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I had just been into exploring my sexual side for a short time when this happened.
I was about 16 and still shy and nervous. I had kept my sexual liaisons to the local cruising places at night and anonymous. I wasn't old enough to get into the gay bars, and hadn't worked up the courage to go into the local bath-house, The Apollo.
I was walking through the mall one day when I noticed a guy checking me out. I was surprised by how obvious he was in such a public place. The mall was dead, but it still surprised me.
He was older--probably in his 50's--and kinda looked like a Sears retiree wearing shorts and a polo shirt. He was sitting in the food court about three tables from me and was opening and closing his legs while staring and smiling at me.
I was a little shy so it took me a few minutes to actually look at him and notice that he wasn't wearing underwear. When his legs were open you could see his cock and balls.
This totally excited me. I smiled and rubbed my own meat in response.
I was wearing semi-tight track pants with nothing on underneath because I had gotten to like the feeling of my cock and balls free in the clothes. Plus it showed off my muscular ass and I liked the attention ;-)
I had to be careful rubbing myself for him though--the last thing I needed was a hard-on in these track pants. Hard to walk around like that!
I knew the mall connected to a hotel and that the hotel's bathroom was a known cruising spot, so I got up and began to walk slowly to it. I could see in the reflection that he had followed me.
Although I was horny, I was still a little nervous so I took my time walking around.
At one point I was near a shop that was quite secluded and thought I had lost him when I felt someone push up against me from behind and a hand reach around and grabbed my crotch. I knew it was him and just let him do what he wanted. I could feel the pressure of his bulge against me, but no sooner had he done this he left.
I was still too nervous to look around so I just kept going toward the bathroom hoping he was still following.
When I got in I went immediately to a stall and dropped my track pants as though I was going to the bathroom, but there didn't seem to be anyone there and no one came in.
Nervous, I still decided to wait.
After a minute someone came in and cruised the stalls slowly. I was immediately excited hoping it was the guy I saw earlier. The stalls had venetian-like dividers so you could actually see out relatively well.
I could tell by the shorts it was the same guy.
He stopped in front of my stall on the second pass and stepped close to the door. I could see he had pulled his cock and balls out of his shorts. I was impressed at how nicely hung he was. Uncut, thick cock, trimmed with low-hangers.
He rubbed his gear against the blinds a couple of times then. I was about to just open the door when I heard him say, "Just stand up, turn around and bend over."
I did as he asked lowering my track pants to my ankles. It was a little awkward given the toilet, but I managed.
I reached around and unlocked the stall door.
I could hear him enter, and no sooner was he in he closed and locked the door. He moved a little further forward which forced me to open my legs further and I found myself pressed against the tank and the wall.
He began by kneading my ass-cheeks gently, but firmly. And I could feel his cock once and awhile as he pressed it against me. He may have been older, but he got hard in no time--I had been hard the moment I pulled my pants down alone! :-)
I felt some cool liquid flow onto me then run clowly down the crack of my as: he was going to try and fuck me right away!
I hadn't been with anyone who was so insistent since my first time (see story), and, to be honest, as much as I liked the sex I had been having, I liked the men who just used me for their own pleasure; who just took what they wanted and left me.
He worked the lube into and around my ass. Because I was titillated by this, his fingers slipped in and out of me with little resistance.
He wasn't wasting anytime. I soon felt two hands on my shoulders gripping me quite hard. He was a rather large man and his hands covered my shoulders almost entirely.
I could then feel the head of his cock trying to find my hole, but it was clear he could see it and he was teasing because once he was finished poking and rubbing it around he inserted the head in one smooth movement.
It hurt a little because he was rather large, and he must have been used to this because he just left it there for a minute and gave me time to adjust to him.
He was gyrating his hips around a bit and I really enjoyed the feeling of his knob rotating around just inside me.
I was getting too horny, so I started to push back against him. He took one hand off my shoulder and put it on the back of my head. In one trained, experienced motion he had pushed my upper body down onto the toilet seat so my head was almost below it. This left my ass high in the air--exactly what he must have wanted.
He slowly, but assuredly, started to penetrate me deeper and deeper. Unlike other guys he didn't go in and out to get deeper. He went slow but inching further and further into me; opening me wider and wider.
It still stung a bit due to his girth, but I wanted this so bad I just clenched my teeth and tried to relax.
