Krissy, a self-proclaimed cock-hungry fag, is back on his knees, this time in a cramped, graffiti-covered restroom. The scent of stale beer and cheap soap fills his nostrils as he hears the familiar sound of a zipper descending. A thick, veiny cock slaps against his cheek, leaving a glistening trail of pre-cum. Krissy greedily opens his mouth, eager to taste the salty essence of another man. He feels the cock hit the back of his throat, gagging him, but he's determined to take it all. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes in the small room as Krissy bobs his head, lost in the moment, proving once again that he's nothing more than a sissy on his knees.