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Chapter Four: Road Trip, Continued at California State University at Long BeachWell. I thought the last chapter was pretty good -- amature nymphets standout even. Evidently
I was wrong, judging by the whopping two emails I received. In much the same
way that it\'s only fun to hang out in mens rooms if you occasionally get a
facefull of goo, it\'s only fun writing about this stuff if people occasionally
tell you they enjoy hearing about it. I\'m just sayin...So, this chapter is for the guy in Oregon who regaled me with tales of
sucking all that clean-cut farmboy cock at Mizzou back in the Beaver Cleaver era
(hot!). Now let\'s get back to my filthy little diary. We left nymphets hard off with me exhausted
but still horny, hard, and ukrainian nymphets tgp
dripping in stall 1R. My attempt at mating with
Spinner Boy had been rebuffed and I had just settled in to rub out a quick one
on my own. With the image of Boots Guy\'s terrified performance still fresh in
my mind, I didn\'t figure it would take long.Two more for the road
I heard the door squeak open and immediately wondered if Boots Guy\'s
curiosity had gotten the better of him. Silly, I know. Guys like that don\'t
just turn up in these places every day, and when they\'re that freaked out about
what they\'re doing, they tend to stay away for long periods of time. But a guy
can dream. In the meantime, I heard someone approaching
and peered down through the gloryhole to see if I could get a glimpse of the
footwear or anything else interesting as he came by. Soon enough, a pair of
black workboots wandered by and went into 1L, where Boots Guy had been before.
Though I couldn\'t tell from my vantage point if they were as enormous as his, I
was still pretty damned excited. This excitement wasn\'t to last too long,
however. Leaning to one side, you could look through the japanese nymphets photo books crack of your door
directly into the crack of the door across the way. If the occupant there was
doing the same, you got eye contact. He was and we did, but he was most definitely
not Boots Guy. Nope, this time my dance partner was a slightly pudgy, mid-30\'s
bearded guy. Huh. Not what I had been hoping for. But hey, I\'m anything but
prejudiced, and he was pretty eager, having stood up and opened his door so I could
see the whole package, so what the heck. He was also wearing a mechanic\'s
uniform, nametag and all, and the notion that I might be scoring some straight
bone here was enticing.I opened my door and just leaned back on the
toilet with my legs spread and stroking. He sauntered right on over and pointed
a very fat, sorta-longish uncut russian nymphets ukrainian nymphets dick at my mouth. Being the agreeable type, I
opened up and board nymphet nude link slurped right down on it. It didn\'t take long, maybe 3 minutes.
He just stood there, not making a move or a sound while I went to work. I did a
good job, choking as far down as I could, sticking my tongue out at the same
time to hit his balls, then long strokes with my hand. Then he sort of tensed
up a bit and popped about 3 volleys into my mouth. They were big, and my mouth
was full. Somehow the full mouth gave me the idea that I should spit it into my
hand xxx nymphet and use it as lube to get myself off as soon as he left. Once he pulled
out, though, he didn\'t leave. No, he just stood there looking down at me. Now,
I wasn\'t stroking, and my mouth was pretty obviously full of his seed, so I
dunno what exactly he was expecting me to do. I gave him my best
exasperated-mouth-full-what-the-fuck-do-you-want look, hoping he would take his
empty nuts and scamper off to the wife and kids. Nope. He stood there for a few
more seconds, and then...\"Are you gay?\"Jesus. You hang around a place like this long
enough and you\'re gonna run into everything. And while I\'m generally happy to
help, I was in no mood to take this guy\'s anthropology survey. So I leaned
forward, drooled his load into the toilet, and then said, \"Dude. I gotta go.\"
At the same time, I started pushing my stall door closed. He got the hint and
split. By now I was more pissed than horny, and I just
wanted to nut so I could get the fuck out of there. I took a firm grip on my
li\'l soldier and started yanking, aware but ignoring the fact that as Mr.
