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(c)Copywrite, 24 August 1987, San Diego, CA.
Glory-Hole
by
Mel Bridges
I had just gotten off work and was so fucking horney, I had to hold my
gym bag in front of me to keep from advertising the rock hard erection that I
was sporting. Before heading for my car, I went to the ground floor to check
my mail, it was a ritual that rarely produced results. There was no change.
The spider in that box was as happy as hell. Starting for the car once more,
I thought that maybe it was just a piss hard-on and stopped into the head to
drain myself by a quart or so. Both the urinals were occupied so I checked
the stalls, the first one was busy, so I took the one next to the wall.
As I entered the stall, I noticed that the tissue roller had apparently
been remounted a little further back than usual. The spot that had held it
before, was now a hole about the size of my thumb, otherwise it was clean.
Putting the bag in the corner in back of the toilet, I turned and unbuttoned
by 501's, letting them slide to the floor as I sat down. While in the act of
sitting, I noticed light coming through the hole, it went all the way through.
The guy in the next stall had finished, flushing the toilet, he left. I took
the opportunity of looking through the hole to see just what was visible. It
had been a screw hole for the tissue holder, but someone had reamed it out so
that it now gave a clear view of the stall next door. The center of the view
was right on the area where a guys crotch would be, but angled so far down,
that you scrunched down and look up into the hole, you would not be aware of
being watched. Unless of course you already knew about the hole. Right at
that moment, someone entered the stall next door and I pulled back to look
down at the feet and to get the fuck away from the hole before he had the
chance to look up it if he wanted to.
Gleaming combat boots and the bottoms of Marine cammies met my eye. He
sat a package next to the outside wall of his stall and proceeded through the
ritual of sitting down. I eased forward and quickly glanced down through the
hole. My neighbor had removed his cammie jacket and pulled the front of his
olive green t-shirt over his head, leaving his arms in the sleeves. This
bared his abdomen and chest and with dropping his pants, he was nude from his
forehead to his mid-calfs. He had leaned back against the wall so that his
face was not visible. This man was fucking hot. Right then, the door opened
and someone yelled in "Hey Bill, were going to take a walk around the outside
of the building and then go over to the snack bar, when you're through, catch
up. Ok?" My neighbor answered "ok, but I may be here a while." As the door
closed, his friend yelled back "no prob man, get there when ya can." The door
was closed and we were alone in the head, each in his own little room.
I was sitting there quietly watching as Tom's left hand began to slowly
rub over his chest and abdomen. His hair was brown, but he had spent so much
time in the sun without a shirt that the sun had bleached his body hair blond.
Beautiful rock-hard pecs and a true washboard abdomen were treated to
caressing of his left hand. The right hand moved down to his crotch, and
lifted out about 7" of uncut, cream colored cock. He stroked it slowly to
full attention and then grabbed it in his fist near the base, forcing the
blood into the had, making it change from throbbing red to dark purple.
Suddenly he leaned forward and I thought that he had saw the hole and didn't
want to be watched. "Nice Reebok's man, but then that's all I can see. See
anything that might interest you?" Fuck, of course he knew about the hole.
That's why he was here, for some hot action. "Just what I can see from your
chin to your knees. Especially what's in the middle." He chuckled, "good to
hear man, real good to hear." Right then the door opened and two or three
guys came in so we stopped talking. Tom leaned back and dropped his cock. He
ripped off a piece of toilet paper and reached down and pulled out a pen from
his cammie pants pocket and scribbled something on it. He then held the paper
and pen under the stall partition and I took it from him.
The note read, "they'll leave soon, I'm into sucking cock, and getting my
tight Marine ass fucked, how about you." Someone knew what I wanted. I wrote
back "I'm into fucking tight Marine asses, getting my cock sucked, and sucking
Marine cock. What are you going to do about it?" Passing the note back under
the partition, I looked through the hole and watched as he took it and read.
The other guys in the head had just left and he laughed out loud, "Perfect
dude, fuckin' perfect." I looked down and my hard cock had gotten totally
rigid. While I had not touched myself since my neighbor had arrived, there was
a pool of pre-cum that had dripped from my piss-slit to the floor between my
legs. This guy and the circumstance had me ready to cream without beating off.
I wrapped my hand around my cock and started to stroke it in a slow cork-screw
motion as I watched Tom next door stroke his dick. He continued to slowly rub
his hand over his chest and abdomen as he slid his hand up and down over his
meat. Low moans would escape his lips as me stimulated himself. "Wish I could
see your meat man," he asked. I stood up at the angle I thought he might be
able to see from his side and asked "how's that?" "Oh yeah, stroke that fucker
man." He could see. He also liked what he was seeing. "Wish I could touch
that thing man," he asked. I knelt down on the tile floor and pushed my knees
and lower abdomen under the partition. Tom did the same, but put his legs
inside mine and immediately grabbed a handfull of my cock and balls. He
squeezed and stroked me until I thought I would explode and asked him to back
off a little or this would be over faster than it started. Right then the
outside door opened and we scrambled to get up and back on our perspective
seats, just making it.
