Date: Sat, 19 Sep 2015 09:02:14 -0400
From: Lytle Peters <lytle.peters@gmail.com>
Subject: Doubling Down at the Mall - Adult/Youth

I was sitting on the bench between the deli and the salon. It was a Sunday
afternoon, so not many of the businesses were open in that wing of the
little mall. But that particular bench in that wing was usually great for
people watching. Most of the people, however, that Sunday were down at the
far end of the mall near the big anchor department store, so I didn't have
many to watch.

A silver SUV pulled up to the exterior glass doors, its rear doors opened,
and a young girl of 12 or so got out on my side. She stuck her head back in
the vehicle, probably getting final instructions. She was talking on a cell
phone when she reemerged. And around the back of the SUV appeared a boy,
younger, about 9-10. They both had the same light brown hair, the sort that
would turn blonde in the summer sun. But this being the first warm spell of
late spring, that transformation hadn't yet occurred. Clearly older sister
and young brother being dropped for an outing.

When they came into the mall, she was still on her cell phone. Since I was
looking at them, I didn't see the other young girl appear from behind me.
They met about 20 feet away from my bench.

One of the wonderful benefits of spring for someone like me is that during
the first really warm spell in the southeast US, boys will don shorts for
the first time. And those shorts will almost always be from the previous
year. Such was clearly the case with this boy. His khaki shorts would have
fit an 8-9 year old. At first he was standing in profile to me, and his
round little butt was on full display. When he turned so that I could see
the outlines of his little package, I whispered "Oh yeah, baby" to myself.
He wasn't chunky, but he retained the last vestiges of his little boy baby
fat. He hadn't yet made that swing that can occur so dramatically at 10-11
toward the lean and lanky tweener. When the other girl said something to
him, he smiled and showed off dimpled cheeks. A cute little nose, bow
mouth, blue eyes, this one was a real cutey. His smile didn't last. It was
soon evident that the girls were negotiating a plan. Their gestures made it
clear he was to be back at this area at a certain time, and then they
turned and left for the main part of the mall. No doubt sister had been
told to watch after her little brother; instead she was dumping him. This
could be interesting.

He looked over at me, and I responded with a smile and a nod. He smiled
back. Then he too started for the main part of the mall. I waited half a
minute before I rose and strolled in that direction as well. There had been
no activity down the hallway to the restrooms opposite from where I had
been sitting on the bench, and this boy was cute. I figured at least to
watch him for a while and enjoy the view. As I hoped he might, he went into
the bookstore.

He stopped first at the magazine rack. I moseyed into the store and decided
to peruse the magazines as well. By focusing on the left page of whatever
mag I picked up, I could study the boy reading Sports Illustrated to my
left. His hair was beautiful in its hues of light brown and blonde. It hung
in bangs to his eyebrows and covered his ears and spilled down to his shirt
collar in back. His skin was flawless, his cheeks a bit flushed naturally
as one sees with some blonde boys. They would turn rosy when he exercised.
And his melons in back of those tight tight shorts were begging to be
squeezed. He glanced over at me and caught me gazing at him. For the second
time we exchanged smiles, but it forced me to turn back to my magazine.
When he put the magazine back on the rack and turned to go deeper into the
store, I waited before following.

Turns out he'd headed for the kids' books section, which was set off in its
own L-shaped area. I couldn't follow him in without being pretty obvious.
Oh well. Thanking fate for the brief glimpse, I retreated to the mall again
and returned to my usual bench. I watched a group of three high school boys
come into the mall and head down the hallway to the restrooms opposite my
bench. If it had been a single guy, I might have followed just to see what
might transpire, but with a group like that it would be pointless. They
quickly emerged from the men's room and headed for the main mall. I sat for
a good ten minutes with no activity. I was thinking I might go home.

I was about to stand up to go when my young friend appeared again, walking
in my direction. Another thank you to fate for giving me another chance to
admire him. Was he going out the main doors? He passed by but hung a hard
right down the hallway. Heading to the men's room. I watched him disappear
inside and the door close behind him before I rose. Suddenly I myself felt
the urge to pee. Funny how that happens.

I took a deep breath as I opened the squeaky door. Stepping inside, I
looked hopefully to my right, but the three urinals were empty. I ducked my
head low enough to see under the stalls, and there were the boy's shoes. He
was in the middle stall. Shoes pointing toward the wall instead of the
door. He was going to pee apparently but in the privacy of a stall. Well,
relative privacy. Here's the thing about that stall. Not only was it a
veritable mural of graffiti and explicit art work, but it was also drilled
with peep holes on either side. On the side adjoining the third stall, a
glory hole, at least four inches, maybe five, in diameter, had been
carefully carved and smoothed over the years.

