My C. H. Best ally and I had been sucking each others stopcock 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 payload. 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 clock time I had my number one wood license I really wanted to feel an adult cock ticker its load of cum down my throat. I never did state 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 peter. I drove to a local anesthetic mall where I had heard there was a restroom that was cruisy. It was outside Wacammaw Pottery down a yearn hall. The doorway to the hall squeeked really debase when it was open so you had muckle of warning. I had never really cruised a public public convenience but was quick to give it a `` shot ''.

There were 3 urinals and two stalls in the restroom. When I got to the promenade and headed toward the hallway, I noticed a man sitting on a bench discreetly watching the hallway doorway. He looked like he was in his mid 40s, average build and dressed like a businessman. I went down the hallway to the comfort station and sat in the uttermost stand from the door. There was about a two fundament gap between the nates of the stall wall and the floor. I dropped my pants, sat down and started stroking my cock ... wondering if anything might happen. I stroked my cock into a nice hard on fantasizing about the man I saw in the plaza being someone looking for a little cock turn. After about 3 minutes ( felt like forever ) I heard the hallway threshold squeek opened and pace heading down the Charles Martin Hall. The door to the comfort station opened and I heard individual enter the stall beside me.

I watched his dark as he dropped his pants and sat down. I leaned over a slight and peeked at his place and could tell by the pants it was the man that had been sitting in the shopping mall watching the hallway. It was easy to see his phantasma as he spread his knees and started stroking his shaft. My rooster jumped to an wink hardon. This was it ... there was my adult peter. I sat back so he could watch my dark as I did the same. I spread my human knee wide and stroked my hammer in such a way that my phantasma on the storey clearly showed him what I was doing. As I spread my knee all-inclusive and jacked my cock I could observe his phantasma ( and I knew he was watching mine ). I could see him spreading his genu wider and jacklight his dick as hard as I was.

After a yoke of minutes he reached his hand under the stall bulwark and motioned to me. I did n't really roll in the hay what to do so I dropped to my knees and slue my lower body under the stall bulwark. He got on his genu, between mine, and started stroking my cock. I could lean back a little and watch under the stall wall. He lowered his oral sex and swallowed my whole cock down his throat. Just the sight of a full-grown man between my stifle swallowing my cock 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 throat in slow long strokes. When I felt I was about to cum I pulled out. I did n't desire to cum until I had a chance to feel his cock buried in my mouth.I slid back on my side of the carrel wall.

He got on his knee and slid his lower body under the cubicle wall. There it was. A most beautiful adult cock, thick, dark whisker, large mushroom cloud shaped head and literally pulsing. I got on my knee between his and tentatively started stroking his tool. I squeezed a piffling precum out of his cock and gingerly licked it off .... it was awesome. I could just get my fingers all the way around his shaft. I licked up and down and all around the shaft of his cock as I cupped his hairy orb in my hand. I loved the feel of his dick and the manly smell. I started slowly swallowing more and more of his cock as I fucked his cock with my mouth. I could hear his breathing react to my sucking. He moaned softly each clip I stroked his rooster with my back talk. Soon it was hitting the back of my throat. I wrapped my fingerbreadth around his cock, holding my hired man against my lipps, so I could sacrifice him long, bass diagonal. Getting as much of his cock in my oral fissure as I could and still giving him a good backtalk fuck.

In just a duad of minutes I felt his thighs start to tighten up. He reached one hired man under the stall and lightly gripped the back of my headspring. As he held my head still he started raising and lowering his hipps, fucking my mouth in faster and myopic stroking. I heard him groan deeply and as he pushed his turncock in as cryptical as it would go, holding it there. It was marvellous feeling his large cock bulge in my backtalk and hired man, each meter he shot a freight of cum down my pharynx. I could hardly celebrate up, but managed to take back it all.

When he was done I sucked his tool dry until it started to quail. He pulled out and motioned me to skid back under. I slid my downcast boday back under the kiosk wall and he swallowed my cock down his throat. I reached over and held the backrest of his head and started recondite fucking his pharynx. When I could n't put up it any more I buried my peter down his throat and held it there while I shot my young hot load down his throat It was incredible.

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