My substantially friend 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 jacklight 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 prison term I had my drivers license I really wanted to feel an grownup putz pump its freight of cum down my throat. I never did differentiate 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 number one putz. I drove to a local plaza where I had heard there was a toilet facility that was cruisy. It was outdoor Wacammaw Pottery down a foresighted hall. The door to the hall squeeked really load when it was open so you had plenty of warning. I had never really cruised a public toilet facility but was ready to give it a `` injection ''.

There were 3 urinals and two stalls 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 door. He looked like he was in his mid 40s, average build and dressed like a businessman. I went down the hall to the public convenience and sat in the farthest carrel from the door. There was about a two foot gap between the stern of the carrel wall and the flooring. I dropped my pants, sat down and started stroking my cock ... wondering if anything might happen. I stroked my dick into a nice hard on fantasizing about the man I saw in the mall being person looking for a little peter play. After about 3 moment ( felt like forever ) I heard the hall door squeek open and footsteps heading down the hall. The doorway to the wash room opened and I heard individual enter the stall beside me.

I watched his tail as he dropped his pants and sat down. I leaned over a piddling and peeked at his place and could tell apart by the pant it was the man that had been sitting in the mall watching the hallway. It was easy to see his dark as he spread his knees and started stroking his cock. My cock jumped to an trice hardon. This was it ... there was my adult peter. I sat back so he could watch my fantasm as I did the same. I spread my knees wide and stroked my cock in such a way that my phantasma on the storey clearly showed him what I was doing. As I spread my knees wide and jack up my cock I could watch over his phantom ( and I knew he was watching mine ). I could see him spreading his human knee wider and jack his rooster as hard as I was.

After a couple of hour he reached his hand under the stand wall and motioned to me. I did n't really know what to do so I dropped to my articulatio genus and skid my scurvy body under the stall wall. He got on his knees, between mine, and started stroking my cock. I could lean back a little and watch over under the stall wall. He lowered his brain and swallowed my solid cock down his throat. Just the sight of a grown man between my knees swallowing my cock was so incredibly hot I almost came but I was able to arrest back. I reached under and held the back of his head and started fucking his throat in deadening long strokes. 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 stopcock buried in my mouth.I slid back on my face of the stall wall.

He got on his human knee and slid his lower consistence under the stall bulwark. There it was. A most beautiful adult tool, thick, drear hair, vauntingly mushroom shaped head and literally pulsing. I got on my articulatio genus between his and tentatively started stroking his dick. I squeezed a little precum out of his cock 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 dig of his cock as I cupped his hairy Lucille Ball in my hand. I loved the tactile property of his cock and the manly smell. I started slowly swallowing more and more of his cock as I fucked his tool with my mouth. I could pick up his breathing react to my sucking. He moaned softly each time I stroked his pecker with my lips. Soon it was hitting the spine of my pharynx. I wrapped my finger around his cock, holding my hand against my lipps, so I could return him long, oceanic abyss strokes. Getting as a great deal of his cock in my mouth as I could and still giving him a skillful sass fuck.

In just a brace of minutes I felt his thigh start to tighten up. He reached one hand under the stall and lightly gripped the spine of my head. As he held my head still he started raising and lowering his hipps, fucking my rima oris in faster and shorter strokes. I heard him groan deeply and as he pushed his cock in as recondite as it would go, holding it there. It was terrific feeling his declamatory peter jut in my back talk and hand, each meter he shot a burden of cum down my throat. I could hardly keep up, but managed to eat up it all.

When he was done I sucked his cock dry until it started to shrink. He pulled out and motioned me to slide back under. I slid my lower boday back under the kiosk paries and he swallowed my cock down his throat. I reached over and held the rear of his head and started thick fucking his pharynx. When I could n't stick out it any more I buried my prick down his pharynx and held it there while I shot my Pres Young hot incumbrance down his throat It was incredible.

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