Well, thanks again for the enormous response to my last 3 postings. I'm amazed there are so many guys out there who read this stuff. I know some of you got a little bored with my commentary on tearooms last time, but remember I did put a disclaimer in it--not to blame me for it...I was just trying to answer some of the many questions that I received via e-mail. It would've taken me forever to answer each of them, so I thought I'd do it all in one sweep. So, get over it.
Let's see, last time we talked about tearooms and then we called the numbers off the bathroom wall. Got Steve...the weirdo with the fake name...and then we met Jeff in the woods for the wildest, most passionate sex imaginable!
Now, we're back to the mall again. I had decided that I was going to check out the mall and see if there were any other restrooms that needed scoped out. I arrived at the mall, thought about which new restroom I should check out first and decided that I'd go back to the main mall restroom real quick, just to see if there was anything going on there or if anything new was written on the wall.
I walked in, no one was there, so I went to the 2nd stall and went in and sat down. I pulled my pants down, stroked my cock while I looked over the walls. It had been about 4 or 5 days since I had been there and 3 or 4 days since I met Jeff in the woods, where we fucked like rabbits. I didn't see much new on the walls, and as I was slowly stroking my now erect 7 incher, I decided that I may as well get up and go in search of the other restrooms of the mall. I was just getting ready to get up when someone came in!
I sat back down, listened, waited and watched through the crack in the stall wall to see if I could see who had come in. This guy was a middle-aged guy, about my dad's age at the time, 40 or so, slight belly, nice crisp, white shirt and tie, black dress pants and shiny black shoes. He walked in slowly, as if to survey the room. I could see his head bending down slightly, noticing, I presume, my feet under the stall wall. He then walked into the first toilet stall, and pulled his pants down, followed by a pair of paisley boxers, and sat down.
I waited, sorta held my breath, so I could hear if I could make out the sounds of him stroking his meat just inches away. I couldn't be sure. I heard rustling, but didn't know if it was just his starched shirt as he moved. I watched his foot closely, listening intently, to see if maybe he would tap, indicating he needed a suck. After about 1 or 2 minutes I was able to see his right hand (the one closest to me) move down to scratch his lower leg and calf. He had a slight tan, and his legs seemed pretty nice, although I had noticed, when he first came in, that he was slightly overweight. Dark brown hair covered his legs, not terribly thick, but a good amount. I watched his hand as it made its way down, stratching his calf. His hand moved around to the back of his leg, massaging as it went. I was kinda getting hot watching this. I had no idea whatsoever of this guy's intentions, but just watching him caress himself was getting me harder by the moment. I wanted it to be my hand caressing his leg. My tongue tickling his leg.
He continued to rub his leg slowly and seemingly, to me, seductively. Then he stopped abruptly and bent down slightly more to adjust his shoe string, which was sort of loose.
Commentary time: Depending on how the overhead lights are situated in restrooms, you can also sometimes see, between the guy's legs, a shadow. If they are sitting straight up, there is usually no shadow cast on the floor in front of them. If they are leaning forward, watching for you to tap your foot or whatever, then you can sometimes see a shadow of their head. If they are jacking, and you are lucky, you can see a shadow of their hand, or even cock, as they bob back and forth.
As he leaned over to tie his shoe I could see the shadow of his head, as his head was lowering to look at his shoe. It didn't stop though, but rather seemed to continue down. I was puzzled. What was this guy doing? But I continued to stroke myself softly, keeping an eye on this guy, half wishing he would hurry up and do his business and get out. I wasn't sure, but I thought I saw something beneath the stall wall. I looked closer, squinting, and realized it was a lock of his hair, hanging down from above his forehead. He was bent way over, trying to look under the wall into my stall!
I was surprised, and realized that I had been jacking. I wondered if he had seen? He hadn't tapped his foot or indicated that he was looking for any action at all. So, being 16 and nervous anyway, I thought right off that he was some sort of cop or mall security or whatever, trying to catch me at something. I stuffed my cock between my legs, jutting down into the toilet, and kept real still. He, almost immediately, sat up quickly. I could see, by bending slightly, that his legs were spread at the knees. I could see the angle of his legs, as he rested his knees on each side of his stall and had his feet together in the middle. I could sense a slight movement of his legs, and wondered if he was jacking off? It was just then that I realized that the perfectly-placed light above his stall rendered a wonderful shadow in front of his toilet of his cock and his hand stroking it up and down quickly.