Curious was leaving someone else was coming in. It must have been about six in the afternoon by
this point, and I seriously doubted there would be any more \"non cocksucking\"
traffic. So I just went about my business as I heard the guy approaching the
stalls and heading down my way. I did give it a rest when he walked into the
stall next to me, though, and I peered through the gloryhole to get a look. He
was just standing there, but I could see a pair of khaki shorts, some nice tan
slightly hairy legs, and a determined amount of crotch rubbing going on. After
a minute, he left the stall and crossed over to 2L, where he dropped his shorts
and had a seat.Leaning back, I could get a good look across
the way through the gloryhole. I saw a very large pair of Adidas
shelltoes, the khaki shorts and boxers, some long-ass tan legs spread wide, and
a fist wrapped around a skinny boner, stroking for all it was worth. I couldn\'t
see his upper body or face, but you guys know me well enough to know that
doesn\'t really matter a whole lot, right? I opened my door and leaned over to the right
so I could get a look at this guy. He was really young, maybe 18 or 19, and
cute, wearing a plaid shirt that I\'m young child model nymphets
sure his mom picked out for him. He looked
up at pedo pthc nymphet me and smiled, so I just went blowjob nymphets
ahead and stepped out of my shorts and sauntered
over to his stall. He had a real purdy mouth for a Momma\'s Boy, and after a
hard afternoon of being on my knees I was ready for a little attention down
there. I walked into his stall, right up between his legs, and pointed my dick
down at his mouth. He reached up and wrapped his fist around it and started
stroking, which felt good, but I wanted a nice wet mouth to shoot my load into.
\"Suck it,\" I whispered, but he just shook his
head and kept stroking. Fuck. I moved back a couple steps and squatted down in
front of him. Evidently, this was more like it. He stood up and moved close
enough that I could wrap my lips around his cute young ebony nymphets li\'l boner. After I sucked for
a few minutes, he pulled it out and started stroking, moving his nuts in front
of my mouth. OK, nuts are good, and these had a nice little funk coming off nude free pics nymphets of
them, so I went to work tonguing those guys while he flogged away above. As his
movements got quicker and more urgent, I pulled away, looked up at him, and
said, \"Hey. Shoot in my mouth, OK?\"\"Seriously?\"\"Yeah. In my mouth.\" I went back to his nuts, he kept stroking, and
it wasn\'t another minute before he was ready to nut. He pointed his dick down
at my mouth and asked if I was sure. In response, I wrapped my lips around his
head and young chinese nymphets
away he went, hammering his hips into my face like a jackhammer.
Eventually he delivered a little bit of cum. Not much, but what the heck. He
was having a good time, and that\'s what counts, right? In the meantime, I had
knelt way down over his foot so that my nuts were rubbing up against his big
Adidas and was stroking hard with my free hand. By the time he was finished up
in my mouth, I had lost my second nut of the day on the floor between his feet.
As I stood up and headed back to my stall, the
kid said, \"Thanks, man.\" I swallowed his load down and assured him it was no
problem.OK, thus ended my first day at CSULB. Dang.
What a great time. I headed out, grabbed some dinner, and went back to the
hotel to crash. I was too tired to do much of anything else.As the next day broke, I had to determine what
I was going to do. I had one more day scheduled in the LA area, and on my list
were UCLA, USC, Santa Monica College, and UC Irvine. I decided to break out the
map over breakfast and see if I couldn\'t put together a plan that would hit two
more campuses before the day was out. I should also mention that it was a
Saturday, which of course completely changes the demographics child nymphet models and nymphets nudisme
pace of a
university tearoom. I was already late, and walking out into the California sunshine, I was dismayed to find it pouring rain instead. After a bit of
contemplation, I decided that Ben Franklin had been right with the \"bird in the
hand\" thing, and rather than driving all over the west coast looking for
tearooms I didn\'t know in buildings I didn\'t know on campuses I didn\'t know in
cities I didn\'t know, with only a day left, I\'d just stick with what I did know
and head back to CSULB. A smart move: CSULB day twoIt was around 11:30 when I parked next to the business building and headed on
in. Whereas yesterday the campus and courtyard had been full of people, today
it was completely dead. Just a steady rain and not another soul in sight. There
were maybe a half-dozen cars in the enormous parking lot. But the building was
open, and I headed on up nymphet teen to the second floor to see what I could see. I
actually did a few laps around the building before heading into the tearoom
because I wanted my shoes to dry off and quit squeaking. This also gave me a
chance to scope the place out a bit more and see if there were other tearooms
around. I found a sign indicating that there was another one, but never did
find it. After a bit, me and my quiet shoes headed on into the tearoom. I noticed
that the door had a lock. It never occurred to me that the place might be
closed on weekends, and it wasn\'t. I walked in and headed straight for the
stall area. Empty. Not a soul. I was the only person in this awesome tearoom,
so I took the opportunity to explore a little bit, and get the lay of the land.