"Your ass is almost too tight for me, boy," he said. "You better just get used to it because it's going in you whether you want it or not. I haven't cum in weeks and need to unload."
I pushed back against as a response.
"Good bitch," was all he said as he finished inserting himself fully into me.
He stroked me slowly and insistently in this position for a couple of minutes, then I felt more cool lube drip onto me. He pulled himself almost fully out and massaged the lube around my hole and his cock. At one point he slipped his thumb into me on top of his cock. Again, it hurt a little (he had big fingers!), but I took it.
He moved his hands to my hips and, without much warning, he began thrusting hard in and out of me. It was a little uncomfortable, not just because of his thrusts and size, but also because of the position I was in. He was forcing my head down and shoulders into the wall crunching me up a bit while still standing.
He wasn't giving me any option though as he continued to pump away.
He stopped when we heard someone open the door. We were perfectly still and yet he was flexing his cock inside me. I just stayed motionless, smiled, and enjoyed the feeling.
After a minute we heard the urinal flush, the guy wash his hands just on the other side of the door!. He then left.
No sooner did we hear the door open for the guy to leave did he start fucking me hard again. My head and shoulders were banging against the wall. He clearly didn't care about anything other than his own pleasure--which just turned me on even more.
Just as I thought I was going to need to ask to stand to stop being banged so hard against the wall, I could feel the heat rise and his cock swell, so I knew what was coming and just took it like a man ;-)
He thrust deeply into me and I could feel him spasm his man-juice into me. He didn't make a sound other than to sigh.
I thought he might stay me in me for a minute, or that we might kiss and he'd let me clean him off (which I was learning to love!), but he just pulled out of me and, before I could even get up, had left.
It was all I could do to turn the latch as I was left there ass in the air, sweaty, and dripping cum. NOT that I was complaining.
Because it was getting close to sunset, I decided to simply pull my track pants up and head to the night-time outdoor cruising spot.
The thought of a wet spot on the seat of my pants from his cum for others to see was a total turn on for me.
My only concern was getting out of the hotel, but I thought the hell with it. As it turned out there was no one there and I got to The Hill without incident.
I DID come to find out, however, that such a wetspot draws them out of the woodwork, but that's another story.
I was about 16 and still shy and nervous. I had kept my sexual liaisons to the local cruising places at night and anonymous. I wasn't old enough to get into the gay bars, and hadn't worked up the courage to go into the local bath-house, The Apollo.
I was walking through the mall one day when I noticed a guy checking me out. I was surprised by how obvious he was in such a public place. The mall was dead, but it still surprised me.
He was older--probably in his 50's--and kinda looked like a Sears retiree wearing shorts and a polo shirt. He was sitting in the food court about three tables from me and was opening and closing his legs while staring and smiling at me.
I was a little shy so it took me a few minutes to actually look at him and notice that he wasn't wearing underwear. When his legs were open you could see his cock and balls.
This totally excited me. I smiled and rubbed my own meat in response.
I was wearing semi-tight track pants with nothing on underneath because I had gotten to like the feeling of my cock and balls free in the clothes. Plus it showed off my muscular ass and I liked the attention ;-)
I had to be careful rubbing myself for him though--the last thing I needed was a hard-on in these track pants. Hard to walk around like that!
I knew the mall connected to a hotel and that the hotel's bathroom was a known cruising spot, so I got up and began to walk slowly to it. I could see in the reflection that he had followed me.
Although I was horny, I was still a little nervous so I took my time walking around.
At one point I was near a shop that was quite secluded and thought I had lost him when I felt someone push up against me from behind and a hand reach around and grabbed my crotch. I knew it was him and just let him do what he wanted. I could feel the pressure of his bulge against me, but no sooner had he done this he left.
I was still too nervous to look around so I just kept going toward the bathroom hoping he was still following.
When I got in I went immediately to a stall and dropped my track pants as though I was going to the bathroom, but there didn't seem to be anyone there and no one came in.
Nervous, I still decided to wait.
After a minute someone came in and cruised the stalls slowly. I was immediately excited hoping it was the guy I saw earlier. The stalls had venetian-like dividers so you could actually see out relatively well.
I could tell by the shorts it was the same guy.
He stopped in front of my stall on the second pass and stepped close to the door. I could see he had pulled his cock and balls out of his shorts. I was impressed at how nicely hung he was. Uncut, thick cock, trimmed with low-hangers.
He rubbed his gear against the blinds a couple of times then. I was about to just open the door when I heard him say, "Just stand up, turn around and bend over."
I did as he asked lowering my track pants to my ankles. It was a little awkward given the toilet, but I managed.
I reached around and unlocked the stall door.
I could hear him enter, and no sooner was he in he closed and locked the door. He moved a little further forward which forced me to open my legs further and I found myself pressed against the tank and the wall.
He began by kneading my ass-cheeks gently, but firmly. And I could feel his cock once and awhile as he pressed it against me. He may have been older, but he got hard in no time--I had been hard the moment I pulled my pants down alone! :-)
I felt some cool liquid flow onto me then run clowly down the crack of my as: he was going to try and fuck me right away!
I hadn't been with anyone who was so insistent since my first time (see story), and, to be honest, as much as I liked the sex I had been having, I liked the men who just used me for their own pleasure; who just took what they wanted and left me.
He worked the lube into and around my ass. Because I was titillated by this, his fingers slipped in and out of me with little resistance.
He wasn't wasting anytime. I soon felt two hands on my shoulders gripping me quite hard. He was a rather large man and his hands covered my shoulders almost entirely.
I could then feel the head of his cock trying to find my hole, but it was clear he could see it and he was teasing because once he was finished poking and rubbing it around he inserted the head in one smooth movement.
It hurt a little because he was rather large, and he must have been used to this because he just left it there for a minute and gave me time to adjust to him.
He was gyrating his hips around a bit and I really enjoyed the feeling of his knob rotating around just inside me.
I was getting too horny, so I started to push back against him. He took one hand off my shoulder and put it on the back of my head. In one trained, experienced motion he had pushed my upper body down onto the toilet seat so my head was almost below it. This left my ass high in the air--exactly what he must have wanted.
He slowly, but assuredly, started to penetrate me deeper and deeper. Unlike other guys he didn't go in and out to get deeper. He went slow but inching further and further into me; opening me wider and wider.
It still stung a bit due to his girth, but I wanted this so bad I just clenched my teeth and tried to relax.
"Your ass is almost too tight for me, boy," he said. "You better just get used to it because it's going in you whether you want it or not. I haven't cum in weeks and need to unload."
I pushed back against as a response.
"Good bitch," was all he said as he finished inserting himself fully into me.
He stroked me slowly and insistently in this position for a couple of minutes, then I felt more cool lube drip onto me. He pulled himself almost fully out and massaged the lube around my hole and his cock. At one point he slipped his thumb into me on top of his cock. Again, it hurt a little (he had big fingers!), but I took it.
He moved his hands to my hips and, without much warning, he began thrusting hard in and out of me. It was a little uncomfortable, not just because of his thrusts and size, but also because of the position I was in. He was forcing my head down and shoulders into the wall crunching me up a bit while still standing.
He wasn't giving me any option though as he continued to pump away.
He stopped when we heard someone open the door. We were perfectly still and yet he was flexing his cock inside me. I just stayed motionless, smiled, and enjoyed the feeling.
After a minute we heard the urinal flush, the guy wash his hands just on the other side of the door!. He then left.
No sooner did we hear the door open for the guy to leave did he start fucking me hard again. My head and shoulders were banging against the wall. He clearly didn't care about anything other than his own pleasure--which just turned me on even more.
Just as I thought I was going to need to ask to stand to stop being banged so hard against the wall, I could feel the heat rise and his cock swell, so I knew what was coming and just took it like a man ;-)
He thrust deeply into me and I could feel him spasm his man-juice into me. He didn't make a sound other than to sigh.
I thought he might stay me in me for a minute, or that we might kiss and he'd let me clean him off (which I was learning to love!), but he just pulled out of me and, before I could even get up, had left.
It was all I could do to turn the latch as I was left there ass in the air, sweaty, and dripping cum. NOT that I was complaining.
Because it was getting close to sunset, I decided to simply pull my track pants up and head to the night-time outdoor cruising spot.
The thought of a wet spot on the seat of my pants from his cum for others to see was a total turn on for me.
My only concern was getting out of the hotel, but I thought the hell with it. As it turned out there was no one there and I got to The Hill without incident.
I DID come to find out, however, that such a wetspot draws them out of the woodwork, but that's another story.
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