GLORY HOLE
 Donated by Joel Eldon on 5/5/86

When I entered the stall I didn't think twice about the guy sitting 
in the next john. But as I sat there, I began to hear him 
breathing. It was loud and faster than normal and I started to 
wonder about him. Then I noticed the hole in the partition. I don't 
know why I didn't see it right away -- it was the size of the top 
of a beer can, cut out of the wood and sanded smooth, just like it 
had been done by a carpenter.

I was done with the toilet, but I just sat there, feeling his 
presence. From where I sat, I couldn't see his face, but it felt 
like he was watching me through the hole. Down below the divider I 
could see his feet. He had on old work shoes. He must have been a 
grip or something, because the john was behind a soundstage near 
the back of the studio lot.

His feet sort of rocked back and forth and then he slid his foot 
closer to my side of the wall. From the rhythm of the movement, he 
had to be masturbating and it seemed like he wanted me to know.

It was weird. All I had seen were this guys feet and that big hole 
in the wall, and my chest begin to pound. I had never experienced 
anything like this before. I'd been with lots of women and even 
blown by men a few times, but never a complete stranger. But I was 
turned on-- my cock was stirring between my legs. And for some 
reason I could tell I was going to let this scene play out.

I waited for him to make some kind of move, but he just didn't. 
Finally, I took a breath and slowly leaned forward to look though 
the hole. Old jeans were halfway down his legs and he had muscular 
thighs that were lean and hairy. The curls of hair got thicker as 
my view moved up toward his crotch. One hand hung across his thigh 
just below his balls. Then I saw his other hand. He had it in a 
fist and it was wrapped around a cock that was long and hard. He 
must have spit on it because his cock was glistening wet and his 
fist slid up and down the length of it.

I just stared -- I'd never seen anything like it. The head of his 
prick was round and smooth and it seemed wider than the shaft. It 
was like a big red knob and as his fingers stroked up to the tip, 
clear juice oozed out of the slit.

He leaned forward and I sat back, excited and maybe nervous about 
what he might want. His face came close to the hole and he peered 
through at my crotch. He watched and I looked down as my dick 
throbbed and thickened until it was hard as a rock and jutting 
straight into the air. I slid my hand down to my balls and felt how 
heavy and full they were. The skin was hot to touch. The man was 
watching intently and it made me even hotter.

"I want to suck your big cock." His voice was low and strong and I 
could see his mouth as he licked his thick lips and whispered, 
"give it to me."

I rose to my feet and turned to face him. I didn't care about the 
risk. I didn't care if he knew who I was. I didn't care that all 
I'd seen of this man was his dick and his mouth. I just wanted it. 
I wanted my hard cock in his mouth and I didn't care. He said, Come 
on you hot fucker give it to me."

I pushed forward to the wall and felt his lips part and wet tongue 
slide down the shaft of my cock. He did't stop. In one smooth, slow 
motion he swallowed every inch of my cock. I was buried, the whole 
eight thick inches deep in his throat, my stomach pressed hard 
against the wall, and his lips nestled in my pubic hair.

My hands went up and held on to the top of the partition and I 
sucked in a gasp of air. His mouth slid back, all the way off the 
tip of my dick and then immediately back down again to the pubes. 
He was unbelievable. Then he did it again. And again, and again, 
until it became a slow, regular motion. It was a smooth, rhythmic 
milking and I've been around a bit, but I'd never felt anything 
close to it before.

I wanted to make the sensation last forever, but I just couldn't. 
The cumm was pounding in my balls and I began to buck and thrust 
into the hole. The suddenness and the danger and the excitement of 
it, and the intensity and the heat and the tightness of his throat 
were just too much for me. I heard myself moaning but I didn't care 
if anyone heard. I could feel the cumm churning, and then start to 
burst through the full length of my cock and down deep into his 
throat. I pounded into his face and he just sucked, deeply and 
hungrily, until there wasn't any cumm left inside me.

My orgasm subsided and I clung there, sweating against the wall, my 
cock through a hole and inside this masculine stranger's mouth. He 
pulled back and I felt his tongue gently licking and cleaning my 
softening dick.

I just stood there in a blissful state, trying to catch my breath, 
when I heard the swing of the outer door. We both scrambled back 
onto the toilets as the door opened. Footsteps moved across the 
tile to a urinal, and then a loud stream of piss hit the water.

