When I was a little boy my mom would drop me at the library downtown. The only bathroom visitors were allowed to use was downstairs in the basement, which also had access from the outside. It was filled with graffiti and crude drawings of cocks and I loved it. I saw a note scribbled to be there at 2pm once, so I watched the clock carefully while reading in the library and returned and went into the stall, waiting.
A few minutes later someone entered the bathroom and knocked on the stall so I unlocked it. A man entered, very tall and almost handsome. He was clean shaven and had dark thick hair combed back with oil, like my dad used. He said hello and said his name was Jack and held out his hand. I took his hand and told him mine.
He asked me why I was in the bathroom and I showed him the note scribbled in the stall wall. He put his hand on my shoulder, smiled, and said “oh, I see.” He told me he liked coming to here to piss because it was so private and asked me to help him – I said ok.
He asked me to unzip his trousers so I did. He asked me to unbutton them so i complied. He had someone of a round belly so his pants spread open to reveal his thick black pubic hair. He wasn’t wearing underwear. He told me he didn’t like to get piss on his pants and asked me to lower his trousers down, so i did slowly although he had to help some because they were snug. I was fascinated by his hair as more of his bush was revealed, then suddenly his cock and balls. He was so tall my eyes were just about at his belly button.
He asked me what I though of his cock and I told him it was so big and hairy. He laughed and asked if I liked it, and I said I did but wondered why it looked different than mine. He asked what I meant and asked me to pull mine out to show him. I was ashamed because I was so little but complied…and he said “oh, you’re UNCUT!” He explained that most parents let the doc cut off their foreskin like his was. I asked him if that was why his was so big because he didn’t have skin keeping it small…he laughed so hard! He told me I was small now but I would get bigger in a few years.
He asked me to hold his cock for him while he pissed so I did, following his directions for gripping it and the base and stroking it some. It was very warm! Then he told me to hold it still and point toward middle of the bowl and be still. He jetted piss very strongly and moaned real loud, leaning back and holding onto stall wall. He pissed forever and I was careful to hold the stream in the middle of the bowl. After awhile the gush slowed, and then stopped…I felt his dick flex and another short stream cascaded…and a couple more. He asked me to shake it off for him and I did, but a few hot drops hit me. He thanked me for helping him and said he sure felt better.
He asked me if I need to pee but I didn’t. I said my mom was going to be picking me up at the library soon and I should go. He made a sad face and said he wished I could hang out some more. I was kind of sad too, but told him I’d be back tomorrow. I was going to be here every day for a few hours during summer because mom had to clean houses for some folks. He grinned at that and said he was going to plan to be back at the bathroom tomorrow but he would come early if I wanted to help him piss again, but that I shouldn’t tell anyone. I agreed and we shook hands and he laughed!
He taught me many things about how boys can help each other out that summer.
I’m pretty nervous about telling this, to be honest. I have a lot more to say about my experiences with him if anyone would care to know – just let me know in the comments.