Date: Sat, 24 Aug 2002 15:34:12 EDT
From: GaiasDruid@aol.com
Subject: Mall Rat

    It was an off day for me.  Classes would resume the following week, but
for now, I was on spring vacation.  And anyone who's seen Hawaii in the
spring time knows that there is an electricity in the air that you don't
seem to find anywhere else.  College was taking it's toll on me.  I needed
some relaxation.  So I headed for Ala Moana shopping center, a huge mall in
the heart of Honolulu.
    Work had been good, even if classes had been hard, so I had cash to
blow on something frivolous.  Being a queer boy, I decided on clothes.  So
I shopped the stores, buying club shirts, new jeans, skimpy underwear, and
some new cologne.  After all was said and done, I had amassed quite a
treasure.  Now it was time to eat.
    I went on down to the food court, one of the largest and most diverse
I'd ever seen, and ordered some Japanese food.  It was delicious.  After
eating my fill, I went into the bathroom to take a leak.
    The bathroom was divided up into two sections.  When you went through
the door, you walked down a short hall about fifty feet long, and through
another door into the main bathroom area.  Here, you found the sinks on one
wall, and the urinals on the opposite wall.  Walking past these, one went
around a corner to find five stalls lined up against the far back wall.  I
went in and sat down in the second to the last stall.
    Inside the stall, I noticed lots of graffiti, both pictures and
writings.  The pictures were mostly of men, in various stages of sex with
other men, and the writings seemed to all be from some guy or another
offering his services as a cock sucker.  Smiling, I all I could find, and
as I gazed at the art work, I felt myself slowly getting aroused.  I mean,
come on!  I was 19 years old!  Of course nude pictures got me horny!
      As my lengthening dick got harder, I began to quietly stroke it.
There were other people in the bathroom, including someone in the last
stall, next to me, so I didn't want to advertise that I was masturbating.
I just quietly stretched out my legs before me, and began to slide my palm
up and down my prick.
    Suddenly, I noticed something that had escaped my attention before.  To
my right, in the wall of the stall separating me from the last stall, was a
hole about four inches in diameter.  And in the center of that hole was a
bright blue eye, watching me intently.
    With a muttered curse, I sat upright and covered my erection with my
shirt.  The eye peering through the hole disappeared, only to be replaced a
few seconds later by a beckoning finger, and then a long tongue.  Never one
to pass up a head job, I stood up quickly and slipped the length of my hard
dick through the hole.  I was barely through before I felt the familiar
feeling of a warm, we mouth sliding over it.  I let out an involuntary gasp
as the feelings coursed through my body.
     The mystery stranger on the other side of the partition was an expert.
He slid up and down the entire length of my 7.5 inch prick, paying special
attention to the sensitive area right behind the head.  With each plunge of
his mouth, I felt his tongue dart out and give my nuts a lick through the
hole.  My God, but he had a long tongue!  He licked, slobbered, and slurped
my dick like he was a kid with a new sucker.
     After 15 minutes of this, I could feel my nuts tightening up, a
prelude to a monstrous orgasm.  By this time, all pretense of keeping this
a discreet encounter went out the window. I was moaning and groaning so
loud, I was a wonder that security didn't come running in to see who was
having a heart attack!  My "friend" on the other side must have sensed the
close proximity of my orgasm, because he suddenly pulled away.
Disappointed, I pulled my dripping dick back through to my side of the
stall and sat down.  I took this opportunity to steal a glance at my oral
benefactor.
     Jesus!  The guy was maybe 18 or 19 at the most.  Of Pacific islander
descent, his black hair was wiry, and his brown eyes were the softest, most
sensuous I had ever seen.  His darkened skin was like caramel, showing the
Hawaiian ancestry and the long hours in the sun.  He was dressed in baggy
shorts, a skin tight tank top, and a pair of slippers on his feet.  His
shorts were down around his ankles, and he was rapidly flogging one of the
most gorgeous dicks I had ever seen.  About 7 inches long, and slender, it
was dripping like mad from the tip with a copious amount of precum.
     The hand that wasn't busy flogging his log was digging through a back
pack on the floor next to him.  The hand fished around for a moment and
came out with a condom and a small tube of KY Jelly.  He glanced over at me
through the hole and grinned.  He scooted over towards me and put his mouth
close to the hole.  I turned my head to hear what he was going to say.  "I
want you to fuck me," he said.  "In here?!?!" I practically squeaked.
"We'll get caught!"  "No, we won't," he replied "We just need to be quiet."
"Okay." I said, with misgivings about the whole situation.
     He handed the condom and lube to me through the hole, stepped out of
his shorts and hung them on the hook behind his stall door.  The with a
quick glance to make sure no one else was in the room with us, he slithered
under the partition that separated us.
     I helped him to his feet, and as soon as he had his balance, he
grabbed me in a fierce kiss.  Our tongues dueled, first in my mouth and
then in his.  I could feel his dick dripping precum down my inner thigh,
just like mine was wetting down his pubic bush.  His heart-rate was wildly
evident from the steady pulse of his hard cock.  I had to give it a taste.
       I dropped smoothly to my knees, my mind so filled with lust, I don't
even notice the cold tile floor of the bathroom.  His long, slender fuck
tool stands waving erratically at me, drooling with the succulent nectar of
those low-hung balls.  I stuck out my tongue and slid it under the steady
flow of precum dripping towards the floor.  The taste sent chills down my
spine, and I swallowed greedily, savoring the sweetness.  Following the
stream to its source, I allowed my lips to encircle the head of this fount,
eliciting a gasp of ecstacy from his throat.
