Restrooms by the Lake

Restrooms by the Lake Part-1-of-1

At age twenty-seven I realized that I'm like a lot of men the world over. Men who consider themselves essentially straight but men who aren't opposed, however, to receiving an occasional blowjob from guys who offer it with no strings attached. Men who would blow their load down another guy's throat with no real involvement, no reciprocation and, more often than not, without a word being spoken.

Around this time, I recalled reading somewhere that if you let a guy suck your dick then you're definitely not straight. Taking this into consideration, I inwardly accepted that I'm to some degree bisexual. And, having actually enjoyed a one-week fling with my neighbor's son while they were on vacation and he was home alone, an affair that included my both fucking and being sucked by him.

I accepted that my occasional walks on the wild side were probably more adventurous than those of the average 'accidental tourist.'

Having completed my degree, I struggled to set up my own business. My shingle was there for all to see but it seemed to take forever to establish a solid client base.

To help with cash my flow, I took on the odd weekend gig as a vocalist with a local country and western band. I also did some work as a male model, it was mostly sports and swim-wear for magazines but also the occasional shoot for fashion houses. Being tall, blonde, blue-eyed and slim was a distinct asset. Having a somewhat innocent air that showed up on camera was also an advantage. I found I could easily do the appealing or angelic look for the camera but, when required, I found I could also project seemingly untapped reserves of sensuality.

Now, both the entertainment and the fashion businesses are great hunting grounds for casual sexual liaisons. A good percentage of the guys are gay so I had less competition than one might expect for the favors of a great many very attractive young women. Conservatively, I'd say I got to hook up with at least a hundred different women over a two-year period.

I love eating and fucking pussy so I was in Pussy Heaven throughout this period. No strings, no commitments, just a sexual banquet that should have satisfied me fully. But it didn't. Not fully. I was always aware that the best blowjobs I'd ever received were from guys. And I sometimes found myself hankering to fuck a nice tight ass too.

But not a girl's ass. That has never appealed to me. Why bother with the back door when girls have such a glorious playground out front?

No, I definitely craved an occasional blowjob from a guy and I had wonderful memories of the one brief period during which I'd fucked my neighbor's son up the ass. I knew I needed to do so again one day and soon.

One of the gay assistants on a fashion shoot told me of a place he often visited. A men's restroom at the beach by the water's edge where some of the stalls had holes in the partition. Holes through which one could stick his dick and receive a blowjob from a complete stranger on the other side of the partition. . I gathered that there are guys who simply live to suck dick and that such men would happily accommodate anyone seeking relief.

It took a while, but eventually my curiosity and cravings got the better of me. One mid-summer afternoon, I drove to the place that the assistant had told me about. I parked my car, a two year old Chevrolet as inconspicuously as possible.

Since it was more or less a park setting, the restrooms were well-screened by trees and shrubbery.

As casual as possible I sauntered into the men's room, doing my best to look like a guy in need of a piss.

There was quite a number of cars parked amongst the trees, so it came as no great surprise that the urinal trough was fully occupied, as were the individual stalls. So I leaned against a wall and waited for a vacancy.

I guess my arrival had caused the guys at the urinal to pause in whatever they were really there to do. After a while, however and after a few nervous glances at me, the bolder ones reached out to touch the dicks beside them.

I even received a few nods, smiles and gestures intended to encourage me to squeeze in amongst them. But I just shook my head and smiled right back. I wasn't big on auditioning before a group. I was determined to wait until one of the stalls was vacated.

And, as I waited and surprised that it was done so openly, watched men jacking each other off and I could hear noises from stalls. It sounded like someone bumping the dividing walls. My cock swelled at the thought of what might be happening inside them.

At last a commode was flushed and a guy emerged from one of the middle stalls. He wasn't big on making eye-contact and left quickly.

I immediately claimed the empty stall. After carefully wiping the seat with big wads of toilet paper, I sat down to admire the view. The first thing that caught my eye was the amount of graffiti all over the door and the walls. There were advertisements like "35yo guy wants to suck your cock - afternoons 3-4pm." There were testimonials like "The guy in the red Nissan has a huge uncut dick." There were also warnings like "Beware - cops patrol here at night."