I didn't hear any peeing. Quietly stepping over to the door to the first
stall, I was able to lean over and sneak a peek through the door crack of
the middle stall. The boy appeared to be just standing there in front of
the toilet, but he was gazing at the stall artwork. I knew it well. The
glory hole had a male torso outlined around it so that if a cock and balls
appeared from the third stall, they would complete the picture. To its
right and at eye level was a fine permanent ink drawing of a young boy with
fully erect oversized penis and to either side of him were men, also with
erect penises. The boy was jacking off both men. Above that tableau was a
closeup of just a man sized erect penis and balls in profile and a mouth
with tongue extended about to lick the underside of the head. Further to
the right was a younger boy with a man's cock buried in his ass. The
messages scattered over the wall were the usual Suck My Dick and I Have a
Hard Cock for You and Need BJ and my favorite, I'm Young and Horny and I
Love It All. This young boy had stepped into quite another world, and he
appeared mesmerized.

I decided to enter the third stall. At the very least I figured I could
give him a good show. And I hoped he would return the favor. I latched the
stall door behind me and bent immediately to the peep hole that had been
cut at a downward angle toward the front of the adjoining toilet. And there
was the boy's shorts open and his hand was holding and unfortunately
obscuring his peter. He was playing with it. No doubt as he looked at the
dirty pictures on the wall.

I kept my eye to the peep hole but reached to undo the button and fly on my
jeans. Multitasking. I pushed my jeans and boxers down to my ankles,
releasing my hard six inches. It wasn't huge, but it would look that way to
this boy. For an instant, he moved his hand and I saw his boyhood in its
glory: two inches of nicely plump shaft standing up straight topped with a
wider pale-purple mushroom head. His balls were of course still tight up
against his body. His was a perfect specimen of boycock. It was then
partially obscured as he resumed fondling it. I watched as his thumb and
middle finger traced their way from the head down the shaft, pausing to
squeeze, then back up to the head, which flared slightly as his fingers
approached it. Oh, how I wanted to shove my hand and arm through the
gloryhole and take over for him.

Instead, I stayed with eye to the peephole and gazed at the beauty and the
sexiness of a young boy feeling himself as he took in pictures of hard
cocks being stroked and licked and sucked and fucked. Finally, he paused
and pushed his shorts and underwear to the floor and stood under my eye
naked from the waist down. As he bent to push his underwear down, he must
have realized he could see through the gloryhole into my stall because he
paused and peeked. When I realized he was peeking, I backed away from the
peephole so that  he would have a good view of my erect cock. I heard
movement in his stall. His face was still somewhat visible but at a
different angle. Then I realized he must have sat down on the toilet. That
put his face, of course, more or less at glory hole height (a little lower
because of his age). I moved back close enough so that I could look through
the peephole again. He was indeed sitting on the toilet staring at the
glory hole and fondling his stiff little peter. God, it was gorgeous. It
was going to be one of those plump ones, not necessarily all that long but
fat in girth. I decided he must be 10 instead of 9.

I made a ring with my thumb and middle finger and ran it over my cock head
about a dozen times. The boy did the same with his. I took hold of my shaft
and jacked the cock about twenty times. The boy did the same. I tickled
that wonderful spot under my cock head and felt the head flare. The boy did
the same. This was too fucking hot. What had I stumbled onto here? A very
horny young boy apparently.

I decided to seize the opportunity. I pushed down on my cock just enough so
that I could feed it through the gloryhole and then I pressed my body tight
against the stall wall. My entire cock and balls were now in the boy's
stall. Nothing happened for half a minute. Had I miscalculated? Well, no,
he hadn't unlatched his door and run from the men's room. Was he just
looking at it? That's when I felt a light touch at that sensitive spot and
then a finger lightly tracing its way down my shaft and over my balls. I
almost came on the spot. As it started to trace its way back up my shaft
and then feel the rim of my cock head, I had to think about car wrecks and
such to get myself under control. Then I felt the boy's fingers lightly
close around my shaft and squeeze the hard man meat gently. I clenched my
muscles and felt my cock head flare out for him. The boy's fingers were
squeezing me high, middle, then low. They brushed through my hair. Then
they went straight back to my swollen pulsing cockhead and toyed with it
ever so lightly. This boy was good. I wished I could watch him, but the
peep hole was too low for me now and wouldn't be at the right angle. Also,
I realized I would probably have cum all over him by now  if I was
watching. So I just stood there and waited. His fingers tightened around my
cockhead and then slid all the way down my shaft to my balls; then they
reversed and went all the way up to my head; then all the way back down my
shaft; then all the way back up. He was slowly jacking me. His fingers were
so small and soft but they knew what to do, whether from experience or
instinct. The boy jacked me for a minute; then I felt him go back to work
on my head, tracing a finger around and around and around the edge of my
helmet. Every time he brushed over my sensitive spot I let out an airy
little "oh" involuntarily. I was pretty sure there was precum oozing out by
now. I hated to do it, but I realized I was going to have to pull it back
into my stall before I erupted all over the boy.

