WARNING! This story contains graphic depictions of sexual activity between consenting adult males. If you are offended by such material, read no further. Also, if you are under legal age, in a state or community where such material is prohibited by law, or there is any other reason you shouldn't be reading this.. Don't!
Oh yes, I should also tell you that this is a work of fiction and imagination and any resemblance to any real life persons (other than myself) or actual events is purely coincidental, etc. etc.
The last story I wrote ("Just Being Neighborly") turned out to have 26 chapters before I ended it. So, I guess I'm working backwards into this single episode story - one with no continuations. Hope you like it. If you do, feel free to let me know. If you didn't, you can also tell me that; but, please, try to be nice about it, I have a very fragile ego.
Mall Walking
I wasn't really cruising (this time). I just was in the mall doing some shopping when nature called, so I found the nearest men's room shown on the directory map. It was down a side hall and there wasn't much traffic going on around there, so I wasn't expecting anything to happen.
When I went in, the place was empty, so I could choose from any of the five urinals lined up along the wall. The nearest one was a low-boy (for kids), and I just turned right into the next one in line and unzipped my fly and pulled out my soft, nothing-to-get-excited-about couple of inches to relieve myself.
I really hadn't been paying much attention to the place - like I said, I needed to go and that's all that I was thinking about - until a young man (maybe 25 or so) walked in and turned into the urinal at the far end on my left. That's when I first noticed that there weren't any privacy shields, and I had a really good view toward what might be showing up.
Things started looking up as soon as I saw him reaching way into his open fly to get it out. You don't have to reach far if it's only and inch or two long. A short one like that usually is right there behind the fly, and flips right out. When a guy has to reach so far into his jeans, he's usually going to be "hauling out" something worth your interest.
This one, when he finally got it all the way out, was definitely worth a second viewing! It must have been at least 4 or 5 inches long even though it was very soft and flexible. In fact, as he pulled it out with his right hand, he just laid it out over his open left hand, letting it hang over.
It was nice and white and pink, and - best yet - uncut!! The shank looked very round, though not very wide, but it was nicely filled out, and you could just make out the lump of a large vein running along the top. There were no wrinkles in the smooth, soft-looking skin, which went all the way over the head into a pucker of loose skin past the end about a quarter to a half-inch long.
He seemed totally at ease and unaware of my interest in what he had in his hand, as the slightly yellow stream started to flow out the end and splash into the white porcelain in front of him. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It just looked so wonderful, and I was already dreaming about what I would like to do with it.
Pretty soon the stream slowed and arched downward, then stopped. That's when he shook it a few times, and it limply flopped up and down past his fingers. Then he did what I was hoping for..he skinned it back a little to where the foreskin was only about halfway over the head, allowing the shiny, pinkish-blue strawberry to show its business end with its reward-offering slit. He shook it a couple more times, this time much slower than before. Then he pushed the skin forward and pulled it back several times.
By now, my own few inches were starting to increase in both length and girth, and I looked down to see that my own stream had split (you know how it does sometimes); but I still couldn't take my eyes away for long from the grand view down the line from me. So far, he hadn't looked toward me at any time and had given no indication that he knew I was so intent on burning the image of that delicious looking piece of meat into my long-term memory for future recall and fantasies.
That's when I noticed that it looked a little fuller and didn't seem to be hanging over as much as before. In fact, it seemed to be a lot straighter than I remembered it being a couple minutes before. My hopes came up. Maybe.just maybe.
But, no such luck. He shook it again, pushed the foreskin back over the end, and then carefully folded and shoved it back into his jeans. What a shame, I thought. That was a cock that just needed some close attention - the kind of attention I'd like to give to such a beauty! I guess who ever said it was right.some you win, some you lose. Maybe I'll get a shot at something else before I leave the mall tonight.
I continued to wander through a few stores looking for whatever might catch my eye. I had some time and really wasn't looking for anything in particular.just browsing.and it was store merchandise that I was looking at - not the kind walking around in shorts and jeans (tho' I did see a couple nice baskets going by).
A couple times I looked up and thought I saw the guy from the men's room nearby. Figured he was doing the same as I. Little did I know how true that was, until I was walking out of one store, and there he was standing outside the door. As I passed, he whispered, "If you'd like a better look at it, follow me."
