“You should come with me, get some fresh air, you haven’t been out of the house for days” my mum said. I was up showered and kind of dressed, what more did she want? But she was right of course, so after a bit more nagging I gave up and agreed to go shopping with her. My almost shoulder length dark wavy hair was still wet, I hadn’t dried it, just tied it back in a little ponytail. I had thrown on an old T shirt, that was a bit too small for me now TBH, and a comfy pair of sweat shorts to hang around the house in. I wasn’t gonna change just for the superstore, so I simply put on my little canvas trainers and followed my mum to the car.

It didn’t take long, following my mum around with a shopping trolley, for me to wish I hadn’t come. So after half an hour of trudging up and down the aisles and waiting while my mum chatted to people I didn’t know about her teenage son, as if I wasn’t even there. I was looking for excuses to go and do something else, anything would do. So I told her I needed the loo and sauntered off through the shop in no great hurry. Eventually I decided to actually go to the loo, even though I didn’t really need to, so headed back toward the store entrance where the escalators to the upper floor and the toilets were located.

As I walked the wrong way toward the entrance, dodging all the people coming into the store, my attention was grabbed by an old guy entering the shop. Partly because he was a bit taller than most of the people in front of me, and because he was so dirty. Clearly he had been working hard that morning, it was only lunchtime and his cargo shorts and T shirt looked dusty, dirty and sweaty already. But mostly I noticed him because he was hot, he looked a lot like Paul Holywood, right down to the white beard, though his hair was a bit thinner on top than the TV star’s.

What happened next, happened so quickly that I never thought any of it through at the time, not until after it had happened. As I got closer to the escalator I suddenly realized he was looking straight at me, I also realized I had been staring at him as I approached and he was looking at me with a very quizzical expression on his face. No doubt wondering why I was staring at him. I felt my face flush with heat as I blushed outrageously and dropped my eyes. But things got worse as we both arrived at the bottom of the escalator at the same time so I was forced to acknowledge him. He stopped and, smiling down at me, waived a hand to invite me onto the stairs ahead of him. I smiled my thanks meekly back at him and stood on the moving step. I could feel him close behind me so took a glance back over my shoulder to find him on the very next step, almost touching me.

At the top of the escalator I set off quickly toward the loo, feeling flustered and embarrassed. I walked quickly by the pharmacy, opticians and other concession stores, then lastly by the cafe and down the corridor to the loo. As I reached the toilet door I looked back and the stranger was stood by the cafe reading the price board. I pushed the toilet door open and the hinges made the most awful screeching noise. He heard it and turned his head toward the sound, looking straight at me, making eye contact as I stepped inside.

The second door opened soundlessly, on the wall to the left of the door was a row of sinks, on the wall opposite the door were three urinals and to my right, on the same wall as the door, were the doors to two toilet cubicles, both slightly ajar. I crossed the room and stood at the farthest of the three urinals. There was no one else in the room, I hooked my left thumb into the waistband of my loose shorts, pulling them down at the front and taking hold of my smooth hairless boyclit with the fingers of my other hand. Suddenly I heard the toilet door screech again as someone else entered, I looked down into the urinal trying to act naturally. Whoever it was moved over to the sinks and I heard a tap running and I glanced over my left shoulder right into the face of the man from the escalator, reflected in the mirror behind the sink. My body tensed and I turned my head back quickly, to stare down at the urinal, trying to watch him out the corner of my eye.

The stranger finished washing all the dirt off his hands and arms, then dried them with the paper towels. All the time I stood trembling with nerves, watching him out the corner of my eye. He finished drying his hands, threw the balled up paper into the bin, then walked over and stood at the urinal right next to me. My heart was racing as I tried to make out I was actually having a pee. The stranger pulled

down the zip on his shorts, pushed his large hand inside and a moment later he pulled all of his junk out through the fly. I peeked down at his big fat grey haired bollocks and big, thick, veiny, hooded cock. He took the whole lot in his right hand and began waving them up and down, almost instantly I felt my own smooth hairless dick become hard. I looked down at it in horror, trying to hide my stiff excitement from him with my hand, but failing completely.