When I pulled back, his hand came with my cock all the way to the glory
hole. I dropped to one knee and put my fingers through the hole and wiggled
one to motion him to come closer. I wasn't sure if I could reach him, given
his height, but I thought I'd try. I pushed my arm through the hole and
into the boy's stall. My fingers made a "come to me" motion. I was able to
peep through the peep hole again, and I could see my arm and hand and just
beyond them the boy naked from the waist down, his shorts and underwear
bunched at his ankles. His beautiful little cock was standing straight up
at attention. He shuffled a half step closer to me, and my fingers suddenly
were grazing the insides of his incredibly velvety thighs. He spread his
legs as much as he could, given the clothes at his ankles. I was able to
watch myself as my index finger lightly brushed his little ball sack and
then up his little shaft to his purple little helmet. This was so fucking
hot. It was like watching a video and being in one at the same time. I
squeezed the shaft between my thumb and middle finger, then put my fingers
against his soft belly and teased his sensitive spot with the fleshy part
of my thumb. His little helmet flared, so I worked that spot over and over
and over and over until I heard the boy sigh. Then I took his little shaft
more firmly and jacked it up and down for at least a minute. Then I went
back to grazing my thumb over his sensitive spot. I wanted to reach between
his legs to his crack and his hot little pucker, but I also didn't want to
scare him off.

"Come into my stall," I said softly but firmly, "so I can make you feel
even better." I reached over and unlatched my stall door as I spoke.

He stepped through my door still holding up his shorts. I pushed the door
closed behind him and said, "Latch it." As he turned to do that, I was
tugging at his shorts and underwear to pull them down, revealing the full
white globes of his butt. It was all I could do not to plunge my face into
them. I was holding his shorts and said, "Step out of these." He did. I
reached and hung them on a hook in the stall. Then I tugged at his tighty
whities and he understood that he was to step out of them as well. Instead
of hanging them on the hook, I brought them to my face and inhaled deeply
of young boy sweat and a not-quite-clean butt crack. I stuffed them into my
jeans pocket for later. The boy turned to me naked now from the waist down,
his peter still at full mast. "Come closer and let me kiss it," I
whispered. He took a step toward me. I kissed the head softly and sweetly.
"Again?" I whispered, looking up into his face. He nodded. Again I kissed
it but slipped the head between my lips and massaged it as my tongue
flicked across it.

"Ohhhhhhh" the boy let out softly.

"Again?" He nodded in response. I took the head into my mouth, flicked it
with my tongue, and then sucked the whole shaft into my mouth. My tongue
was swirling around and around the young cock.

"Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh," he whispered.

I stayed down on it. I sucked it. My tongue made love to the head. I sucked
it lovingly. My right hand was feeling his tight ball sack. My left was
cupped across a butt cheek. I sucked the boy cock. My lips massaged their
way back so that only the sweet young mushroom was in my mouth, then
massaged their way down the shaft to the base. That made the boy stand on
his toes. I sucked it. My tongue did laps around the head. The fingers on
my left hand eased into his butt crack. It was a little moist. I started
pulling back and then plunging down on the cock, setting up a rhythm so
that the boy was fucking my mouth. My fingers went deeper into his crack,
helping push him forward with each thrust. My middle finger found his
little rosebud and toyed with it. I sucked hungrily on the cock. My tongue
flicked at the sensitive head. My right hand was on his other butt cheek,
massaging his butt and pulling his cheeks wider apart. My finger teased his
rosebud. I sucked the cock lustily. The boy stood on his toes and started
making little squeaking noises and panting. Probably his first dry cum. I
kept sucking him. Loving the interplay of his velvety erect shaft, his
spongy little purple head, and my tongue. Inhaling the faint odor from his
butt crack as I explored it. I knew I should probably pull off his
hypersensitive head, but I waited for him to pull out of my mouth. He
wasn't withdrawing so I kept making love to his boy cock. I looked up and
his head was thrown back, giving himself over to my ministrations. I went
back to sucking on it, laving the shaft and his ballsack with my tongue.
Then I started the bobbing up and down motion again. He was holding my
ears. The horny little guy was going for a double. Who was I to deny him
what he wanted? Up and down the cock we went. My fingers opened his crack
again, my middle finger finding his rosebud again. I teased it in little
circles, only slightly pushing into it. When I did a particularly intense
swirling of my tongue around his whole cock, he again stood on his toes and
squeakily said "ohhhhhhhhh" "ohhhhhhhhhh." His second dry cum. This time I
stopped working on his cock and just let it stay in my mouth, twitching.