I stopped dead in my tracks for a second. Had I heard right? I started to step forward again, and turned to look at him. He had a little half-smile, half-smirk on his face as he looked directly into my eyes and said, "you coming?". Then he turned and started off.
I was in a real quandry. What was going on? Did he mean it? What did he have in mind? What would happen? Where would we go? Was it safe? As I hestitated, he slowed and looked back over his shoulder. He smiled again and beckoned with his head. I turned and started to follow.
We walked down through the mall, me following about 15 feet behind him, but looking into windows and out at the crowd to keep it from being obvious to anyone else what was going on. Suddenly he turned right and disappeared into a small set- back in the wall. When I got there I saw a door marked Employees Only. Oh well, I'd done this once before in an airport terminal (another story maybe?) so I marched on through like I belonged there.
He had stopped just inside the door and was waiting when I came through.
"Hi. I'm Darren. I saw you checking me out earlier, but you didn't do anything, so I've been following you to see whether or not I ought to say something. When I saw you scope out every nice looking guy that walked by in the last half-hour, I figured you weren't entirely straight and maybe."
".but you never looked over to me."
"I have really good peripheral vision."
"Oh.. so okay. I'd like to see it better.and more of it.and up a lot closer," I finally blurted out, reaching out toward his crotch.
"Not here," he said backing up slightly, "we're on candid camera. Just walk with me like you know me and we're going somewhere. I used to work here and know the way around. There's a great place up ahead where no one goes and there are no security cameras."
"Okay," I replied, and turned to walk with him down the corridor.
After about six or eight turns, I had no idea where we were, but Darren seemed to know where he was going, so I just kept up along with him. Finally we climbed a half-flight of stairs and turned right into a small corridor that didn't have any doors that I could see and wasn't very well lighted either.
"What is this place?" I asked.
"I don't know.I think it's here for if they should decide to build another level.this would tie into it. But it is definitely private, and no one can get here without coming up the stairs, which, if you noticed, made noise when we walked up them. So.," he said softly as he leaned back against the wall and put his hands behind his butt.
The invitation was obvious, and I didn't pass it up. I reached out with both hands and began to unbuckle his belt and unbutton the top of his jeans. When they were opened, I unzipped his fly. Rather than go right for it, however, I decided to take some time and make it more enjoyable, so I pulled his shirt out of his waistband and lifted it up to his neck.
His chest was nice and muscled - not ripped or anything gym rattish - just masculine. There was a light covering of light brown curly hair between his pecs and his nipples were pink as rosebuds. I bent forward and touched his left nipple with the tip of my tongue.
He moaned lightly, and I lowered my lips to it, taking it between my lips and then between the edges of my teeth, working it into an erection until I could flick it with my tongue while I held it in my teeth. Then I sucked on it lightly. He moaned again.
I lifted my head and moved my body forward to press against him, grinding my groin into his. Then I bent my head down and kissed the side his neck at the top of his collar. Slowly I worked my lips up to his ear and then across his cheek to his lips. When my lips were atop his, he slowly parted his and I felt his tongue starting to dart across to mine. This time I moaned in encouragement.
He pulled his hands out from behind him and grabbed my butt from both sides and pulled me tighter against the now hardened lump below and to the left of his fly. I pushed my own fully hardened, throbbing cock against his even tighter and began to move my hips from side to side.
His tongue went deep into my mouth and began to search and fight for space with my own. He pushed and ground against me even more.
I couldn't wait any longer. I pulled back, reached down, grabbed his jeans at the waist and pushed them down toward his knees. At the same time I went down onto my knees in front of his black silk boxers that were tented out by a pole I wanted!!! I leaned forward, and with my lips and teeth, I pushed the boxers over to the side so that his rock- solid cock popped through the fly into the open air.
He was now rubbing his stomach with both hands and pushing his butt out away from the wall to make his lovely cock more available to me.
I looked down my nose and saw what I had imagined!! There it was!!! Sticking out there waiting for me to worship it. I had to be at least 7 inches long, but not too wide. The foreskin was stretched thin and only covered about half the head. There was a shiny drop of man dew on the slit.
