Restroom surprise

When I was growing up in Kansas in the 1950s and 1960s, I discovered the special restroom in the city park near my parents house. I would ride my bicycle over to the park in the afternoons or on Sunday morning when I knew it would be busy. I liked to go in and say hi to any men that were in there. I was always the only boy. It made me feel special and excited, after I learned that they liked to watch me play with myself. I would go to the last stall, there were six, and go in and stand on the toilet lid and pull my pants down and begin to masterbate. The old men would stand around the open stall door and watch me. Sometime one of them would start sucking another one right in front of me. They were my grandpas age and it made me hot to see old men doing that. One summer day in around 1960, I was doing just this in front of three old men. As often, there was a man in the next stall watching through a glory hole. I couldn’t see him at all but heard him jerking off in the stall. This man was beating his cock so hard and panting, that I got off the toilet lid and put my boys hand at the hole and said show us mister. There was this hesitation, but he was so hot he gave in. I stroked it, tried to close my hand around it, but it was too thick. Suddenly he just started cumming and said Ricky, only the people on my mothers side of the family call me Ricky.