We were a tableau in that position when the men's room door squeaked. In a
smooth sweep of my arm, I moved my boy around to my right, between the
toilet and the wall so that his feet were not visible to anyone looking
under the partition. Whoever it was coming in did not seem to pause at the
urinals but seemed to walk straight to the middle stall. We heard the door
open and close. I moved close enough to the glory hole to see who was now
next door. I could see jeans and I heard a belt buckle being undone, a
zipper descending. When the jeans and underwear were pushed down in a
single motion, revealing a tight silky young ass, I thought it might be one
of my regulars. He turned to show a chubbing up young circumcised cock with
just a wisp of brown pubic hair above it. It was about 3 inches long with a
bit more to grow. It was Wispy Boy, or so I called him. He was either a
late-12 or just-turned-13, and he was indeed one of my regular connections
here. It was just usually on a school day around 4:00. Whatever. I was
relieved it was someone familiar, and I quickly realized the opportunity.

I put my face near the glory hole, and he stepped right over to it. This
kid never wanted to waste time. His nearly erect cock and balls appeared in
our stall. As I took hold of his cock with my left hand, I motioned to my
young boy with my other hand. He moved out of the corner and over to the
partition where the older boy's cock was waiting for attention. I stuck out
my tongue and flicked it, then pointed to the young boy and then to the
waiting cock. He bent over and tentatively stuck out his tongue and swiped
it under the cock head. An audible gasp came from the other side of the
glory hole. The older boy's cock went immediately to full erection, pulsing
in front of the younger one, who responded by licking the cock like the
first ice cream cone of the summer. I reached under him with my left hand
and found his hard little peter and began to fondle and stroke it. My right
hand was softly rubbing his butt. I watched the young one take Wispy Boy's
cock head into his mouth while swirling his tongue around it, imitating my
attentions to him. Wispy Boy was soon softly moaning; he was very verbal.
The young one took more of the cock into his mouth, still working it with
his tongue.

I held him in place but managed to stand and slide out from the toilet
seat. Moving behind the young one, I dropped to one knee and spread his
butt cheeks. I gave his crack a big lick. The aroma was intoxicating. My
tongue went to work in his crack. He kept sucking the cock. My tongue soon
found his rosebud and started teasing and probing it. My right hand went
back to his peter and stroked it. The young one now had a cock in his
mouth, his peter being jacked, and a tongue in his ass. I was surprised he
could keep working on Wispy Boy, but apparently he was a trooper. My tongue
penetrated his rosebud. I worked it in a swirling motion first and then in
an in-and-out, tongue fucking his pucker. Another minute of this went
before Wispy Boy let out a louder moan. I knew he had cum. He never lasted
long the first time. I looked up to see Wispy Boy's cock still pulsing in
the glory hole, a little dribble of cum oozing down from the slit. Younger
boy turned to look at me. He was licking his lips and looking a bit
confused as to what had just happened.

"Are those. . . sperms?" he whispered to me.

I nodded. "Lick them all up," I said quietly. "They're good for you."

"They are?"

"They are."

He licked the dribble off the head of Wispy Boy's cock.

I stood up, keeping the young one between me and the partition wall. "Now
you can do that for me," I said softly. "And I'm going to do it to him at
the same time," gesturing toward the glory hole.

"But. . . but it's too big," he whispered.

"You do the best you can. You'll be surprised what you can do," I said as I
turned him to face me and pushed him gently down on his knees.

Leaning over the young boy, I could easily brace myself against the
partition wall and bring my face to the glory hole, where Wispy Boy's
slightly deflating cock still waited. I sucked the whole thing into my
mouth, anticipating his much longer second suck. I only hoped I could last
that long myself. I felt the young one take hold of my shaft again and
begin to explore it with his delicate fingers. They traced their way up to
my helmet and lazily made circles around it. Then he held it more firmly
and slid his fingers down the shaft to my pubic hair, then back up to the
head, then down to the base, then up to the head.

