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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."