I was sitting on a bench having my sandwich lunch in the precinct of the cathedral one warm summer day. Dotted around on the grass between the gravestones were various people enjoying the sun and one another's caller. It was the lunch time of day, so lots of young - and older - masses had come out to get some twelve noon sun. Many were sitting with Friend, laughing, chatting and eating, while some were just laying on the smoke sunning themselves.

My eyes were drawn to one Lester Willis Young man who came and sat cross-legged on the grass a inadequate distance away and proceeded to take out a sandwich and a bottle of coke. He took them out of a Lady Jane Grey shoulder-bag he was carrying, from which he also produced a book. He proceeded to read his book while he ate his lunch.

He was about 19 or 20, clean shaven, with dark brown tomentum a piffling bit long and dishevel but very flattering - in a sort of David Cassidy mode. His figure was melt off and he was wearing and white shirt and light Lady Jane Grey trousers and he had been carrying a picket grey tweed sports crownwork, which now lay neatly folded on the ground beside him. While he remained sitting in the sun some yards from me, I quietly observed him from my anonymous position on the bench in the shade.

Having finished his lunch, he continued reading his Word but now he stretched out on the grass on his side, his heading propped up on one cubital joint. I now had a gracious view of him with his human foot nearer to me than his face and his unit body illuminated by the sun. His pant were fairly besotted and I could induce out the Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe of a gibbosity around his genitals where his pant were stretched as he lay there on his position, still reading.

He stayed in this attitude for a while but then he rolled over onto his forepart on the flat grass facing away from me, with his head propped up on his elbow and his record in front of him. At first, I felt a bit foil because I had lost my view of that interesting bulge but by way of compensation, I now had a lovely sight of his bum, nicely covered by the soused grayness material of his pant. It was not a articulate nates, just dainty and well-rounded, and as if to provoke my interest further, he spread his legs a little on the Grass, so that I had a view of him right up between his legs to his crotch, now pressed hard on the flat grass.

I don't know what it was he was reading ; it was either something a bit racy or something very slow, because I soon began to notice - fixed as my gaze was on his delightful seat - that he seemed to be alternately clenching and unclenching his cheek. I became quite fascinated and quickly realised that he was arousing himself against the compressed surface of the grass. There had been no pelting for weeks, so the footing was very dry ; the grass had also not been cut recently, so it was still quite thick and soft. My heart began to flutter as my imaging undressed him, to reveal his naked consistence and those milky-white buttocks, clenching and unclenching, on a bed before me.

As if to affirm my misgiving as to what he was doing, he surreptitiously rolled onto his side a little at one point and put his hand down in movement of himself - obviously to adapt his tackle - and then he returned to his flat-on-the-grass position. The clenching and unclenching now began again but there seemed to be another kind of movement developing ; now, with each clench he seemed to raise himself slightly up on his elbows, and then with every unclenching, he went down again. He was clearly, and deliberately, getting very aroused.

Some metre had now elapsed while all this had been going on and he must have realised that his lunch hour was fast disappearing because I saw him stop what he was doing and look at his watch. He then rolled over, back into the cross-legged position, and then he stood up to sweep any dust and light grass off his front. As he did so, he was still facing my direction and I couldn't help but notice a humble damp fleck in the front of his trousers, just below his belt and to the right hand of his flies. Knowing that the solid ground was very dry, I knew it couldn't be damp green goddess, so there was only one other thing it could be ; he must have been so aroused that his pre-cum had soaked through his underclothes into his trousers. Was it even possible that he had actually aroused himself to orgasm and had cum in his underclothes ? While I had been watching ? He had me totally mesmerized.

He collected up his things, put his playscript away in his bag, shook his jacket crown out and put it on, before walking off in the steering of a span of big office buildings on the other side of meat of the Cathedral precinct. I decided to play along him ; I don't know why. I guess I was just so spellbound by that brief peck of a dull plot of ground on his front end, that I followed him all the way into one of the bureau building. In those sidereal day there was minuscule in the way of certificate in federal agency buildings and, in this one, there were many renter and small businesses, so there were lots of multitude coming and going in the lobby. Before I realised what I was doing, I had followed him into this unusual building and I saw him disappear into the gents at the back of the ground floor hall. Now my imagination and curiosity were both working overtime ; he was either going in there to clean-up after making a peck in his underwear - or he was going in to land up off what he had started outside ! So I followed him in.

