Lessons in the Rec. Center Restroom

As a kid I use to spend a lot of time at the recreation building in our city park. The main attraction was not sports or games. It was a small peep hole in the restroom.

Here was my play, I sat on the pot waiting for a guy to come in. Then I scrunched down to look through the hole and watch him piss. If I was lucky I got to see his penis which was the whole point of hanging out in the restroom. One day a boy pissed but didn't immediately leave. He kept standing at the urinal. He was wiggling his dick around. While I watched, it got hard. In a minute he began sliding his hand back and forth on it. I became painfully hard myself. While I peeked through the hole at the jacking boy, I constantly played with my own dick. Within seconds the other boy appeared to produce another stream of urine. I was too dumb to know that he had reached a climax and ejaculated. After he left I kept playing with my stiffie. A strange feverish feeling came over me. It was so frightening that I quickly pulled up my pants and went straight home. My dick remained hard.

Sometime later an involuntary load of unknown stuff oozed into my briefs. That was scary. I made myself promise that I would never play with my penis again. However, I kept remembering the boy pumping his boner in the restroom. Just thinking about the boy's moving hand and stiff dick made me hard. After resisting temptation for several days, I went back to the rec center. No one jacked off while I was in the restroom, but I remained totally stiff while watching boys come in to piss. I could not keep my hand away from my erection. After I'd been in the stall for quite a while I found myself jiggling my dick very gently. Once again the feeling grew alarming and I hurried home.

This time I went into our bathroom at home, locked the door, and examined my erection. Every time I touched it, the frightening feeling got more intense. I reached a point where I could not leave my penis alone. I kept jiggling and wiggling it until the feeling seemed to explode inside of me. At the same time a strange blast of thick piss (my interpretation) shot out of my dick. I thought I was going to die. I was so scared that I pledged once again never to play with my stiffie. But, just like before, I was drawn back to the rec center to observe penises through the peep hole. I promised myself that I would not "upset" my own dick.

But one day while watching all the pissers I found myself jiggling my little stiffie while a guy stood with his prick exposed. And this time I knew that I was not going to be able to stop. As the boy stood pissing, my second ejaculation fired all over me and my clothes and the stall. However, I realized that I knew what was going to happen, and instead of being scared I accurately predicted my climax by telling myself "Here it comes!"

After that I became a frequent jacker, deliberately masturbating while watching other boys pee and occasionally getting a real thrill when a boy would pump out his own load at the urinals. I was always aware of getting closer, closer, closer to ejaculation, telling myself in my mind, "Here... it... COMES!"

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