Chapter 1 – Chapter 1

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Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

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This is just a flash story; not meant to be taken too seriously.

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The mall was dying. The mall had been dying for a few years but the pandemic accelerated the mall's death throes by quite a few years.

He shuffled aimlessly, following his nose without realizing he was following the scent of food until he was at the mouth of the Food Court of the nearly deserted mall.

There was a pizzeria, a Chinese restaurant, a Taco Hut, a cookie counter and a pretzel counter. Most of the other restaurants had closed, abandoning the once bustling structure.

A bored girl sold him a slice of their 'signature' combination pizza. For the act of turning, urging her bulk less than two steps, grabbing a slice of pizza and slapping it onto a plate, she had the temerity to ask if he wanted to add a tip to his total. Mutely, he shook his head to the negative and for that slight, he received a muttered insult.

Most of the tables and even some of the chairs looked sticky. None of the employees of any of the fast food establishments looked ready to take any initiative to clean any of the tables or chairs.

A very handsome blond man stood and indicated his own table. He returned the man's smile, cautiously approaching the handsome man's table.

"Wiped it off myself; be damned if any of them would bother to do it," the man said quite loudly, picking up his tray from the Chinese restaurant.

"Exactly what I was thinking," he agreed, sitting at the table as the man dropped his tray into a bin on top of a waste barrel.

The seat was still warm from the blond man's rump. He sat and slowly chewed his slice of pizza, trying not to think, trying not to feel, trying not to ask himself the same questions over and over.

"Am I?" he asked, looking at the bored employees of the food court.

"I, I'm not. I, I can't be," he said, eyes flickering past the cute Asian-American girl at the Chinese restaurant counter.

"Even if I wasn't gay," he thought, shuddering as he looked at the surly looking African-American girl at the pizzeria counter. "I, I'm not. All right? I'm not!"

His eyes flicked past the obese blonde at the pretzel counter to the cute boy working the cookie counter. Looking at the boy's plethora of acne, he absently scratched a pimple on his own cheek. For a moment, he and the cookie counter boy made eye contact and the boy smiled, revealing a mouthful of shiny orthodontic braces. Blushing hotly, he continued his perusal of the females in the Food Court, chewing the slice of pizza.

A trio of giggling, squealing teenaged girls ambled past then disappeared into a small, well lighted hallway. The girl at the Chinese counter yelled something at the girls but was ignored.

"They make another God damned mess…' the girl said, abandoning her counter and disappearing into the hallway.

"Hi!" the cute boy from the cookie counter said, appearing at his shoulder.

"I uh, hi, uh, hi," he stammered, looking up into the young man's deep brown eyes.

"On my lunch break," the young man said, sitting across from him, a slice of cheese pizza in hand.

"Oh, oh, I, uh, I'll move if…" he offered but the cute boy waved him to his seat.

"Melissa's watching my counter and hers," the young man said, hurriedly chomping his way through the pizza. "Got enough time to eat, go take a leak, maybe you know…"

No. He didn't know. And just because he did know, that didn't mean he wanted to. That didn't mean he was.

"Where?" he asked, voice barely a croak.

"Employee's restroom," the young man said, pointing past the fountain in the center of the mall.

Just because he was willing, eager and willing to follow the young man down the aisle to the employee's restroom did not mean he was. Maybe he was just curious.

The three girls scampered from the hallway. The Asian-American girl followed. The four girl's yelled insults at one another, but the trio of girls left the food court area and the Asian-American girl resumed her post at the counter.

His guts were knotted up and his breathing was shallow as he followed the cute young man from the food court. They walked past the art-deco fountain, its musical gurgling suddenly making him feel like he needed to pee.

Just before the Maternity-Baby Boutique, the young man stepped into a corridor. They walked down the hallway past a few doors with nameplates affixed to the doors. He did not pause to read those plates as they approached a men's room. His new friend tested the handle, then produced a heavy ring of keys. With a shiny smile, he unlocked the door and urged him into the well-lighted, clean restroom.

The young man locked the door behind them. The young man turned and pressed his lips to his lips. He grunted as the young man's hand reached down and cupped his aching balls and swollen cock in his hand.

His hand shook as he reached out and gripped his new friend's cock and balls through his soft trousers.