As the door closed on the visitor's exit, Tom said "I've got something
for you man," and the under the partition, he slipped a rubber. Ok, that
answers my questions about how far this was going. I took it and slipped it
on over my cock, it was one of the pre-lubricated ones. "Thanks for the gift"
"You don't understand, that's a tool, this is the gift." Tom got back down on
the floor, but was lying on his back. He raised his legs against the partition
so that his pale, tight ass was readily accessible. I got down on my knees and
placed my legs on each side of that perfect, rounded, white ass. I moistened
my finger and tickled his ass-hole with my finger, he moaned. Slipping the
finger his ass was a real project. He was tight, slowly increasing the
pressure, my finger popped through the clinching ring of his ass-hole. Tom
let out an exhalation of breath with one word in it, "oh." The inside of his
ass was hot and milked my finger as if asking for more. Tom began to wiggle
his ass back and forth begging me "come-on man, give me what I want." Inching
forward on my knees, I placed the head of my rubber sheathed cock against that
incredibly tight ass-hole and pushed. Tom grunted and pushed back as much as
the metal partition would allow. I leaned back and slid my legs three or four
more inches forward and pushed. "uugh", Tom grunted as the head of my dick
popped inside his ass. "That's it, that's what I want man." I began to rock
back and forth, making my cock slip in and out of his narrow chute. Tom was
moaning "oh, oh, oh, almost continuously. occasionally begging "fuck me man,
yeah that's it, fuck me good," Suddenly, the outside door opened and I yanked
my cock out as Tom lowered his legs and we both made it back to our seats as
the inside door opened. The excitement was driving me crazy. I was so fuckin'
horney that I didn't know if I could get off now.
"Hey you guys, I've locked the outside door so I can clean in here. Don't
worry, when you leave it will latch by itself. And guys, ..... enjoy
yourselves." The janitor giggled as he left. "I'll be fucked" Tom said. "I
was working on that, remember." We both burst into laughter. "Well, get it
back down here Marine." "Sir, yes sir!!" Tom got back to the floor quickly
and assumed the former position. Once more in forced my cock through that
tight ring of sphincter muscle. It was as if I hadn't been there before. With
the new freedom of not expecting sudden visitors, he became a little more vocal
"Come-on man, fuck the living shit out of me. Make my ass sore for me dude.
Everytime I sit down tomorrow, I want to know that you've been there." I
reached between my legs and grabbed his hips, pulling him another inch onto my
cock with more force each time I slid into him. Tom reached back with both
hands and pulled his asscheeks apart, hoping for that inch or more of meat that
the partition wouldn't allow in his hungry ass. Something kept scratching the
inside of my right leg, I looked down and it was a thin gold band on the little
finger of his left hand. No stones, just a filligre pattern. Keeping my left
hand on his right hip, I reached under the partition and wrapped my hand around
his wet dripping cock. "Yeah, that's it dude, work me man." As much as I
could move under that metal wall, I beat his stiff cock in time with fucking
his ass almost raw.
Slamming into his ass made my chest strike the stall and it made a low
booming noise, coupled with my grunts and Tom's groans and pleas to "fuck me
silly man," all of these combined should have brought security to check out who
was doing demolition and killing some guy at the same time. My breath caught,
I could feel that hot, tight feeling in the pit of my stomach that spread
rapidly to my balls. Spasmodically grunting out unintelligible sounds, I came.
My body shook and vibrated as Tom said "oh shit," and covered my right hand
with his hot cum. Our bodies jerking occasionally, we slowly caught our
breath. As my cock shrank, it slid out of Tom's welcome ass. I climbed back
onto the toilet seat and Tom lowered his legs, but lay on the floor for a
minute longer. I pulled the rubber off my cock and dropped it into the toilet,
taking a stretch of paper to clean myself off. I looked through the hole as
Tom climbed back onto his seat and watched as he cleaned his own cum off his
chest and abdomen. His skin gleamed from the thin layer of sweat that covered
him. "Whew! Thanks man, that was exactly what I needed. That's a nice piece
of cock you got there, it did me right." "Anytime you want this piece of meat,
check back here and we'll see." "Ok, I'll be looking for you, I'm generally
over here on Tuesdays and Thursdays, around the same time."
I stood and pulled up my 501's and tucked in my shirt. Flushing the
toilet, I opened the stall door and checked myself in the mirror. I looked a
little tired, but not fucked-out. There was always this evening. "Later dude."
"Yeah, see you around,......I hope." Leaving the head, I headed back for my
car and pulled out of the lot. For a change, I took the long way around the
building. As I passed the bus-stop, there was a Marine standing there,
desperately trying to thumb a ride. I pulled over and waved him to come on.
He ran up to the van just as the window came down and placed his left hand on
the window. "Are you going over by the 22 area?" "Yeah, hop in." It was then
I noticed the thin gold ring on the little finger of his left hand, with a
simple filligre pattern to it. He looked to be about 6' even and around 170
pounds. His goodlooking smiling face held inquisitive green eyes and thick
eyelashes that had been bleached by the sun. He reached up and took off his
cammie cap, his Marine short, golden-brown hair almost stubble. "Fuck, I
missed the bus back, I really appreciate this man." "Don't worry, it's no
problem." Leaning back in the seat, he closed his eyes and his right hand
began to knead his cock under the cover of the cap he had placed in his lap.
"Man, I'm fuckin' dogged out." "But, you did get what you needed didn't you?"
Smiling, he said "I got that man." Then his eyes opened and for the first time
he looked at me. "What did you say," he asked. "I said that getting your ass
fucked under the partition in the ground floor head can make you both late and
tired,....right?" Tom looked pale for a moment and then looked down at my
shoes. "Yeah, I said they are nice Reeboks."