And there were even short stories like "Sucked off six guys in here today and swallowed gallons of hot jizz."

The art work was a treat too.

Of course I also noted the holes at eye level on either side of me. The partitions were of fairly thin plywood, probably about 1/2" thickness and the holes were much smaller than what I'd once seen in a porno movie. They were only a little over two inches in diameter and the edges were not softened with tape. They did look, though, like someone had made an effort to file away any jagged spot that might injure those who ventured through.

I became aware of an eye on either side of me. My neighbors were apparently expecting me to display my wares. I unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled my pants down to my knees.

Then I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and my briefs joined my pants. Knowing I was being watched I and started to stroke my cock. Slowly at first and then faster and faster. After a couple of minutes I added playing with my balls.

At the risk of sounding vain, I have quite a nice dick, or so I've often been told. It's uncut, thick and over eight-inches long. I also have a pair of plump low-hanging balls.

It wasn't long before a finger started waggling through the hole to my right. Being naïve and having no idea what that meant, I leaned forward and a face came into view. He was a pleasant-looking guy, mid-30s perhaps and because I didn't understand the finger signal, he motioned that I should stick my cock through the hole.

I realize that's what I came, but I hesitated for a moment. All sorts went through my mind. What if he had a knife on the other side? What if he collected severed dicks as souvenirs or paperweights? Was my dick too thick to fit through the hole comfortably? What if I got stuck or got splinters?

But summoning up my courage, I stood and put my cockhead and about an inch or so of shaft through the hole.

It did turn to be a snug fit but not injuriously so. I was immediately enveloped by warmth and wetness. I could feel a tongue swirling around the head and lapping at the pre-cum oozing from my pee-slit. His fingers tugged at me, demanding more. Pushing forward I allowed my dick to go through the hole all the way to the hilt with my balls pressed against the plywood wall. This guy was obviously no novice. Indeed he was a master of his trade.

I once saw a video of a python swallowing a small mammal. I remember marveling at the peristaltic movements as the snake's prey was rhythmically engulfed by irresistible movements. So it was with my first ever glory-hole blowjob. I could feel lips, tongue, mouth and muscles irresistibly drawing me deeper and tighter and harder into and down my anonymous neighbor's throat. It was fantastic. The warmth, the rippling contractions, the movements...they were almost unbearably erotic.

And my situation, the danger of sex in a public place, the anonymity provided by the partition separating us, the isolation of my cock. All these factors contributed to the eroticism.

I felt no need to work my hips and pump in and out of his mouth. It was magical enough just to lean against that wall and feel myself being siphoned to orgasm.

I wasn't sure about the etiquette involved. Does one withdraw before shooting in the other guy's mouth? Does one warn him? Should I whisper "I'm gonna cum"? Indecision didn't reign for long. My cock swells even larger so I knew I was about to blow. And this guy was obviously experienced because he could tell too. I felt an added urgency in his movements. I pressed even harder against the wall. I thought: "Here. Take every damned inch." I began to tremble and had to hold on to the top of the partition to steady myself. And then it happened. I exploded into this anonymous stranger's mouth and down his throat.

I know I squirt a hell of a lot of cum when I'm super-aroused and, believe me, this had been the best blowjob I'd ever had so I was definitely super-aroused.

I must have overwhelmed this guy's mouth. I heard gulping sounds and I felt his throat clasp firmly around the head of my dick as I spurted into him. There was no abrupt disengagement. He continued to milk me.

He moved back until only the head, so tender from having just blown a load and helped himself to the last small droplets. Only then did he let me slip out of his mouth. Once free then could I withdraw my dick from the hole. I slumped weakly against the wall, deliciously drained and momentarily exhausted.

I assumed that my anonymous benefactor jacked himself off while sucking me. Or maybe he'd just had his quota of cum for the day. Whatever the reason, I heard him arranging his clothing, flushing the toilet and leaving.