I took it! I reached out with my tongue and tasted his sweet nectar and was rewarded with a pulse and another drop. I leaned back and looked at it again. That part of the head you could see was turning a bright, shiny purple from the blood that was rushing into it. I reached up with my right hand and grabbed the shaft, pushing the loose skin back toward his light brown pubic bush. The foreskin rolled back along the head and then disappeared behind the flared edge.
I couldn't wait any more for this either. I leaned forward and enveloped it with my eager mouth. It tasted as good as it looked!!! Slowly I moved my head forward, driving my lips over the same flared edge behind which the foreskin had slipped and then down the shaft until I felt the head hit the back of my throat.
I'm really not that experienced that I can keep going and deep throat a seven-incher, so I just stopped at that point and then began to retreat back down the shaft. As I got enough room to get my hand back in, I grabbed the shaft and began to push the skin forward, so that as my lips passed over the head, the foreskin rolled back into place.
When I had moved all the way off the end, I pushed further with my hand, and the skin moved over the tip, hiding the slit, and ending up in about the same puckered lips that I had seen and wanted so much earlier. I leaned back forward and kissed the pucker. Then I stuck my tongue into it and started to rim the hidden head, rasping it with the rough surface of my tongue.
He couldn't just stand there doing nothing. He just had to push himself back into my mouth. I didn't resist. Then he moved his hands down and put one onto each side of my head above and behind my ears and started to pull my head forward. Holding my head like that, he began to fuck my face. I managed to get my right hand up and grasp around the base of his cock so that he couldn't shove it all the way in and choke me.
Apparently that was fine with him. He kept it up at a steady pace for maybe five or ten minutes, just slowly working his way back and forth, in and out. I was enjoying every minute of it and getting hotter and hotter as I felt the smooth skin on my lips and the sweet nectar being left on my tongue. Finally, I decided I wanted more.
I pushed my head back forcibly until his cock was out of my mouth. Then I looked up and said, "I've got a better place to put this thing. One that's a lot hotter and lot deeper. Okay?"
"Damn straight," was all he managed to get out between his labored breaths.
He released my head, and I stood up. As I did, he didn't wait for me to start getting my pants down, he grabbed and unbuckled my belt, opened the button and unzipped my fly as I was straightening up. He pushed down on my pants and shorts tops until they were about midway down my thighs and then he grabbed my butt on each side and pulled me to him so that our two hard tools were rubbing against each other.
There's one other thing I like about an uncut partner (besides getting my tongue under it during a good suck, as I had done before, and besides getting butt fucked by one, as I was about to do) so I decided to go for broke.
I backed away slightly, reached down with my right hand, grabbed his shaft, lowering it so that it was more level, and pushed the skin back so that the head was mostly uncovered. Using my left hand, I put the tip of my raging hard-on against the tip of his, and pulled the skin forward over both heads. I moved my left hand forward so that it was over the union of the two cocks and I slowly began to move my hips so that the two heads slid back and forth inside the skin held there by my left hand.
I've often wondered if I could `dock' long enough to shoot my load, but I've never really tried. I always want to turn around and take it where it can go deep and fill me with a flood of hot jizm.and, as usual, that's just what I did again.
Between the two of us, there was an ample supply of pre-cum inside that skin sleeve, so when I pulled free and turned around, it was dripping off the tip of his purple, red joy stick. All he had to do was slip it between my cheeks and it slid right into place.
I was so ready that I didn't feel even a slight pain this time as I felt the enlarged head pass my rosebud and enter my man pussy. He just keep pushing, and it just went deeper. As I had said before, it wasn't that thick, so it just went in nice and easy and kept going on in. That's when he finally said something. "Oh, damn! That's fine! That is the nicest piece of ass I think this cock has ever met! Where have you been? Or more importantly, where are you going to be? I want more of this!!"
Then he shut up and started to pump. Not missing a beat, he pushed out and turned me in toward the wall so I could put my hands up to steady myself. I may have "assumed the position", but what he was doing was a hell of a lot better than just a frisk!!!
I was in heaven. There is nothing like a beautiful dick working it way in and out of my ass!! The sensations are incredible as it fills me and strokes the insides of my love tunnel. And the added eroticism of my mental images of what it is doing in there, and how that wonderful skin is moving, allowing the head to emerge and then retreat into its shelter as it thrills me!! I can feel the head as it presses deep inside me, almost as though it is rubbing against the inside/backside of my abdomen and navel.
