In the Mall Edited by Lance Vargas (Mbbb, pedo, mast) Editor's note: 11 year old single malt Scotch again works wonders loosening lips and evoking erotic memories from even those one would never suspect such a story. A branch bank vice-president shared this brief episode that happened to him recently. It might take another bottle to discover the rest. -- I have no idea why I said I would go to the mall with her. I had every intention of sitting home watching LSU play and drinking beer, but here I was sitting on a bench in the mall waiting for my wife as she went dress shopping. At least I had the good sense to not go in the store and look like a complete fool while she zipped in and out of the dressing rooms an endless number of times. I chose instead to wait outside in the grand hallway where I could people watch. And I was not disappointed. Every manner of denizen was on display, but fortunately there were enough attractive young women to keep thing interesting. But as my wife constantly chastised "they are your daughters' ages." And of course, she was right. At 55, I still enjoyed watching the beautiful shape of a young girl moving effortlessly across my field of vision sending a visceral thrill to my loins. I knew I was either going to have to take matters in my own hands this evening or beg for an all too brief roll in the sack from my hopefully sympathetic wife. I was not confident about my chances with the latter but was batting a thousand in the self-service department. Even though the mall was noisy the sounds of children cackling drew my attention to my right. I looked down a narrow hallway and saw three or four young black boys teasing one another and laughing at the top of their lungs. They disappeared behind a door in the hallway and my curiosity was piqued. Where did they go? What was behind the door? Quickly the door was opened again, and one of the boys ran out laughing and yelling at the others. Then I saw the sign on the door: "MEN," and was surprised to realize there was a bathroom on this end of the mall. Most of the restrooms were near the main entrance. I reasoned this was an out of the way comfort station for mall employees, and apparently the boys knew it. At my age it is never a good idea to pass up a bathroom opportunity, and I reasoned now is as good a time as any. I knew full well I'd have to tolerate their childish antics, but maybe my appearance would be a calming presence and hopefully make them leave. I walked down the hall entering the bathroom and proceeded to the urinals where two of the boys were joking and laughing. Ignoring them I unzipped my fly and released the Kraken, allowing him to flow unhindered. And I sighed. My reverie was shockingly interrupted by one of the boys exclaiming "Goddam look at that big dick on the white guy! Man, you got a big dick!" My embarrassment was short-lived as I basked in a moment of notoriety I had not felt in decades. In my younger days I strode about with such self confidence knowing that I could best any male in the classroom including the teachers in a manhood competition. Sadly, I found out shortly thereafter that being endowed with such extreme proportions had less attraction on the ladies than men. I could even document the times when my size had the opposite effect and truly hindered my love life, including times in my own marriage. But all relations in my life had been not only with the opposite sex but within my same race and adults at that. So why that sudden outburst from this young African American male would cause my manhood to become tumescent puzzled me somewhat. But there we were with my penis suddenly becoming hard and the black boy, whose name I discovered later was Cy, yelling at his two friends to come and see. That old feeling came back and I was not in the least bit embarrassed about being ogled by children, but I was rather enjoying the attention, never mind that the entire episode was highly illegal, and, if discovered, I was facing major jail time. The other two boys quickly came and looked and began to laugh uncontrollably. They were doubling over, white teeth flashing and slapping each other. By this time I was sporting a full erection that I waved about as if it were a novelty to share. The boys laughed even harder, and I began to chuckle with them. When one of them ran out of the bathroom I got worried that he was going to report to authorities about the elderly white "guy" showing his junk to young boys. But the others quietened their laughter and began to exclaim again about its size. Cy offered, "My big brother has the biggest dick I ever saw until now. Man, you's is got him beat like crazy. That's a big motherfucker, I mean like gigantic!" His partner, Will, replied "I didn't know white people's dicks got so big either. It's like three times the size of mine!" And he grabbed his crotch as if to show me. "Does it get bigger?" Cy asked while squeezing his own crotch I honestly could not answer that. "Are you gonna shoot it?" Will asked. "Yeah, just about," I answered. And I was honest about that. Because I was so close to cumming I almost blew it with them just looking. "Can I do it?" asked Cy. "Yeah, me too," Will said. "Let's go in here," I instructed pointing them to the handicapped stall. Even now I do not know why I was not worried about being discovered by someone who happened to come into the men's room, but that honestly never entered my mind. All three of us went into the stall where I unbuckled my belt and let my briefs and pants fall to my ankles. The boys gasped and giggled again when they saw my full length on display with balls proudly hanging below. "Shit, them look like goose eggs they so big!" Will exclaimed. Without a beg your pardon or excuse me Cy reach out and grabbed my erection firmly. "Goddam he's hard as a rock! Feel that, Pussy," he instructed to his friend. Another hand wrapped around my dick and I cannot adequately describe the feeling at that moment as I've never had an experience anywhere close to it. They felt and squeezed and even cradled my balls as if weighing them. Watching the black hands on my penis sent a shudder through me. "Oh shit, boys, be careful because I'm about to blow," I