Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2008 14:44:48 -0700 From: Zack McNaught Subject: Toilet Quickie DISCLAIMER: this is a short erotic story about a man and a pre-pubescent boy enjoying sex in a public place. Please do not attempt to recreate the activities you will see here today. All stunts are performed by trained professionals. Author's note: I've been writing erotica for years now. Sometimes I like to write long, involved love stories. This isn't one of those. This is a short, erotic story designed to make you achieve orgasm. I hope it manages this. Please feel free to write to me to tell me you what you thought: zackmcnaught@hotmail.com. More Zack McNaught work at www.asstr.org/~zack/. The single most exciting experience of my life happened when I least expected it, and lasted little longer than a few minutes, but I will never forget what happened. I was at a shopping mall, a big local place with plenty of boys around. I usually spent a minute longer than I needed to at the urinals, glancing around if a cute boy came in, hoping to see something if he peed near me. This particular afternoon, though, I wasn't even thinking about boys. I'd just spent a frustrating few hours looking for a birthday present for my sister, coming away empty handed. I was just about to catch the bus home and decided to take a quick leak before the journey, knowing it was likely to be a while before I got home. I was paying full attention to what I was doing, so it took me a little while before I realised that the lad who had been at the urinals in the far opposite corner when I had arrived was still there. I glanced around, and could only see one side of him, and no sign of his package. It was a shame, I thought, because he looked quite attractive, and about the right age at 11 or 12. I looked back to what I was doing and realised I was about done. I don't know why, but I immediately felt the need to look back at the boy, turning slightly as I did so. The boy was looking my way, but our eyes didn't meet straight away - he was looking at my crotch! I'd had a couple of boys looking at my dick in the past, but they were usually much younger, interested just out of curiosity than any actual intent. But this was a proper stare, and when the boy realised I was looking he flicked his gaze up to meet mine - there was no hint of embarrassment there. That was something new, too - most boys immediately blushed when caught looking, but this scamp just gave me a devilish look, and a lopsided grin. When I glanced down, I couldn't believe my eyes. My heart started to race uncontrollably, and sweat broke out on my skin - the little tyke was hard, and showing me! He was wearing tracksuit bottoms which were hooked underneath his sack, and his t-shirt was held up by the spike of his dick, sticking out as though it were the most ordinary thing in the world. I stared long and hard, the moment feeling as though it stretched for hours, though in reality the look I got only lasted a couple of seconds. The boy flicked his trousers back into place and dropped the t-shrt down, giving me a sly look as he walked passed and out to the area with the wash basins and the stalls. I couldn't bear the thought that this was going to be my last look at the boy, so I followed him out to the basins. But he didn't stop to wash his hands, just carried right on past to the stalls. In hindsight I should have realised what was going on even before he turned to me and smiled, beckoning with his head whilst standing in the doorway of one of the stalls. I finally twigged, and like an obedient, excited puppy followed him into the stall. It was cramped in there, and as we maneouvered around I could smell him, a wonderful mix of the wax on his soft hair and the unmistakeable smell of 'boy'. Somehow I knew what was coming next, and sat straight down on the seat. The boy wasn't hanging around, yanking his trousers and pants down to mid thigh and lifting up his t-shirt. I got my first really good view of his raging hard dick, and what a sight it was. He was about three and a half to four inches long, and nicely proportioned, slightly thicker than I remembered myself at that age. His uncut skin covered his head even though he was as hard as he could get, and the tip of it was slightly pink. Underneath, his tight ballsack was wrinkled and slightly darker than the rest of his skin, a sign he was starting along the road to manhood. On his crotch, though, there was not a hair in sight, just beautiful, unblemished flesh. There was a moment when I just stared at his boyhood, taking it in, watching it jerk with his pulse, seeing the little ridge that ran down its underside and over his balls, smelling the slightly musty smell of it. But it was only a moment before I acted, plunging the little tool into my mouth, devouring the thing to its root in one movement, delighting in the plumpness of it on my tongue and the smoothness of its taut skin on my lips. I only had to bob up and down a couple of times before the boy took over, pumping my face. My hands, with little else to do, found their way to his bum cheeks, holding the soft flesh for a moment before, with an irritated grunt, the boy pushed them away. His hands, which had been idly holding up his t-shirt, now rested on my head, and he went to work in earnest, pumping in and out, his soft belly making an obscene slapping noise against my forehead at the extent of his thrust. I risked my hands on his bum again, and this time he seemed less bothered, allowing them to remain there as he fucked my face. It was clear he wasn't going to last long at that pace, and just a couple of minutes later I noticed a high-pitched little moan esacaping his lips on the forward thrust. What seemed like only seconds later he was ramming my face against his crotch, holding it in place as his tool jumped and bucked in my mouth. I could feel his cheeks going rock hard and quivering in my hands, before softening as he drew back. He must have been holding his breath as he came, because suddenly it was released in one loud sigh. Now that his pleasure had been acheived the boy grabbed his trousers and pants, pulling them roughly up over his still half hard penis, and exited the cubicle without bothering to check if there was anyone outside. Thankfully there wasn't, and I closed and locked the door, sitting back and wondering how I was going to deal with the mess in my boxers. I had come without even touching myself, something I've never managed to repeat. ----- Thanks for reading. For more of my work visit www.asstr.org/~zack/. Please get in touch if you liked the story: zackmcnaught@hotmail.com