I just realized, in going back and reading the stories, that I haven't given you a time setting on the previous experiences. When I first met Mel, in the first story, I was 12, so that was 1984. I'm 16 in the most recent story, so that was 1988.
So, back to 1988. The setting: the Mall. I'm already a "regular" now at the main mall restroom, and have been exploring the rest of the mall. I found a fairly cruisy toilet in J-Byrons and have decided now to check out Sears, the only main store left in the mall.
As I headed into Sears, I looked around a bit and finally found the restroom. Sears was a little old-fashioned looking and had been there for many years. The restrooms were back behind the men's section and down a long narrow hallway. The first door you came to was the Men's, followed by the Women's, and then there was a door at the end of the hall marked "Employees Only." Employees seemed to be coming and going fairly regularly from that door, so I assumed it was where they clocked in, had lockers, etc.
I walked into the Men's room and found myself in a small corridor with another door leading off of it. These make the best tearooms, as I'm sure most of you know. What I mean is, to get into the restroom you open the main Men's door off of the hallway, and you then have to open the inner door before you're actually in the restroom itself. This is good, because when you're in the restroom, playing around or whatever, you can hear someone coming in the first door and can resituated before they open the second door--virtually no chance of getting caught.
Anyway, I walked in the first door, and then on through the second. I surveyed the room: As you walked straight in, there was a row of sinks (4 or 5) along the left wall. Along the right wall there was a row of 4 toilet stalls, all the same size. I guess this restroom was already there before they started putting in the large handicapped stalls. What was interesting was where they had placed the urinals. As you walk in, as I said, there is a row of sinks on the left wall, a row of stalls on the right wall, but if you walk in and turn to the right and make a 180 degree turn there was an alcove back there with a row of 5 urinals.
As I looked around this restroom, even with my small degree of experience in tearooming, I realized that this was an ideal tearoom. It was set up brilliantly. Must have been a gay architect or whatever?! I glanced around and saw that in the 2nd and 3rd stall there were feet showing, and also there were two guys at the five urinals. What was unusual was that they were at urinal 2 and 3, respectively. Now, I don't know if you have noticed this before, but if 2 straight guys walk into the restroom at the same time and both head to the urinals, one will take the last one on the end. The other will, 99% of the time, take the complete opposite end one. As far away as they can get from each other. Seeing as how these two guys were both standing next to each other, with 3 empty ones available, this looked suspicious to me...or at least set off a signal for me.
Another tip-off were the condition of the 2 guys. The one on the right was about 5'8", slightly stocky, probably 38, slightly balding, and was breathing somewhat heavily. The one to his left was tall, probably 6'4", built nice, and was dressed nice, in dark blue dress slacks and a white long sleeve dress shirt. I could see his shoes were impeccably shined and the crease in his pants was perfectly pressed. What was funny was that this guy, so careful of his appearance, had the tail of his shirt hanging out of the back of his pants, whereas everything else was in place. My imagination quickly simulated that this nicely dressed guy had been on his knees servicing the shorter guy, when I interrupted them. The tall guy had stood up quickly, pulling up his pants and turning toward the urinal, and didn't notice that his shirt was hanging out in the back.
I grinned to myself and turned my attention back to the stalls. There were only 2 stalls available, the one at the end, and the first one as you come in the door. Another thing about stalls in tearooms is that a straight guy coming in for just the usual reason (to take a dump) will take the first toilet he comes to, usually. If there are 3 toilets, a guy looking for action will take the center probably, that way he has access to the toilet on either side of him. If someone comes in, there are 3 stalls, and the center is taken, if they are looking for action they will take the far one, away from the door. If they are looking to take a quick dump they will most probably take the first one. This isn't a firm rule, but is merely the benefit of my experience and observation.
Stalls 2 and 3 were taken, so I took stall 1, at the end. This left stall 4, the one closest to the door, available if anyone needed it for its main use. Another thing I do is, without being too obvious, I try to get a glimpse into the stalls I pass, without just stopping and ogling them. Most stalls have enough of a crack between the stall doors and their connecting dividers that you can see in and tell what the guy inside is doing. I have seen enough guys slowly jacking off this way, that I watch closely. The first guy appeared to be just sitting, facing the ground. The second guy was sitting, with his legs apart, and I could see his arm moving slowly, obviously jacking off, or at the least stroking his cock. I went into the last stall, closed the door, pulled my pants down, and took a seat.
