I heard a sound similar to someone jerking a wet cock while I was washing my hands but I couldn’t be certain. I waited outside the door for a bit but he just never came out. I figured he must be masturbating in there and that I was just going to go in there and have a seat in the next stall and wait for him to leave.Īnd so I did. I pulled the pictures our of my back pocket and looked at them so my dick would get hard while I was waiting. The sound of wet meat being slapped was getting louder from the stall beside me. I didn’t think he’d ever leave so I decided to start stroking myself quietly. I reached down between my legs and slowly ran my hand up and down my six-inch erection. I tried to hide it between my legs since there happen to be a small hole between the stalls about the size of a quarter. I could tell the guy was looking through it. Then I saw the head of a black cock at the front of my stall. Slowly the glorious black erection inched forward with a large black hand furiously stroking it. It was about eight inches cut and very thick with a large head.
