Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2009 18:53:28 +0530 (IST)
From: Aaron Zane <aaron.zane@yahoo.co.in>
Subject: Showing His Stuff

This is a true story.

I like boys a little older than this boy but this was a once in a lifetime,
lucky happening, so a need to share the story.

I often visit the local mall for coffee and buying DVDs and also checking
out the boys who happen to be there. The time I usually go to the mall is
later in the afternoon, a good time for coffee so my mall visits are driven
by habit not by boys.

One day, though, I had to go to pick up a new pair of glasses at the mall
and decided to go in the early morning, as I was anxious to try them on.
Actually I had never been to the mall in the morning before and was struck
how empty it was. Not good time to check out boys at all.

Arriving at the mall I had to make a stop in the toilet as I drink lots of
tea for breakfast each day and had to go. As I walked into the restroom
area I saw there was a foyer between the doors to the men's and women's.
Standing in the foyer was a middle-aged woman; actually she was standing
more toward the men's side of the foyer.

I passed without comment but had the idea that someone related to her was
in the men's room. And I was right. As I entered the urinal area there he
was at the far right urinal: about 9 I would say. Younger than what I
usually enjoy checking out but a boy nonetheless. I would have loved to
have taken the urinal next to him but that would not follow custom, so I
took the third one down from him.

I unzipped and started my business. And then I decided that this was too
good to let pass, being alone in the toilet with a boy. It had never
happened to me before. I leaned back as far as I could and checked him
out. He had both hands by his crotch and he was looking down at the stream
of piss coming out. I leaned back in to my urinal.

Against my better judgment, I leaned back again and saw the same view. I
leaned back to my urinal. Then again I leaned back. I was really hoping to
see something. Again the same view. I leaned back to my urinal.

A fourth time I leaned back and surprise. His hands were now hanging down
at his sides, his eyes were looking straight ahead and his 3 inches were
mine to see. He stood like that, his cock a bright red, sticking out in
full view. After a second or two with my heart pounding, I leaned back to
my urinal.

When I looked again he was gone.

I finished up and left the men's room only to meet him again in the foyer.
Now this time he was standing near the women's entrance waiting on his mom.

He looked at me and then the floor. I passed without comment. How I wish I
would have smiled and said hi. But too late.

He showed me his stuff on purpose, without fear, his mom being right
outside the door. I wonder what he thought: `is my cock worthy, is it the
right size, do you like it?'  I wonder if he has a special friend. I hope
so.

Aaron Zane 2009.  aaron.zane@yahoo.co.id