I sat down on the commode and re-played things over again in my head. I was a very happy and satisfied young man. And I was still half-hard as I reflected on the pleasure I'd just enjoyed. That's when I remembered the other hole. I suddenly realized that whoever was on the other side of me had probably been staring at my ass for the last ten minutes or more. I looked to my left and sure enough, there was an eye peering at me. Moreover, someone had quickly replaced my recent benefactor to the right so again, there was an eye checking me out on either side.

I stroked my cock for a few minutes. Moisture continued to ooze out of my pee-split. Perhaps the last dregs of cum or perhaps fresh dribbles of pre-cum. Whichever, I was stiffening again.

I'm a very democratic man. I thought it only fair that I should first turn my attention to the guy who'd been watching my rear end for so long. But when I looked through the hole to my left, I saw a very bleary eye. The guy moved his head back so he could wiggle his finger through the hole. I could see that he was in my 25-year-old opinion `ancient.' And not the least attractive either.

In my youth, there were limits to my democratic leanings and limits to my benevolence too. I wasn't about to plunge my dick into such an old mouth. I'm older now and I hope wiser too. But back then I decided to ignore the poor fellow on my left. Even to the point of stuffing toilet paper in the hole so he could no longer see through it. Mean of me, I know, but such is the arrogance of youth.

To my surprise, something was pushed through the hole on my right. But it wasn't a cock. It was a slip of paper wrapped around a pencil. I took read, "Fuck me."

Well, that was certainly short and to the point. But I wasn't inclined to shove my dick into some strange guy's ass-hole. Even if I'd wanted to do so I had no condom. And I wasn't about to risk going bare-back.

I scribbled "No" and passed the paper and pencil back through to him. At the same time, I took the opportunity to see what he looked like. I was pleasantly surprised. He was much the same age as me but more casually dressed and he was reasonably a good-looking guy. But that wasn't about to alter my decision about glory-hole fucking.

The paper came back through to me but no pencil this time. He'd written "OK. I'll just blow you."

And, trusting soul that I am, I stood up and for the second time that afternoon stuck my dick through the hole for the pleasure of my unknown neighbor. But this time I went straight for it. The full eight-plus inches penetrated the hole in one fell swoop. Again I was treated to the warmth and wetness of a fellow man's mouth. It was no less delightful the second time around.

I've never been slow to recover and my anonymous friend was expert enough to have raised the dead. It wasn't long before I felt myself on the verge of firing off another load. But, at just that point, his mouth was removed and my straining cock was left dangling in the air.

I heard and felt movement on the other side of the partition. I felt his hand applying something warm and moist to my dick. And then it felt like a wall of flesh was being pressed against my head.

I pulled back immediately. The bastard had been trying to back his ass onto my cock. My erection wilted instantly. I wanted to scrub my cock in hot soapy water. Logic and common-sense flew away. I was convinced that, at the very least I'd been contaminated by a shitty ass-hole. And, at worst I immediately envisaged myself riddled with syphilis.

I was genuinely horrified.

I burst out of that stall as if the devil was after me. My pants were still at half-mast and my dick and balls were exposed to everyone in the room. I didn't care. I headed straight for the sink and started washing my junk in cold water. I'd have preferred warm or even hot water, but only cold was available. I dried myself as best I could with the tail of my shirt and an old tissue I found in my pocket. Then I tucked everything away, zipped up and left.

As I drive away, the indignation and anger swiftly faded from my mind. In their place came a warm and happy feeling. I'd survived and mostly enjoyed my first experience with a glory-hole. I knew immediately that this was something that I might easily become addicted. After all, it was the perfect situation. There was no need for sweet-talk, no need to dress up, no need to play courtship games. You just stick your dick through a hole and receive a magnificent blowjob from some anonymous guy who knows exactly what pleases other guys. What more could I ask for. So I added another dimension to my sex life. I continued to fuck girls at every opportunity but I now visited that park men's room regularly too. Eventually, if the other guy looked OK and had a nice dick I even condescended to suck cock myself. There were a couple of guys who became my 'regulars'. We never spoke or attempted to meet outside the men's room, but we grew to know each other's habits and likely visiting times. Reciprocal oral was something I enjoyed doing with these two men. It was obvious that like me they had no desire for relationships with guys. They just enjoyed getting an occasional anonymously blowjob via a hole in a wall.