I determined from graffiti and dried jizz that the last three stalls on either
side seemed to be the busiest (as you would expect, I guess), with the first
two just serving as overflow when things got crazy. I also discovered that the
mirrors above the sinks were great for checking out what was going on in the
rest of the restroom. Standing on the toilet in 5R, I could peer over the top
of the stall and using the mirror, see the entire place including the
handicapped stall. Cool. I hung around for maybe 30 minutes and nobody had so much as come in to take
a piss. There are russian small nymphet few things more depressing to a horny cockhound than being in
a five-star tearoom like this and there being no traffic. So, I played with my
dick, moved from stall to stall trying them all out, and finally settled into
1R, with the gloryhole. I had decided that I would wait another 20 minutes and then head over to the
library if something didn\'t turn up when my heart leapt at the sound of the
door squeaking open. \"Please be cock. Please be cock. Please be cock,\" I was
chanting under my breath as the nymphet girls bbs guy walked slowly back to the stall area and
parked himself right in 2R, on the other side of my gloryhole.I could see a small pair of sneakers of some kind, jeans, and a knit shirt
that told me the guy was probably from a Mexican family. He was short, with his
crotch right at gloryhole level without the need to hunch down at all. As I
peered through the hole, his hands adolescent nymphet pics went to his fly and slid the zipper down.
OK, I was game. I slid off the toilet and onto my knees nymphets sample video in front of the
gloryhole, ready to get busy.Presently, a tiny uncut dick emerged from the fly and was pressed up against
the hole. Big, small, what\'s the difference? If the guy has the right look or
attitude, I\'m not going to make a fuss about how he\'s equipped, though this was
one of the tiniest I\'ve ever seen. I opened my mouth and dove, but only for a
moment. There were a couple of other factors at work here and they were not in
my favor. First, this dick had hair growing all the way up the shaft, almost to
the head. Just a little odd for me. I peeled the foreskin back, thinking that
would take care of the problem but it just exposed a worse one. This guy was not
big on regular hygiene down there and frankly, despite what the TV commercials
tell you, not everything goes better with California cheese. topsites nymphets
Teeny, hairy, dirty.
Three strikes and...he\'s out. I got back up on the toilet and waited for him to
withdraw but for the next few minutes, nymphet nude mpeg
he stayed pressed up against the wall,
wiggling the filthy little thing at me, though never saying a word. The situation was progressing into the absurd when I heard the door open
again and someone else approaching. To my surprise, the guy next to me didn\'t
sit his ass down and wait to find out who the new person was and what they
wanted. Nope, he just stayed where he was, humping the gloryhole, as the new
guy walked in and headed into 1L, directly across from me. I alfasex nymphets leaned over to peek through the door crack and could see this guy sitting
there with his pants down, pretty big though limp dick being stroked, and his
door held open by his knee. It took my neighbor all of about 3 seconds to
decide to move across to this guy\'s stall and plug his little weewee right into
the guy\'s mouth.It turns out that I was right, the guy next to me was Mexican or South
American, and very small, maybe 5\' 4\". He was also young and very cute. Very
cute. The guy working on his dick was unremarkable, in his 40s and balding,
with a plumber moustache and dressed like the assistant manager of a waterbed
store or something. He was sporting a nice piece though, which was standing
proud by this point. I just opened my door and sat there watching the show.