His new friend unzipped his jeans, easing his pants and underpants down his slender legs. Just as the young man got onto his knees, they both heard the door being unlocked. With a squeal, he tried to pull his pants up.

A large, muscular black man entered, hair in several long dreadlocks. Right behind the black man was a Latino, his long dark brown hair pulled back into a man bun.

With smiles that did not look friendly, the two mall employees locked the door of the restroom. The two grounds keeping employees then unzipped their work trousers.

He goggled, paralyzed with terror as the black man pulled an immense looking cock from his trousers. Skinning the thick foreskin, the black man revealed a dark purple knob. When he stroked his cock, it swelled even larger and thicker.

The Latino also unzipped his work trousers and revealed a dark brown cock. His cock looked long and angry, mushroom shaped head already oozing fluid from the tip.

In Spanish, the two mall employees discussed who would have whom. While they spoke among themselves, the young man remained on his knees.

"You," the black man said to the young man.

The young man scrambled to his feet. The black man roughly shoved the young man to press his torso against the long vanity, face close to the long mirror. The black man jerked the young man's pants and plain white briefs down to his ankles.

He was so intent on watching his new friend and the black man, he forgot about the Latino. Suddenly, he was roughly shoved to lie across the vanity, face close to the mirror.

"Erk! I, augh, I oh God!" he cried out, feeling two greasy fingers being stuffed into his rectum.

"Push," his new friend advised. "Push like you really got to shit."

"But don't get no shit on me," the Latino order and the Latino and the black man laughed.

"Augh! Oh, oh God," his new friend shuddered, eyes closed.

Looking into the mirror, he watched as the black man brought the greasy head of his black cock to the buttocks of his new friend.

"I, oh, oh Jesus yyeess!" his new friend groaned as the black man gave a hard shove.

"Aaieegh!" he cried out as searing pain suddenly overwhelmed him, radiating from his anus outward.

"Shh, shh," the Latino ordered as he pushed his fat cock into his bowels.

"Oh God, it, it hurts," he whimpered as more and more of the Latino's cock pushed into his struggling bowels.

"First, augh, first time always does, mmng, oh God," his new friend murmured as the black man fucked him with long, hard strokes.

In Spanish, the Latino told his black friend that the little gringo sissy was very tight. The two men laughed as the black man said they would have him loose in time.

"But this one? This one likes it, eh, pussy?" the black man said, slapping the young man's on his left buttock.

"I, yeah, yeah, I, I love it," his new friend admitted, his words punctuated by each thrust of the black man's hips.

The pain was subsiding. He felt stuffed, incredibly stuffed as the Latino hammered into his guts with long strokes, then short, deliberate strokes.

"I, oh, oh God, I…" he gasped out, sure he was about to ejaculate.

"Aw yeah, that's it, beetch," the Latino chortled as he pounded in and out, in and out of his squirming hole.

The Latino suddenly cursed in Spanish and held himself still. He could feel the man's semen flooding into his bowels and shuddered with each pulse of the Latino's cock.

Looking up into the mirror, he could see the pleasure etched onto the handsome Latino's face. Looking from the Latino's face, he looked over at the black man and saw the same look of pleasure on the black man's face as he grunted, his thrusts erratic.

Suddenly, he was empty. A millisecond later, his eyes opened wide and he scurried quickly to the stall, his bunched up pants making his progress comical to the other three men in the room.

"See you later," the black man and the Latino called out.

"You all right?" his friend asked as he grunted and groaned, voiding his bowels.

"I uh, yeah, yeah, I, I'm all right," he agreed.

"Oh shit!" his friend called out. "I need to get back."

Just before leaving the bathroom, the young man told him what time his shift was tomorrow. He grunted that he'd heard his new friend, then yelped when his new friend playfully turned the lights off. A second later the lights flicked on again.

Crisis now passed, he gripped his cock in his hand and hurriedly stroked himself to a juicy climax that filled the palm of his hand. He licked his hand clean, then flushed the toilet.

"Next time," he told his reflection as he washed his hands. "Next time, I get that big beautiful black cock."

"No, augh, no question," he thought as he gingerly walked from the restroom down the long corridor. "No question about it anymore."

His new friend worked the evening shift again tomorrow. He knew he would be back. A check of his watch told him he had better hurry if he hoped to catch the last bus of the day.

The End

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