Obsessed Twink Gawks at Cock in School Stall
I crept into the men’s room, my every step focused on the captivating escape of its four walls. It was my first time entering the place of such carnal desire, my heart racing in anticipation of what I was about to see. Everywhere I looked, I felt the heated gaze of lustful eyes – and I was the object of its attention.
In the corner of the room, tucked away in the furthest stall, was where it all began. As I peered in through the crack in the door, I saw something I could never have expected to find: a twink, gripping the metal side of his stall, his hungry eyes locked onto a muscle bound stranger’s cock. The twink’s head slowly turned, his gaze meeting my own…..
Table of Contents
- 1. Gasping in Awe at the Divine Sight
- 2. Fanning the Flames of Forbidden Desire
- 3. Reveling in the Risks of Enticement
- 4. Enjoying the Guilt of Unrequited Obsession
- Future Outlook
1. Gasping in Awe at the Divine Sight
My Eyes Lured in By the Resplendent Masterpiece
I can still remember the incredible feeling of being let in on a secret too divine for the average person. The scene was hectic, the kind of energy only present in a high school boys locker room, the exhaust of a long afternoon of sport team practices. The tile of the stalls called for silence, yet in one of them, something would not be quiet for very long.
The whispers of a lusty hungry twink hit me from the side and pulled me in, the boisterous chatter of the athletic jocks who were my normal lunch table companions suddenly seemed so out of place. Meandering through the chaos, I soon found myself unable to turn away from a single power center: an undiscovered holy shrine of cock.
A mature teenage male was in the process of undressing, making of the old stall his kingdom of overflowing sensuality. One by one, accessories of the school uniform were dropped to the floor, absorbing my eyes with the vision of exultant nakedness, not even giving me a break from its hypnotic gaze.
My hands instinctively reached out, wanting to apotheosize the beauty in front of me, just as my tongue wanted to taste the holy presence so close to me. But I couldn’t move, completely seduced by the sheer power of it all, I could barely contain my stutter nor the heat radiating from my cheeks. The atmosphere of that stall would be burned in my skin forever.
2. Fanning the Flames of Forbidden Desire
His Obsession is Unleashed
He glided quietly into the school restroom, past the stalwart urinals that line the walls, like sentinels on a mission to protect against any unfamiliar faces. Scanning the area, he saw the stall in the corner and the door slightly ajar. His eyes brightened in anticipation as he crept towards the entrance, and the hushed whispering from within nestled in his ears. His heart quickened with the secret knowledge that he was intruding on a situation, as if a private ritual were being conducted beyond the door.
His Eyes Drinking in the Possibilities
Slowly, he parted the door and peered in, his hunger palpable. In the corner, he saw it–reaching up and puncturing the air, a long and proud shaft of masculinity. His lips quivered, and his legs shook in sheer delight at the sight of it. The glossy skin glowed in the glimmering lights of the restroom, every veiny detail of its veins and ridges begging to be explored. His mouth almost salivated, and his fingers itched to touch it. Feeling a tingle in his chest, he quickly dodged away and stole away from the scene as his fantasies ran wild.
3. Reveling in the Risks of Enticement
Dominating my attention, the shaky revealed its incomparable weapon, a pliant appendage that slithered between his cotton-clad thighs. Enraptured by the spectacle, I lingered, absorbed in every nimble movement of his vibrant body. My heart pounded, adrenaline racing through my veins, my desire for seduction escalating with each passing moment. As my gaze inched upwards towards his face, he proclaimed his knowledge of my presence, his eyes a blazing beacon of warning.
My conscience almost reigned me in, but my feelings overrode any conscious thought, compelling me to embrace every ounce of this deviant thrill. I urged myself forward, aching for the forbidden pleasure of his enticing stirrings, and as I stepped into the cramped bathroom stall behind him, I could feel the sultry tension clinging to the air like vapor. His heavy breaths tickled the back of my neck, each silent exhalation adding to the intoxication of the moment. My mouth watered in anticipation as I inhaled the intoxicating aroma of Rand J, the forbidden intoxicant of black-market youth.
4. Enjoying the Guilt of Unrequited Obsession
My need for him only seemed to grow, consumed in an all-consuming obsession. Every look felt like a thousand glances, my gaze lingering on each lingering moment until it was no longer acceptable. But I found myself, each day, just standing there, in the very same spot. I felt no shame as I blatantly stared, convinced he couldn’t sense my presence, yet mesmerized by him.
Sneaking away to the bathrooms between classes, I’d use the extra time to get my fix of feverish glances. Sure, it was a risk, but an addict is willing to take those chances, and my clandestine afternoon orgies were more pleasure than pain. I’d slip into one of the stalls and wait, craving his silhouette – tall and broad-shouldered with a tight shirt barely containing his bulging arms. He was my obsession and I embraced my guilt. I took in his image to satisfy my needs, as he stood there, oblivious to my presence. I could only imagine what I wanted to do to him in that stall.
Future Outlook
As I watched him stroke his shamefully large cock, I knew this would be an eternal memory. His strokes moved with perfect precision, as if he had practiced this every day of his life. I felt an intense desire to join him in his stall, but knew I couldn’t. There would be repercussions regardless. With a deep sigh, I left the stall, but still feeling the heat of his body, his shamefully large cock, and the undeniable excitement of the forbidden.
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