This for some reason bothered Mr. Waterbed Store, who gave fresh young nymphets me a look like I was
somehow invading his privacy and then moved the kid to the side so he could
shut his door with them both inside. Whatever.For the next ten minutes or so those two engaged in a variety of acrobatics,
changing positions, moving around, standing, sitting, you name it. While I
couldn\'t see what was happening it was pretty obvious they were having a hell
of a time. Presently, things seemed to calm down so I opened my door a crack to
see what I could. The older guy was on his knees in the stall, his feet jutting
out from under the door, and the Mexican kid was nowhere to be seen. Hmm. I\'m
afraid curiosity got the best of me and I slipped as quietly as I could out of
my stall and over to 2L to take a surreptitious peek through the gloryhole. No luck, though, as someone\'s arm was braced firmly against it, blocking any
view. From here I could hear a low, rhythmic groaning, though, and just knew
something good was going on in there. I quietly raised up the toilet seat,
stepped up on the rim, and slowly edged closer to the stall divider so I could
get a look.As I peered over the top, I looked directly into the eyes of the young guy,
though his expression didn\'t change and he made no indication that he knew I
was there. His pants were off, laying on the floor behind the toilet and he was
laying across the toilet seat on his back. His head was crammed up against the
wall and his legs where being held high and wide by the older guy. This was to
facilitate the long-dick fucking the russian nymphets bbs
kid was getting, as the guy held one tiny Brooks-clad
foot in each hand, driving his cock slowly in and out of the little brown ass.
Fucking hot. The young guy didn\'t seem to be enjoying himself particularly, and
his dick had gone soft. It was so small it almost looked like there was nothing
there but a bush. But he wasn\'t exactly trying to get away, so I figured he
must just not be a very demonstrative person. I stayed there, watching, for the next ten minutes or so as the guy
proceeded to fuck his partner good and hard, shot his load in the russian young nymphets condom, and
pulled out. I stepped down at this point and went back to my stall. I have no
idea if the younger guy ever got off, but I kind of doubt it. Within a couple
minutes they were gone and I was by myself again.

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Chapter Four: Road Trip, Continued at California State University at Long BeachWell. I thought the last chapter was pretty good -- amature nymphets standout even. Evidently
I was wrong, judging by the whopping two emails I received. In much the same
way that it's only fun to hang out in mens rooms if you occasionally get a
facefull of goo, it's only fun writing about this stuff if people occasionally
tell you they enjoy hearing about it. I'm just sayin...So, this chapter is for the guy in Oregon who regaled me with tales of
sucking all that clean-cut farmboy cock at Mizzou back in the Beaver Cleaver era
(hot!). Now let's get back to my filthy little diary. We left nymphets hard off with me exhausted
but still horny, hard, and ukrainian nymphets tgp
dripping in stall 1R. My attempt at mating with
Spinner Boy had been rebuffed and I had just settled in to rub out a quick one
on my own. With the image of Boots Guy's terrified performance still fresh in
my mind, I didn't figure it would take long.Two more for the road
I heard the door squeak open and immediately wondered if Boots Guy's
curiosity had gotten the better of him. Silly, I know. Guys like that don't
just turn up in these places every day, and when they're that freaked out about
what they're doing, they tend to stay away for long periods of time. But a guy
can dream. In the meantime, I heard someone approaching
and peered down through the gloryhole to see if I could get a glimpse of the
footwear or anything else interesting as he came by. Soon enough, a pair of
black workboots wandered by and went into 1L, where Boots Guy had been before.