He let go of his own junk and reach his right hand across, brushing my hand aside, he took hold of all of me in his big strong hand, caressing my stiff clit and tight little pouch gently. I heard someone whimper and felt my knees go weak. My hand hung limp by my side, allowing the stranger to grope me with no resistance at all. The man turned to face me, taking hold of me with his left hand now, his right hand moving to my butt cheek, squeezing it hard through my shorts . I heard someone whimper again and realized it was me. Suddenly he gripped the back of my loose shorts and tugged them down. They slid down over my bottom and legs easily and landed on the floor around my feet. Again he gripped my ass, squeezing and kneeding with his right hand, while his left tugged on my tight sack and stroked my rock hard dick. I couldn’t resist, and just stood panting as the stranger groped my, his strong fingers pushing between my cheeks and pushing into my tight little hole. The clean fresh soapy smell of my body fresh from the shower mixed with his warm musky body odor and he took a long sniff of my still damp hair as he played with me.

Suddenly the toilet door screeched again, someone else was coming in. I panicked, and turned to head for one of the toilet cubicles, forgetting my shorts were around my ankles. I almost tripped, but quickly lifted my feet and stepped out of them. I bent down, picked them up off the floor and quickly entered the nearest cubicle. I turned to close the door, but the stranger was right there, following me into the loo. I moved back out of his way, allowing him in, and he closed the door behind us as the newcomer crossed the room to the urinals. I stood in just my T shirt, awkwardly holding my shorts in my hand and the stranger turned to face me.

“Sit down” he whispered, taking my shorts from my hand and hanging them on the coat hook on the back of the door. I did as I was told and as I sat down on the toilet he approached me, unfastening the belt and button on the waist of his shorts and sliding his pants down his legs to the floor. He moved close, opening my legs wide, and he lifted the front of his T shirts, offering me his fat cock. His groin was covered in damp sweaty grey hair, his huge balls hung low, heavy and warm between his thick thighs, and his fat lumpy old semi erect cock pointed right at me, it’s big fat head partly revealed under a fold of skin. I reached out one hand and, wrapping my little fingers around his thick shaft, I started to stroke him. I felt him throb and grow in my hand, and I watched in awe as the fold of skin over his cock head rolled back and forth, revealing more and more of his big fat head as his big cock grew harder and harder.

I heard water from the taps outside as the newcomer washed his hands, the man in the cubicle with me moved as close as he could and, with a hand behind my head, he took hold of my ponytail and guided my mouth toward his fat dick. I leaned forward, allowing myself to be guided and, holding the base of his big stiff cock in one hand, pulling gently on his fat sweaty balls with the other and with his hand holding my head I slid my soft wet lips over his big fat cock head. I heard a low groan from dead inside his round belly as I started to suck him. His sweaty cock tasted salty and his thick warm odor filled my nostrils. He pushed on the back of my head and his hips started to move forwards and backwards, forcing his cock down my throat again and again as he started to fuck my mouth.

I did my best to please him, sucking his thick shaft eagerly. The man outside dried his hands and left the toilets, making the outer door screech again as he left. I hadn’t noticed, I was so focused on the strangers magnificent cock. I sucked and sucked on him, while he pushed himself deeper and deeper into my mouth, making me gag and choke a little as I tried my best to pleasure him. He muttered and swore quietly as he used my mouth, and I could tell he was getting quite worked up now. Then suddenly he pulled his cock from my mouth and stood back a little.

“Stand up and turn around…” he said in a low voice, his glistening wet cock, dripping with my saliva, twitched and pulsed just in front of my face, “get up” he demanded and I did as I was told. Feeling unsure, but unable to resist, I got to my feet and turned my back on him. He quickly grabbed my T shirt and lifted it off over my head before dropping squatting down behind me. I felt his strong fingers gripping and kneading my soft round ass cheeks, pulling them apart and then suddenly he pushed his scratchy bearded face between them and drive his tongue deep inside my tight little hole. I gasped and leaned forward as his tongue slid into me. Steadying myself with both hands on the wall behind the loo, I pushed my bottom out toward him. He took his scratchy chin from between my soft smooth cheeks and quickly pushed and finger inside me and started to fuck me with it. He spat on my bottom, right between my cheeks, and his finger worked his saliva into my little hole. First one finger then two, then he got to his feet and pushed his big fat cock head against me.