Before I could get my wits about me, the toilet next door flushed 
and this brilliant cocksucker was up and out of his stall. He said 
a gruff 'howdy' to whoever it was pissing, washed his hands and 
then strode out the door, not missing a beat. He was as casual and 
everyday as anyone could possibly be.

But not me. My skin was flushed and my head was reeling. This whole 
experience wasn't even like anything I'd ever thought about. That 
cumm had been like an explosion, more powerful than any in my life. 
So I just sat there, letting it soak in and waiting until I could 
cool out and make a reasonable exit.

Meanwhile, the man at the urinal kept pissing. This guy must have 
downed a six pack, because it was so loud and seemed to last 
forever. I guess my time frame was distorted, because I wanted him 
out of there, so I could wash my face and get my shit together to 
look normal. Finally, the pissing stopped and then-- nothing. It 
sunded like he was just standing there. This went on a couple of 
minutes until I just couldn't take it anymore. So I stood and 
flushed and started to zip up, and then his heels moved across 
floor and he as suddenly in the stall next door.

I just froze there. I don't know why. It was a perfect opportuity 
to get out without having to be seen, but I just stood there. 
Obviously he wasn't there for the toilet, or he would have gone 
there immediately. Something in me was dying to know if he was 
after my cock like the last guy. I didn't think I could come again, 
but I just had to know.

So I stood there and bent slightly to watch his feet. He was 
wearing dirty, well-worn cowboy boots, like lots of lighting and 
camera guys do. But he didn't sit. He just latched the door and 
then his boots faced my side of the stall.

My heart was pounding hard again. I didn't think he could be a cop 
or like that, but I was scared. Every second I stood there made me 
look more guilty, but I guess the same was true for him too. So I 
put myhand against the partition to steady myself and slowly 
started to bend down. I was going to tie my shoe as cover if I had 
to look legitimate.

I didn't have to. When my face came to the hole I got an eyeful. He 
was standing directly in front of it, jeans around his knees, no 
underwear, slowly beating his meat with one hand and squeezing his 
hairy balls with the other. He must have started while he was at 
urinal, because his cock was completely hard.

I sucked in a breath and just watched. I'd never seen a man's cock 
that close before. It was inches from my face. I had jerked off 
with guys when I was thirteen, but it was nothing like this.

His cock seemed huge. I guess it was just a little bigger than 
mine, but from that angle it seemed like a foot long. It was 
different from the guy's who just sucked me. It was thick and meaty 
and smooth. It was erect, but it almost looked soft, like it was 
this hard all the time.

I don't know how long I watched, but eventually I sat my ass down 
on the toilet seat and began squeezing my cock through my pants. It 
was already hard, and it worked its way out of my briefs and it 
throbbed against my thigh. I waited for the man to back off and 
look through the hole so I could pull out my dick while he watched. 
But he didn't back off.

He just stroked his big meat slowly and powerfully. His hands were 
veined and muscular, but the movement was sensual. This guy loved 
his cock as much as I love mine. His breathing got more intense and 
one of his hands went to the wall to support himself. With the 
other, he concentrated on his balls and squeezing the base of his 
dick until it got even harder.

Then he did something that hadn't occurred to me. While he was 
squeezing, he began a slow pumping with his hips. With each 
gyration he moved his cock closer and closer to the hole. The blood 
in my ears really started to pound and I pulled my face back. His 
cock just kept coming, slowly through the wall, first the head, and 
then inch by inch of his shaft, moving in time to his slow pumping.

I just watched. Stupified. When his cock was all the way through, 
it just hung there, making little pulses, and I could see his hand 
working at his balls. He lifted them and pushed them through hole 
and they rested against the wood below his shaft. Then his hands 
went to hold the top of the partition, just like mine had, ten 
minutes earlier.

I was overwhelmed. His hard dick was just pushed through the hole, 
hanging into my stall. He seemed content just to wait there, 
pumping against the wall, whie I took it all in. After a long 
moment, I watched my hand slowly reach out, as if on its own, and 
my fingers wrapped around the length of his magnificent cock It was 
warm and hard and it was alive. And then somehow I knew that I was 
in control and that his was something I wanted to do.