Though I couldn't tell from my vantage point if they were as enormous as his, I
was still pretty damned excited. This excitement wasn't to last too long,
however. Leaning to one side, you could look through the japanese nymphets photo books crack of your door
directly into the crack of the door across the way. If the occupant there was
doing the same, you got eye contact. He was and we did, but he was most definitely
not Boots Guy. Nope, this time my dance partner was a slightly pudgy, mid-30's
bearded guy. Huh. Not what I had been hoping for. But hey, I'm anything but
prejudiced, and he was pretty eager, having stood up and opened his door so I could
see the whole package, so what the heck. He was also wearing a mechanic's
uniform, nametag and all, and the notion that I might be scoring some straight
bone here was enticing.I opened my door and just leaned back on the
toilet with my legs spread and stroking. He sauntered right on over and pointed
a very fat, sorta-longish uncut russian nymphets ukrainian nymphets dick at my mouth. Being the agreeable type, I
opened up and board nymphet nude link slurped right down on it. It didn't take long, maybe 3 minutes.
He just stood there, not making a move or a sound while I went to work. I did a
good job, choking as far down as I could, sticking my tongue out at the same
time to hit his balls, then long strokes with my hand. Then he sort of tensed
up a bit and popped about 3 volleys into my mouth. They were big, and my mouth
was full. Somehow the full mouth gave me the idea that I should spit it into my
hand xxx nymphet and use it as lube to get myself off as soon as he left. Once he pulled
out, though, he didn't leave. No, he just stood there looking down at me. Now,
I wasn't stroking, and my mouth was pretty obviously full of his seed, so I
dunno what exactly he was expecting me to do. I gave him my best
exasperated-mouth-full-what-the-fuck-do-you-want look, hoping he would take his
empty nuts and scamper off to the wife and kids. Nope. He stood there for a few
more seconds, and then..."Are you gay?"Jesus. You hang around a place like this long
enough and you're gonna run into everything. And while I'm generally happy to
help, I was in no mood to take this guy's anthropology survey. So I leaned
forward, drooled his load into the toilet, and then said, "Dude. I gotta go."
At the same time, I started pushing my stall door closed. He got the hint and
split. By now I was more pissed than horny, and I just
wanted to nut so I could get the fuck out of there. I took a firm grip on my
li'l soldier and started yanking, aware but ignoring the fact that as Mr.
Curious was leaving someone else was coming in. It must have been about six in the afternoon by
this point, and I seriously doubted there would be any more "non cocksucking"
traffic. So I just went about my business as I heard the guy approaching the
stalls and heading down my way. I did give it a rest when he walked into the
stall next to me, though, and I peered through the gloryhole to get a look. He
was just standing there, but I could see a pair of khaki shorts, some nice tan
slightly hairy legs, and a determined amount of crotch rubbing going on. After
a minute, he left the stall and crossed over to 2L, where he dropped his shorts
and had a seat.Leaning back, I could get a good look across
the way through the gloryhole. I saw a very large pair of Adidas
shelltoes, the khaki shorts and boxers, some long-ass tan legs spread wide, and
a fist wrapped around a skinny boner, stroking for all it was worth. I couldn't
see his upper body or face, but you guys know me well enough to know that
doesn't really matter a whole lot, right? I opened my door and leaned over to the right
so I could get a look at this guy. He was really young, maybe 18 or 19, and
cute, wearing a plaid shirt that I'm young child model nymphets
sure his mom picked out for him. He looked
up at pedo pthc nymphet me and smiled, so I just went blowjob nymphets
ahead and stepped out of my shorts and sauntered
over to his stall. He had a real purdy mouth for a Momma's Boy, and after a
hard afternoon of being on my knees I was ready for a little attention down
there. I walked into his stall, right up between his legs, and pointed my dick
down at his mouth. He reached up and wrapped his fist around it and started
stroking, which felt good, but I wanted a nice wet mouth to shoot my load into.
"Suck it," I whispered, but he just shook his
head and kept stroking. Fuck. I moved back a couple steps and squatted down in
front of him. Evidently, this was more like it. He stood up and moved close
enough that I could wrap my lips around his cute young ebony nymphets li'l boner. After I sucked for
a few minutes, he pulled it out and started stroking, moving his nuts in front
of my mouth. OK, nuts are good, and these had a nice little funk coming off nude free pics nymphets of
them, so I went to work tonguing those guys while he flogged away above. As his
movements got quicker and more urgent, I pulled away, looked up at him, and
said, "Hey. Shoot in my mouth, OK?""Seriously?""Yeah. In my mouth." I went back to his nuts, he kept stroking, and
it wasn't another minute before he was ready to nut. He pointed his dick down
at my mouth and asked if I was sure. In response, I wrapped my lips around his
head and young chinese nymphets
away he went, hammering his hips into my face like a jackhammer.
