Exactly two days after my second gloryhole experience, I returned to the mall. Like my last trip to the mall, I was going for one thing and one thing only: an opportunity to be given an orgasm by some unknown unseen person on the other side of a wall in a filthy restroom.

As I had two days earlier, I made my way to the unsigned steel door that led to the abandoned unisex restroom. I headed directly to the last stall, and, not seeing any feet when I glanced under the stall door, I gently pushed it open. I stepped in then closed and latched the stall door behind me.

After about ninety seconds of absolutely nothing happening, I began to suspect that there was no one on the other side of the wall.

I waited perhaps another forty seconds before reaching for the latch on the stall door. Then, just as the tip of my finger grazed the latch I noticed something beginning to come through the hole; so I moved my hand back down, away from the latch.

By the time my hand was back at my side, I was halfway shocked by what it was that was coming through the hole in the wall: it was a guy's dick. It was not a big dick, actually a rather small one: couldn't have been much more than four inches long, maybe three-quarters of an inch in diameter...and completely hairless. Given the small size of the dick and its lack of hair; I could only assume whoever was on the other side of the wall was a younger guy: early teens perhaps...

Now, I'm not gay: and while I may not have had a problem with the idea that it was a guy who had gotten me off the first time I was at the gloryhole; the idea of touching some guy's dick sure as hell wasn't my ball of wax. For a second I debated just leaving the abandoned unisex restroom; but the guy on the other side of the wall had a hard-on and the idea of him being left just hanging there seemed wrong. And besides, whoever the people on the other side of the wall who had gotten me off the past two times I'd visited the gloryhole were, as far as I was aware, neither of them had gotten off when I had; so I figured I had to pay forward the orgasms...

Needless to say, I found myself licking my right hand before gently grabbing hold of the smallish dick that was sticking through the hole in the wall. In short order, I began moving my fist up-and-down the length of the small dick.

I continued pumping my fist up-and-down the length of the dick for a few minutes. Then I heard a muffled groan come from the other side of the wall; in the same instant the small dick seemed to bulge in my hand slightly, before a glob of white goo shot out of the little hole at the tip of the dick I was jerking off. I maintained my rhythm of pumping my fist up-and-down as four more spurts of white goo shot out.

In short order the dick began to soften in my hand, so I let go of it. Then the guy on the other side of the wall withdrew his dick.

Since I had come to the gloryhole looking to get off, I un-zipped my fly and pulled my nearly had dick out, then began to stick it through the hole in the wall.

I hadn't even gotten half of the length of my dick through the hole when I felt a pair of small hands grab my dick. The hands began rubbing my dick; not stroking up-and-down its length, but twisting and squeezing... It was almost like the young guy was giving my dick a massage.

I must have been standing there in the last stall with my dick through the hold I the wall for a good ten minutes while the young guy massaged my hard dick before I felt anything even remotely like a signal of an approaching orgasm. Beginning to fear that I had already been in the filthy abandoned unisex restroom too long, I began thinking about big boobs bouncing up-and-down, and thigh hot wet pussies...

When my butt cheeks tightened in my pants I silently thought, "It's about time". An instant later I felt my balls draw up under my dick. And then WHOOSH: the first spurt of cum was blasting out of the little hole at the tip of my dick. Suddenly the hands were gone from my dick; then, just as the second spurt of cum began to spew out of my dick a cold sticky something suddenly seemed to be wrapped around the head of my dick. Despite having absolutely no idea what the young guy on the other side of the walls was doing, there was no stopping my orgasm: a third spurt spewed out of the little hole at the tip of my dick...then a fourth...and a fifth...

By the time my orgasm subsided and my dick began to soften, a total of eight spurts of cum had blasted out of my dick. Despite the rather clumsy hand job I'd received, it had been quite a good orgasm.

I took a step backwards. Once my semi-soft dick was back on my side of the hole in the wall, I reached down to put my dick back into my pants. The instant my fingers touched my dick I was shocked by what I felt: it felt gooey... I looked down to see that the entire head of my dick was coated in a thick glaze of creamy-white goo: what I could only assume was my own cum. But why would the head of my dick be covered in cum? It didn't make sense; but I'd seen the writing on the wall enough times to know not to say anything; so I shoved my cum coated dick back into my pants, then zipped the fly.

I turned towards the closed door of the stall. As I reached out to un-latch it, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye: something was coming through the hole in the wall. Curiosity getting the better of my, I paused to see what it was. The young guy on the other side of the wall was putting his hand through the hole; he gave me a thumbs-up for several seconds before withdrawing his hand. It seemed a bit odd, but I'd had a good orgasm, so I sure as hell wasn't about to complain.

Seconds later I had unlatched the stall door and was leaving the abandoned unisex restroom.