and weekends I would ride by bike to the park. I often stopped by the restrooms and I loved reading the graffiti about pussy and dicks. Sometimes When I was in the stall, somebody enter the restroom and they would peek over the wall at me, but I would cover up and then quickly leave. A few times I would enter and notice the stall door was slightly open, only to look and see someone in the stall. I would catch a quick glance at his dick before running out. I was at the