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Shopping Centre Twink
I was cruising the public toilets of a local shopping mall, when someone entered the cubicle next to mine, against the far wall. After a while, the familiar routine ensued; looking at the shadow of the person under the partition wall, I could see that he was also bending forward every now and then to check my shadow. This was the encouragement I needed; I began wanking, making sure the shadow I cast made it clear I was doing so. After I was sure he had seen me, when I looked under again, he kindly reciprocated. By this time, my cock was hard and throbbing.
Now the question became: what would happen next? He was clearly interested, but some men only want the excitement of being watched, or watching someone else. Others will wank and sometimes attempt to suck under the partition. A rare few will invite one into their cubicle. However, this carries the most risk of being caught, especially in such a public place.
I decided to escalate things to the next level... I knelt down on the floor and carefully peered at him under the partition while he sat on the toilet. He saw me immediately, and although most men's first reaction was to hide their face (to protect their anonymity) and / or cover their cock by closing their legs (most likely a completely puritanical response), he strangely didn't do either. And I soon surmised why. He was almost certainly a teenager, perhaps not very experienced in these matters, and had probably not yet developed the standard cottaging 'defense' mechanisms.
His precum-leaking cock was encased in his hand. He stopped his wanking motion, and looked at me quizzically. He looked to be very much my type; slim, smooth and pale.
I didn't want to scare him off, so I returned to my original position on the toilet, to allow him to decide the next move. I started wanking, expecting to see his face appear under the partition soon. I waited... and waited. There were shuffling and strange noises, so I continued waiting. Nothing.
I became anxious that he had decided that I was not to his liking. When I could not contain myself any longer, I looked under the partition again. No shoes or legs greeted my gaze, and the familiar shadow of someone sitting on the toilet was not there. Instead, the shadow had shifted towards the back of the cubicle, and stretched from the toilet bowl to the partition wall. I quickly realized what had occurred, thus returned to sitting on the toilet bowl, leaned back against the rear wall and spread my legs, letting my cock throb to the rhythm of my excited heartbeat above my stomach. I looked up and as I had surmised, there his handsome, smooth face appeared above the partition wall. His eyes darted between my dick and my face, gauging my reaction. In response, I took my penis in my hand and slowly pulled the foreskin up over the glans, and then slowly down, fully exposing it again.
When I looked up again, his eyes were riveted to my wanking cock, and I could tell by the way he was jiggling about that he was jerking off as well, but much faster.
I didn't want him to cum before I had more chances to see and hopefully even touch him, and was just about to motion to him to kneel at the partition, when he turned his head and flicked it back towards the wall. Did he just invite me into his cubicle, I thought?
He did it again, and to be completely sure, I pointed wordlessly at myself and then to his cubicle. He nodded. I didn't need to be asked again.
I jumped up, pulling up my underwear and jeans together in one motion. I didn't even bother doing my belt, but listened to the sounds of movement in the room. When I was as certain as I could be that I could exit from my stall without being seen or noticed, I quickly did so and stood before his cubicle door. I pushed at it, but it was still locked. Not wanting to draw any attention to these goings-on by speaking or knocking, I stuck my foot under the door. He must have recognized my runners, as the next moment, I heard the sound of the lock going open. I quickly stepped in and locked the door behind me.
When I turned around, the sight that befell me caused my eyes to widen before I could stop them. Here he stood on the toilet bowl, completely naked, including his shoes and socks. What a body! Slim and toned. Completely hairless except for a patch of brown pubes above his rock-hard, uncut cock, and a light dusting on his calves. No sign of a tan line anywhere and even in the less than perfect light of the toilet, apparently beautifully pale.
I dropped my trousers and underwear to my ankles in a flash, and upon receiving tacit approval from his eyes, shuffled forwards into oral contact range. Before my face twitched a relatively thin cock, with the foreskin pulled back to expose the top third of the bullet shaped glans, covered with pre-cum. It was so stiff that it pointed to the ceiling without any external assistance, and the beating of his heart pumping blood into this sexy, engorged body part hardly made it move at all.