“Oh god…” I heard someone gasp as the stranger tried to enter me with his thick dick, again not realizing at the time, it was me. He tried and tried to push himself inside, I whimpered and pulled away as he opened me, then he spat on his hand, rubbed the spit on his cock and tried again. But he was too big, and it was obvious his spit wasn’t going to be enough. His cock was just too fat, he wasn’t going to get to fuck me. I felt relieved, but also very disappointed and really really horny. It wasn’t until I thought he wasn’t going to fuck me, that I realized how much I really wanted him to. Suddenly he pulled his pants up, opened the cubicle door and walked out.

I turned to face the wide open doorway, feeling thoroughly disappointed, then I heard a tap running and the unmistakable sound of soapy hands squelching together. Curious about what was going on, I approached the doorway, ignoring my T shirt which lay like a rag on the toilet floor. I peeked out of the cubicle and the stranger was by the sinks, rubbing his big fat cock with dripping wet soapy hands, covering it in slippery lather, the front of his shorts drenched in water. I stepped out into the room, wearing nothing but my little canvas trainers and an over excited boyclit. The man looked over at me, and pumped a load of liquid soap onto his hands, then some water. He looked me up and down as he worked his hands together, then holding a big puddle of the slippery liquid in one hand he marched purposefully over to me.

He turned me to face the wall, right there in the main room of the toilets, and quickly pushed the puddle of soapy liquid between my cheeks. Some of it splashed onto the floor between my feet, but his lubed up fingers pushed a good deal of it into my little hole. Quickly he gripped my ass cheeks, pulling them apart and pressing his thick soapy cock against my hole. He pushed me against the cold tiled wall making me gasp, I pushed my bottom back against him, feeling his fat head driving into my hole and eager to have him inside. I tried my best to relax and accept him, whimpering as my bottom was stretched open by his girth and his cock head at last popped into my slutty little hole. The rest of his shaft quickly followed and I gasped aloud, whimpering in pain as he drove the full length of his cock deep inside me.

He grabbed my wrists and holding them against the wall above my head he began to fuck me. Pinning me against the wall as he drove his huge stiff cock into my soft little bottom over and over. The pain of being stretched open began to ease and my whimpers of pain became moans of pleasure as he fucked me harder and faster. He was grunting and swearing as he fucked me know, I could tell he was getting close when suddenly, he squashed me against the wall harder than ever, burying his stiff cock deep deep inside me. I felt it throbbing and twitching as his huge balls unloaded inside me. Again and again he pulsed in my ass, pinning me in place against the wall as he filled me with his seed.

At last he relaxed, and letting go of my wrists, he stepped back a little. I quickly turned and dropped to my knees before him. Then took his now semi erect cock in my mouth and gently sucked and milked every last drop of cum from his thick veiny cock. I rubbed my own stiff, over excited, boyclit hard while I still had his cock in my mouth. But soon he pulled away from me and I got to my feet as he tucked himself back in to his now wet shorts.

“I wish I could help you with that…” he said gesturing to my stiff throbbing cock “but I have to get going, maybe someone else can sort you out”. He turned and opened the first door to leave then paused.

“You have such a hot little ass,” he said “thanks for letting me fuck it” then he left. The outer door screeched and he was gone. I felt something tickle my inner thigh and looked down to see a small trickle of the strangers cum. I went back into the cubicle, leaving the door wide open, and, as I rubbed my cock until it spurted, I imagined someone else came in and use my hot little, cum filled, ass. Then I cleaned myself up, got dressed, and headed back down to my mum. The man was stood in the queue at the cafe as I passed, he didn’t notice me.

“Are you feeling OK…” my mum asked when I got back to her “your face is all flushed, and you have been a while, do you have an upset tummy?”

“Yes…” I replied “just a little bit” we finished up the shopping and headed out of the store, and who should be leaving at the exact same time? Having just finished his lunch in the cafe I saw the stranger heading toward me. He looked right at me, then at my mum, a wicked smile on his lips. He winked at me as he approached, and I felt my face flush red yet again. Then as we went through the doorway, he moved close behind me and groped my bottom one last time before we parted ways.