Inside the can, there was just one man at the urinals and there were four stall to one side. The carrel at this end was occupied but the others were free and he went straight into the one at the far end. So I immediately went into the one adjacent to him. So as not to pull in suspicion, I took down my trousers and sat down, while I could hear him succeeding doorway undoing his belt buckle and then also sitting down. I saw his black slip-on shoe under the partition to my side and his grey trouser slightly crumpled around his ankles.

It was then that I realised that there was a small hole in the sectionalization at my incline, just beside the toilet whorl holder, where a old screw-hole had obviously been enlarged by successive attempts with an motley of pen-knives and pointed instruments. The hole was quite pocket-size but when I looked through it, I could see the top of his bare genu in the adjoining cubicle. The hole didn't give me a wide field of view but I could just see that he seemed to have his legs spread apart a little and the arm nearest to me appeared to be on his bare leg with his hand down his front. The glimpse of this young man's near desolation was immediately arousing.

Outside the cubicles, there was some activity, with diverse comings and goings and washing of hands etc, so he probably wasn't too aware of me in the next cubicle. I don't think he was aware of the little spy-hole either. Either that or he was too intent on getting on with what he had started because, through the gob, I saw him now shuffle forwards and lean back, to divulge a completely naked tummy and a delicious bush of duncish brown hair, from which was sprouting a very beautiful erection in his hired man. My core skipped a measure as I strained my position in front of the golf hole and was able-bodied to see that his foreskin was drawn back and the head of his phallus was glistening with slimy pre-cum.

My substance skipped a few more measure as he began slowly stroking his slippery tool up and down with just the tip of his fingers. It was absolutely rock-hard and every so often, I would just find little blobs of pre-cum oozing out of the top of his organ as he continued this conciliate foreplay of himself, completely unaware that anyone was deriving just as a great deal enjoyment from it as he was. In fact, by this point, I had forced my arm awkwardly between my wooden leg so as to get my own finger around my prick, which was also issuing copious juices and was already fit to burst !

Gently but firmly, he continued sliding his finger's breadth up and down his swollen Hammond organ, which must have been a undecomposed eight inch long and was pointing straight up in the air from his thick Bush of pubic hair's-breadth surrounded by an almost hairless, milky-white tummy and thighs. Then I noticed the rhythm of his stroking modification and become firmer and more earnest and I detected his body shaking as he began to approach his culmination. Suddenly, his hand stopped and just gripped his instrument, intemperately and pointing dead true upwards ; and then he came. number 1 there was just a petty spurt of whiten cum, quickly followed by a jet of jism that shot straight up in the air and came down on his hand in figurehead of my eyes, just as another crack went up, not quite as far this fourth dimension, which landed on his hairless tummy, followed by 3 or 4 small-scale spurts that dribbled down over his hand into the fatheaded brown mat that was his pubic hair. His fingers moved just a little, up and down, to boost the last few ejaculations.

His paw and bush were covered in cum by now, and I saw him slack and take a breather in deeply. I couldn't mastery myself ; the excitation of what I had just secretly watched caused my own tool to erupt into my hand, still pushed down between my ramification in the toilet on which I had been sitting. As I came uncontrollably, my vision went vacuous and my head fell forward and hit the division above where I was looking through the spy-hole ; if I had given away my situation in the adjacent carrel, it didn't topic anymore ! My heart was pounding in my throat, as I gasped for breathing space in relief.

He must have been clearing up his own mess while I was clearing mine because I heard the toilet paper being torn a few times and then rustling and then movement, as he got up and adjusted himself. I waited for him to sluice the toilet and go out to lap his mitt before I did the Saame. As I left the cubicle, he had his back to me at the sink and in the mirror, our eyes met as I moved alongside him at the cesspool. As I did this, I looked directly into his adorable brown eyes, winked at him and grinned, a knowing smile.
Instantly, I saw in his fount the embarrassing realisation that I knew what he had been doing, and he flushed bright red in his cheeks and looked away. His hands barely touched the roller-towel on the wall, as he shot out of the gents like a greyhound from a ambuscade, never to be seen again.

Perhaps now you understand my choice of name when I first registered on this site !