NOTE: All characters in this story are 18 years old in high school.
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I entered the mall bathroom shakily. I knew what I came to do, but I was nervous to do it. There was someone in the first stall, so I went to the one at the end. There was someone in front of it peeing at the urinals, but I didn't pay them any attention. I went in and locked the door.
The dividers between the stalls were small, and the bottom part was high enough you could go between stalls comfortably. The top of the stall was also pretty low, so if I stood on my tip toes I could see who was next to me. I knew him from my school, saw him sometimes in the hallways. He's a jock, one of the "popular guys". I think I had a class with him. It doesn't matter. He told me to come here, and I did. What mattered to me was what was going to happen here, something I'd always dreamed of.
I knew he wasn't doing anything. He had his pants down but he was standing up, playing with himself. His dick looked so good. I put my foot under the divider into the next stall and tapped twice, like he'd said. He immediately kneeled down and stuck his dick under the divider. It was slightly above average, about 7 inches. And thick. Its girth was impressive. It looked like I could barely wrap my fingers around it.
I was still shaking slightly, but my nervousness had subsided. I spit on my hand and started stroking him. I could barely wrap my fingers around it. I went with slow strokes. I didn't want this moment to end. I got down on the floor too and used my other hand to play with his balls. They were huge! And heavy too! I rolled them between my fingers, tickled them, squeezed them slightly. And as I did this, his breathing started to get heavy and he started moaning slightly, with a quiet "oh fuck" sometimes. I knew what was coming, but I couldn't accept it. I needed him closer to my body. So I whispered the first words I'd said in five minutes: