Our Secret Show

Author's Note -

There was a discussion somewhere in your archives about whether younger guys ever hit on older boys, or if it was always the bigger boy's doing.



When I was a high school senior, 17 years old, I used to jack off in the restroom of a shopping center every day after school. There had been some changes in our family and it was impossible to get enough privacy to do it at home, thus the shopping center which was pretty much deserted at that hour.

I can't even tell you how it started, except that a younger boy figured out what I was doing. He began showing up to share that time with me. I'm sure he was from the junior high school which made him roughly three years younger than me, maybe even four.

He was very juvenile looking. No facial hair, no zits, hair conservatively combed, smooth skin.

After a few days of hesitancy I began to look forward to him. I was always in a stall when he came in. Likely he waited somewhere until he saw me arrive. He would walk past my stall, taking a quick look as he passed the gaps next to the stall door. I think he was verifying that it was me in the stall. He would enter the next stall and stand quietly at the pot. Then, very slowly and silently he would tiptoe from the toilet out to the gap next to my door. I would see his body slide across the gap, see his feet below it. That was my cue.

If the outer door opened and he was in his stall, he would remain until the other guy left. If he was standing at the gap, he would walk out of the restroom and remain gone until he felt the coast was clear.

With him standing silently at the gap I would spread my legs and display my erection. I wiggled it from side to side, front to back. Shook it, squeezed it. I kept my head down, not wanting to embarrass him (or spook him away) by looking at him.

My young friend watched intently. Then he returned on tiptoes to his own stall and I would see his shadow shaking as he stood to jack off. Sometimes he jerked to a climax after watching me only a single time. On other days he returned to the gap multiple times to apparently heighten his arousal and take in a little more of my self-play. Some days I would segue from wiggling my boner to pumping it. Through the narrow gap I could see him squeezing and prodding the front of his pants.

This continued for what seemed like months. There was never a spoken word, never an attempt to touch, nothing but him watching and me putting on a floor show. If I began jacking, he would generally watch the whole operation, all the way to my ejaculation, constantly squeezing himself while he stared through the gap.


One day while our little drama played out, he made a daring move. He slid his fingers into his fly and out popped a partially-grown stiffie. He let me have a brief peek at his little boner and then retreated to the safety of the other stall where he locked the door and immediately initiated the shaking-shadow routine. I felt like the glimpse of his stiffie was a gift, a sincere and earnest present for letting him watch me.

From that day on, he always bared his stiffie while watching me, and on several memorable occasions he applied his thumb and two fingers in the time-honored manner, wiggling himself to an ejaculation while I pumped my own boner. He would masturbate quite close to the gap for my benefit, stepping back at the last instant to aim his cum toward the floor. I began standing up and stepping to the gap while I jacked off so that the two of us could wank within inches of each other.

I graduated from high school and after that we connected only randomly, maybe running into each other in that restroom not more than two or three times during the summer. Then I went away to university and that was the end.

I consider the younger boy to be the one who initiated contact. He was well aware of the difference in our ages, but it was of no importance to him. I made no threatening moves and both of us benefited.

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