My best friend and I had been sucking each others turncock 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 peter sliding in and out of my mouth ... but I wanted more. By the fourth dimension I had my drivers license I really wanted to feel an adult cock heart its load of cum down my throat. I never did recount my friend but starting looking for an chance. When I got my restriced licence ( I could force back as long as the sun was up ) I started looking for my first gear cock. I drove to a local anaesthetic shopping centre where I had heard there was a public convenience that was cruisy. It was outdoors Wacammaw clayware down a tenacious hallway. The door to the hallway squeeked really load when it was exposed so you had plenty of warning. I had never really cruised a world restroom but was ready to give it a `` shot ''.

There were 3 urinals and two stalls in the comfort station. When I got to the mall and headed toward the hallway, I noticed a man sitting on a terrace discreetly watching the hallway door. He looked like he was in his mid 40s, average material body and dressed like a man of affairs. I went down the hall to the restroom and sat in the farthest carrell from the threshold. There was about a two foot gap between the bottom of the carrel wall and the flooring. I dropped my pants, sat down and started stroking my shaft ... wondering if anything might happen. I stroked my cock into a skillful hard on fantasizing about the man I saw in the mall being someone looking for a little tool dramatic play. After about 3 mo ( felt like forever ) I heard the hallway doorway squeek open and step heading down the dorm. The door to the public toilet opened and I heard mortal enter the stall beside me.

I watched his shadow as he dropped his pants and sat down. I leaned over a little and peeked at his shoes and could severalize by the pant it was the man that had been sitting in the mall watching the hall. It was gentle to see his shadow as he spread his stifle and started stroking his cock. My peter jumped to an instant hardon. This was it ... there was my grownup cock. I sat back so he could find out my phantom as I did the Saami. I spread my knees wide and stroked my cock in such a way that my shadow on the flooring clearly showed him what I was doing. As I spread my knees wide and jack my prick I could look out his shadow ( and I knew he was watching mine ). I could see him spreading his genu wider and jack his turncock as hard as I was.

After a twosome of minutes he reached his hired hand under the stall wall and motioned to me. I did n't really bonk what to do so I dropped to my knee and slid my lower body under the stall bulwark. He got on his knees, between mine, and started stroking my cock. I could lean back a little and take in under the booth wall. He lowered his point and swallowed my completely cock down his throat. Just the flock of a grown man between my knees swallowing my shaft was so incredibly hot I almost came but I was able to hold back. I reached under and held the back of his head and started fucking his pharynx in slow long CVA. 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 slope of the stand wall.

He got on his stifle and slid his lower soundbox under the stalling wall. There it was. A most beautiful adult cock, thick, dismal haircloth, big mushroom-shaped cloud shaped head and literally pulsing. I got on my knees between his and tentatively started stroking his cock. I squeezed a petty precum out of his hammer and gingerly licked it off .... it was awe-inspiring. I could just get my fingers all the way around his cock. I licked up and down and all around the shaft of his cock as I cupped his hairy balls in my mitt. I loved the feel of his turncock and the manly feeling. I started slowly swallowing more and Sir Thomas More of his peter as I fucked his shaft with my mouthpiece. I could hear his breathing react to my sucking. He moaned softly each time I stroked his turncock with my lips. Soon it was hitting the back of my throat. I wrapped my fingerbreadth around his prick, holding my hand against my lipps, so I could feed him long, deep strokes. Getting as much of his tool in my mouth as I could and still giving him a good mouth fuck.

In just a couple of bit I felt his thighs start to tighten up. He reached one bridge player under the stand 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 moan deeply and as he pushed his cock in as deep as it would go, holding it there. It was wonderful feeling his great cock protrusion in my oral fissure and hand, each time he shot a load of cum down my throat. I could hardly keep up, but managed to unsay it all.

When he was done I sucked his cock dry until it started to squinch. He pulled out and motioned me to slide back under. I slid my lower boday back under the booth wall and he swallowed my cock down his throat. I reached over and held the backbone of his heading and started deep fucking his throat. When I could n't stand it any more I buried my dick down his pharynx and held it there while I shot my young hot consignment down his throat It was incredible.

Before he left he dropped a posting under the stall bulwark. He had printed on it `` Econolodge all workweek, room 228 after 5:00 ''. I could n't hold back until I could get my following grown up hammer to drain .