Being quite tall myself, and this stunning twink of medium height, the tip of this upraised penis was just below my mouth. I was staring at it in awe, but seemingly admiring it without action for too long, as the young man went up on his toes, pushing the cum lollipop onto my lips. He needn't have bothered... I was hooked!
I firstly used my tongue to clean off most of the young, sweet pre-cum bubbling incessantly from the tip of this pouting penis. I could have carried on much longer, as it just didn't seem to stop flowing out. But I wanted even more than that!
I had to pull the cock away from his treasure trail-free stomach, in order to give me an angle to insert it into my drooling mouth. The tip rubbed against my palate behind my top front teeth as it slowly went in, causing him to gasp and twitch with sensitivity. I was able to take it all in, until my nose was buried in the soft, curly hairs of his pubes.
By this time, his youthful impatience could no longer be denied; he grabbed both sides of my head with his hands, and began thrusting into my willing mouth.
I was sucking him off like a vacuum cleaner and running my hands all over his body, but especially his nipples, which caused him to bite his lip to not make a sound.
Then disaster! The outer door to the toilet opened, and someone else came in. This was not an issue in itself, as other men were constantly in and out, but they either remained in the urinal area, or took up a stall far away from ours. I immediately stopped my ministrations, but within seconds, the footsteps came around the corner, and the newcomer occupied the cubicle I had vacated earlier, right next to us. At this point, due to the fear of being caught, I lost my erection completely, but he remained hard, and just crouched down a little so that neither he nor his shadow could be seen over the partition. Anxious, uncontrolled thoughts raced through my head. I was strangely thankful that his feet were on the bowl of the toilet, so only mine could be noticed by anyone stealing a glance under the partition. They would be facing the bowl, with my trousers around my ankles, but would probably not arouse undue suspicion. My partner's shoes and clothes were stacked next to the wall, behind the bowl, hopefully out of site...
Our new neighbour was taking his time, so eventually I calmed down, and could not resist playing with the throbbing erection right in front of my face again. At first, he tried to stop me, removing my hands from his cock. But after a while, and especially after I began licking the head and the pre-cum accumulating on it, he gave in and allowed me to continue. He got near to cumming several times, but would pull his dick from my suctioning lips, and take my hands off his balls and body.
Finally, our neighbour finished his business and departed. We were alone once more. And I didn't waste a second. I slurped his cock to the hilt on the downstroke, pulling him towards me by his tight bubble butt, with one hand between his legs from behind, caressing his balls and cajoling the semen from within. He had begun groaning softly, but by the time his breathing became ragged and his cock stiffened up even further in my mouth, he was making quite a noise, oblivious to the surroundings. Thankfully we were alone.
With a guttural grunt, he jerked his hips back, and grabbed hold of his slimy cock after it hit his stomach and bounced off it. I watched in wonder as this teenage body proceeded to launch cum from the majestic cock-tube that had, until recently, been filling my mouth and slamming my throat; from the glans that was now so engorged that the skin reflected the available light almost like steel.
The first rope of solid cum shot into the air, splattering against the ceiling of the cubicle. The next was misaimed by his thrashing body and cock, and flew over the partition, landing somewhere that, had anyone been in there at the time, they would definitely have noticed landing on themselves. The following few shots were equally impressive in volume but expelled more as a spray of semen droplets than a coherent stream. Cum was everywhere. I had never previously experienced such an amount of jizz, and most certainly not from balls that were average size, definitely nothing like world record standards.
When he finally exhaled with a long sigh, he removed his hand from the magic wand that had granted us both so much pleasure, that was still pulsing in young, post-orgasmic horniness, and slumped down onto the toilet, completely out of breath and strength.
Since I was understandably not going to receive any assistance from this drained teen soon, I proceeded to knock one out from my over-excited dick, cumming all over the wall in a matter of seconds, while he watched interestedly.
His cock was still solid (ah, the advantages of youth) as he regained his composure and began to clean himself off with reams of toilet paper, after which he quickly dressed and left, leaving me to contemplate if I would ever see him again, and enjoy what he had to offer. Unfortunately, although I went to the same place again several times, I never did.