Eventually he delivered a little bit of cum. Not much, but what the heck. He
was having a good time, and that's what counts, right? In the meantime, I had
knelt way down over his foot so that my nuts were rubbing up against his big
Adidas and was stroking hard with my free hand. By the time he was finished up
in my mouth, I had lost my second nut of the day on the floor between his feet.
As I stood up and headed back to my stall, the
kid said, "Thanks, man." I swallowed his load down and assured him it was no
problem.OK, thus ended my first day at CSULB. Dang.
What a great time. I headed out, grabbed some dinner, and went back to the
hotel to crash. I was too tired to do much of anything else.As the next day broke, I had to determine what
I was going to do. I had one more day scheduled in the LA area, and on my list
were UCLA, USC, Santa Monica College, and UC Irvine. I decided to break out the
map over breakfast and see if I couldn't put together a plan that would hit two
more campuses before the day was out. I should also mention that it was a
Saturday, which of course completely changes the demographics child nymphet models and nymphets nudisme
pace of a
university tearoom. I was already late, and walking out into the California sunshine, I was dismayed to find it pouring rain instead. After a bit of
contemplation, I decided that Ben Franklin had been right with the "bird in the
hand" thing, and rather than driving all over the west coast looking for
tearooms I didn't know in buildings I didn't know on campuses I didn't know in
cities I didn't know, with only a day left, I'd just stick with what I did know
and head back to CSULB. A smart move: CSULB day twoIt was around 11:30 when I parked next to the business building and headed on
in. Whereas yesterday the campus and courtyard had been full of people, today
it was completely dead. Just a steady rain and not another soul in sight. There
were maybe a half-dozen cars in the enormous parking lot. But the building was
open, and I headed on up nymphet teen to the second floor to see what I could see. I
actually did a few laps around the building before heading into the tearoom
because I wanted my shoes to dry off and quit squeaking. This also gave me a
chance to scope the place out a bit more and see if there were other tearooms
around. I found a sign indicating that there was another one, but never did
find it. After a bit, me and my quiet shoes headed on into the tearoom. I noticed
that the door had a lock. It never occurred to me that the place might be
closed on weekends, and it wasn't. I walked in and headed straight for the
stall area. Empty. Not a soul. I was the only person in this awesome tearoom,
so I took the opportunity to explore a little bit, and get the lay of the land.
I determined from graffiti and dried jizz that the last three stalls on either
side seemed to be the busiest (as you would expect, I guess), with the first
two just serving as overflow when things got crazy. I also discovered that the
mirrors above the sinks were great for checking out what was going on in the
rest of the restroom. Standing on the toilet in 5R, I could peer over the top
of the stall and using the mirror, see the entire place including the
handicapped stall. Cool. I hung around for maybe 30 minutes and nobody had so much as come in to take
a piss. There are russian small nymphet few things more depressing to a horny cockhound than being in
a five-star tearoom like this and there being no traffic. So, I played with my
dick, moved from stall to stall trying them all out, and finally settled into
1R, with the gloryhole. I had decided that I would wait another 20 minutes and then head over to the
library if something didn't turn up when my heart leapt at the sound of the
door squeaking open. "Please be cock. Please be cock. Please be cock," I was
chanting under my breath as the nymphet girls bbs guy walked slowly back to the stall area and
parked himself right in 2R, on the other side of my gloryhole.I could see a small pair of sneakers of some kind, jeans, and a knit shirt
that told me the guy was probably from a Mexican family. He was short, with his
crotch right at gloryhole level without the need to hunch down at all. As I
peered through the hole, his hands adolescent nymphet pics went to his fly and slid the zipper down.
