My trump protagonist and I had been sucking each others dick 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 mouth ... but I wanted more. By the meter I had my drivers license I really wanted to feel an adult cock heart its shipment of cum down my throat. I never did enjoin my champion but starting looking for an opportunity. When I got my restriced permission ( I could beat back as long as the sun was up ) I started looking for my initiatory rooster. I drove to a local anaesthetic mall where I had heard there was a public toilet that was cruisy. It was outside Wacammaw Pottery down a long hallway. The door to the hallway squeeked really incumbrance when it was open so you had mass of warning. I had never really cruised a public restroom but was ready to fall in it a `` scene ''.

There were 3 urinals and two stalls in the public lavatory. 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 frame and dressed like a man of affairs. I went down the hallway to the toilet facility and sat in the farthest stall from the door. There was about a two foot gap between the bum of the stall wall and the level. I dropped my bloomers, sat down and started stroking my putz ... wondering if anything might bump. I stroked my pecker into a squeamish hard on fantasizing about the man I saw in the mall being someone looking for a trivial cock play. After about 3 minutes ( felt like forever ) I heard the hallway doorway squeek open and footsteps heading down the Charles Francis Hall. The room access to the wash room opened and I heard someone enter the stall beside me.

I watched his fantasm as he dropped his pants and sat down. I leaned over a trivial and peeked at his shoes and could state by the drawers it was the man that had been sitting in the mall watching the hallway. It was easy to see his shadow as he spread his stifle and started stroking his hammer. My shaft jumped to an instant hardon. This was it ... there was my adult tool. I sat back so he could watch my dark as I did the Lapplander. I spread my knees panoptic and stroked my prick in such a way that my shadow on the storey clearly showed him what I was doing. As I spread my knees wide-cut and jack up my rooster I could watch his tincture ( and I knew he was watching mine ). I could see him spreading his knees wider and jack his pecker as gruelling as I was.

After a twain of minutes he reached his bridge player under the carrell wall and motioned to me. I did n't really get laid what to do so I dropped to my genu and slid my lower body under the booth wall. He got on his stifle, between mine, and started stroking my pecker. I could lean back a little and watch under the cubicle bulwark. He lowered his head and swallowed my whole peter down his throat. Just the quite a little of a grown man between my knee joint swallowing my cock was so incredibly hot I almost came but I was capable to hold back. I reached under and held the backrest of his point and started fucking his pharynx in slow foresightful strokes. When I felt I was about to cum I pulled out. I did n't want to cum until I had a chance to find his cock buried in my mouth.I slid back on my slope of the stall wall.

He got on his knee joint and slid his lower trunk under the stall paries. There it was. A most beautiful adult cock, midst, glum hair's-breadth, 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 putz and gingerly licked it off .... it was awing. I could just get my fingers all the way around his cock. I licked up and down and all around the rotating shaft of his cock as I cupped his hairy chunk in my paw. I loved the flavour of his cock and the manly olfaction. I started slowly swallowing more and more than of his cock as I fucked his cock with my mouth. I could hear his breathing react to my sucking. He moaned softly each time I stroked his cock with my lips. Soon it was hitting the vertebral column of my throat. I wrapped my finger around his cock, holding my hand against my lipps, so I could give him long, bass strokes. Getting as often of his rooster in my mouthpiece as I could and still giving him a secure mouth fuck.

In just a couple of instant I felt his thigh start to tighten up. He reached one hand under the stall and lightly gripped the rear of my head. As he held my head still he started raising and lowering his hipps, fucking my mouth in faster and unforesightful strokes. I heard him groan deeply and as he pushed his cock in as deep as it would go, holding it there. It was terrific feeling his large cock protrusion in my oral cavity and deal, each metre he shot a load of cum down my throat. I could hardly continue up, but managed to bury it all.

When he was done I sucked his tool dry until it started to shrink. He pulled out and motioned me to slip back under. I slid my humbled boday back under the stall bulwark and he swallowed my cock 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 cock down his throat and held it there while I shot my Lester Willis Young hot loading down his throat It was incredible.

Before he left he dropped a visiting card under the kiosk bulwark. He had printed on it `` Econolodge all calendar week, room 228 after 5:00 ''. I could n't wait until I could get my next grown up tool to drain .