Sitting in the stall, I just needed a breather. My wife has had me out all day shopping and I just wanted a minute to sit down and have a break from the crowds, from the chatter and drone of feet shuffling and so many conversations on top of each other. I took the handicap stall. I never do because Im always worried someone would need it when I was in there, but today I just wanted the space.
Scrolling my phone and texting my wife I’ll be a bit, my stomach is bothering me after lunch. Don’t wait, I’ll catch up.
My wife, she talked me into this outing. I was even having fun. The first few stops went by great and we even stopped into Victoria’s Secret. I pointed out all of the different things I wanted to see her in. They each had their emphasis. Some held her tits nice and high, she had amazing tits. They were big, D’s, and I loved when she got them into a push-up bra. She looked like a pin up from the 50s.
Another was a lace bodysuit with a thong that was swallowed by her ass. It didn’t expose as much skin but I would worship her in it. My daydreaming was cut sharply by a knock on the stall. I instantly began to sweat.
Fuck! Shit! I knew I shouldn’t have picked the handicap stall.

“Uh, sorry. Sorry. Just, I’ll be done in a second. Just, just a minute.”

The door rattled, as if he, whoever, were trying to open it.

“Almost done,” I say as I stand.

The door shakes a bit more.

“Hey. I’m coming out,” before I lose my temper I think it might be someone deaf. Not that a handicap stall helps them but, who knows.
I get ready to reach for the door when it shakes again. I open, ready to apologize when a man steps into the stall towards me, causing me to back up.

“Sit,” he says gruffly.

I don’t know why but I obey. He’s tall and broad shouldered. His hair cut short and straight, looking like he just came from boot camp.
I stare at him, no words coming into my mind. The only thing I can do is stare at him in meek compliance as he looks from side to side over the stall. His head pokes above it and if he stood up straight his eyeline could see over the walls too.

It has been a minute and before I can muster up a word, or the courage to stand up and leave, the man pushes his pants over his hips and out flips his gigantic penis. The length hangs down past mid thigh and the girth is meaty and full. All I can do is stare at it, as if I were hypnotized.

“Suck it,” he says in his gruff, monotone voice. The words echo through the porcelain walls of the public bathroom. I wonder if anyone else is in here.

Then, I don’t know why, I reach out and grab it. It’s so goddamn heavy. It’s hard in my hand. It’s firm. I run my hand along its base and stare at it. Suck it? Why am I considering this? Am I gay?

No. Of course not. I just had a hard on thinking of my voluptuous wife in lingerie. Why would I be gay?
But then why am I holding this strangers dick in my hand?

“Put it in your mouth,” he says down to me.

I look up at him, cradling his gigantic member in my palm.

“Go on,” he says as his eyes meet mine.

And so I oblige him, duck my head down a few inches and lean forward. My lips part and I take his thick cock into my tongue, and let it continue sliding past my lips until I can’t force it in any further. I feel a thrill run through me, like it’s something I’ve wanted to do for such a long time but never realized it. A hungry whimper escapes my lips, betraying any semblance of heterosexuality left in me.

He steps back and I move forward, following the cock so it doesn’t slip from my lips. He pulls back faster and it flops out and bounces, semi erect.

”Stick out your tongue,” he tells me.
This time I do it immediately as he asks and sit on the edge of the toilet seat in a public bathroom with my tongue extended for a strange man I’ve never met waiting for him to put his dick back in my mouth.

But he doesn’t, at least not right away.

He steps closer to me and as I reach for his cock he tells me to, “be still.”
The man then takes his own cock in his hand and lays the heavy piece of meat on my face. His shaft stretches to my forehead, while his balls are pressed into my chin. They’re full and look like softballs. They hang low and dangle against my neck, coarse pubic hair brushing against my face.

”Do you like this?” He asks down at me in his authoritative voice.

I merely nod.

”Tell me,” he replies.

”I like it, a lot,” my voice trembles, then I practically jump out of my skin as the bathroom door bursts open. A couple of men come in talking to each other. Instinctively I reach for the door and push past the man in the stall with me. If I’m quick enough I can bolt out of there without being seen, but the man grabs my shoulder and pushes me back down. He prys his thumb into my mouth and pulls at my cheek to part my lips, then shoved his cock back in my mouth as the two other men continue their conversation while standing at the urinals.

My stall partner holds his hand on my shoulder and presses down on me so I don’t think about leaving. I stares directly into my eyes until I can’t look at him anymore and turn my gaze at his waist, his cock soaking with my saliva.
The men leave after a few moments, but when they open the door I hear my wife’s voice talking on her phone.

”I don’t know where you went, but can you call me when you’re done? I’m ready to go, shopping alone isn’t fun.”

As soon as she’s done talking the door closes and I feel the phone in my pocket buzz.
Voicemail.

I look up at the man, sliding his cock from my lips.

”That’s my wife. I uh, should go.”

He looks down at me and nods. He pulls his cock back from my lips, but I reach out and stroke it as he puts it back in his pants. I look up at him with a needy stare.

”Monday. Noon. Wait outside. When I go in you follow. Clear your schedule. You’re going to swallow next time.”

He shoved his shirt tight in his waistline and turned for the door, slipping right out of the stall and bathroom. I sit there stunned, unable to think outside of the taste of him on my lips and my erection.
My phone buzzes again.

”Shit. Right,” I hurry out of the bathroom and go find my wife and kiss her on the lips.

”Let’s go get dinner then maybe more shopping?”

I try to make it up to her. I try to go back to normal.
We have a good night. We even have some great sex. I blow my load fairly quickly when she gives me a blowjob and then make it up to her by giving her oral until she erupts into an orgasm.

As were mating there I lean over and kiss her on shoulder and pull her close. I let a few seconds go by and then casually say, “I’ve got a lunch meeting on Monday. Not sure how long it’ll take. I just wanted to let you know now in case you call me and I don’t answer.”