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The next afternoon I was back at the same spot, watching over the entrance to the restrooms like a hawk surveying for prey. It wasn’t long before the intriguing if somewhat odd looking man came walking up the path in his anorak. He loitered again by the door, looking around until finally for the first time he looked up and I froze. I caught his gaze and could do nothing but glare frozen in time. After a few moments of staring intently, he broke away and I watched as he disappeared into the toilets. After a momentary hesitation, I thought about going down and walking inside, but I could feel myself trembling from his stone-cold stare a seconds before. My dick was as hard as a rock, but I couldn’t pluck up the courage, instead tumbling down the otherside of the mound clumsily and jogging back home.
The following day I was steeling myself to build up the confidence to go down into the toilets after him, but in the end he didn’t turn up. I wasn’t even sure what would play out if I did, but the writing on the wall was drawing me in. Each night after dinner I would find myself laying down on my bed – when dad had insisted I go finish my school work – dreaming up scenarios that could happen if one day I went into the cubicle. I longed to get my mouth around a beautiful cock and the thought of it easily made me shoot my load all over my chest.
**
This became a routine on any day after school that I didn’t have swim practice or science club. The weather was warmer and warmer and it had now become a routine. It was coming to the end of the school year, and one Wednesday afternoon I was all ready for swiming practise – I’d been hanging around for a good 20 minutes when I finally noticed the sign up on the look room wall that Coach had cancelled the swim meet. Annoyed but also relieved to have the evening off, I set off home on my usual routine through the park.
Knowing that I wasn’t expected home for another hour or so, I took my time enjoying the good weather and people watching as I walked. It wasn’t long before I was peeling off the main path and towards the restrooms. As I started down that direction, who should walk out of the entrance to the mens’ toilets in the distance but the man in the anorak. I could feel my heart begin to leap out of my mouth as we got closer and closer – I was tempted for a second, but realised it was too late to turn back to the main path. I kept my gaze low and unable to help myself, my eyes fell on to his crotch as I glared at the outline of his cock and balls which I could make out clearly through the thin, loose fabric of his joggers. He evidently was not a fan of wearing underwear.
When I was only a few yards from him, I managed to bring myself to look up and as we passed each other he looked me sharply in the eyes. My heart was beating out my chest, and the excitement and anxiety of the moment was giving me that familiar tingle in my pants as my cock began gradually to stiffen.
Without flinching or looking back I carried on walking and darted through the entrance to the toilets and hid myself in the far cubicle where this whole journey had begun. I sighed loudly catching my breath and then I swung around to close the door and lock it firmly. My cock was in full erection, but I was shaking in anticipation, not knowing what would happen. I sat down on the toilet and waited. I didn’t dare take out my dick, afraid that the slighted stimulation would have me shooting my load immediately. I forced myself to take long deep breaths until – little by little – I managed to calm myself and my breathing returned to normal. I waited patiently wondering what – if anything – would happen.
A few minutes passed and I was wondering if I should unlock the cubicle and leave, when I finally heard his footsteps entering slowly into the restroom and moving closer towards me. My eyes were instinctively drawn to the message above the hole in the partition wall beside me.
“Good cock” I whispered to myself, as my heart started beating frantically once again.
The footsteps edged closer until I sensed that the man was standing directly in front of the cubicle I was occupying. I was frozen again, not daring to move until I involuntarily coughed clearing my throat loudly. With that I heard the man shift towards the cubicle next to me. As he stepped inside, the small glimmer of light that was coming through the gloryhole was obscured and I heard him close the door and bolt it. By now I thought my head might explode. I could no longer concentrate and the sound of my own heart pounding filled my ears. I sat patiently waiting until I sensed him moving towards the hole. I sighed heavily and my eyes opened wide in disbelief as I saw the tip of his cock appear through the glory hole.
Although I have watched plenty of porn, and seen my fair share of impressive endowments being in the swim team, the cock – already engorged – coming inch by inch through the hole in the wall was of another order. In the seconds it took for him to push his body up against the wall and to expose himself fully and anonymously to me, his dick had already grown to its full potential. And it was truly eye-watering. My own cock was on the larger size, but this was a safe 9 to 10 inches, with the girth to match. It was a beautiful cream colour, leading up to a perfectly light pink throbbing cockhead that complemented the thickness of the shaft excellently.
Trying to steady my arm from trembling I reached forward and wrapped my hand around it. Or at least I tried. Fully enclosed, my fingers could not touch around this heavy pole. For the first few moments, I could do nothing but stare and drink in this beautiful looking specimen.
This could be in the art books! I thought to myself. Who’d have thought that odd-looking man in his anorak was hiding such a magnificent tool.
Without thinking – as if it was innate to my behaviour – I found myself leaning forward, mouth open wide, taking the head of this large phallus onto my lips. All I knew of sucking dick was what I had seen online, but my desire was strong enough that I didn’t feel the slightest hesitation once I felt the softness of the glans rubbing against my tongue. I wrapped my lips around it and massaged his cockhead with my tongue as I allowed my head to slide up and down on this long rod. It wasn’t long before I realised that I couldn’t only get about half of this mammoth meat into my mouth. For one the wall caused a major issue and the angle I was sitting in didn’t make it any easier, but otherwise the sheer girth was too wide for me to open my mouth to accommodate it.
After a few minutes of this, I found it was easier and more enjoyable for us both if I focussed my mouth on pleasuring his throbbing mushroom head and used my hand to jerk off the heavy shaft. So I continued for the next 10 minutes or so, completely oblivious to anything that was going on around me. It was only when I heard a loud grunt and deep moan that I realised he was coming close to orgasm, and right then I felt the squirt hit the back of my throat and I tasted a mouthful of jizz on my tongue. It took me by surprise and I immediately pulled myself off his cock as it continued to spasm in front of me and two more jets of thick sperm were shot towards me landing on the front of my shorts. I coughed as I felt the sticky sweet juice in the back of my throat and began to feel that nervous anxiety come over me again. Before he had even pulled his dick out of the glory hole I lurched forward, unbolted the cubicle door and leapt out, heading for the door. I scaled the mound and within seconds was out on the main road, walking casually as if nothing had happened. As I jogged along I could feel the slobber around my mouth and running down my chin, I rubbed my face clean on my sleeve before I arrived home. I hadn’t even looked back.