My First "Buddy"

I acquired my first “buddy” in seventh grade, a boy that came from India. We happened to be in the restroom between the gym and cafeteria at the same time. He was in a PE class and wearing a regulation gym outfit. I had just finished lunch. We were standing with a couple of empty urinals between us. All I planned on doing was pissing, although finding another boy within peeking range triggered my curiosity.

At that age I was already highly interested in other guys’ dicks. I kept my eyes secretly angled in his direction while peeing. Maybe I would get a look at his dick. But he didn’t seem to be doing anything at all. Possibly he was waiting for me to leave before he pissed. Maybe he was shy about that kind of thing.

Now, you need to think like a seventh-grader for a minute. I wanted to get a little look at the guy’s dick. So I came up with a plan. Having finished urination, I continued to stand at the pisser with my soft little pecker hanging loose out of my fly. I gave it a few wiggles as if waiting for it to produce more piss. The purpose of that maneuver was to let the other guy know that it was okay if anybody’s dick happened to be seen in a private situation like at the urinals. Maybe seeing that I was not hiding, would encourage him.

Masturbation had not entered my mind. I just wanted a look at his peter to see its general shape and find out if it was as dark as the rest of his body.

But then nature took its course. A strange thing came into my mind. Although the other guy still kept his dick hidden, his eyes were fixed on my crotch. I wanted to see him, but he was the one enjoying the view. He was looking at my dick. He was definitely watching me.

This had an unexpected effect. My dick began to rise, passing quickly through the squishy stage, then lengthening and soon progressing to a full erection. Now I was the one who was shy! Getting a boner in front of the other guy was embarrassing. How could I put my stiffie away without calling undue attention to it?

But my unexpected hard-on triggered a surprise interest from the dark-skinned boy. While staring at my stiffie, he wraps his hand around a place in the front of his gym shorts and gave himself a bunch of firm little squeezes.

Then, at last, he did just what I wanted. He pulled the waistband of his shorts and jock down very slightly, just enough for me to get a tiny glimpse of the very tip of his dick. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I started pumping my extremely hard little middle-school pecker.

At first my buddy merely rubbed the hidden shaft of his dick. But as I kept jacking and he kept watching, he slowly revealed more of his boner. It didn’t take more than a few seconds until both of us were watching each other jack off, each of us operating a very busy hand.

He made kind of an “eeh” sound when he climaxed and his ejaculate splattered into the urinal. Before my stuff shot, he was already out of the restroom.

Having never jacked with anybody else, I figured it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, something that just accidentally “happened” and would never happen again.

But the very next day I “happened” to enter the restroom right after finishing lunch, and my friend from the previous day “happened” to arrive a few minutes later. As you can guess, we “happened” to enjoy another session of pumping and watching, this time standing a lot closer to each other.

It was the beginning of a jacking friendship that lasted through the rest of seventh grade and all of eighth grade, right up to the last day of middle school.

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