There was a little grafitti on the walls, but it appeared old news...like it had been there awhile. I looked around, but didn't see anything worth taking note of. I leaned over slightly, watching the guy's legs next to me, to see if he was going to give me a tap signal or anything. Nothing happened. Glancing around the stall again I saw this time a very small peephole, right below headlevel, as you were sitting down. I looked closer, and practically jumped a bit as I saw an eyeball staring back at me! The guy next door was peeking through. I could see his brown eye looking through and could see his eyelashes as he blinked his eye. I was a bit startled, but sat back and stroked my cock to a full erection, so he could see it. Suddenly, he got on his knees, facing away from me, and stuck his cock under the partition for the guy next to him. I got down on one knee, so I could see around his ass and find out what was going on. I could see my neighbor's white ass and tanned legs, and I could see the guy next to him, just the side of his head. He had dark blond hair, a mustache, appeared to be about 40 years old, and was going to town sucking on my neighbor's cock.
I was stroking my cock absentmindedly, watching the action, when I noticed that I could see the feet of the 2 guys at the urinals. The shorter guys feet were pointed toward the taller guy, and the taller guy (with the pressed clothes) was on his knees. I wonder what they were doing? I didn't seem to be able to get involved with the two guys under the stall walls (too inaccessable), so I moved out and over to the urinals. This time the guys didn't even move from what they were doing. I guess they figured I was safe.
I stood near them, but they didn't pay any attention to me, so I pulled mine out and began stroking slowly, watching the action. The tall guy eventually stood up and stroked his cock, kind of looking at the guy he had just sucked, as if to say, "OK, I did you. Now it's your turn to suck mine." The other guy was just standing there, looking stupid, jerking his cock. I took a good look at the tall business man. His pants were around his ankles along with his boxers. His white dress shirt was hanging all around, like they do, and he was stroking a very healthy looking 8 incher, of medium thickness. It was cut, nice big head. A very pretty cock. One you might find a picture of in the dictionary next to the word "penis" or something. The shorter guy wasn't really even worth mentioning. Middle aged, kind of dumpy looking, but had a real nice 8 inch cock, himself. The short guy, however, was just not getting the message to suck the pretty businessman's cock. I could NOT let the businessman down, however, so I dropped to my knees and began feasting on the beautiful thing. The dumpy guy was a heavy breather, as I mentioned when I first entered, but he was huffing and puffing next to us. I hoped he was OK. I could just see him have a heartattack or something and fall on top of me. But he was just getting close, I guess, and was jerking that cock of his frantically, eyes bugged out, watching me suck the businessman.
Dumpy guy started moaning and turned his whole body real quick to face the urinal in preparation for his orgasm. I pulled off the cock I was sucking for a moment, and stroked it, as both of us watched this guy cum. His first shot just sort of fell out of his cock, dribbling into the urinal, but it was followed by three cum shots, straight out, hitting the urinal, making a slapping sound against the porcelain. He took a deep breath, leaned forward and squeezed his cock, forcing the rest of the cum out of his penis in a large drop. It hung at the tip for a split second, then plopped into the urinal. He quickly flushed, stuffed it back in, zipped up, and hurried over to the sinks to wash. He then scurried out.
I turned my attention back to the business at hand: the businessman's dick. It was rock hard now by this time and was very ready to squirt soon. I opened my throat wide and swallowed and was able to get the whole thing in my mouth. My nose was soon buried in his dark blond pubic hairs, which smelled like soap and just a hint of male sweat. As I swallowed this beautiful cock I stroked the underside of it with my tongue while it was buried deep in my throat. A few seconds later I felt the cock swell even bigger than it had been. I struggled to keep from choking, as the size of the cock was just too much for my young throat and mouth. I started to pull off of it, just as it began to squirt shot after shot of warm cum down my throat. I squeezed a breath in quickly as he continued to shoot and began to subconciously pump his body rhythmically into my face.
He finished cumming, shuddered, and pulled out. He had come prepared, I soon learned, as he leaned over and got some paper towel out of his pants pocket to wipe his cock with. He squeezed the length of his organ, forcing the last remains of his cum out. He then packed up his goods and left quickly. As he was zipping up I heard the guy getting sucked on his knees under the stall gasping slightly, and figured he was cumming. I made my way back to my stall and took a seat, and within a minute or two the other two guys left me alone there.
I sat there, stroking slowly, thinking still about the cute businessman, as a couple more guys came and went in the restroom--there for the intended purposes. A few minutes later a couple of guys came in. I could see through the crack in the dividers that they were in front of the sinks, looking in the mirror and checking their hair and were obviously acquainted, because they were carrying on a conversation. They both appeared to be about 18 or 19. They both had really nice bodies--both around 6' tall, sturdily built, like they played soccer or something. One had average good looks, but the other guy was stunningly handsome. From what I could glimpse of him in the reflection in the mirror, he had dark brown hair that fell into his eyes, in the surfer cut that was popular at the time. But what was so striking about him was his beautiful piercing blue eyes. He had heavy eyelashes, dark and full, topped by thick eyebrows. He had a very sexy face. He had what I guess they call "bedroom eyes."
