“I can’t suck you.  Dude.  It’s public here.  Anyone could
walk in, and I am not a fag.”  I kept
checking out the entrance the whole time.  “This is seriously fucked up.”  He smiled and placed his hand on the back of
my head pulling my face down to crotch level. 
I muttered “I am not a cocksucker, don’t make me do this” as his
oversized slab of man meat started pushing against my lips.  His mushroom head eased quickly into my warm,
wet mouth. He let out a small moan, and pushed deeper.  My tongue slipped across the shaft of his cock
as the head found its way into my throat. 
He had been pumping in and out of my face for around ten minutes, when I
felt a hand in the middle of my back.  Another
guy had joined the party.  Since my
entire range of view was a bush of pubic hair mashing into my nose, I had no
idea who the man behind me was.

Pulling back, I managed to quickly say “Dude.  I am NOT a pussy.”
 Before cock filled my mouth once again. 
I am not sure if the stranger behind me believed my statement as I pulled
my ass cheeks apart to give him better access.