I entered the toilet early and saw that Mark had put up a sign.
"Twenty pounds a wank. All erect cocks out will be serviced first."
I boldly walked down the line, inspecting all the erect cocks before me. I was like an erection, Sargent major, as I passed all the boys, their trousers around their ankles and arms behind their backs. Thrusting their aroused appendages towards me.
Some boys were shy, others proud, and they were usually the biggest.
"I hope none of you boys has been wanking this morning?" I shouted, only to get a light mummer as my inspection continued.
"I said, I hope none of you little wankers has been playing with yourself this morning?" I repeated as I studied the beckoning hard-ons before me.
"No!" Came the reply from all.
One boy had a big smirk on his freckled face, proud of his enormous dick.
"Wipe that smirk off your face. You wouldn't be here if you were any good at using it, you wanker!"
Some boys had trouble maintaining their erections and occasionally gave their cocks a quick rub as soon as I passed them.
I quickly turned on my heels to catch one boy tossing.
"Hey! No wanking in the queue!" I admonished, "Get to the end of the line!" With that, he shuffled ungainly with his trousers around his ankles, taking his dick in his hand to rub more life into it.
"Careful," whispered Mark, who was following behind me, "we don't want to lose any trade."
"I know," I replied, "but he'll be trouble to get off if he's struggling now."
Earlier that morning, I quickly ran to Mark. "Mark, can you set me up with some more customers?" I asked.
Mark turned and smiled, "That's a coincidence, Julie, as words got around and I've already got over twenty willing lambs want to go to the slaughter."
"Really?" I asked in surprise, wondering how Mark knew I would need some quick money. As lady luck was indeed working in my favour, I wasn't going to ask too many questions.
"Oh yes, and all willing to pay twenty quid for a hand job,"
beamed Mark.
"Twenty! Bloody hell, that's four hundred quid for an hour's work!"
"Do you want me to help you out," offered Mark?
"Thanks. I'll need it with a randy mob present."
"Good thinking", He reasoned with care, "They could overpower you."
He was right. "Okay, but make sure they are all in line with their cocks out," I asked.
I stood in the cubicle doorway and stared down the line of bottomless, erect boys, ready for my attention.
"Right In you come!" I shouted to the first in line as I began loosening up both wrists. After all, this was going to be a two-handed job.
The first boy ungainly shuffled up to me with his trousers around his ankles. His stiff cock wobbled from side to side until he took it in hand and sneakily rubbed some life into it.
I dragged him into the cubicle, and he would have overbalanced if I had not expertly grabbed him by the shoulders. I quickly twisted him around and grabbed his stiffy from behind him.
I reached around him with one hand on his shoulder, the other on his dick and rapidly started tossing him.
"Careful!" He blurted as I pulled his foreskin back to the maximum from the off!
"Sorry, sweetheart, I thought you were already loosened up," as I shortened my strokes.
It was only three more strokes before ejaculated wildly against the cubicle wall. His fresh white virgin sperm splattered hard with every shot from his healthy young cock. I milked off the last of his semen from his quickly receding arousal and pushed him towards the door.
"Next!" I yelled, and my line of boys willing to be tossed off shuffled nearer my door.
The next three cocks were rapidly brought off and rudely shoved out of the cubicle as soon as they ejaculated their last bolt. The cubicle wall was now a waterfall of cum, giving it a smelly white sheen.
"Next!"
"Sorry, love lots of cocks to get through," I explained as I pushed my gasping wanked off boy out of the cubicle.
At first, I took time to glimpse at my prey shooting onto the toilet wall. I put my head over their shuddering shoulder as they cried out their first bolt of cum. A loud cheer came from the boys in the queue as they shuffled up, closer to their turn to be milked.
"Next!"
The next boy was a bit more experienced, taking at least twenty shuffles to get him off. He gasped and exploded onto the cubicle wall, and I urgently pushed him out, wringing some life into my aching wrist. If all the boys were as hard to get off as him, I would be in for a torrid time.
"Next!" I shouted, beginning to worry if I had too many boys who weren't so delicate about having their cock's tossed off. It was not as if I could ask Mark to help out. I would have to send them home with an, I O U, note, I blackly joked to myself. "I, Julie, promise you one orgasm by my own face hand!" with my signature.
The next three boys were challenging to get off, and I noticed their cocks were already slightly red before I started.
