I masterbated from the time I was eleven years old I guess and men's rooms always made me very excited. I was a slow learner though, and didn't really relate my excitement about men's rooms to my sexuality until I was thirteen.
Our library's main branch was in downtown and I soon discovered that the third floor men's room stall had holes in the walls. I had seen these types of holes before, but mostly they had been from old screws being pulled out. This set of toilet stalls had bigger holes...and I was very excited by it.
You could really see the toilet in the next stall, and therefore I knew that you'd be able to seee the MAN in the next stall. It became my habit to just sit in the stall for what seemed like hours and watch the guys in the next stall go to the bathroom. It took me a few days before I realized that very few of the men were there to actually USE the bathroom. The first guy I watched jacking off a little really scared me (I was only thirteen) but excited me equally. I waited until he was finished and gone before I jacked off.
I know now that he knew I was watching, but then I thought that he must not realize that I was watching through the holes...it all sounds naive to me now, but I really didn't think it through then.
One afternoon I had only been in the bathroom for maybe five or ten minutes before another guy came in. Watching through the hole, I saw a young black man (I am white) who was probably in his late teens. He clearly knew that I was there and watching, as he turned towards the wall seperating our stalls when he was undoing his jeans. I kept leaning in closer to the hole to try to get more of a view, so he then saw my eyes as well.
Now, I am only average sized, I have six and a half inches and then I'm sure I was only five inches or so. This guy seemed huge to me when his pants dropped, he was half hard then and just kept growing. I watched as he stroked his cock, in my direction.
He whispered to me to stand up and let him see me. I was so nervous and scared that I was shaking but I managed to stand up and let him watch me as I stroked my small cock. My hands must have been shaking enough that I looked like I was having problems, as the guy told me to relax...
We took turns watching each other jack, him standing, me watching, then me standing and him watching. I came so hard finally all over the divider wall. Funny, but I don't remember if he came after all these years.
I cleaned off the wall, and he left very quickly. When I came out of the stall there must have been about four or five men waiting to use the stalls, but I realized a few years later that they had been listening to, and most likely watching us in the stalls.