Wispy Boy was hard again in my mouth. His cock responded as I swirled my
tongue around his shaft and helmet. I pulled off it and licked at his
hairless balls. They weren't quite tight against his body now, so I was
able to suck them into my mouth and make love to them with my tongue. Then
I engulfed his cock again and started sliding up and down its four inches.

That's when I felt the young one's tongue on the head of my cock. He was
tentatively licking it, then he licked around the edge of the helmet as
though keeping an ice cream cone from dripping. I was pretty sure there
must be dripping there, but it wasn't ice cream. At last I felt my head
being engulfed by the warm wetness of his mouth. His tongue continued to
tease it, particularly on the sensitive underside. So far he hadn't hurt me
with his teeth. A good boy, a quick learner. I pulled off Wispy Boy and
admired his pulsing four inches, wet with my saliva. Then I went to work
just on the underside of his helmet with my tongue; I knew from our past
encounters that this would drive him insane. He was soon trying to thrust
at me through the glory hole, but he was limited by the partition. I let
him suffer for a minute of teasing before plunging back down and taking the
whole cock into my mouth, sucking lustily. He moaned in response. I resumed
sliding up and down his shaft, sucking the cock while my tongue swirled
around its hardness. "Oh yeah, yessss" Wispy Boy said.

The young one had about half of my cock in his mouth. He was now trying to
suck it. Just the thought of having one so young on it was about to make me
shoot. He managed to close his lips around it without biting me and to
begin a tentative sucking. This made me suck Wispy Boy even more lustily.
He started thrusting through the glory hole, which normally I don't like,
preferring to manipulate the cock as I think best. But in this case, it was
just all too hot, all sensory overload. The tender young cock in my mouth,
the virginal young lips wrapped around my cock. I felt it building in my
balls. Should I warn him or just let him discover the reality of a man's
cumming? Focus on Wispy Boy, I decided, and I did. I pulled off him to make
him stop thrusting, and when he did, put only half of his cock in my mouth.
My tongue did a rapid swirl around and around and around and around his
cock head. "Ohhh" he moaned each time I lapped across his sensitive spot.
Then I tightened my lips and sucked him hard for half a minute. Then I
repeated the swirling over his sensitive spot. When I tightened my lips
again and sucked him hard, I felt his cock start to spasm. "Ohhhhh God
yessssss" he moaned, as he shot his second cum of the afternoon over my
tongue.

Meanwhile, young boy seemed to be sucking me more intensely as he listened
to Wispy Boy's moans of bliss. I felt my cum rising. I massaged Wispy Boy's
sensitive cock with my lips. "Ohhhh Pleease please please" he begged for
more or for mercy. That did it. I started erupting in young boy's mouth. I
heard him sputter, felt him try to take it, then pull off. I kept shooting
cum.

When he crawled out from under me and stood, his face was covered with
globs of cum. He licked at some of what was still on his lips. He looked
stunned by the orgasm or by the eruption or by the whole experience.
Instinctively, I pulled him toward me and started kissing and licking his
eyes, his lips, his chin. He let me clean him like a mother cat. As I did,
I reached for and squeezed his still-hard peter lovingly. He quivered. We
could hear Wispy Boy catching his breath beyond the partition. I gave his
cock still in the glory hole a gentle squeeze. It was hyper-sensitive,
causing him to say, "No. . . please wait." Truthfully, we all needed to
take a deep breath.

As the young boy stood before me in only his socks and sneakers, I gently
grazed a finger up and down the inside of his silky thigh. "That was fun,"
I said softly. "Thanks."

He clearly didn't know how to respond. After a few moments, he looked down
at the floor and said, "I liked the first part."

"You mean when I just played with your peter?"

"No. . . no, I mean when I, you know. . ."

"When you sucked him while I. . ."

"You licked my butt."

"Yeah. I liked that too."

"Gross, but I liked it."

"It isn't gross. It's about making you feel good."

"Well. . . it did."

"Good. Then," I said, squeezing his peter, "Maybe we can do it again some
day."

"Yeah," he said, looking me in the eye. "I'd like that."

We could hear Wispy Boy buckling up and zipping his jeans. "See you
tomorrow," he said through the glory hole.

"Yeah, thanks, see you then," I said.

"Can I come too?" the young one asked.

"Please do," I said, leaning down to kiss his little peter, "please do."

*****

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