Hi! My Name is Steven!

Is it a "relationship" if you don't have any physical contact? If so, I had a sort of strange "relationship" with a boy that was the cashier at a dollar store. I passed through a shopping center every day on the way home from school. Sometimes I stopped at the dollar store and bought candy or school supplies. This guy at the cash register wore a big tag on his shirt, "Hi! My Name is Steven!" Other than that. A person had to be sixteen to have an after-school job, so he had to be a couple years older than me. Other than that, I didn't know him at all.


  Well, one day I went into the restroom at the shopping center and Steven was standing at one of the urinals. I automatically went into the stall. After pissing, I went to the sink to wash my hands. Steven was still at his urinal, the one right by the sink. He was being still, not moving a muscle. I got the feeling he wanted me to leave so he could finish pissing. Maybe he was shy and couldn't do it around other people.

 Then there was a tiny bit of motion. Steven's hand seemed to be moving inside the urinal. Not fast, not drastic, just real slow and constant. I was so surprised that I couldn't move. Just kept standing there. Then I thought, you can't just stand here peeking, you've got to do something. So I washed my hands again. Then I got out my comb and messed with my hair.

 All that time Steven was continuing to move his hand back and forth in the urinal. The longer I stood there, the more he let me see. Very slowly he sort of relaxed, not hiding so much in the urinal. I could not believe what I was seeing. Before I knew what I was doing, I had to reach down and adjust my dick. I think it only was a milli-second, but somehow it must have sent Steven some kind of signal that I wanted to watch him some more.

 Now, he let me see about a two-inch gap between his leg and the side of the urinal. There was absolutely no doubt about it - he was jacking off. Not only that, he was also LETTING me look.

 Steven kept slowly jerking, dressed in his uniform of white shirt and black pants. I kept-on watching breathlessly. He backed up about half an inch more. Then still more. Now I could see his fingers slowly going back and forth and his erection sliding in and out of view as he wanked. I must have been staring with my mouth hanging open. The dude was showing off for me.

 After another minute or so Steven made a sort of breathy noise and had a spasm that shook his whole body for a second. And his cum squirted into the urinal.

 Focusing down, he shook his dick, shoved it into his dress pants, and headed straight out the door. I moved to the urinal and pulled out my stiffie that was hard, hard hard. Within seconds I shot my own load right on to his. The whole time I was jacking it was so horny thinking bout shooting on that other dude's cum. After it was done I just flushed and hauled-butt outta there.

 Steven and I encountered each other nearly every day, either at the dollar store (he didn't ever give a hint that we had a secret together) or some days at the restroom. I think he began timing his break at just the right time, cos he was standing at the urinal when he knew I would be heading home from school. Day after day he masturbated while I watched. He was giving me a present that racked my dick within seconds all the way from soft to inflexibly stiff, generously showing me his whole performance. As soon as he shot, he was gone. He never reached toward my crotch, never invited me to touch him, never motioned me to the other urinal. But he became relaxed enough to stand back about 12" from the urinal and let me have a completely clear look at his moving hand and hard peter.

 I had some awesome cumshots after Stephen finished up his daily wank, but there was never any friendship or social contact between us.

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