I push my butt out further and wriggle to get myself as far down onto that wonderful, throbbing rod as I can. "Oh, yessss! Fuck my ass!! Fuck that butt!! Give it to me, baby!! Give me every bit of that wonderful meat!! Oh, yess! Pound my ass! Hump me, baby!! Hump me!! Fuck me good, then send me that hot load of man honey! Fill me up with your hot cum, baby!! Come on! Fuck me good!!!!"
As I whispered back over my shoulder to him, he reached in front and grabbed me in the crease of my hips, pulling me to him and holding me as he began to piston himself into me with renewed vigor. Slam! Slam! Slam! I could hear the sound as the front of his thighs slapped against the back of mine and his abs slammed into my butt cheeks.
He was riding those buns into the final stretch!! I felt his rod driving in and out of me!! It pulled my ass out and pushed it back in! It ran over my prostate and sent chills and electric currents out from my groin, down into my thighs and up my spine to the base of my brain.
I was trembling all over. I just wanted to feel him in there. I wanted him to drive that stake into me until it flooded me with its wonderful goo!! I wanted to be fucked! Plain and simple!! I wanted to get dicked until I screamed!! And I was just about ready to do so!!!
.only he beat me to the punch. "OOOOoooooooohhhhhh, ssssshhhhhittttttttt!!! I'm gonna cummmmm! I'm cummmminnnnggggggg!!! Ooooohhhhhh, goddddddddd. Here it cummmmmmssss!! HERE IT CUMS! OOOOooooooooooohhhhhhhh, yessssssssssssssssssssssssssss!" With that he pulled me against him, so that his plow was a deep as it would ever go, and I started to work my inner muscles for all I was worth!!
I felt his whole body shudder against me as I felt his cock swell and explode inside me!! I pushed back again and wriggled my ass against him to try and pull every drop that his balls were capable of flooding into me. It shot! Then it jerked, pulsed and shot again! And again! Each time it felt like he was squirting a pint of heavy cream into me!! Time and time again!! He just kept shooting!
At six, I couldn't count any more. At that point, my own orgasm took hold of my body as well as my mind. I leaned back from the wall and grabbed my ready-to-erupt member with my right hand. One stroke was all it took and I laid a two- foot string of pearls onto the wall in front of me. Another stroke and another string. Four times I shot my load onto the wall before it just started to pour over the end and down onto my hand.
"Oh, my god!" I heard him say. "That was fucking incredible!! Give me ten minutes and let's do that again!!"
"I don't know if ten minutes will be enough, but I would sure like to do it again too!" I replied. "Just let me catch my breath!! ..but leave it there.. Don't take it out yet. Just let it stay right now. Please."
"Okay." he said between heaves of his chest. "Okay. it feels too good to take out anyway. I want to leave it there for an hour," he continued as he pushed me forward and leaned over me.
Even after all that, the feel of his hot body on mine was great!! I was exhausted but even then wanted him more!
We just stayed there that way for a few minutes. Then he straightened up and looked at his watch. "Holy shit! It's 9:35. The mall just closed. We've got to get out of here!" With that he backed away and his now reduced, but still nice sized, cock was pulled out of my hungry ass. "We better move or we're going to have some serious explaining to do."
Quickly we pulled our shorts and pants back up, tucking in our shirts and getting straightened up.
"You lead the way," I said, "I have no idea where we are or how to get out of here!"
"Okay.. this way." He said as he turned and started for the stairs.
As we came out into the mall, we were directly across from one set of doors and a security guard was standing there as everyone filed out past him. We fell in line and exited with everyone else.
Darren was right behind me as we started through the door and I led the way through the crowd to the sidewalk on the right. When I thought we were clear and could talk, I turned around to ask Darren for his number or to make arrangements for another meeting.but he wasn't there. I looked around over the people still standing outside, but I didn't see him anywhere.
I don't know why he left like that. but you can be sure that I will be back to this mall, hoping to find him again.
Comments are gratefully accepted, so let me hear from you. -CNJshore9@aol.com-