mirror a little further, now almost entirely on their side of the wall, and then presto! There it was! A cute little blondy sucking one of the most magnificent cock’s I’d ever seen. This boy was truly a stud indeed. He was easily nine inches long, or better. It was a veritable log extending out of those loose-fitting khaki cargos of his. And thick. A full, firm, round, throbbing, vein-decorated, cinnamon brown man tool. With a nice, plump, rosy mushroom tip. I salivated at the sight of the girl’s full little red lips sliding up and down his thick pole.

She was working him over good, too. Taking in a good two-thirds of his length, practically deepthroating him with long strokes of her mouth. Every once in a while she’d pull off and grab his trunk with her fist, shaking his massive cock and smiling giddily up at him. She even looked over at her reflection in the wall mirror and smiled wide, really loving the look of seeing herself sucking her man’s cock. This startled me a bit, since in my little mirror, it looked as if she was staring right at me. But that was impossible, of course.

As she resumed her mission to get her man off, I felt my own prick rising. I wanted desperately to be that little cheerleader. I wanted it to be my lips wrapped around that thick rod, and for it to be my hair those big, masculine mitts were running themselves through.

I could hear the guy huffing and panting a bit now as his massive tool continued to get rimmed and blown by his lady’s fresh, teenage lips. I realized now that I was almost involuntarily stroking my own cock rather aggressively, trying to match the motions I was watching in my little dual mirror theatre.

My mouth was watering and my belly was burning at the sight of this kid’s organ. I didn’t realize how incredibly horny I must have been. And that’s when something strange happened. As I began to fantasize that it was me blowing that cock instead of some little cheerleader, I also began to fantasize that it was J.T. standing in that stall instead of some high school football stud.

It was all clear now. I knew why I hated J.T. so much. It wasn’t that I hated him, it was that I wanted him. And I was jealous that I couldn’t have him. I could probably put that to rest right now if I finished through with this fantasy. So cleared my head, and went back to stroking my cock while imagining I had J.T.’s thick, nine-inch prick in my mouth.

The boy was moaning and huffing quite audibly now. At one point his girlfriend stopped and tried to shoosh him, but he just muttered, “don’t stop, don’t stop” and that let me know he was probably quite close to finishing. And, the sight of this hunk’s amazing monster cock had me nearing the brink myself.

As I kept my mind bouncing back and forth from J.T. to the images I was watching in the mirror on the floor, I felt myself begin to warm to the sensations of my hand riding up and down on my hard pole.

Then, I heard a loud thump against the wall and watched with excitement and mouth-watering lust as the high school boy snatched his humongous rod from his girl’s mouth and cannoned several thick, heavy streams of youthful cum all