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Mall Jerk - a true story

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 21 Jan 1998 2 comments
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by lajerker@hotmail.com So I was in the mall in Beverly Hills, in the men's room next to the exit elevators. The stalls form a u-shape, so that several stalls face each other on either side of the bathroom. I was sitting, waiting and eyeing a guy directly across from me, who I could see had nice shoes, dress pants and long dark hair. Just before I opened the door to show him what I was working on in my stall, another guy went into another stall across from me; I noticed his scuffed black boots and jeans. He dropped his pants, chain from his wallet clinking the tile, and sat. I leaned down to look across and saw a light coat of hair on fine calves and boxers inside black jeans. He leaned down and caught my eye; his pulled-back blond hair falling over one shoulder. I get a glimpse of blue eyes and blond goatee around an open mouth. A rocker. Cool. Of all types of boys, the slightly dirty ones have always been my favorite. We teased a little more, I kneel down to show him my hard intent, and he gets up and flushes. Not wanting this one to get away, I did likewise. I find him at the sink, and we see each other upright for the first time. His black baseball cap is on backwards, he has two silver rings in each ear, and at least four on his fingers. He caught my eye again as we ran hands under warm water, not smiling or showing any emotion, but he sized me up, and let me know I should follow him. Couldn't be any older than me, 25, and possibly as young as 20. Seriously hot. He left, I gave him the appropriate delay time, and followed. He was outside, across the way, and once I caught his eye one last time, he started to a department store. I had no question as to where he was headed, and gave him plenty of room. Once in the men's room on the third floor, I went into the stall next to where I knew he already had his dick out. As I unbuckled my belt, I could already hear the liquid slurp of his hand stroking his spit-covered cock. I sat and listened, letting my seven-incher get swollen and ready for viewing. Remembering his cute face, big legs, and general straight-boy demeanor made me all the hotter. I decided since we'd already seen each other clothed, that I wanted to see the whole package--this one wasn't going to be one of those clandestine under the stall wall handjobs--so I lifted the seat and stepped onto the toilet rim. I looked over to see Thor leaning back and stroking a cock so thick he could barely get his hand around it. He'd corkscrew-pull on it a few times, look up at me watching him, then put his hand up to his mouth for more spit, slathering it on the wide, fat head of his dick slowly, to torture me. I was dry-jerking my dick where he couldn't see, so I got down and leaned against the tile wall. I pulled my shirt up, put it in my teeth and pushed my pants down to my ankles. Pulsing my dick, I looked up to see those blue eyes and panting mouth love every minute of my show. I pulled my cock with my right hand and slowly moved my left from fondling my balls, over my stomach, to each nipple, giving a moan as I twisted them. He growled for me to show him my ass, which I obliged. "Oh yeah," was his approval. He was crazy for it. We heard the outer door open, so there was plenty of time for him to get down before someone actually came into the bathroom. But he was extra jumpy, so he stood up and flushed and went out to wash his hands while the guy that had entered took a piss. I thought he was panicked and going to split. But, after the pisser left, he came to my stall door and peeked through the crack. I wasted no time in opening up the door, and showed him my hard, red dick. He had done up his pants, so he watched me stroke for him while he rubbed the pole in his jeans. It wasn't long before he stepped up to my open door and pulled his thick cock out for me to get a better look at. I swear, it was like a baby's arm. I wrapped my hand around the hot thing, and in one word told him how impressed I was: "Goddamn..." "You too, man," he hissed back. It was all the dialogue we needed. We stood there for a good five minutes feeling each others equipment, leaning against each other, so that my forehead found his shoulder and we could put our faces as close together as possible. I smelled his sexy male scent as I turned to put my lips on his stubbled neck. I kissed him gently so as not to scare him. He moaned as he moved his lips to my ear, and licked my lobe. I stood up and pulled my shirt up again. He leaned down and clamped himself to my left nipple and used his tongue to scrape it between his bottom teeth and his upper lip. I was in heaven. I put my right hand behind his neck and grabbed that big tool with my left and helped him stroke that smooth thing. He worked on my dick while continuing to gnaw my nipple. Not long after, we were interrupted again. He returned to the stall next to me, and we waited for a minute until we were alone again. He stood up on his toilet and looked over, reaching down so that I would stand and join him. We both turned around, facing the rear of our stalls, and he put his hand over the wall and put it on my asscheek, while stroking his dick with the other. I reached over with my free hand and felt his hard chest through his black t-shirt, and found a pierced nipple; the icing on the cake. I leaned over the wall and bit his shirt, nipple and ring gently while he moan-growled and kissed the back of my neck. I stood back upright and he said he wanted to see me shoot my load. I had long been ready, but wanted to make it last as long as I could. It didn't take me long to say, "here it comes," and he tightened his grip on my ass and rubbed it back and forth. I grunted and leaned back, shooting five or six long, steady streams onto the tile wall and the floor below. I wanted to shut my eyes and put my head back from the blow, but I had to see what he was going to give me. I looked at his face and saw him marvel at my performance with a furrowed brow and hanging jaw. He pursed his lips, and as I reached over with a dry hand to cup his blond balls, he moaned and squeezed thick white ooze out of his fat dick onto his fingers. He continued to rub the head for a few seconds, until he came back to life, met my eyes and smiled the smile of the post-orgasmic. We had enjoyed ourselves. I had quite a mess to clean up, so by the time I finished, my blond grunge god was gone. I hope we find each other again.