A few months down the road, I was oddly flattered to see that I had rated a scrawled message on a wall. "The guy in the white MG has a big thick dick." I felt quite proud to receive such a positive review.

I inevitably, the day arrived when I DID fuck a guy via a glory hole. I was happily enjoying an expert blowjob when my neighbor ceased his sucking and kind of shoved me back out of the hole. He then poked a condom through the hole and I thought, "To hell with it. I'd love to feel a nice tight ass again."

I rolled the condom on, noting that it was, thank goodness a larger-sized one. Regulars are unbearably constrictive at the base of my dick and they invariably rip.

I put my now protected cock back through the hole and felt him applying lube on the other side. Then I just pressed against the partition as hard as I could while he pushed backwards and onto my dick. He took it slowly. And it was bliss as inch by inch I felt my cock being enveloped by his tight ass. When he was finally finished, when his ass-hole was as close to the partition as it could possibly get. Then he remained still while I gradually pumped in and out, smoothing a path, creating a rhythm, preparing him for an assault.

I was determined to savor this fuck. It'd been a long time since I'd last fucked a guy. All the delectable sensations returned to me, especially the superb tightness and the way it feels when the sphincter contracts and creates rippling sensations all the way up my hard shaft. After several minutes of slow, deep and deliberate movement, we started to fuck in earnest.

He was soon moving in sync with me. At times I barely had the head inside and then he'd hunch backward as I shoved forward as hard as I could, burying my dick to the hilt. At the end, I was slam-fucking him. The thin partition was moving but we paid no heed to that or to the noise we made each time I slammed into him.

It was truly magical and completely animalistic at the same time. I know he blew his load at much the same time I did because I could feel his ass-hole clenching on me as each gob of cum spurted out of him and as each blast of cum spurted out of me.

When he pulled off my cock, he grabbed hold of me, stopping me from exiting the hole.

I felt him carefully remove the condom.

Then, having exited the hole I looked through to see if the condom had torn.

I also wanted to whisper my thanks.

As I watched he was holding the condom, tip downwards, draining all the cum into the reservoir. Then he raised the well-filled condom to his mouth, tilted it so the opening was at his lips and allowed all the creamy contents to drain into his mouth.

He squeezed the condom to get every drop last possibly drop and then he swished my cum around in his mouth, seemingly savoring the taste and texture before swallowing it all. I found that so erotic that my dick started to grow again. I put it back through the hole, hoping he might be interested in sucking me again. But he wasn't. He gave my cock a parting stroke and then I heard his door opened and he exited.

He might have been through for the day but I wasn't.

Soon afterwards, I heard the stall door open and close and almost immediately, an eye appeared at the hole. I flaunted my dick and got the traditional finger-wave of invitation. Before accepting, I bent down to check out what I could see of this new guy. I got quite a shock. It was a young guy I'd often noticed at the city gym. A handsome, dark-haired boy with a good body. I'd put his age at around twenty, perhaps less.

On a few occasions I'd been in the showers at the same time as him and each time I'd admired his small thatch of chest hair and dark brown, almost black clump of thick pubic hair. They stood out against his pale skin. Being very blond and relatively hairless myself, I was abnormally drawn towards dark body hair on other men.

I wondered if he'd recognized me.

I later discovered that he had. He'd been checking me out at the same time I'd been checking him out. Anyway, whether he recognized me or not I was happy to introduce my hard cock to him via the glory-hole.

He stroked my dick for a minute or so and then I felt his tongue flicking out, capturing beads of pre-cum and teasing me to even greater hardness. It was like drowning in honey when he finally took me completely into his mouth. However young the guy looked, he'd certainly been around long enough to become an expert at giving head. When the tip of my cock was lodged firmly in his throat, he made a swallowing motion stronger than I'd ever experienced before. It felt like a vacuum cleaner had me in its grip. I would gladly have stayed that way forever but the poor guy obviously needed to breathe occasionally. After each release for air, he took me to the back of his throat again. I was very close to shooting my load when he suddenly stopped sucking altogether, pushed my dick away and whispered to me through the hole. I had to bend down to hear what he was saying.

