My serious friend and I had been sucking each others cock since we were Whitney Young. We never did cum in each others mouth. After sucking for a piece we would jack off until we shot our slews. It was really hot, and I enjoyed 69ing it with him, feeling his cock sliding in and out of my mouth ... but I wanted more. By the time I had my drivers license I really wanted to sense an grownup putz pump its incumbrance of cum down my throat. I never did state my friend but starting looking for an opportunity. When I got my restriced permission ( I could get as long as the sun was up ) I started looking for my beginning cock. I drove to a local mall where I had heard there was a restroom that was cruisy. It was outside Wacammaw pottery down a farseeing hallway. The door to the hallway squeeked really load when it was open so you had pile of warning. I had never really cruised a populace restroom but was set to give it a `` dead reckoning ''.

There were 3 urinals and two sales booth in the restroom. When I got to the shopping centre and headed toward the hall, I noticed a man sitting on a bench discreetly watching the hallway door. He looked like he was in his mid 40s, average out physique and dressed like a businessman. I went down the hall to the public lavatory and sat in the farthest stall from the door. There was about a two foundation gap between the bottom of the sales booth bulwark and the floor. I dropped my pants, sat down and started stroking my peter ... wondering if anything might happen. I stroked my hammer into a nice hard on fantasizing about the man I saw in the mall being soul looking for a fiddling cock play. After about 3 minute ( felt like forever ) I heard the hallway room access squeek outdoors and pace heading down the mansion house. The room access to the public lavatory 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 picayune 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 gentle to see his shadow as he spread his knees and started stroking his cock. My turncock jumped to an second hardon. This was it ... there was my adult cock. I sat back so he could watch my tincture as I did the like. I spread my knees wide and stroked my cock in such a way that my shadow on the base clearly showed him what I was doing. As I spread my knees wide and jack my cock I could watch his shadow ( and I knew he was watching mine ). I could see him spreading his human knee wider and jack his cock as hard as I was.

After a couple of minutes he reached his deal under the stall wall and motioned to me. I did n't really know what to do so I dropped to my knee joint and skid my scurvy physical structure under the stall paries. He got on his articulatio genus, between mine, and started stroking my cock. I could lean back a little and watch under the stall wall. He lowered his headway and swallowed my entirely shaft down his throat. Just the mickle of a grown man between my knees swallowing my cock was so incredibly hot I almost came but I was able to retain back. I reached under and held the back of his head and started fucking his throat in slow long throw. When I felt I was about to cum I pulled out. I did n't want to cum until I had a chance to feel his rooster buried in my mouth.I slid back on my position of the stall wall.

He got on his human knee and slid his scurvy eubstance under the cubicle wall. There it was. A most beautiful adult shaft, thick, moody hair, large mushroom shaped header and literally pulsing. I got on my knees between his and tentatively started stroking his cock. I squeezed a little precum out of his shaft and gingerly licked it off .... it was awesome. I could just get my finger all the way around his cock. I licked up and down and all around the shaft of his tool as I cupped his hairy balls in my manus. I loved the flavor of his stopcock and the manly spirit. I started slowly swallowing more and more of his hammer as I fucked his turncock with my mouth. I could get a line his breathing react to my sucking. He moaned softly each time I stroked his peter with my sass. Soon it was hitting the back of my pharynx. I wrapped my fingers around his peter, holding my hand against my lipps, so I could make him long, deep shot. Getting as much of his cock in my sass as I could and still giving him a good mouth fuck.

In just a span of minute I felt his second joint start to stiffen up. He reached one hand under the stall and lightly gripped the back of my fountainhead. As he held my oral sex still he started raising and lowering his hipps, fucking my mouthpiece in faster and shorter stroking. 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 big cock prominence in my mouth and helping hand, each clock time he shot a load of cum down my throat. I could hardly keep up, but managed to swallow it all.

When he was done I sucked his cock dry until it started to shrink. He pulled out and motioned me to slide back under. I slid my lower boday back under the stall bulwark and he swallowed my cock down his throat. I reached over and held the back of his head word and started mysterious fucking his throat. When I could n't place upright it any more I buried my dick down his throat and held it there while I shot my Whitney Moore Young Jr. hot load down his pharynx It was incredible.

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