That first time using the toilet, I thought the foot sliding under the cubicle was looking for something. You know, it would be really awkward if you dropped something in the stall and needed to reach under the partition to get it. I mean, if a hand suddenly reached out while I was sitting on the toilet, I think I’d empty my bowels a lot faster.
But this foot did a little circle, a sort of weird tap, then disappeared.
I finished my business and went off to finish my shopping.
It was a few weeks before I was in the mall again, and in need of the toilet.
For some reason, I’ve always thought urinals were weird. Standing there with your dick out, pissing like it’s normal, always seemed a bit off to me. So I used the stalls.
The end one was empty, so I slid in and unzipped.
Those first few seconds when you release, after holding it a while, are magic. I like to close my eyes and really feel the relief. Probably stupid, but hey, I’m shopping, and sometimes small things like that are the little rewards that get you through.
When I opened my eyes, that foot was back again.
I mean, what a coincidence that the same shoe would happen to be in the next cubicle a few weeks later, having dropped yet another thing.
Shrugging, I shook my pride and joy and tucked him in my underwear, stepping back, zipping up, buttoning, flushing, and turning to leave.
That’s when I saw the little finger wiggling through the hole.
I’m not stupid, even though I like to act it sometimes depending on the situation and what it might get me, so I was instantly aware that the foot and the finger were working together to get my attention.
I should have been a private investigator with these incredible powers of deduction.
My wife often jokes it takes a nail and a hammer to drive a point home for me.
Yes, I should have turned and left.
But I didn’t.
Maybe because my own feet were a little shaky, or maybe because I just didn’t know if I was being rude, but I hesitated.
What did he want?
Was it a homeless guy who lived there?
My curiosity was too much. I bent down to look through the hole and discovered it was actually quite sizeable.
Through it, I could see the guy’s leg and then that he was slowly jerking his cock.
I shot back and out of the stall, slipping a little on the wet floor and nearly colliding with a guy standing at the urinal with his dick out.
Now that would have been super awkward.
I thought about that guy’s dick a fair bit. I’d only caught a second of it, but it was enough to know it was slightly smaller than mine, had less foreskin, and the hand wore a wedding ring.
That night, after my wife went to sleep, I crept to the office and locked the door. Through my private browser, with settings configured to delete my history, I had a sneaky search of “guys wanking.”
Holy shit.
There are thousands of results of images and videos that apparently matched my search. Lots of dicks. Small dicks, big dicks, hands-free dicks, women sucking dicks. Now why did that come up when I searched for wanking?
But what I thought was interesting wasn’t the amount of wanking dick that was available. It was that my dick rose to the occasion.
To be fair, I’m a pretty horny, standard 25-year-old, so skin would be enough to get a rise out of me. At least that’s what I told myself.
Regardless, it didn’t take too many strokes to sort him out, and I added the tissues to the jizz-filled tissue basket I was always going to get around to actually emptying.
No big deal. Nothing to see here. Just a horny guy wanking over wanking, that’s all.
But why did I feel so odd when I got into bed next to my wife a little while later?
In hindsight, it wasn’t really a surprise that I suddenly needed to go to the mall a few days later. Less surprising that I needed to use the toilet.
This toilet gets busy. There’s always a row of guys pissing and always at least one or two stalls occupied.
I didn’t actually expect the same guy to be in the middle stall, and when I got in there and took a quick peek, I realized the shoe wasn’t his.
Only slightly disappointing. I mean, it’s not like I had expected him to be there. And even if he had been, what exactly would I have done? Another quick peek and then what? Flee again?
I pissed, shook it, and casually bent down to have a little look.
Whoever was in there didn’t wear a wedding ring but had also taken some time out to have a wank.
When I turned, I saw the guy at the urinal closest to me staring at me. I closed the door anyway, unbuckled, unzipped, dropped my pants and underwear, and casually leaned in for a look.
The guy must have sensed I was peeking, because his head appeared and I got a glimpse of a slightly older guy, but I flew back from the hole.
And that’s when it happened.
The guy must have misinterpreted my intentions, because suddenly his dick slid through the hole.
I was stunned. I shrank back from it, staring at it in both fear and curiosity.Undeterred, it throbbed. It didn’t retreat from the lack of my attention.
The thing is, I was curious. I’d never had a hard dick in front of me like that. Sure, haven’t we all seen our mates’ or teammates’ cocks at one time or another? But always soft. Never had anyone flash a hard cock at me, at least not that I recall.
But this was different. I was more fascinated by my own mind than the fact that some random guy had shoved his dick through the wall.
It wasn’t until that dick pushed through that I realized I’d always been curious about other guys’ dicks. Was I average in size? How did I measure up? I’ve never had a woman complain about my precious fella. In fact, I’ve been told more than a few times that I had both a magic wand and the skill to use it.
And here I was, in a public toilet, deep inside a shopping mall, on the mezzanine level, with a rock-hard dick that was probably almost as big as mine, tempting me to touch it.
So I did.
It’s anonymous, right? I’ll admit I looked up and around first. I made sure there were no cameras in the toilet, though I was fairly certain that would be illegal anyway.
This dick was hot. My hand was warm, but his dick was hotter. And in my hand, it throbbed. It pulsed. It begged for attention.
I gripped it. Who even knows how these things work? It’s not like there’s a wanking school where, halfway through life, you go to learn how to jerk another guy off.
The thick dick, veiny and kind of like mine, pushed into my hand, maybe wanting more.
I stroked it lightly and swear I could feel the guy’s gratitude.
Slowly, and maybe more confidently, I wanked this other man’s dick through a hole in a toilet wall.
But it occurred to me that this might be my only chance to experiment.
It’s funny how you realize, suddenly, that something’s been sitting in the back of your mind for years, just waiting for a moment like this.
I had no idea I wanted to taste this veiny, milky-white dick until I opened my mouth and leaned forward.
It smelled good. It was right there, perfectly patient and perfectly discreet.
My mouth just slid onto this guy’s dick like it was the most natural thing in the world.
It was just as hot in my mouth, and I realized then that this guy had been hoping I’d do it. When my lips wrapped around it, he pushed as far in as the wall would let him. I was pretty sure that if the partition hadn’t been there, he would’ve grabbed my head and skull-fucked me.
This dick was hot, and it hit the back of my throat.
And I let it.
I thought about how much I liked getting good head. What made it good. A hot mouth, tight around my dick. A tongue that teased the head. A hand caressing my balls, gently gripping the base.
So I gave this guy what I knew I liked.
And in return, he came down my throat.
I didn’t even realize he’d come until I tasted the bitter flood. It hit my tongue, swirled in my mouth, and dripped down my throat.
Fuck.
His dick vanished back through the hole, and I spat, then gagged. I flushed and bolted. I barely noticed the same guy at the urinal as I rushed to the sink and shoved my mouth under the faucet. I rinsed and rinsed.
Anyone who’s tasted jizz knows it lingers.
Even after eating food, gargling mouthwash, and drinking beer that night, I could still taste that guy’s cum.
And I secretly liked it.
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