Their pricks smelt different, and there was a distinct smell of cheese in the air. I could smell them over the cubicle wall, which was already taking on a spunky sheen from the blast of their erupting cocks
The next boy was big, and I struggled to get my hands around his mighty girth. I set off at a fast pace hoping to catch him off guard, but after twenty quick tugs, he was far from orgasm.
I looked up and saw his smug smiling face.
I rocked on, and soon my wrist was aching, so I swapped hands. He laughed at my struggle as I moved to his other side to get extra tug leverage.
"Face it, you're beaten," he boasted.
So he was here for a challenge.
"If I don't cum I want my money back," he threatened.
I licked my finger and gave him the eyes. He hardened up by my re-enactment of oral sex, sucking the fingers of my free hand and licking my red lips. As soon I felt his extra interest, I whipped my finger out, dived down the back of his pants and quickly speared my finger up his ass.
"Oh! You bitch," he cried, as I caught him off guard as he shot his hard-fought cum as it streamed in escape to the wall!
"You're not that experienced fat boy!" With that, I pushed him out of the cubicle, his sore ass on display and his cock shooting sperm into the air.
"Next!"
The next boy walked delicately into the cubical. His cock was straining as he was already fighting to hold his semen.
'Just what I needed,' I said to myself as I rubbed some life into my aching wrist.
"Ohh! Gasped the boy, without me even touching him.
I smiled, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing," he croaked. Through grinding teeth, his eyes watering through his closed eyelids as he fought to hold onto his spunk.
"Are you sure?" I teased.
"Yes, yes, just hurry!" He urgently gasped.
He was there for the taking, so I posed as seductively as possible.
"Nice cock!" I teased.
"Please hurry!" He begged.
I saw his eyelids flutter and his breathing quicken and thought I'd better touch him before he cum.
His cock was straining and leaking pre-cum. I quickly put my fingernail just above his balls, lightly dragged it up his shaft onto his sensitive spot, and then dug my five sharp red talons into his hard purple helmet. He blew immediately with a shriek. He took me by surprise as he shot high a rocket of pure white spunk, making me duck to avoid a face splattering.
I stood still in shock as there was a momentary pause after his first blow. I quickly came to my senses and dived to the cubicle wall to be clear of his next shot.
It was a wreaking ball of white cum, and I pressed my back to the wall to avoid the spread of his juicy ejaculation.
He cried in ecstasy as he shot high again, his spunk plopping down heavily over the toilet, splashing in its water.
Alarmingly he turned to me. I was in the line of fire. His cock aiming toward me. I jumped forward, grabbed him by the shoulders, and turned him just in time for his third blast.
He spurted hard again against the cubicle wall as I held him for all I was worth, keeping clear of his blasts.
I could feel his chest pounding and heard his loud groans as I squeezed him tight. I quickly put my hand to his spurting cock and wanked out what spunk was left.
His cock died after age, and I released my grip, laughing now that the danger had passed. The boy looked ashamed as his body crumpled in my arms.
"I'm sorry," he bumbled.
"Don't worry, you had to wait a long time. I promise I'll do you first next time. You'll see you'll last a lot longer."
The boy sighed and slowly put his dick away. He looked sad, and so I tried to placate him.
"Of all the boys I've tossed off, none has produced as much spunk as you," I praised as he looked dejected over his ability to last long.
"You're just saying that," he moaned.
"I swear, and none of them has shot so high."
"Really?"
"Really, A bull would be proud of the blast you do," I laughed. "That's why I was laughing, you caught me by surprise, and that takes some doing after all the cocks I've tossed off."
His red face was bowed in embarrassment, but I was still able to detect a smile.
"What's your name?" I asked, caring for my delicate tossed-off boy.
"Peter"
"See you tomorrow maybe and I'll do you for free," I offered.
"Really."
"Yes, but let me get behind you next time so you don't take my eye out!"
Peter laughed and started to leave, a happy customer.
"Next!" I hollered, causing Peter to wince as I accidentally yelled down his ear.
"Sorry!" I apologised as he winced and held his ear.
The last three cocks had been waiting so long they were bursting at the seams. They were all brought off quickly without any interaction with the owner. My aching wrist was dying for the tossing to end.
As the last of my prey moved out of my cubicle, I rubbed some life into my aching wrist.
"How did we do?" Inquired Mark. Money was more on his mind than the welfare of my well-worked wrist.
"I finished them all just in time, but it was hard work. Most of them take longer to cum, and it's only their second visit."
"There's a rumour going around that they're pre-wanking so it takes longer to cum?" Said Mark, "Have you noticed their cocks being a bit raw?"
