside your pants and grab ahold of your hard-on. You can't help but simply, moan out like some whore at that. It was against everything, it was wrong but also felt so good - as Brandon' hand, started to slowly stroke it.

"Open...wide..." added Diego, before Peter could react, Diego had leaned forward pressing his body against Pete, and stuck his tongue into his mouth. Starting to gently suck on his tongue.

At this point, he was losing it - he was getting molested, in a bathroom stall by two hot gay guys. His body was getting hotter by the minute, which he still charged to being the drugs - instead of getting his dick pumped and mouth invaded. He couldn't take anymore of this, his dick was aching for a release - and his mind was all confused and scrambled. Enough, that when Brandon reached into his shirt with one hand and squeezed his nipple - he could only squeal into Diego' mouth, like some girl.