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Understall at the Mall
For a long time I'd been reading understall stories and watching videos on the various you-porn sites, and they always got me hot. Seeing just legs and cock (always better if the legs are hairy) from under the divider, and seeing the cocks being stroked and sucked and sometimes even fucked, and seeing them spurt onto the tiled floor, was a guaranteed turnon for me. But I wasn't the type to know where the more cruisy bathrooms were, and I always worried that someone could come in and bust the show. But, I have had two experiences that even today serve as batefuel for me... here they are.
Last fall, I had just downloaded a new hookup app that showed locations and had pictures. No relationship stuff, just raw recreational sex. The second day I had it I was pinged by a message from a guy who wanted an understall blowjob. It wasn't far from where I worked, and the timing was right over the lunch hour, so I agreed to meet. It was a big office building, and I didn't get the right restroom the first time, but I finally found it. I went in, he was in the next stall, and it was clear he was ready to go. He knelt and I saw a seriously pretty cock come under the divider -- good size, perfectly proportioned, smooth and pink, and slightly curved upwards. I wasted no time in getting my mouth on that beauty! I licked and sucked and gently bobbed my head over his treasure. I was surprised that after only a minute or so he exploded into my mouth with a sweet load of come. (Usually it's a down-low guy who has been thinking about this for months and is seriously backed up.) I was even more surprised when after he came, he motioned for me to give him my cock. I did, and he sucked it like a starving man. He wasn't great, but he wasn't bad either, and after a little while I unloaded in his mouth, and he took it all. He whispered, `let me leave first' -- so I did. I never saw his face, or his body, or what he was wearing. I only saw his cock - but that was enough. A good start...
Later, in early winter, I was at a city train station in which I had an hour layover between the subway and the train I was taking. Across the street from the station was a big fancy mall with lots of high-end retailers, all decorated for Christmas. I had to go to the restroom, and thought that the restrooms there would be a lot nicer than a nasty railroad station. So I took myself up the escalator, down the marble-floored hallway, to a restroom where I had years ago witnessed (but not participated) in some blatant urinal cruising; I wondered if it was still like that. I went into a stall, and not long afterwards the one next to me became occupied. His sneaker started to move with an unmistakable tap tap tap. I finished my business and knelt at the divider. WHAM! He was on me like a hurricane. Sucking, stroking, caressing my balls and legs, his hunger for my cock, and for me, was both intense and intensely arousing. Suddenly he stood up, opened his door, and knocked on mine. I let him in. He was a very cute round-faced Hispanic guy -- I guessed Central American -- and he just pulled in my head for a deep kiss. (I was about eight inches taller than he was.) The same intense hunger was in his kiss -- and he grabbed my cock and wouldn't let go for dear life. After a short while, he knelt and resumed his frenzied sucking. After a short while, there were flashing lights and rhythmic beeping -- not an orgasm, but the fire alarm signal! He paid it no attention and kept going, and it wasn't long before I was pumping my load down his eager throat. He never unzipped, nor did I ever see his cock, nor did we ever exchange a single word. Once it was over, he turned around and left -- he got what he came for -- and I got myself decent and walked through the evacuated mall towards the exit, towards the train station, and towards the rest of my day.