August 10th, I go to the washroom at the food court. There are 3 urinals, no dividers. There is a guy in the first stall, I can see his feet below the partition. A guy is standing at the 3rd urinal. I stand in front of the first urinal. I take out my cock to piss, holding it with my left hand. I peek over at him. He is holding his cock with his right hand, but, I can see the tip of his cut cock. As I piss, I glance over again. I can see more of his cock now. He is not pissing but slowly stroking his cock. Unabashedly, I watch him. He looks at me. I have finished pissing. I move my left hand off my cock and hold it with my right hand. He moves over to the middle urinal. I reach over with my right hand and latch onto his cock. His cock is short, maybe 4 inches. My left hand tucks my cock back in my pants. As I stroke him, he undoes more of his pants and pulls his nuts out of the fly opening. I fondle them for a moment and go back to stroking his cock. His breathing gets deeper and his hips move back and forth. I increase the speed of my strokes and cum gushes out into the urinal. I slow down my strokes but don’t quit stroking his cock until no more cum drips out. I give him a pat on the bum with my left hand, it doesn’t have cum on it, and go to the sinks. I wash up, and dry my hands on a paper towel, zip up and leave with a shit-eating grin on my face.
August 22nd, I go to the same washroom. Eureka, he is there again at the far urinal. Again, I see feet in the stall. I quietly jerk him off again. This time we wash up at the sinks and leave together. There are 2 doors to this washroom, about 12 feet apart. I stop him between the closed doors and ask, “Didn’t I jerk you off about a week ago?” He chuckles and says, “Yeah, you did!” Now, we are both smiling.