My full Quaker and I had been sucking each others cocks 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 sassing ... but I wanted more. By the time I had my device driver license I really wanted to feel an grownup rooster pump its load of cum down my throat. I never did distinguish my booster but starting looking for an opportunity. When I got my restriced permit ( I could drive as long as the sun was up ) I started looking for my first prick. I drove to a local mall where I had heard there was a restroom that was cruisy. It was away Wacammaw pottery down a farsighted hall. The door to the hallway squeeked really load when it was give so you had plenteousness of warning. I had never really cruised a public restroom but was ready to give it a `` snapshot ''.

There were 3 urinals and two horse barn in the convenience. When I got to the shopping mall and headed toward the hall, I noticed a man sitting on a bench discreetly watching the hallway doorway. He looked like he was in his mid 40s, average physique and dressed like a man of affairs. I went down the hallway to the restroom and sat in the furthermost stalling from the door. There was about a two pes gap between the bottom of the stall rampart and the floor. I dropped my trouser, 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 promenade being someone looking for a small cock gaming. After about 3 minutes ( felt like forever ) I heard the hall threshold squeek out-of-doors and stride heading down the manse. The doorway to the comfort station opened and I heard person enter the stall beside me.

I watched his tail as he dropped his pants and sat down. I leaned over a slight and peeked at his horseshoe and could differentiate by the pants it was the man that had been sitting in the mall watching the hallway. It was easy to see his fantasm as he spread his knees and started stroking his hammer. My tool jumped to an instant hardon. This was it ... there was my adult tool. I sat back so he could watch my shadow as I did the Lapp. I spread my knees wide-eyed and stroked my stopcock in such a way that my shadow on the floor clearly showed him what I was doing. As I spread my articulatio genus wide and jacked my peter I could watch his phantom ( and I knew he was watching mine ). I could see him spreading his knees wider and jack his cock as hard as I was.

After a duad of minutes he reached his hand under the stall wall and motioned to me. I did n't really have sex what to do so I dropped to my human knee and slid my humiliated consistence under the stall wall. He got on his genu, between mine, and started stroking my cock. I could angle back a little and watch under the carrell paries. He lowered his mind and swallowed my whole hammer down his throat. Just the plenty of a grown man between my knees swallowing my cock was so incredibly hot I almost came but I was able to hold back. I reached under and held the backrest of his head and started fucking his throat in slow long separatrix. When I felt I was about to cum I pulled out. I did n't desire to cum until I had a chance to finger his cock buried in my mouth.I slid back on my side of the carrell wall.

He got on his knees and slid his lower body under the carrell wall. There it was. A most beautiful grownup cock, thick, drab pilus, boastfully mushroom shaped pass and literally pulsing. I got on my knees between his and tentatively started stroking his tool. I squeezed a piddling precum out of his cock 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 quill of his cock as I cupped his hairy bollock in my deal. I loved the smell of his cock and the manly smell. I started slowly swallowing more and more of his cock as I fucked his cock with my mouth. I could see his breathing react to my sucking. He moaned softly each time I stroked his rooster with my rim. Soon it was hitting the back of my throat. I wrapped my finger around his cock, holding my hired hand against my lipps, so I could give him long, cryptic strokes. Getting as much of his shaft in my lip as I could and still giving him a undecomposed lip fuck.

In just a distich of transactions I felt his thigh start to tighten up. He reached one hand under the stall 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 inadequate strokes. I heard him groan deeply and as he pushed his hammer in as bass as it would go, holding it there. It was grand feeling his large hammer bulge in my mouth and hand, each metre he shot a warhead of cum down my pharynx. I could hardly go on up, but managed to unsay it all.

When he was done I sucked his tool dry until it started to shrink. He pulled out and motioned me to slide back under. I slid my humble boday back under the booth rampart and he swallowed my cock down his throat. I reached over and held the cover of his heading and started deep fucking his pharynx. When I could n't stand it any more I buried my prick down his pharynx and held it there while I shot my new hot warhead down his pharynx It was incredible.

Before he left he dropped a card under the stall 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 pecker to drain .