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 The Bathroom (M-solo, exhib, f, ped, cons)

   Author's Note: If you're not an adult, or if sexual fantasies involving
children offend you, don't read this.  And in any event don't do this shit.


Tags: Exhibitionist, ped (no sex)
Barry finished another cup of coffee as he sat at his laptop in a public
library.  He chatted with women from the Philippines, Liberia, everywhere.
He loved how needy they were, falling in love over an instant message while
he avoided a wife he didn't care for, three noisy boys and a home with no
air conditioning.  Yet as much as Barry enjoyed his online lovers, their

pictures and his hard-on, he couldn't ignore his bladder forever.

   He locked his old laptop, tethered it to the desk and made his way to
the small bathroom.  As he walked, Barry wished that women reading books
and magazines at other tables would see the bulge in his shorts, but no one
gave the skinny, 30-something guy a glance.

   Inside the small bathroom he unzipped and pulled it out.  He was still
erect from how Alexandria loved him, how good she looked, how she wanted to
marry him and move to America.  He thought about work instead - managing a
small men's casual store at a mall when he'd rather work with young things
at Hot Topic and sell pop crap to even younger girls.  He focused his mind
on his store goals for the month, how he might hit revenue while holding
labor cost down and in no time his erection went away he let loose with a
stream sure to overflow the urinal.

   The door creaked open as soon as he started, followed by a girl's voice
saying, "Daddy, there's a man in here."

   "Sorry, she's too young to leave on her own," the guy said as he lunged
for the only stall.

   "I'm not going in there with you.  You'll make a big stink," the girl
said.

   The man didn't answer.  He had already slammed the stall door shut.

   As soon as Barry heard the girl, his stopped pissing.  He shut out loud,
disgusting noises coming from the stall, turned and eyeballed the girl. 
His dick, still hanging out of his khaki Club Room shorts, started to get
hard again even though he had a piss to finish.

   She was certainly younger than most of the girls at the mall.  She had
skinny arms and legs.  Her tight, lime-colored cami covered a flat chest
while showing most of her belly as it curved towards her surely smooth
crotch.  The girl had curly red hair on her head and a smattering of
freckles on her cheeks.  Her green eyes stared right at his cock.

   It was wrong, he knew it, but he gave his cock a long, slow stroke
towards her.  God, it was exciting to have her watch, her eyes wide open,
her tiny body leaning closer for a better view.

   Barry let go of himself and twisted his hips.  His cock bobbed from side
to side and up and down.

   The girl didn't move.  She didn't say a word - not to call for help, say
she liked what she saw or anything.  Yet her big eyes didn't let go of his
cock.

   Barry stroked it again, several times, quickly, loving how hard it felt
as the tip was wet with precum.  He imagined the little girl undressing. 
She'd grab the bottom of the cami and lift her arms high, tossing the shirt
away.  He'd see her nipples, which would surely be a light red.  She would
love seeing his cock so much that her young nipples would be erect against
her chest, which of course would be dotted with the cutest girl freckles.

   God, he wanted to cum on the girl's chest.

   The girl leaned forward some more as she watched, her curls bouncing and
her hands resting on her knees.  Her cami fell away from her chest.  He
wanted to see down it, he was afraid any movement towards her would scare
her away.

   He stroked faster, picturing her kicking off the multi-colored sneaks
she didn't tie.  She didn't wear any socks.  In a fantasy that he knew
could never, ever come true, she unzipped and dropped her light blue
shorts. She removed tiny white panties with one finger, baring a flat,
hairless pussy like he saw once in a photo he downloaded from the Internet
and feared for months afterward that he'd go to jail for as he scrubbed his
computer clean of any traces of the file.

   The girl's hips wiggled as she watched him jerk off for real.  That one
motion told Barry how much she loved watching him stroke.  He turned back
to the urinal just in time for his cum to land inside.  He kept stroking,
emptying his balls of more cum than usual as he closed his eyes and
imagined the girl being naked with him.

   The toilet in the stall flushed.  The noise brought him back to reality:
he just jerked off in a public bathroom while a young girl watched.  He
felt his balls shrink up inside.  He sweated in the air conditioning.  With
one hand he tucked his shrinking cock away while he flushed the urinal with
the other.  In three seconds he left the bathroom without washing his
hands. He still needed to piss but his only thought to grab his laptop and
get out of the building before she told on him.




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