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The GreenMount Chronicles, Chapter 13 "Mall"

Scott liked the mall on the fringe of town, because it was slowly closing down. It wasn't a quick death, when suddenly everyone skips town and the place is condemned in a month. This had been happening for almost two years. What had once been a bustling mall full of shops and people, was now almost a ghost town. The shoe store and the record stores were the only two at the front end, and a few miscellaneous dollar shops and a pharmacy were down the end of the main hall. The food court was almost empty, save a Chicken Fry and a fish place. At most he would pass four or five people if he walked the whole mall. On weekends it might be a little more crowded.

But he liked the quiet of the place, the soft music coming from the speakers, the silence. It made him feel powerful somehow, like he was an explorer who had found a secret place that no one knew about.

And the restrooms, they were another thing altogether.

They were cleaned regularly by the custodian, but the walls were covered with words and pictures. He took a kind of dark pleasure in reading these. He walked in and passed the stall. He only had to piss, and there were urinals, but he wandered into one of the three stalls.

They were originally pained blue. But over the past six months or so, they had been covered with black marker writing.

Charming things...

need my cock sucked cum here tomorrow at noon

got nine inch dick wanna cum in your mouth Wednesdays at night

wanna suck uncut sixteen year old fuckin sweet hot ass now

Scott looked at these, as well as some interesting illustrations. Not all of them had been written in marker. Some had been scratched into the stall. The place was so run down the management probably didn't care enough to repaint it; after all, it kept people coming to their mall, obviously. There was a hole in the stall, which Scott figured is probably why they didn't repaint it. It looked like they'd ripped out the toilet paper dispenser. But the hole was pretty large, about big enough for three fingers or so.

He stood there, letting a long yellow stream run out into the toilet bowl.

He heard the door open, and he saw a pair of shoes walk into the stall next to his. They were small sneakers. But instead of turning around to piss, they just stood there.

Scott was pretty much done, and he shook the last few drops from his shaft. He stood there for a moment, realizing the hole in the stall was about level with his dick.

He saw a finger slide through the hole, and curl, motioning him over.

"What do you want?" Scott asked, keeping his voice low.

A voice responded, almost as deep, but it sounded young, like him. "Put your dick in and I'll suck on it."

"Are you fuckin' serious?"

"What do you think the hole is for? You want to get some head or not?" Whoever it was started to sound nervous, like he might change his mind soon.

Scott just stood there for a few seconds, processing this. The last time he'd gotten a blowjob had been from Calvin. He remembered it so clearly, and it had been so good. And here it was again, and opportunity to feel it again, but of course, in rather different circumstance. Experimenting with a guy from school in the back of a van was one thing. Putting your dick out for a stranger was something else.

"How old are you," he asked.

"Eighteen. You?"

"Eighteen."

"Are you big?"

That decided him. This guy was his own age, and he didn't sound gross or anything. If he wanted big, Scott would show him big. He grinned. "Take a look."

He walked to the wall and slid his cock through the hole.

"Oh my god," came the voice from the other side.

Scott's grin widened with satisfaction. He pressed his hands against the stall and pushed it all the way through, so his abdomen was tight against the metal. He was getting hard quickly now, turned on by the idea that, not only was his erection growing in front of a guy he'd never seen before, but that the guy was in awe over it's size.

"You like that," he whispered.

"It's fucking hot," the guy told him. "It's unbelievable."

And then Scott felt a hand grip the base, and he moaned. It always felt good when someone first grabbed his hard cock. It was like it suddenly realized it was going to get some action. The guy's other hand was touching it all over, caressing the tip, a finger sliding into the furry foreskin, pulling it back from the head.

And then he felt a wet, slick tongue running along it, then licking. It wasn't just sticking to the head, either, it was licking from the base all the way up. Then kissing, he felt kissing all over.

"I love your cock," the unseen guy whispered, sounding breathless.

Scott was glad no one could see him. He had his forehead pressed to the wall, and forearm on it as well. His other hand was on his bare butt. His mouth was hanging open, his tongue lolling out. He had never been so aroused in his life. The guy on the other side wasn't just going to suck his cock, he was _worshipping_ it. And this ignited something in Scott he'd never felt before. Sure he was arrogant, he knew he looked good. But he was only arrogant because he felt he had to be in order to convince people of his merit. This guy hadn't even seen him, and he was already smitten, paying homage to the most vital, defining part of his masculinity. Surely this had to be what he'd always wanted, he realized. This was it, this was the epitome of eroticism and fulfillment. This was perfect.

When he felt the mouth swallow up his cock head, his hips jolted forward and a hot burst of precum shot up through his shaft and out the tip. He couldn't push forward, he couldn't do anything to the little guy but let his cock be visible. Scott realized he was shooting his precum into the guy's mouth.

There was a moan from the other side of the wall. "Mmmm... yes... give me more..."

And then the sucking started. His manhood was enveloped in a hot, wet mouth, all at once, it slipped on him, tight. Scott moaned, and he bit his lip so hard he thought it would bleed. This felt too good, surely this could not continue... but it did. The mouth rode his cock, up and down, swallowing and releasing. And then it slowed down, and he felt the guy try to take it all. Lips in a ring moved down his pole, further, further, and his cock entered the tight depth of a throat. The guy must have swallowed, because the whole thing pulled on him, tugged on the tender skin. Again, and again. Then he felt him gag, and the mouth retreated.

"Too big for ya?" Scott murmured.

The panting voice moaned affirmatively. And following this, Scott felt a hand wrap around the base of his cock, and the mouth swallow up the first few inches, the combination sliding up and down smoothly, encasing him in wet heat time and again.

Before Scott even realized it, he was cumming, moaning aloud in his climax as he tried desperately to stifle it. The pleasure of it exploded in him like a fountain, even as he felt his cock shooting out jets of his hot juice into the muzzle which was eagerly sucking on it, swallowing it down. He did not know who it was, nor did he care, all he knew was that someone was worshipping his cock and telling him it was the biggest, most beautiful one he'd ever seen.

It was all so intense he felt like he would lose consciousness. Feeling lightheaded and dazed, he held onto the top of the stall while he pushed himself hard against the wall, trying to shove his shaft even further in.

He thrusted once, and again, doing little more than clenching his buttocks and making some noise. He felt the jets of cum after another, slowly tapering off, until he was spent, exhausted. He held onto the metal wall, leaning limply against it while the tongue groomed his shaft, cleaning it off.

He listened to the guy pant. "I wish I were this big," he breathed. "It's so thick and long. What do you look like?"

Scott sighed shakily. He rubbed his face with one hand. This was more than sex for him. "Big and hot, like my dick."

"Can I come to your side? Please?"

Scott pulled his dick back, out of the hole, in response.

He watched the guy get off his knees and when the door of his stall opened, he recognized the guy who stood there.

"I know you," he said. "You're... Lance. Right?"

Lance was a cat, fairly short, and very slim. He was also very cute. "That's me," he said. He wore a shirt that was cut off above the navel, and jean shorts, which were too tight for him.

'Fagwear,' Scott thought with some humor.

"I saw you a few times," Scott said. He remembered Lance as the only guy he'd ever known who was openly gay.

"You're Scott, right? The football player."

Scott nodded. "Best in the fuckin' school."

"Well you sure made a complete pass just now."

Scott snickered.

Lance shook his head. "I can't fucking believe this... this is like something ripped right off the nifty archive."

"The what?"

"Nevermind." "Hey... you wanna take a ride? I've got a big van. And uhh... blankets."

Lance leaned closer and looked up at him with desire. "Could I play with your cock some more?"

Before he could answer, they heard the door swing open, and footsteps come in. They couldn't very well be caught there like that.

Scott pulled his jeans up in a hurry, and they rushed out of there, on the way to Scott's car.