"I want you to fuck me," he whispered.

"I'd like that too. Do you have a condom?"

"No," he said. "I want it raw and totally natural." His voice seemed to quiver with lust. I had a vision of his sphincter clenching so hard on my dick that he could feel every ridge and vein. I could visualize my rock hard cock grazing against his prostate. I shivered at the thought of intimate flesh against intimate flesh.

But other thoughts also flew through my head. I'm pretty serious when it comes to safe sex. Even with girlfriends of several weeks standing, I'm reluctant to take a risk.

The silence between us seemed to last forever. I could sense disappointment on the other side of the wall. And I could sense disappointment in my crotch as well. My cock simply longed to be encased in a smooth, warm and velvety ass. As it so often does, my little head won the debate. Caution was thrown to the wind and I thrust my rock-hard dick back through the hole.

It was welcomed by another sweet burst of lip-service and I could tell that my next-door neighbor was coating my cock with his drool and spit. After a few minutes of oral pleasure, he must have risen to his feet and turned his back to the wall. I felt his hand guide my dick to his ass-hole. I forced myself to keep still because I knew my size would make the initial entry relatively painful, so I let him ease back at his own pace.

Slowly, very slowly, I felt the head pierce his sphincter and slide into him. The tightness was superb. I knew that once my cockhead had been accommodated, then the rest of my dick should glide into him with relative ease. And in I went, eventually right to the hilt.

We paused when I was fully inside him. I could feel his insides adjusting to the invasion; I felt every ripple, every contraction. I swear I could almost feel his heartbeat. It was as if time stood still. There must have been noise all around us but I heard nothing. I could only acknowledge sensations and feelings.

I wanted to stay like we were. I wanted to stay deep inside this incredibly accepting and inviting flesh forever. But I also wanted to move, to glide, to plunder and slam. I wanted to ravage this beautiful ass. Cruelly stretch it to the max and then pump it full of cum.

I could sense when he was ready to be fucked more forcefully. There was no reduction of tightness, only a greater sense of preparedness, if something can be both taut and yet relaxed, then that's how it felt. I picked up the pace and started to move in and out with a steady rhythm. He started to move his ass accordingly.

I suddenly became aware of sounds again. There was the sound of me pounding against the wall and I could also hear soft, "Uuuuuuugh," and whimpers from the other side of the partition. And, of course, there were sounds coming from me too. I was breathing heavily. Panting in anticipation of a breathtaking finish to this ride.

Some endings can be a disappointment, a real let-down. But this fuck ended gloriously for both of us. At the point of no return. That point where there is no turning back. It was like we I shared a pulse. He squeezed firmly on my cock and set off an orgasmic tidal wave. Wave after wave of cum surged out of me and flooded his vice-like insides. I was still cumming when his own peak was reached. As he fired off salvo after salvo, his grip on my dick became an intense mix of agony and pleasure.

We remained joined for a long time afterwards. Long after our last drops of cum had been expended. I can't say that my erection had subsided. I no longer felt any desire for release but both my dick and I wanted to savor the moment for as long as possible.

My mind was filled with visions of my cum flooding deep within this nice young guy's nice young ass. I felt that we'd each given the other a rare gift. I was filled with awe and wonder that such pleasure could exist. The shoddy surroundings, the smell of stale piss and ineffectual disinfectant, the sounds of others doing their own thing nearby. None of these realities were apparent or important to me.

For him, perhaps, it was just a fuck. It may not have differed from any other coupling in which he'd ever participated. But for me it was like a home-coming. I'd already known that I was born to fuck but now I knew I was born to fuck men as well as women.

Eventually, my cock slipped out of his ass or maybe he drew away from my cock, I can't say. But we were each alone again, separated by a slim panel of wood. We almost bumped noses in the race to whisper, "Thank you," through the glory-hole.