I was in luck! I'd only been there a few minutes and already had my first catch! I copied what he had done earlier and leaned over, peeking just far enough under the stall to see his cock being stroked, but not sticking my head far enough down for him to see my face. It looked like a nice cock, average size of about 6 inches, I guessed, medium thickness. It was pretty much average everything...cut, average head, average coloring. He had alot of dark brown hair all around, all over his balls and above his cock and even on the sides of his thighs, either side of his goods. I stared at it lustily to see if he was gonna get down and feed it to me, but he didn't. I waited and waited, but he didn't get down. I was just getting ready to give up on him, so I sat up again, frustrated, and began a slow stroke of my own cock again. A moment later I saw his hand appear at his ankles again, but this time he made a quick "come hither" motion with it...what did he mean? Seeing that I didn't respond immediately, he motioned again and again, as if to say, "get your ass over here, kid."
Did he want me to come into his stall? Surely not, there wasn't enough room for 2 people in there. I guess he wanted me to get down and stick my goods under the wall. I had never done this myself, but had rather always been the guy sucking the other guy's cock...not the other way around. So I stood up, turned toward his stall and squatted down, then moved forward until my knees and cock were sticking under the partition. I was a little nervous at doing this! Isn't that funny? I mean, here I've already sucked probably 10 or so cocks under this same partition, but I'd never had mine sucked this way before.
He reached down and stroked my cock a few times, then reached under to cup my balls, and then moved his hand even further to feel between my ass cheeks to the opening of my asshole, putting his finger gently at the opening, but not pushing it in. I then heard movement of him getting down on his knees and felt his hot breath as his mouth neared my hard rod. A second later my cock was bathed in the wonderful warm bath of his mouth. I'm sure that 99%, if not all of you, have had a blow job in your life, but each time I experience one (on the receiving end, I mean) I marvel at the inventiveness of it. I guess I do most of the sucking myself, so I don't really get too many BJ's myself, but I DO enjoy them! Have you ever met a guy who doesn't?
As his warm mouth enveloped my rigid cock, it felt like I was diving into a pool of delicious steamy warm water on a cool day. His mouth was perfectly wet, warm and firm around my throbbing boy prick. I gasped from the pleasure of it--almost too much all at once. He swallowed it in one gulp, all the way to its root. He began to wildly bob his head up and down, his mouth swallowing me all the way down and then back up until just the tip of his tongue was on the underside of my cock head, and then back down again, and so forth. It was a wonderful feeling. It took him no more than 30 seconds, or about 20 bobs of the head, before I felt my seed rushing forth. As my orgasm peaked I began shooting jet after jet of my warm cum into his mouth. He began making an almost humming sound of satisfaction, "Mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmm!" as I was shooting into him. Is this why they sometimes call them "hummers"? My shorts and underwear were pushed down around my ankles, which were folded behind me, as my legs were bent at the knees, which were under the partition. As I was finishing "uploading," I started to feel something warm and wet hit my thighs and knees, and realized that he had been jacking himself all along, and as I was finishing up, he was cumming with a vengeance, spewing cum all over the place. He made a muffled yelp, but I could sense he was keeping it down because of being in the public restroom.
His lips were still on my penis, as I began to slowly wilt in his mouth. I could feel him relaxing as his orgasm subsided also. I like to "take a moment" (as what's his name does on "Ally McBeal") after cumming and just enjoy the afterglow. At that moment, however, we heard the bathroom door open. We both scrambled to our feet, turned around the proper direction, and sat down, as if in one motion, but we made quite alot of rustling noise doing so. I quickly looked out my favorite crack in the stall door, to see who it was coming in. It was a middle-aged gentleman, heading for the urinals. As he entered, he heard the rustling, and turned toward the stalls, with a questioning look on his face. Seeing as how we were quiet now, however, he looked away, and turned back toward the urinals, where he moved to take care of the business at hand. My friend in the next stall pulled some toilet paper down off the roll, I could hear, cleaned himself up and flushed the toilet, stood up and went to wash his hands and leave. I was left still sitting there on the toilet, still basking in my afterglow. I soon came to my senses and turned, flushing the toilet, and made a move to pull up my pants, when I realized that the stranger's cum was still all over my legs. I leaned over and licked a drop of the cum off of the top of my upper leg, enjoying the rich, musky taste of it. It was very thick, and had a strong, almost chlorine-like taste to it. I moved to lick up all I could reach from that position, and wiped up the rest with toilet paper, flushed again, and got up to leave the restroom.
Well, I didn't get any further in the mall than the same ole' mall restroom I had always been in...maybe I'll do better next time? Tune in
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