Making A Friend

During the time that I was around 12, 13 and 14 I was highly curious about the hidden assets of other boys. I went out of my way to peek at them. Not to the extent of getting a bad reputation, but still curious about how they were hung - and whether they did that cool thing to their dick that I liked to do to mine. My dad was transferred around a lot from one base to another, and of course other families came and went also. So there were plenty of guys rotating in and out for me to observe - and a few to trade jerks with. Sharing a wank with another guy was a supreme achievement for me and I mentally awarded myself points every time fate gave me a new jacking buddy..

The PE showers and locker room were okay places to look at guys, but there was a lot of danger that you would be noticed if you stared around the room. My favorite venue was a certain school restroom. I positioned myself at a urinal or wash basin where I could get a quick look at a pissing guy out of the corner of my eye. Very rarely my spying resulted in a nice mutual jack. Usually all I accomplished was a quick glimpse of a pissing dick and a general idea of its size and shape.

Enter Lee. He showed up one day while I was hanging out in the cafeteria restroom when I was supposed to be in the library. I was waiting for somebody to come in.

Lee was a stranger, an eighth grader a year ahead of me. He was Black, tall, skinny, and wore a bunch of dreadlocks all over his head
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Lee went to the urinal next to the lavatory and pissed. Having assessed these situations before, I knew that my best chance for a sneaky look was to stand at the sink and slowly wash my hands while peeking sideways at my target.

Meanwhile Lee finished urinating. But he kept standing at the pisser. He made no move to cram his dick back into his pants. Instead, while I watched to see what was up with the dude, he made a number of adjustments to his exposed dick. He moved it up and down, then sideways. Shook it. Then stood still while it unmistakably began to rise. He had sensed what I was up to, and was giving me all the spy time that I could handle. The guy was putting on a show for me, displaying his stiff erection!

I was instantly hard but unsure what to do. I could unzip my pants and flop out my own stiffening dick - but people don't unzip at a lavatory. I could walk around the dude and stand at the other urinal, but that would be a very obvious statement of interest. Meanwhile I knew that Lee had turned things around and I was now the one being watched.

Lee's dick continued to rise and lengthen, giving me a real eye full. He stepped an inch or so back from the urinal. Then he spoke in sort of a soft voice with a southern accent: "Mind if I wiggle my thing?"

I could not answer, couldn't speak, was totally blown away. I think I gestured at his dick with my hand, giving him permission to go ahead, but I'm not sure. I wanted to say "Go for it," but nothing came out.

Lee didn't wait for me to reply. He began slowly moving his hand back and forth along his erect peter, gradually pivoting to partway face me as he jacked. He spoke again, this time in a sort of pleading whisper: "You gonna do it?"

As if hypnotized I unzipped my fly, maneuvered my erection out into the open, and found Lee staring at me just as I had planned to look atunder Cloud him. Within seconds the two of us were masturbating side-by-side, taking strength from each other and making sure that each of us could observe every stroke.

Within seconds I was approaching orgasm, whispering "Coming! Coming!" to Lee and hearing him answer "Ooh! Ooh!"

I shot first, intending to squirt the stuff into the basin, but I was turned partway toward Lee and my load sent multiple spurts between the urinal and the lavatory. Each spurt was a momentous ejaculation, shooting its way through my dick, repeating my climactic sensations with each wad. Load after load hit the tile wall and slid toward the floor. Lee stared at my spurting dick, his mouth slightly open.

Lee reached his own pinnacle within seconds, squirting into his urinal and making his own climax noises.

Beginning at that moment Lee and I were best buds until his father was transferred someplace else. I once asked the guy how he happened to put the make on me that day in the restroom. His answer: "You were kind of obvious."

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