I heard him zip up and the door open as he left.

I stayed a little while longer because I suddenly had a desperate need to pee. Not an easy feat when your dick is still semi-hard and still tender around the head. I was pleased to see that my cock was squeaky-clean to the naked eye. Having splattered piss all over the seat and the floor my small contribution to the general ambiance, I tucked myself away and left.

As I drove off, I'll admit to feeling pangs of guilt and remorse. Unprotected sex with a virtual stranger, no matter how wholesome he looked was extremely foolish. But such pangs were fleeting. Instead my mind dwelled more on an immediate reality, that there was a guy out there somewhere with my cum deep inside him. That made me feel strangely proud.

And my senses dwelled on memories of a tight ass and the unsurpassable joy of shooting within it. That made my dick stir proudly. I knew I'd be back for more.

The end...

Restrooms by the Lake Part-1-of-1

At age twenty-seven I realized that I'm like a lot of men the world over. Men who consider themselves essentially straight but men who aren't opposed, however, to receiving an occasional blowjob from guys who offer it with no strings attached. Men who would blow their load down another guy's throat with no real involvement, no reciprocation and, more often than not, without a word being spoken.

Around this time, I recalled reading somewhere that if you let a guy suck your dick then you're definitely not straight. Taking this into consideration, I inwardly accepted that I'm to some degree bisexual. And, having actually enjoyed a one-week fling with my neighbor's son while they were on vacation and he was home alone, an affair that included my both fucking and being sucked by him.

I accepted that my occasional walks on the wild side were probably more adventurous than those of the average 'accidental tourist.'

Having completed my degree, I struggled to set up my own business. My shingle was there for all to see but it seemed to take forever to establish a solid client base.

To help with cash my flow, I took on the odd weekend gig as a vocalist with a local country and western band. I also did some work as a male model, it was mostly sports and swim-wear for magazines but also the occasional shoot for fashion houses. Being tall, blonde, blue-eyed and slim was a distinct asset. Having a somewhat innocent air that showed up on camera was also an advantage. I found I could easily do the appealing or angelic look for the camera but, when required, I found I could also project seemingly untapped reserves of sensuality.

Now, both the entertainment and the fashion businesses are great hunting grounds for casual sexual liaisons. A good percentage of the guys are gay so I had less competition than one might expect for the favors of a great many very attractive young women. Conservatively, I'd say I got to hook up with at least a hundred different women over a two-year period.

I love eating and fucking pussy so I was in Pussy Heaven throughout this period. No strings, no commitments, just a sexual banquet that should have satisfied me fully. But it didn't. Not fully. I was always aware that the best blowjobs I'd ever received were from guys. And I sometimes found myself hankering to fuck a nice tight ass too.

But not a girl's ass. That has never appealed to me. Why bother with the back door when girls have such a glorious playground out front?

No, I definitely craved an occasional blowjob from a guy and I had wonderful memories of the one brief period during which I'd fucked my neighbor's son up the ass. I knew I needed to do so again one day and soon.

One of the gay assistants on a fashion shoot told me of a place he often visited. A men's restroom at the beach by the water's edge where some of the stalls had holes in the partition. Holes through which one could stick his dick and receive a blowjob from a complete stranger on the other side of the partition. . I gathered that there are guys who simply live to suck dick and that such men would happily accommodate anyone seeking relief.

It took a while, but eventually my curiosity and cravings got the better of me. One mid-summer afternoon, I drove to the place that the assistant had told me about. I parked my car, a two year old Chevrolet as inconspicuously as possible.

Since it was more or less a park setting, the restrooms were well-screened by trees and shrubbery.

As casual as possible I sauntered into the men's room, doing my best to look like a guy in need of a piss.

There was quite a number of cars parked amongst the trees, so it came as no great surprise that the urinal trough was fully occupied, as were the individual stalls. So I leaned against a wall and waited for a vacancy.

I guess my arrival had caused the guys at the urinal to pause in whatever they were really there to do. After a while, however and after a few nervous glances at me, the bolder ones reached out to touch the dicks beside them.

