Date: Thu, 10 Apr 2008 20:44:54 -0500 From: Richard Skinner <dick.skinner0@gmail.com> Subject: Favorite Superstore-2 (Gay/Encounters) If you are not of legal age in your area, do not read this story. I assume no responsibility for your actions. This type of activity is not condoned by society and is risky. This story will not cause you do anything. There is something called free will. Copyright 2008 dick.skinner0@gmail.com I had to work a couple of hours late last night. After going home and doing the usual after work chores, it was decided that I would make a trip under the golden arches and retrieve the evening meal. Of course, this trip causes me to pass by my favorite superstore. OK, I just had to stop even though it was nearly 6:30 P.M. I entered the store and was pleased to see the normal greeter was not inside the inner doors. I fear one of these days she will ask why I always seem to enter the restroom off the vestibule. I entered the men's restroom. No one at the any of the sinks, no one at either of the urinals. Two brown casual shoes placed well apart in the first stall. Green casual trousers, aged but neat and clean, on the floor partially covering the shoes. Tan casual socks covering the ankles and lower legs. No underwear in sight. The handicapped stall was available. My lucky night? As I stood in front of the first stall door and reached for the handle of the other stall door I looked through the space between the door and vertical support of the first stall. Knees wide apart and a hand covering the crotch. Body placed well back on the toilet seat. My cock was starting to swell as I entered the stall, hurriedly pushed my jeans to the floor and sat down well back on the toilet seat. I began stroking my cock as I watched his right foot and belt for signs of movement or any changes in the shadows. Nothing. I checked what I could see of his reflection on the stall door. White knees still well apart but could see no hand movement. I leaned back and began stroking my cock in earnest. It grew to full mast in a very short time. I stretched my legs forward and rested both feet on the heels with toes pointed up. I made sure that my jacking movements transferred to my feet and were easily noticeable. Ah ha, a slight movement of his right foot toward the partition. I pulled my feet back and raised the toe of my left shoe, held it up for a moment an then let it back down gently while pivoting on the heel. No response from him. Fortunately, I had my pocket mirror in my shirt pocket. I had placed it there when I had stopped earlier on the way home. There was no activity at that time. I held it out to my right and slowly lowered it with a view behind my legs. This affords me the opportunity to be surreptitious without risking too much of being detected. I lowered it all the way to the floor while looking toward the front of the other toilet stool. I saw thighs spread wide and a stationary right hand between them. All well lighted indicative of a fairly erect posture. I then noticed his white Jockey shorts just high enough to not be noticed by anyone entering the restroom. The entry door opened. I pulled the mirror up rapidly. I waited and heard the footsteps go to a urinal and a zipper being pulled down. While the new arrival pissed loudly I again lowered the mirror. No position change of the person in the other stall. I again raised the mirror and slowly stroked my cock. Finally I could hear the guy at the urinal shaking his cock, zipper being pulled up and urinal flushing. He exited without washing his hands. I used the mirror to scan the rest of the room to make sure he did leave. I then focused on the guy in the other stall. No change is his position except for the disappearance of the right hand. "What is this guy up to?", I thought. I put the mirror in my pocket and leaned forward to watch his feet and lower legs directly. No movement. I checked the reflection. No movement. "What the hell is going on", I thought. I retrieved the mirror and put the corner of it above the divider and near the wall. As I adjusted it I was cautious to not let light be reflected on the front of the stall causing my activity to be detected. As I rotated the mirror downward I saw that he was intently watching my shadow on the floor. I saw he had light red hair and was balding on the back of his head. Since he was watching the floor, I inched the mirror forward hoping to see his crotch area. Unfortunately he was leaning forward slightly and to the right. This kept me from seeing what I was looking for. The entry door opened again. I lowered the mirror quickly and quietly sat down. The sound of footsteps moving to about halfway into the room and stopping. Then, the sound of feet shuffling toward the first stall and stopping in front of it. very shortly thereafter I detected a shadow moving toward my stall door and stopping. I raised my eyes enough to see someone peering into the stall. Damn. I'm was sitting there with my semi-hard cock visible. "Too late now", I thought. Then I heard footsteps moving toward the door and the door open and close. All was quiet again. I