       With a mental grin, I drove my head forward, swallowing the entire
dick in one swift move.  The gasp from above turned into a gutteral moan,
and I watched in glee as his hands shot out to the stall walls to brace
himself up.  His knees laid against my chest, quivering with the effort to
keep him upright.  His throat made choking sounds as he struggled to keep
the moans and groans stifled.  The whole while, my lips and tongue devoured
his prick, sucking down every inch of his throbbing cock.
       My mouth and tongue work down towards his nut sack.  I took each
ball into my mouth, one at a time, and rolled them aroung with my tongue.
The noises from his throat were getting dangerously loud, so pulled off and
looked up at him.  "Cool it down," I hissed.  "You're gonna get us caught!"
"S-sorry," he panted down at me. "I can't help it.  It feels so good."
"Thanks, I'm glad you like it," I replied. "But we'll have to stop if you
can't keep the noise down."
       My new fuck buddy nodded, and I spun him around, pressing down on
his back as his tight ass swung around before my eager face.  He bent over,
exposing a tight, clean looking hole, that just begged to be filled.  With
a hungry sigh, I stuck my tongue out and slid it up the length of his ass
crack.  His knees folded and his asshole dropped onto my waiting tongue.
       The moan he emmitted reverberated throughout the large bathroom,
bouncing off walls and mirrors to echo back into my ears.  But I was beyond
caring.  I had his asshole on my tongue, rimming him like a starving man.
The moan that had come from his lips had barely faded before I noticed a
new sound that replaced it.  It was a moment before my lust-filled mind
recognized the sounds.  It was me!  I was grunting and snorting like a pig
at a trough, ramming my tongue in and out of his tight hole like a piston.
       I traced lazy circles around the tight ring of his anus, watching in
awe as it relaxed and opened like a flower, inviting me in deeper.  My
tongue obliged, driving in with such force, I heard the breath escape from
his lungs in a strangled choke.  Still he wanted more.  Unfortunately, my
tongue could dig no deeper.  I did, however, have another body part that
wanted to delve his depths.  I stood up, and slid my precum slick dick up
and down the crack of his ass.  he ground his hips back, pleading with me
to shove it in.  I grabbed the condom from the top of his backpack and
slipped it on hurridly. the tiny vial of lube he provided seemed scant
lubrication for the invasion I was planning, But it was all we had, and it
was all he wanted.
       Lubed and wrapped, I lined the head of my aching cock with the ring
of his ass.  He looked back at me over his shoulder and nodded urgently.
Grabbing his hips, I let him slide back until the head of my hard cock
popped through the tight anal ring.  He winced slightly, and then with a
determined look pushed back forcefully onto my cock.  I watched in lust as
the entire length of my prick dissappeared into that warm, wet hole.
       After he had gotten my dick in under his own power, it was my turn
to do the thing a man is born to do: fuck.  I began to fuck him gently,
savoring the feeling of his ass channels rippling over my skin, enjoying
the tightness of his ass ring around my dick, and wanting to feel more.  My
thrust became more forceful, more erratic, each one going in faster then
the thrust before it.  The sensations his ass was providing was the be all
and end all of my existence at that moment of time.  Dimly, I was aware he
was speaking to me: "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he kept saying.
       It was like a holy mantra, chanted to the gods to get what was
needed from them.  And I was giving him what he needed. My strokes were
getting more and more ragged as I near my peak.  Beneath me, my fuck bud's
nuts were climbing upwards towards his stomach.  We were both on the verge,
and it was going to be a close call tosee who went off first.
       Suddenly, I felt him stiffen, his ass muscles clamping down almost
painfully onto my invading cock.  With a loud grunt, he straightened
upright in time for me to see a quick volley of white go shooting out of
the head of his dick and slam up against the back wall.  The shots coming
from his dick were quick, and there seemed no end to them.  Each blast of
his ball juice was accompanied by a tight squeeze of his ass muscles on my
still thrusting dick.
       It was on one of the last of these that I could take no more.  In a
desperate attempt to keep the noise level down, I bit into his shoulder,
causing him to gasp in surprise.  A final lunge, and my deeply buried cock
blasted of it's own gallon of cum, filling the condom in his ass almost to
the breaking point.  I continued to thrust weakly after each successive
spurt of cream, trying to make this heavenly feeling last for as long as I
could.
       Finallly, I was finished.  I pulled my half hard cock out from his
well fucked ass, and smiled at him, seeing a weary, but content smile in
return .  I pulled the condom off and dropped it into the toilet with a
soft plop.  Bending over, I grabbed my shorts and pulled them back up to my
waist.  I stood back and watched in admiration as the hunk in front of me
slipped his tight jeans up over the perfect mounds of his ass.  With a
final stroke of his back, I turned around to leave quietly, before we drew
attention to ourselves.  Before I could get out the door, my new friend
snaked his hand down into his backpack and came up with a slip of paper.
       Handing it to me, he grinned broadly and whispered, "My name is TJ.
Here's my number.  Call me.  I hope we can do this again.  Next time, we'll
do it in my dorm room where we can have more privacy."
       With a quick grin, he slipped out past me, pausing to wash his hands
in the sink and check his already immaculate hair.  Call him?  Oh yeah.
I'm going to call him alright, I thought.  With thoughts of the next fuck
already stirring my loins, I ran out the door to head for home, and a
certain phone call I was dying to make.