Date: Fri, 19 Jun 2020 07:51:21 +0300
From: redfuzbear@gmail.com
Subject: Understall at the Mall

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Understall at the Mall

For a long time I'd been reading understall stories and watching
videos on the various you-porn sites, and they always got me hot.
Seeing just legs and cock (always better if the legs are hairy)
from under the divider, and seeing the cocks being stroked and
sucked and sometimes even fucked, and seeing them spurt onto the
tiled floor, was a guaranteed turnon for me. But I wasn't the type
to know where the more cruisy bathrooms were, and I always worried
that someone could come in and bust the show. But, I have had two
experiences that even today serve as batefuel for me... here they
are.

Last fall, I had just downloaded a new hookup app that showed
locations and had pictures. No relationship stuff, just raw
recreational sex. The second day I had it I was pinged by a message
from a guy who wanted an understall blowjob. It wasn't far from
where I worked, and the timing was right over the lunch hour, so I
agreed to meet. It was a big office building, and I didn't get the
right restroom the first time, but I finally found it. I went in,
he was in the next stall, and it was clear he was ready to go. He
knelt and I saw a seriously pretty cock come under the divider --
good size, perfectly proportioned, smooth and pink, and slightly
curved upwards. I wasted no time in getting my mouth on that
beauty! I licked and sucked and gently bobbed my head over his
treasure. I was surprised that after only a minute or so he
exploded into my mouth with a sweet load of come. (Usually it's a
down-low guy who has been thinking about this for months and is
seriously backed up.) I was even more surprised when after he came,
he motioned for me to give him my cock. I did, and he sucked it
like a starving man. He wasn't great, but he wasn't bad either,
and after a little while I unloaded in his mouth, and he took it
all. He whispered, `let me leave first' -- so I did. I never saw
his face, or his body, or what he was wearing. I only saw his cock
- but that was enough. A good start...

Later, in early winter, I was at a city train station in which I
had an hour layover between the subway and the train I was taking.
Across the street from the station was a big fancy mall with lots
of high-end retailers, all decorated for Christmas. I had to go to
the restroom, and thought that the restrooms there would be a lot
nicer than a nasty railroad station. So I took myself up the
escalator, down the marble-floored hallway, to a restroom where I
had years ago witnessed (but not participated) in some blatant
urinal cruising; I wondered if it was still like that. I went into
a stall, and not long afterwards the one next to me became
occupied. His sneaker started to move with an unmistakable tap tap
tap. I finished my business and knelt at the divider. WHAM! He was
on me like a hurricane. Sucking, stroking, caressing my balls and
legs, his hunger for my cock, and for me, was both intense and
intensely arousing. Suddenly he stood up, opened his door, and
knocked on mine. I let him in. He was a very cute round-faced
Hispanic guy -- I guessed Central American -- and he just pulled in
my head for a deep kiss. (I was about eight inches taller than he
was.) The same intense hunger was in his kiss -- and he grabbed my
cock and wouldn't let go for dear life. After a short while, he
knelt and resumed his frenzied sucking. After a short while, there
were flashing lights and rhythmic beeping -- not an orgasm, but the
fire alarm signal! He paid it no attention and kept going, and it
wasn't long before I was pumping my load down his eager throat. He
never unzipped, nor did I ever see his cock, nor did we ever
exchange a single word. Once it was over, he turned around and left
-- he got what he came for -- and I got myself decent and walked
through the evacuated mall towards the exit, towards the train
station, and towards the rest of my day.