This is a true story by Michael Stewart, written for NYC's Pier BBS in 1988.
Copyright (c) 1988, all rights reserved; permission granted to the "Nifty
Andrew" archive for online "publication" and distribution.

Comments and lewd propositions may be sent to Michael at
brooklyn@yorick.ny.cybernex.net

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                           "Hotel Hand-Job"


The Diary of Michael Stewart:  Saturday, February 27, 1988 -

     I'd accepted an invitation from a couple of friends to go with them to
a science-fiction convention in the city.  I haven't been to one in a
while, and besides, I hadn't seen the friends in a while, either, so I
figured, what the hell...
     After a bit, I decided to use the john.  Like every hotel, the Penta
had a reputation as having a couple of bathrooms where stuff went on, but I
didn't expect anything, considering the nature of the event.  Boy, was I
wrong!
     I sat down in a stall, and immediately noticed the glory holes drilled
into the marble walls on either side of me.  They weren't all that big, but
there were a couple of them, and if I held my head in a certain way, I was
sure I could get a good view of my "next-door neighbor."  As I said though,
I wasn't expecting anything here, so I fought my usual inclination to peer
through the holes.
     Until I saw an eye peering through at ME!  That did it - my dick
sprang up hard, and I almost ruptured myself against the fucking toilet
seat.  I stroked and looked back, to show that I was interested.
     After a minute or so, he removed his eye from the hole, and I put mine
up to it to get a look at him.  Hot!  About 20, cleanshaven, dark curly
hair, cute face, hairy legs and arms, blue eyes...I couldn't tell much
more; obviously, my field of vision was rather limited.  I couldn't see his
dick from that angle, but I could tell he was jerking it from the way his
arm was moving.
     Naturally, I wanted to see more!  I bent down and tried to look under
the stall wall.  Couldn't see much, though, just a pair of white Avia high-
top sneakers at the bottom of a pair of denim-covered legs.  I went back
to looking through the little holes.
     He stood up, and turned toward the holes, stroking his cock in my
direction, so I finally got to see it.  Nice!  Average, maybe 6" long, and
REAL hard.  He was stroking it up and down slowly, more to show it off than
to get it off.  He sat back down and put his eye (definitely blue!), up to
the biggest hole.
     I figured I oughta return the favor, so I stood up and did what he
did.  I'm sure he quite literally got an eye-full!  I stroked for a minute
or two, and hefted up my balls, so he could get a look at those, too!  Then
I sat down.
     This must have turned him on...when I looked back through the hole, he
was staring through one of the other holes, and really pounding his dick. 
I kept my vantage point, and was doing the same.  This was odd - no
physical contact, no real look at the guy, and here I was close to getting
off.
     He stood up suddenly, turned back to the hole, and put the head of his
dick up to it real close - and shot his load right through the hole!  Shit!
Thank God none of it got on me...but it was enough to send me over the
edge, and I had to grab my shirt and hike it up real fast, as I leaned back
and blew my load all over my stomach.
     As I was wiping up the cum and getting myself together, I heard his
stall door slam open and the sneakered feet heading toward the door.  I
never even got a look at him.  I spent the rest of the afternoon looking
for that combination of sneakers, jeans and gray shirt, but to no avail.
     And my friends wondered why I came back from the john with a smile on
my face!