The Church Basement Rituals

I remembered this after reading "My Bad Habit"

I was 11 at the time and every Sunday during church I usually  had to go pee. Of course I am hoping another boy would follow me to the bathroom in the basement. It had those big urinals this started at the floor and went up about as tall as a boy like me stands. Once a boy did follow me in, he was older than me.

 "I been watching you." he said.
I was frozen as I stood at the urinal with a hard dick. Daringly, he stood beside me also with a hard dick. He just looked over at me, smiled and nodded. I reached over to grab his dick. His was a lot longer than mine. I felt his balls, and thought, Wow these are big balls. I noticed they had a few hairs randomly sprouting. But I liked feeling his longer dick. He let out a moan as I did a stroke or two. It seemed he liked it. I jacked his dick until he shot his cum.

He reached over and grab my hard dick, and feeling around on my balls. He says,
"Nice dick and balls, no hair..."
He jacked on my dick until I had my clear cum

Without a word, we put our dicks back in our jean, he smiled and I smiled back and we left. We had a jacking ritual every Sunday. No one ever caught on to us. I kind of liked going to church for that.

Farm Boy