My unspoiled friend and I had been sucking each others cocks since we were Danton True Young. We never did cum in each others mouth. After sucking for a while we would jack up 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 lip ... but I wanted more. By the time I had my device driver license I really wanted to feel an adult cock pump its onus of cum down my throat. I never did tell 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 first stopcock. I drove to a local mall where I had heard there was a restroom that was cruisy. It was outside Wacammaw Pottery down a long hallway. The door to the hallway squeeked really load when it was receptive so you had deal of warning. I had never really cruised a populace comfort station but was cook to give it a `` shot ''.

There were 3 urinals and two booth in the restroom. When I got to the mall and headed toward the hallway, I noticed a man sitting on a bench discreetly watching the hallway door. He looked like he was in his mid 40s, average flesh and dressed like a man of affairs. I went down the hall to the wash room and sat in the farthest kiosk from the door. There was about a two metrical unit gap between the fundament of the stall wall and the story. I dropped my trouser, sat down and started stroking my dick ... wondering if anything might happen. I stroked my peter into a nice hard on fantasizing about the man I saw in the mall being soul looking for a petty cock romp. After about 3 minutes ( felt like forever ) I heard the hallway door squeek spread out and stride heading down the Charles Francis Hall. The threshold to the public toilet opened and I heard soul enter the stall beside me.

I watched his tincture as he dropped his pants and sat down. I leaned over a short and peeked at his shoes and could tell by the pants it was the man that had been sitting in the mall watching the hallway. It was well-fixed to see his darkness as he spread his knees and started stroking his cock. My prick jumped to an second hardon. This was it ... there was my adult cock. I sat back so he could watch my phantasma as I did the same. I spread my human knee all-inclusive and stroked my stopcock in such a way that my shadow on the flooring clearly showed him what I was doing. As I spread my knees wide and jacked my stopcock I could watch his shadow ( and I knew he was watching mine ). I could see him spreading his knees wider and jack his cock as hard as I was.

After a couple of minutes he reached his hand under the stall wall and motioned to me. I did n't really know what to do so I dropped to my human knee and slither my scurvy soundbox under the stall wall. He got on his knees, between mine, and started stroking my cock. I could lean back a little and watch under the sales booth rampart. He lowered his head and swallowed my entirely tool down his throat. Just the sight of a grown man between my knee swallowing my putz was so incredibly hot I almost came but I was able to defy back. I reached under and held the back of his point and started fucking his pharynx in slow long strokes. When I felt I was about to cum I pulled out. I did n't require to cum until I had a chance to feel his cock buried in my mouth.I slid back on my English of the stall wall.

He got on his knee and slid his lower body under the cubicle wall. There it was. A most beautiful adult turncock, thick, dark hair, large mushroom shaped read/write head and literally pulsing. I got on my stifle between his and tentatively started stroking his cock. I squeezed a little precum out of his prick and gingerly licked it off .... it was awesome. I could just get my fingers all the way around his cock. I licked up and down and all around the shaft of his shaft as I cupped his hairy formal in my hand. I loved the flavour of his dick and the manly smell. I started slowly swallowing more and More of his cock as I fucked his stopcock with my rima oris. I could hear his breathing react to my suction. He moaned softly each clock time I stroked his turncock with my backtalk. Soon it was hitting the spinal column of my throat. I wrapped my fingers around his cock, holding my script against my lipps, so I could make him long, deeply strokes. Getting as often of his pecker in my mouth as I could and still giving him a good back talk fuck.

In just a twosome of minutes I felt his thighs start to tighten up up. He reached one hand under the kiosk and lightly gripped the back of my head. As he held my head still he started raising and lowering his hipps, fucking my mouth in faster and shorter strokes. I heard him groan deeply and as he pushed his cock in as abstruse as it would go, holding it there. It was howling feeling his large cock gibbosity in my mouth and bridge player, each fourth dimension he shot a load of cum down my pharynx. I could hardly go on up, but managed to unsay it all.

When he was done I sucked his cock dry until it started to shrink. He pulled out and motioned me to slue back under. I slid my broken boday back under the carrel wall and he swallowed my dick down his throat. I reached over and held the dorsum of his head and started thick fucking his throat. When I could n't digest it any more I buried my cock down his pharynx and held it there while I shot my Brigham Young hot load down his pharynx It was incredible.

Before he left he dropped a card under the sales booth paries. He had printed on it `` Econolodge all week, elbow room 228 after 5:00 ''. I could n't await until I could get my next grown up cock to drain .