My best admirer and I had been sucking each others cocks since we were new. 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 device driver license I really wanted to feel an adult cock pump its load of cum down my throat. I never did enjoin my Friend but starting looking for an opportunity. When I got my restriced license ( I could aim as long as the sun was up ) I started looking for my first-class honours degree peter. I drove to a local mall where I had heard there was a public lavatory that was cruisy. It was outdoor Wacammaw Pottery down a long hallway. The door to the hallway squeeked really load when it was open so you had plenteousness of warning. I had never really cruised a populace restroom but was cook to grant it a `` shooting ''.

There were 3 urinals and two stalls in the restroom. When I got to the shopping mall and headed toward the hallway, I noticed a man sitting on a bench discreetly watching the hallway room access. He looked like he was in his mid 40s, average build and dressed like a businessman. I went down the hallway to the restroom and sat in the farthest kiosk from the room access. There was about a two substructure gap between the nates of the stall rampart and the floor. I dropped my pants, sat down and started stroking my cock ... wondering if anything might happen. I stroked my putz into a nice hard on fantasizing about the man I saw in the mall being someone looking for a piddling rooster caper. After about 3 minutes ( felt like forever ) I heard the hallway door squeek open and footstep heading down the entrance hall. The door to the comfort station opened and I heard person enter the stall beside me.

I watched his phantom as he dropped his pants and sat down. I leaned over a footling and peeked at his shoes and could tell by the pants it was the man that had been sitting in the center watching the hall. It was well-to-do to see his tail as he spread his knee joint and started stroking his tool. My cock jumped to an instant hardon. This was it ... there was my grownup rooster. I sat back so he could watch my shadower as I did the like. I spread my genu wide and stroked my dick in such a way that my shadow on the level 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 knee joint wider and jack his pecker as hard as I was.

After a duad of minutes he reached his hand under the stall bulwark and motioned to me. I did n't really know what to do so I dropped to my articulatio genus and slither my lower organic structure under the stall wall. He got on his knee, between mine, and started stroking my cock. I could lean back a little and watch under the stall wall. He lowered his question and swallowed my wholly cock down his throat. Just the view of a full-grown man between my knee swallowing my cock was so incredibly hot I almost came but I was able to support back. I reached under and held the spinal column of his fountainhead and started fucking his pharynx in slow down foresighted fortuity. 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 cock buried in my mouth.I slid back on my side of the stall wall.

He got on his articulatio genus and slue his lower body under the stall wall. There it was. A most beautiful adult peter, thick, dark pilus, tumid mushroom shaped headland and literally pulsing. I got on my knees between his and tentatively started stroking his cock. I squeezed a little precum out of his pecker and gingerly licked it off .... it was awesome. I could just get my digit all the way around his cock. I licked up and down and all around the shaft of his cock as I cupped his hairy musket ball in my hired man. I loved the feel of his cock and the manly flavor. I started slowly swallowing more and more of his rooster as I fucked his prick with my mouth. I could see his breathing react to my suck. He moaned softly each clip I stroked his cock with my back talk. Soon it was hitting the rachis of my throat. I wrapped my fingerbreadth around his cock, holding my hand against my lipps, so I could render him long, deep strokes. Getting as much of his putz in my mouth as I could and still giving him a ripe mouth fuck.

In just a couple of minutes I felt his thighs start to tighten up. He reached one mitt under the booth and lightly gripped the binding of my drumhead. As he held my caput still he started raising and lowering his hipps, fucking my sassing in faster and scant strokes. I heard him moan deeply and as he pushed his pecker in as deep as it would go, holding it there. It was wonderful feeling his large rooster bulge in my mouth and hand, each meter he shot a payload of cum down my throat. I could hardly proceed up, but managed to live with it all.

When he was done I sucked his tool dry until it started to wince. He pulled out and motioned me to slither back under. I slid my lower boday back under the stall bulwark and he swallowed my rooster down his pharynx. I reached over and held the backrest 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 Whitney Moore Young Jr. hot cargo down his throat It was incredible.

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