He moaned softly when my fingers touched his skin. I slid my fist 
up and down the smooth shaft, just like I would do for myself. He 
ground his hips against the wall and I could tell I was doing it 
right. I brouht my other hand up and cupped his balls. They were 
warm and massive and his sack was hairy.

His whole body shuddered. I ran my thumb over the head, and squezed 
his prick with a milking kind of motion, and that brought a 
glistening, clear drop of pre-cumm juce to the tip. It sat there 
like a pearl, on tiny pink lips at the head of his cock. I squeezed 
again, more oozed out, and ran down the head and onto my thumb.

I had to taste it. I know it seems obvious, but it came to me ike a 
brilliant new idea, and so I did it. The juice on my thumb tasted 
smooth, maybe a little salty, but only in a pleasant way. I didn't 
think twice. My tongue slid out and I took another taste, directly 
from the slit at the end of his dick. Then I licked the head, and 
moved my lips over the whole knob of it.

His body shuddered again and his voice hissed in a low whisper. 
"Suck it, baby. Suck it, little cocksucker."

The words just burned in my ears. It sounded so filthy, so foul, 
but for some bizarre reason, it wasn't offensive. It was 
reassuring, it sounded right. And it made me hotter and hotter and 
I wanted to swallow this cowboy's cock all the way down my throat 
like the first man had done for me.

I pushed forward, as much as I could, but I only got about half way 
down. My mouth was stuffed and there was just no place to put any 
more. I pulled back, softly sucking and caressing with my tongue as 
I did. He moaned and I slid back down on it. This time it went a 
little farther, but then he pulled back and began to pump. It was 
happening so fast. I wanted time to learn and to get it right, but 
he pumped faster, with short strokes that moved half his prick in 
and out of my mouth.

My saliva was flowing and the cock head slid easily back and forth 
between my lips. This lasted maybe a minute before he began to 
tremble and moan and the pumping became more wild. I took the 
opportunity to push my face forward and see if more of his thick 
hose could fit into my mouth, but it couldn't. So I just held there 
and sucked as he pounded half way into my face.

Suddenly, I felt him tense. His cock throbbed hard and it began to 
swell. I don't know how, but it got even larger. When he pulled 
back I could see that the skin was stretched taut and it was red 
and wet and as hard as it could get.

It was enormous. My mouth was open wide and it was stuffed with his 
meat. He pressed the cock into me and I felt a shot of cumm spurt 
into my mouth. He moaned loudly, then pulled back, and my lips went 
after his cock to suck out more cumm. I thought he was pulling 
away, but he was just making a bigger thrust. And when I moved 
forward, he plunged immediately back to me. It happened in an 
instant. I felt back of my mouth open and give, and then suddenly, 
his cock was all the way down my throat, shooting a stream of cumm. 
Before I could start to gag it was moving out again. I tasted his 
salty juice on my tongue and then he thrust all the way in again.

He kept fucking my face until I had swallowed every drop. I din't 
take his cock all the way down to the base but I got most of it. I 
didn't gag and it wasn't gross. It was like I was in a trance and I 
just sucked and swallowed.

His dick was still hard, but as soon as he stopped cumming he 
pulled it out. I wanted to lick it and watch it soften, but he 
stepped back, pulled some toilet paper and began to wipe himself 
clean. I just knelt there at the hole, watching him clean his dick. 
He pulled up his jeans and fastened them, buckled a big silver 
cowboy belt, and walked right out. I didn't even see his face. He 
was out the door before I could even get up off my knees.

My cock was still in my pants, hard as a poker, and there was a big 
wet stain from all the pre-cumm that had oozed out. My throat was 
sore and salty. When I tried to clear it and I could feel that my 
voice was shakey. I had hardly any lines to say in the scene we 
were shooting after lunch, but I had to get it together quick, I 
was going to be late.

I washed up at the sink as best I could and headed back to makeup 
on the set. I thought about a lot of stuff during that short walk. 
Things were really different. When I went into that john I wasn't 
the slighest bit horny, but even after all that incredible sex,I 
was horny now. But also, I was feeling a kind of horniness that was 
new to me.

I never felt that hunger before, but now it was all I could think 
about. I just savored the feeling and knew that it could wait. With 
three or four weeks left to shoot on this job, there would be 
fifteen or twenty more hours to have lunch.

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