I had all but given up on them. I had never connected with someone that came in with someone else. It just never happened. Guys came to restrooms for sex when they just needed it quick and easy, with no strings attached. It wasn't a group sport, you know. And these 2 guys looked very straight. My cock was so hard from looking at these 2 guys that it was starting to ache, and I realized that I was stroking it and squeezing it quite hard.
Right at that time the 2 guys surprised me by each taking a stall, going in and sitting down. The one guy sat next to me, and the good looking one sat on the other side of his friend. I leaned down to see what I could, and saw that both of them push their pants down around their ankles. The good looking one pushed his down very carefully, so they wouldn't drag on the floor. When he pushed down his underwear he pushed them carefully into his pants around his ankles. He seemed real fastidious.
My heart was pounding in anticipation. What would happen? Surely they were just there for the usual business, but what if??? I didn't have to wait long to find out, as the guy right next to me spread his legs at the knees and began stroking furiously, as I could see from the shadow on the floor and the movement of his legs. He tapped his foot once, and I followed in suit. My heart leaped into my throat, because just as soon as I tapped, he stood, pulled his pants up, and made movements like he was leaving his stall. I was scared! I thought I had been set up. Maybe they were going to beat me up or something?
But instead he stood up on his toilet seat, and peered over the top of the divider wall, down at me. He said something to the effect of, "Oh yeh, you've got a woodie too. Looks nice." Then he turned and looked over the stall at his buddy in the next stall. He appeared to be watching his friend for a minute or so, I guess he was jacking off, then he began to give me commentary on what was going on, "Hey, man, you should see my buddy's cock, man! It's real hard...looks real good, man. You should come suck it, man."
I didn't need any more invitation! I wanted my hands on the cutie 2 doors down. I stood up, closed my pants and exited the stall to go over to the last stall, on the other side of cutie, so I could suck him, but both guys came out of their respective booths at the same time. The guy who had been next to me was all zipped up, but the cute guy came walking out with his fly open and his cock and balls hanging out. I caught a glimpse of a nicely cut 7 inch cock, very similar to mine. The cutie walked over to the urinals and I followed, followed by the other guy. Neither the cutie nor myself said anything, but the other guy provided all the narration we needed.
"Yeh, man, my buddy needs his cock sucked good. You know you want it. Look at that pretty cock. It's gonna taste good to you."
The cute guy opened his pants further, allowing them to fall. They were tight jeans, though, so they only got as far as his hips. I opened my pants, allowing them to fall to the floor, so I could stroke my own cock as I sucked his. I leaned over, bending from the waist to suck him. I usually get on my knees, but I knew the other guy was behind me and wanted him to get a good look at my ass.
I leaned over and began sucking on the cock. It smelled slightly of sweat and piss, but the beauty of its owner transcended any of that. The other guy was still providing us with commentary as we went on. He was standing behind me, and I could feel him touching my ass, reaching under to fondle my balls, and then moving back to my cheeks, avoiding my asshole. I wriggled my ass slightly at him, although the majority of my attention was on the cock in front of me.
He had pulled his own cock out, but I couldn't see it to get a description, as my face was busy at the time. I could feel him slapping my ass with his cock, as he was stroking it. I, meanwhile, had turned my whole attention to the cutie in front of me. He was very sturdily built, firm and hard, but didn't have muscles bulging out all over the place. While I was sucking, I ran my hands up under his shirt to feel his taught stomach and the mounds of his pecs. I found and teased his nipples with my fingertips, and when I did so he moaned. I pinched harder and he seemed to melt beneath my fingers and moaned even louder. I moved both hands up and began pinching his nipples at the same time.
Meanwhile the guy behind was now running his cock all over my ass, under my balls, between my ass cheeks. Did he want to fuck me? Or was he just teasing me? I reached back with one hand and grasped his cock, and placed it at the opening of my asshole. I could feel that it was also about 7 inches long, but couldn't be sure without looking at it. It was of average thickness, but a little thicker than I had taken before. I didn't know if I could take it, but I was so hot from the cutie in front of me and the whole situation, that I didn't really care.
He was still going with the commentary, and said something like, "Oh my god, man, you want me to fuck this ass? I never did that before...I've never fucked ass before, man. You really want me too?"