cautioned. Fear struck when I heard the bathroom door open quickly, and I put a finger to my lips in an effort to keep the two quiet. The feeling of an impending orgasm subsided quickly. "Where y'all at?" came a young voice outside the stall. "In here, Asshole," and Will unlocked and shoved the door open allowing the third musketeer entrance. "Oh holy shit! It got bigger! Holy shit, look at the size of his dick, man! Shit, let me touch it too." The third pair of hands quickly brought me back to the edge of orgasm, and I yelled at them to watch out, but all I could manage to do was to put my hand on top of theirs and squeeze. I pulled back hard as they held onto my dick. The first thick white rope hit the back wall, and the boys hooped and hollered. I could feel Will trying to pump it back and forth so I released their hands and let him control it. I kept cumming and another two shots hit the wall and final spurts landed in the toilet. I finally had to tell them to stop because I was getting too sensitive. And they reluctantly obliged. Even after what just transpired I was still shocked to see Cy unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants to release his erection and begin to masturbate in front of me. Will quickly followed suit. I was watching a couple of black boys jacking their dicks in front of me each watching my erection subside. I was quite impressed with the size of their cocks, but before I made a gross generalization I saw Asshole (I never got his name) drop his pants and expose what can only be called a pencil dick. It was pretty long but definitely not as thick as his cohorts. Feeling as if I owed them something I reached for Will's dick and began to stroke him myself. He lasted no time at all and immediately began moaning as he orgasmed in my hand. Cy duckwalked toward me with his shorts around his ankles, and I leaned over to reach for him. Immediately I felt Asshole at my back grab my waist, and he began to rub his pencil dick between my butt cheeks. I chuckled to myself thinking he cannot be serious if he thinks he's sticking it back there. As I took Cy in hand and began to fondle his member, Asshole began to hump me, and I could feel his pencil dick poke my backside. I smiled inwardly at his attempts, but they must have felt good to him because he was moaning with each contact made. Cy had his eyes closed as I began to stroke more vigorously, and his impressive manhood was beginning to leak pre cum. I assumed as much from Asshole as I could feel it becoming very slick back there. I jumped when I felt Asshole's dick poke my rectum the first time, and it felt like an electric shock running through me. No one but my proctologist has ever dared to chart those waters and the suddenness of this onslaught took me by surprise. I felt it again, but this time didn't shock me as much, but it still felt weird to have that quick poke pushing inward but barely entering. As long as that's as far as he went I was going to allow it. Finally, Cy began to shake and grabbed my shoulder for support as he stood on his tip toes. He finally let out a mighty growl and exploded all over the stall's wall. I pulled his foreskin back as hard as I could, and his growling became scarier as he seemed to try to pump his life out through his penis. My complete attention was spent on draining Cy, but I could still hear Asshole grunting behind me and could tell he was close. Will made a comment that Asshole liked to do that to boys, so I let him continue until he finished and I was hoping he would finish soon. What I didn't expect was that the slickness lubricated my own asshole, and before I could turn around to offer him the same treatment I gave to the other two I felt his slim head fully penetrate by rectum and I was shocked senseless and froze in place slightly bent forward not knowing what to do. That extra friction was all Asshole needed and I felt his glans expand as he began shooting his load up my ass. He began to push farther and farther in, and I began to freak out thinking about this boy penetrating me but at the same time the delirious feelings emanating from my backside prevented me from doing anything about it. He got about two or three inches in my butt as he emptied himself inside of me. As quickly as it happened he withdrew and collapsed against the wall. I turned around and asked him if he was ok, and he just nodded his head at me. Then he asked, "Do you want to put it in my butt?" pointing at my now regained erection. "Uh, no, that's ok," was all I could mutter as I felt his cum dripping from my bum. I reached and grabbed a wad of toilet paper to wipe myself. As I stood and arched back to wipe I almost jumped out of my skin to feel a mouth surround my manhood and I stood there paralyzed once more. Asshole had taken a seat on the toilet and helped himself to my erect penis sucking on the end and stroking me with both hands. Before I could warn him I unloaded in his mouth, and the little cocksucker swallowed every drop. Will laughed and said "He's gay, man. That asshole is a queer. We shoulda warned you." My mind was reeling from what just transpired in just over 10 minutes. The place reeked of sex, and suddenly I became concerned about being discovered. "We need to get out of here," I whispered to them as I pulled myself together and zipped my pants. Cy said, "Ain't nobody come back here. You gonna be back?" "Maybe," I responded as I exited the stall and washed my hands. I could hear them laughing in the stall as i left the restroom. I didn't even look back and walked briskly down the hallway where I saw my wife typing into her phone. "I was just texting you," she said. "Had to go to the bathroom," I replied simply. "You ready?" she asked. "Been ready," I answered, and we left. The next Saturday my wife was surprised that I was so willing to accompany her to the mall. But she was just as surprised when I chose to wait outside again. The sound reached my ears before I realized it, and the cackling laughs coming from the nearby hallway made my heart race. I glanced to my right and heard young voices from down the hallway "Hey, it's him!" --- Read the rest of Vargas stories at http://www.asstr.org/~Lance_Vargas/