Play

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, this is really happening? This is the kind of thing that only ever happens in porn. This is the kind of thing that I always wished would happen when I was a guy.

The flaccid dick hung from the hole and my mouth watered as I stared at it.

One a day, those are the rules. One a day. Here's my chance. Just do it and get today over with.

I felt myself sweating as I got off the toilet, snapping to wipe myself as if by instinct, and I pulled my pants up. I puckered my lips, felt my heart race, and I pressed my left hand against the edge of the stall as I knelt before the soft dick.

I heard a man clear his throat beyond it as if contemplating whether he was wasting his effort or not.

Sitting on my knees, I inched my mouth towards it, dropped beneath his shaft, and licked beneath.

The dick immediately sprang up straight, engorging itself.

_Ok, I'm doing this. Day 1 is completed. _I thought to myself as I kissed the erect tip. Staring at the head of the dick, I now understood why women would close their eyes when sucking dick. I tasted the salt from his sweat, smelled the unpleasant aroma, and stared at the head.

I felt warmth in my crotch. My heart raced but my hands slid up my arms to my shoulders, raising my hair where I looped it into a ponytail. When did I learn to do that so smoothly?

I began by planting my palms flat on the wooden stall, closing my eyes, and touching the tip to my lips where I slowly pushed it inside my mouth. My tongue caressed beneath his head as my jaw stretched more than my fingers had stretched my mouth when I sucked off the whip cream earlier. My jaw stretched so much that it was uncomfortable, but I slid past his head to his shaft.

Breathing through my nose, I felt his tip in my mouth. I swirled my tongue, licking his underside softly. I heard him moan and it made my hips twitch as they got warm and wet.

I pushed his shaft deeper, feeling it at yhe back of my throat, when-

*Cough*

Sharp pain shot from my throat. I pushed against the wooden stall as I yanked his dick out my mouth. *Cough* I opened my eyes, feeling them watery after accidentally gagging myself, and my throat was sore. That actually hurt!

*Cough* I inhaled a heavy breath, repositioned myself on my knees, and planted my palms back on the wooden stall before putting it right back in my mouth.

I slid his shaft into my mouth, feeling it in my throat, putting pressure under him with my tongue, and I stopped just before where I had gagged earier, sliding back to the tip where my tongue swirled around his head.

I heard him moan.

I repeated, knowing how deep I could go before hurting myself, and the second time was easier, but the 10th was when my pace quickened. I heard him moan again from the quickened pumping motion of my mouth.

I exhaled when I brought it near the tip, swirled my tongue at his head, then bobbed it right back to my limit. I then put my right hand on the shaft, in front of my lips, and the wetness of my saliva lubricated his shaft, easily sliding my hand along it as my mouth pumped in a steady motion. Years of masturbation as a man kicked in as my hand grip was perfect: not too firm to hurt but not to soft to be useless.

His moans confirmed my approach. I quickened my pace on his leathery shaft, feeling myself getting sweaty and my crotch getting hotter. My hips twitched, I moaned softly, and I maintained my pace sucking and pumping his shaft till I felt myself starting to run out if breath.

I relaxed my pace from sliding my mouth on his shaft, held the tip in my mouth, and caressed his head with my soft tongue rolling around it. My left hand grabbed his saliva soaked shaft, latching just infront my right, and I worked the tip with my tongue while pumping the shaft as fast as I could like a piston.

I heard him moan loudly, release a breath, and he knocked on the stall wall. Moaning myself, I quickened my pace with my hands, then felt his dick twitch...

One....two....three...four....five....six....secen....eight....nine....ten....eleven

...twelve....and thirteen spurts shot right on ny tongue inside my mouth. It was like warm salty jello and I swallowed it as fast as I could, slowly slid my lips to my limit on his depleting shaft, and kissed the tip before standing up.

He whipped his dick away and I heard him zip up. Some cash slid under the stall. My heart skipped a beat, but I picked it up quickly. 80. 80 bucks for sucking a stranger dick!

I removed my ponytail, letting my hair fall. I listened to the creek of the door before I exited the stall, grabbed an orange crush soda on the way out to wash away the taste of melty hot cum cream, and I rushed to my car before driving to the grocery store. I left in such a hurry I didn't even try to speculate who I had sucked, I just left, sipping my soda on the way to the story.