I was window shopping at the Northside Mall yesterday and admiring the scenery immensely. The hot weather meant that a lot of guys and gals were not wearing much, not much at all. I spotted several camel toes in tight shorts and some interesting bulges in tight jeans.

Feeling a cramping pressure in my bowels, I knew I had to make a pit stop. There are several washrooms in the mall but by far the closest cleanest one is across the street at the hotel. So I quickly headed there. If I had waited too long, I’d have had to trot!

There are about six or seven stalls along one wall in this washroom. I picked one about midway, rushed in and closed the door. Dropping my pants and underwear, my bum had hardly hit the toilet, when plop, my bowels moved. What a relief. I had just finished cleaning my butt and was just starting to pull up my pants and underwear when I heard the door open. I stopped and stayed on the toilet for a moment.

The guy picked the stall beside me on my right. Hmmmm, I thought. This might get interesting! Under the partition I could see his pants drop on top of his shoes as he settled down. Then his left shoe rose and fell. Then he repeated it. I lifted my right foot and lowered it.

I heard a smooching kissing sound. I took this to mean he wanted oral sex. I waggled my foot to indicate no! I reached my right hand down below the partition and wriggled my fingers. If he didn’t want a hand job, so be it, I’d take off. No harm, no foul.

His knees dropped onto the floor and moved below the partition into my stall. His cock and balls were clean shaven. His soft uncut cock was about three inches long and average thickness.

I started by reaching under his cock and fondling his balls. I rolled them around in my hand and very gently squeezed them, individually and together. Then I went after his cock. I fisted it and moved my hand back and forth. His knob was wet and slippery and his foreskin moved over his glans freely. He was getting hard with my ministrations.

I grabbed a handful of toilet paper with my left hand. When he ejaculated, I wanted to catch it with the paper rather than get it all over my shoes, pants and floor.

Just then the door opened. My neighbour’s cock was pulled out of my hand and he immediately arose to settle back on the seat. I could hear the guy pissing mightily into a urinal. It sounded like a heavy stream, I wondered if he had a big horse cock! Peaking through the space between the door jam and the door, I could only see the back of him.