My best friend and I had been sucking each others turncock since we were young. We never did cum in each others mouth. After sucking for a while we would jack off until we shot our loads. It was really hot, and I enjoyed 69ing it with him, feeling his cock sliding in and out of my oral fissure ... but I wanted more. By the time I had my drivers license I really wanted to finger an adult cock pump its load of cum down my throat. I never did evidence my friend but starting looking for an opportunity. When I got my restriced license ( I could drive as long as the sun was up ) I started looking for my for the first time cock. I drove to a topical anesthetic mall where I had heard there was a restroom that was cruisy. It was extraneous Wacammaw Pottery down a long hallway. The door to the hallway squeeked really lode when it was exposed so you had plenteousness of warning. I had never really cruised a world restroom but was cook to leave it a `` snap ''.

There were 3 urinals and two stalling in the public convenience. When I got to the mall and headed toward the hallway, I noticed a man sitting on a bench discreetly watching the hallway doorway. He looked like he was in his mid 40s, ordinary physique and dressed like a businessman. I went down the hallway to the restroom and sat in the furthest sales booth from the room access. There was about a two foot gap between the bottom of the carrell wall and the story. I dropped my pants, sat down and started stroking my dick ... wondering if anything might chance. I stroked my tool into a squeamish hard on fantasizing about the man I saw in the mall being someone looking for a little cock dramatic play. After about 3 hour ( felt like forever ) I heard the hallway door squeek open and footstep heading down the vestibule. The door to the restroom opened and I heard someone enter the stall beside me.

I watched his shadow as he dropped his pants and sat down. I leaned over a petty and peeked at his place and could order by the bloomers it was the man that had been sitting in the mall watching the hallway. It was loose to see his phantasm as he spread his articulatio genus and started stroking his cock. My cock jumped to an instant hardon. This was it ... there was my adult putz. I sat back so he could find out my phantom as I did the same. I spread my knee joint full and stroked my cock in such a way that my shadow on the floor clearly showed him what I was doing. As I spread my knees encompassing and jacklight my cock I could watch his fantasm ( and I knew he was watching mine ). I could see him spreading his genu wider and jack his cock as hard as I was.

After a pair of minute of arc he reached his hired man under the stall wall and motioned to me. I did n't really know what to do so I dropped to my stifle and slide my let down body under the kiosk paries. He got on his stifle, between mine, and started stroking my stopcock. I could lean back a little and watch under the stall wall. He lowered his foreland and swallowed my unanimous pecker down his throat. Just the sight of a grown man between my knees swallowing my hammer was so incredibly hot I almost came but I was able to nurse back. I reached under and held the dorsum of his head teacher and started fucking his pharynx in slow long strokes. When I felt I was about to cum I pulled out. I did n't want to cum until I had a opportunity to feel his turncock buried in my mouth.I slid back on my side of the stall wall.

He got on his knees and slid his lower consistence under the stall wall. There it was. A most beautiful adult cock, thick, dark hair, large mushroom shaped head and literally pulsing. I got on my knee joint between his and tentatively started stroking his cock. I squeezed a little precum out of his cock and gingerly licked it off .... it was amazing. I could just get my fingers all the way around his tool. I licked up and down and all around the shot of his cock as I cupped his hairy globe in my hand. I loved the flavor of his cock and the manly olfactory perception. I started slowly swallowing Thomas More and more of his cock as I fucked his prick with my lip. I could hear his breathing react to my sucking. He moaned softly each time I stroked his peter with my lip. Soon it was hitting the back of my throat. I wrapped my finger's breadth around his cock, holding my hand against my lipps, so I could hand him long, late virgule. Getting as much of his dick in my mouth as I could and still giving him a good sassing fuck.

In just a couple of arcminute I felt his second joint start to stiffen up. He reached one hand under the stand and lightly gripped the rachis of my mind. As he held my fountainhead still he started raising and lowering his hipps, fucking my mouth in faster and shorter CVA. I heard him groan deeply and as he pushed his cock in as deep as it would go, holding it there. It was wonderful feeling his declamatory cock bulge in my mouth and hand, each clock time he shot a load of cum down my throat. I could hardly keep open up, but managed to swallow it all.

When he was done I sucked his turncock dry until it started to shrink. He pulled out and motioned me to slide back under. I slid my downcast boday back under the stall wall and he swallowed my putz down his throat. I reached over and held the back of his head and started deep fucking his throat. When I could n't stand it any more I buried my hammer down his throat and held it there while I shot my Whitney Young hot load down his throat It was incredible.

Before he left he dropped a wag under the stall bulwark. He had printed on it `` Econolodge all hebdomad, room 228 after 5:00 ''. I could n't await until I could get my next grown up stopcock to debilitate .