OK, I was game. I slid off the toilet and onto my knees nymphets sample video in front of the
gloryhole, ready to get busy.Presently, a tiny uncut dick emerged from the fly and was pressed up against
the hole. Big, small, what's the difference? If the guy has the right look or
attitude, I'm not going to make a fuss about how he's equipped, though this was
one of the tiniest I've ever seen. I opened my mouth and dove, but only for a
moment. There were a couple of other factors at work here and they were not in
my favor. First, this dick had hair growing all the way up the shaft, almost to
the head. Just a little odd for me. I peeled the foreskin back, thinking that
would take care of the problem but it just exposed a worse one. This guy was not
big on regular hygiene down there and frankly, despite what the TV commercials
tell you, not everything goes better with California cheese. topsites nymphets
Teeny, hairy, dirty.
Three strikes and...he's out. I got back up on the toilet and waited for him to
withdraw but for the next few minutes, nymphet nude mpeg
he stayed pressed up against the wall,
wiggling the filthy little thing at me, though never saying a word. The situation was progressing into the absurd when I heard the door open
again and someone else approaching. To my surprise, the guy next to me didn't
sit his ass down and wait to find out who the new person was and what they
wanted. Nope, he just stayed where he was, humping the gloryhole, as the new
guy walked in and headed into 1L, directly across from me. I alfasex nymphets leaned over to peek through the door crack and could see this guy sitting
there with his pants down, pretty big though limp dick being stroked, and his
door held open by his knee. It took my neighbor all of about 3 seconds to
decide to move across to this guy's stall and plug his little weewee right into
the guy's mouth.It turns out that I was right, the guy next to me was Mexican or South
American, and very small, maybe 5' 4". He was also young and very cute. Very
cute. The guy working on his dick was unremarkable, in his 40s and balding,
with a plumber moustache and dressed like the assistant manager of a waterbed
store or something. He was sporting a nice piece though, which was standing
proud by this point. I just opened my door and sat there watching the show.
This for some reason bothered Mr. Waterbed Store, who gave fresh young nymphets me a look like I was
somehow invading his privacy and then moved the kid to the side so he could
shut his door with them both inside. Whatever.For the next ten minutes or so those two engaged in a variety of acrobatics,
changing positions, moving around, standing, sitting, you name it. While I
couldn't see what was happening it was pretty obvious they were having a hell
of a time. Presently, things seemed to calm down so I opened my door a crack to
see what I could. The older guy was on his knees in the stall, his feet jutting
out from under the door, and the Mexican kid was nowhere to be seen. Hmm. I'm
afraid curiosity got the best of me and I slipped as quietly as I could out of
my stall and over to 2L to take a surreptitious peek through the gloryhole. No luck, though, as someone's arm was braced firmly against it, blocking any
view. From here I could hear a low, rhythmic groaning, though, and just knew
something good was going on in there. I quietly raised up the toilet seat,
stepped up on the rim, and slowly edged closer to the stall divider so I could
get a look.As I peered over the top, I looked directly into the eyes of the young guy,
though his expression didn't change and he made no indication that he knew I
was there. His pants were off, laying on the floor behind the toilet and he was
laying across the toilet seat on his back. His head was crammed up against the
wall and his legs where being held high and wide by the older guy. This was to
facilitate the long-dick fucking the russian nymphets bbs
kid was getting, as the guy held one tiny Brooks-clad
foot in each hand, driving his cock slowly in and out of the little brown ass.
Fucking hot. The young guy didn't seem to be enjoying himself particularly, and
his dick had gone soft. It was so small it almost looked like there was nothing
there but a bush. But he wasn't exactly trying to get away, so I figured he
must just not be a very demonstrative person. I stayed there, watching, for the next ten minutes or so as the guy
proceeded to fuck his partner good and hard, shot his load in the russian young nymphets condom, and
pulled out. I stepped down at this point and went back to my stall. I have no
idea if the younger guy ever got off, but I kind of doubt it. Within a couple
minutes they were gone and I was by myself again.



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