I pulled off the cock in front of me long enough to say, "Yeh, man, fuck me if you want. I wanna feel that big cock of yours up my ass." I reached down and took out the small tube of KY Jelly that I had in my pants pocket and handed it back to him, and then turned my attention back to the cock in front of me.
This seemed to shut the other guy up, as he stopped talking for the first time since we had left the stalls. I heard the tube opening, and figured he was lubing up his cock. I then felt him rub some of the lubricant onto my asshole and between my buttcheeks. I then felt him move forward and could feel the tip of his cock positioned at my entrance. He got it situated and then put his hands on either side of my hips and asked once again, "You sure this is OK, man? You really want your ass fucked?" I reaffirmed that I did, and told him to just take it slow at first. I could feel him ever so slowly push into me. The head went in and I then felt a little pain as the biggest part of his cock forced itself into me.
I was so turned on by the fact that this guy was going to be fucking me while I was sucking this beautiful boy in front of me! I began to suck ferociously on his cock, as I felt the other cock plant itself inside me as far as it could go. I could hear the guy behind me gasp and he said, "god, it's so fucking hot. It's so tight...it feels so good, man!"
I was really hot at this time and was bobbing my head up and down on the cock in front of me, and began to thrust back against the cock behind me also. The fucker began to take a few long, slow thrusts, but soon gave those up and began to fuck me fast and hard, holding on to my hips for dear life. He fucked me for about a minute or minute and half before he started saying, "Oh god, I'm cumming. I'm gonna cum," and pulled out at the last second and shot his load right on my ass. I could feel the hot spunk hitting my cheeks and could feel it running between them.
I realized at that second that more than anything I wanted this gorgeous god in front of me in my ass too. I pulled off his cock and looked up to him and said, "fuck me?" He smiled slightly and nodded, not saying anything. I shuffled, turning around and stuck my ass at him. I had forgotten about the cum on my ass. I reached back to grasp his cock and guide it in as I wanted it quick, but he pushed my hand aside and I could feel his finger as it wiped at some of the cock on my ass. I remember thinking that maybe he was grossed out by it, and wouldn't fuck me, but instead I could feel his hands grasping the sides of my ass and could feel him pulling my cheeks apart to look at my asshole. While holding them apart, I felt him slide his cock into me in one fluid motion, gasping a bit as he did so. I was now facing the guy who had just fucked me and could see him finishing zipping up and tucking his shirt back in.
The cute guy began fucking me, but did so in long, determined thrusts. Not slow, and not fast and furious either. He fucked me like that for a couple of minutes, never straying from the speed or intensity. I watched the other guy as he stared wide-eyed at the happenings in front of him. I could see the lust in his eyes. It was hot...wild. He moved forward until his covered groin was right in front of my face, and I wondered if he wanted it sucked now even though he had cum already. As I glanced up I could see him leaning over me and could see the cute guy lean forward, picking up the pace a bit as he did so. I glanced back over my shoulder and up and was able to see the two guys kiss nervously and hesitantly. The cute guy seemed really to get off on that, and picked up the pace again, thrusting into me with hard, punishing thrusts. I watched as they began kissing tenderly and deeply, and felt him thrust very deeply into me, hold it for a moment and then thrust deeply again and held it there, pushing into me as deeply as he could, holding it there as his orgasm peaked.
I could feel his body relax and could see them finish their kiss as he slowly slid out of me. His buddy walked over to the sinks and brought us both back a pile of paper towels, which we used to clean ourselves with. The cute guy finishing cleaning up and zipped up, preparing to leave. I followed suit, forgetting my own orgasm for the time. But as we were turning to leave, the cute guy said the first thing since entering the stall originally, "aren't you going to come, too?"
I shrugged, and he reached forward and unzipped me with one motion and pulled out my cock, got on his knees and took my still hard cock into his mouth. Talk about surprise! I expected to give this beautiful boy pleasure, but was floored that he wanted to reciprocate. He sucked me, not expertly, but tenderly and eagerly, and I soon came after only about 30 seconds. I whispered that I was cumming, to warn him if he wanted to pull off, but he looked up and sucked even harder as I pumped my seed into his mouth. When I finished he stood, and leaned over the urinal and spat it out, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and then joined his friend as they exited the door.
I stood there, stunned at the happenings of the day. I felt a need to piss, but had to stand there for a couple minutes before the flow would come. As I was finishing, a couple of real old guys came in and each took a stall. I washed my hands and left, glancing nervously at the employees in the men's section as I left, suspecting that they surely remembered me from going in the restroom an hour ago and wondering why it had taken me so long!
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