My C. H. Best acquaintance and I had been sucking each others peter since we were young. We never did cum in each others mouth. After sucking for a patch we would jack off until we shot our loads. It was really hot, and I enjoyed 69ing it with him, feeling his rooster sliding in and out of my mouth ... but I wanted more. By the time I had my driver license I really wanted to palpate an adult cock heart its load of cum down my throat. I never did tell my champion but starting looking for an chance. When I got my restriced license ( I could drive as long as the sun was up ) I started looking for my starting time putz. I drove to a local mall where I had heard there was a convenience that was cruisy. It was international Wacammaw Pottery down a long hallway. The door to the hallway squeeked really debase when it was open so you had plenty of warning. I had never really cruised a public convenience but was cook to give it a `` shot ''.

There were 3 urinals and two kiosk in the restroom. When I got to the mall 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, medium build and dressed like a businessman. I went down the hallway to the comfort station and sat in the farthest stall from the door. There was about a two foot gap between the prat of the stall paries and the base. I dropped my drawers, sat down and started stroking my dick ... wondering if anything might pass off. I stroked my pecker into a skillful hard on fantasizing about the man I saw in the shopping centre being someone looking for a petty tool child's play. After about 3 minutes ( felt like forever ) I heard the hallway threshold squeek open and footsteps heading down the hall. The door to the restroom opened and I heard person enter the stall beside me.

I watched his trace as he dropped his pants and sat down. I leaned over a little and peeked at his shoe and could tell by the pants it was the man that had been sitting in the mall watching the hallway. It was well-to-do to see his shadow as he spread his knees and started stroking his hammer. My cock jumped to an second hardon. This was it ... there was my grownup pecker. I sat back so he could watch my trace as I did the same. I spread my knee joint wide and stroked my dick in such a way that my shadow on the story clearly showed him what I was doing. As I spread my knees wide and jack my tool I could watch his shadow ( and I knew he was watching mine ). I could see him spreading his knees wider and jack up his cock as intemperately as I was.

After a couple of minutes he reached his hand under the stall rampart and motioned to me. I did n't really bed what to do so I dropped to my knee joint and slip my lower consistency under the carrell wall. He got on his human knee, between mine, and started stroking my peter. I could tip back a footling and watch under the carrel paries. He lowered his head and swallowed my unharmed cock down his throat. Just the sight of a grown man between my knee swallowing my cock was so incredibly hot I almost came but I was able to hold back. I reached under and held the vertebral column of his headway and started fucking his throat in decelerate long throw. 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 stall wall.

He got on his knees and slid his blue trunk under the stall rampart. There it was. A most beautiful adult cock, thick, iniquity tomentum, large mushroom shaped head teacher and literally pulsing. I got on my knee joint between his and tentatively started stroking his cock. I squeezed a slight precum out of his cock and gingerly licked it off .... it was awesome. I could just get my digit all the way around his putz. I licked up and down and all around the shaft of his cock as I cupped his hairy Lucille Ball in my mitt. I loved the flavour of his cock and the manly flavor. I started slowly swallowing more and more of his tool as I fucked his cock with my mouth. I could learn his breathing react to my sucking. He moaned softly each time I stroked his cock with my backtalk. Soon it was hitting the back of my pharynx. I wrapped my fingers around his cock, holding my mitt against my lipps, so I could give him long, deep throw. Getting as practically of his putz in my oral cavity as I could and still giving him a proficient rima oris fuck.

In just a match of minutes I felt his thigh start to tighten up. He reached one bridge player under the carrel and lightly gripped the rachis of my head. As he held my school principal still he started raising and lowering his hipps, fucking my mouth in faster and inadequate stroke. I heard him moan deeply and as he pushed his turncock in as deep as it would go, holding it there. It was wonderful feeling his vauntingly putz protuberance in my mouth and hand, each metre he shot a shipment of cum down my pharynx. I could hardly keep up, but managed to swallow it all.

When he was done I sucked his tool dry until it started to reduce. He pulled out and motioned me to slide back under. I slid my lower boday back under the stall wall and he swallowed my peter down his pharynx. I reached over and held the back of his brain and started deep fucking his throat. When I could n't stand it any more I buried my putz down his pharynx and held it there while I shot my young hot shipment down his throat It was incredible.

Before he left he dropped a bill of fare under the sales booth wall. He had printed on it `` Econolodge all calendar week, room 228 after 5:00 ''. I could n't look until I could get my adjacent grown up turncock to enfeeble .