once again lowered my trusty mirror and scanned the room. Two feet near the entry door facing toward the door. I thought, "It's nice to know the tricks of restroom encounters". I had used this ploy myself many times when I thought perhaps I had interrupted some sexual activity. If the activity resumed after they thought I had left I would watch to see what was going on and then quietly move closer. Many times, when my presence was detected, they would involve me also. Threesomes are good too. This restroom is not conducive to open activity. It was probably two or three minutes later that the third person did in fact leave the room. I bent forward to again observe the guy to my left. Still no indication that he was doing anything. I stood and again used the mirror to peer into his stall. He was still looking toward the floor but was sitting more erect. I could now see him moving his left hand between his still wide spread thighs. I lowered the mirror and sat down. I shifted to my left with only my right hip on the left half of the toilet seat and my left hip against the divider. I made no effort to hide my movement and was stroking my cock. I was hoping that he would reach under the stall and take over for me. No such luck. I stayed in that position for about forty-five seconds with no movement from him. I shifted back to a normal position on the toilet stool and bent forward with my head way down enabling my to see up to his crotch. He was stroking his erect cock with his left hand. It was a slender cock, probably five inches long. He was uncut but apparently did little jacking off in his younger days. His foreskin seemed to be adhered to his cock head. Just the tip of the slim head was exposed and he was not pulling the foreskin back off it. Too bad. It was not one of my favorite looking cocks but, it was hard and perhaps available. I reached my right hand under the divider. He shifted to his right, assuming a position much like I had just assumed. I moved my had to his cock and began to caress it. He removed his hand and allowed my full access. I caressed his smallish balls and cock. When I began to stroke his cock, he whispered, "Don't pull back hard". Just as I suspected. I continued to caress and manipulate his cock and balls for about another three minutes. The entry door again opened. My, now, partner quietly returned to the toilet seat and I pulled back to my side of the stall divider. The newcomer was there for to piss and hand wash and then exited the room. We resumed our respective previous positions. He now had precum seeping from his cock. I wiped it over what was exposed of his cock head and gently jacked him right at the base of the head. It wasn't long until I felt his shaft become very hard. He whispered, "I'm gonna cum". I continued bumping the base of his cock head and when I felt the spasms begin, I covered the head with the palm of my hand. He didn't shoot but rather oozed cum into my hand as I continued massaging the top end of his shaft with my thumb and first two finger tips. When he finished ejaculating, he moved back onto the toilet seat. I retreated back to a normal position and began applying his come to the shaft of my cock and stroking it. As he made preparations to leave his stall, I stood and began jacking my cock hard and fast. I was making that familiar, "thwap thwap thwap" sound so characteristic of a wet uncut cock being jacked furiously. My partner exited his stall and came over and peered through the crack between the door and vertical support of my stall. With knees bent and pelvis thrust forward, I continued stroking for all I was worth. I needed this. Him watching just added more fuel to the flame. He whispered, "Make that big fucker shoot". The "thwap thwap thwap" sound intensified and speed increased. "Aw, fuck", he said. "Do it". I shoved the head of my cock right up to the crack near the door and kept on pounding it. The noise could probably be heard in the vestibule. I didn't care. "thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap" "Jesus Christ", he said. Just then I shot my load between the door and the support. It came out in four or five good shots. My voyeur stepped aside just in time and continued to watch. "Holy fuck that was great", he said. "Thanks". He then turned and left the room. I sat back down to catch my breath and reflect on what had just transpired as I continued to massage my deflating cock. Within thirty seconds of my partner's departure, the entry door opened. The new person walked across the room and entered the first stall. He sat down and lowered his long sport type shorts to the floor as sat down. I could see the waistband near his ankles. No underwear visible. I leaned forward and saw two athletic shoes placed well apart. I saw the shins of a black man. I noticed a rhythmic movement in the shadow. No mirror needed now. I thought to myself, "I can't do this again". I reached my right hand under the stall divider, palm up. "Is that cum on your hand?" he said. "Yep" I said. He shifted to his right and placed a very nice size uncut cock in my hand. I know I'm going to hell....