I even received a few nods, smiles and gestures intended to encourage me to squeeze in amongst them. But I just shook my head and smiled right back. I wasn't big on auditioning before a group. I was determined to wait until one of the stalls was vacated.

And, as I waited and surprised that it was done so openly, watched men jacking each other off and I could hear noises from stalls. It sounded like someone bumping the dividing walls. My cock swelled at the thought of what might be happening inside them.

At last a commode was flushed and a guy emerged from one of the middle stalls. He wasn't big on making eye-contact and left quickly.

I immediately claimed the empty stall. After carefully wiping the seat with big wads of toilet paper, I sat down to admire the view. The first thing that caught my eye was the amount of graffiti all over the door and the walls. There were advertisements like "35yo guy wants to suck your cock - afternoons 3-4pm." There were testimonials like "The guy in the red Nissan has a huge uncut dick." There were also warnings like "Beware - cops patrol here at night."

And there were even short stories like "Sucked off six guys in here today and swallowed gallons of hot jizz."

The art work was a treat too.

Of course I also noted the holes at eye level on either side of me. The partitions were of fairly thin plywood, probably about 1/2" thickness and the holes were much smaller than what I'd once seen in a porno movie. They were only a little over two inches in diameter and the edges were not softened with tape. They did look, though, like someone had made an effort to file away any jagged spot that might injure those who ventured through.

I became aware of an eye on either side of me. My neighbors were apparently expecting me to display my wares. I unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled my pants down to my knees.

Then I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and my briefs joined my pants. Knowing I was being watched I and started to stroke my cock. Slowly at first and then faster and faster. After a couple of minutes I added playing with my balls.

At the risk of sounding vain, I have quite a nice dick, or so I've often been told. It's uncut, thick and over eight-inches long. I also have a pair of plump low-hanging balls.

It wasn't long before a finger started waggling through the hole to my right. Being naïve and having no idea what that meant, I leaned forward and a face came into view. He was a pleasant-looking guy, mid-30s perhaps and because I didn't understand the finger signal, he motioned that I should stick my cock through the hole.

I realize that's what I came, but I hesitated for a moment. All sorts went through my mind. What if he had a knife on the other side? What if he collected severed dicks as souvenirs or paperweights? Was my dick too thick to fit through the hole comfortably? What if I got stuck or got splinters?

But summoning up my courage, I stood and put my cockhead and about an inch or so of shaft through the hole.

It did turn to be a snug fit but not injuriously so. I was immediately enveloped by warmth and wetness. I could feel a tongue swirling around the head and lapping at the pre-cum oozing from my pee-slit. His fingers tugged at me, demanding more. Pushing forward I allowed my dick to go through the hole all the way to the hilt with my balls pressed against the plywood wall. This guy was obviously no novice. Indeed he was a master of his trade.

I once saw a video of a python swallowing a small mammal. I remember marveling at the peristaltic movements as the snake's prey was rhythmically engulfed by irresistible movements. So it was with my first ever glory-hole blowjob. I could feel lips, tongue, mouth and muscles irresistibly drawing me deeper and tighter and harder into and down my anonymous neighbor's throat. It was fantastic. The warmth, the rippling contractions, the movements...they were almost unbearably erotic.

And my situation, the danger of sex in a public place, the anonymity provided by the partition separating us, the isolation of my cock. All these factors contributed to the eroticism.

I felt no need to work my hips and pump in and out of his mouth. It was magical enough just to lean against that wall and feel myself being siphoned to orgasm.

I wasn't sure about the etiquette involved. Does one withdraw before shooting in the other guy's mouth? Does one warn him? Should I whisper "I'm gonna cum"? Indecision didn't reign for long. My cock swells even larger so I knew I was about to blow. And this guy was obviously experienced because he could tell too. I felt an added urgency in his movements. I pressed even harder against the wall. I thought: "Here. Take every damned inch." I began to tremble and had to hold on to the top of the partition to steady myself. And then it happened. I exploded into this anonymous stranger's mouth and down his throat.

I know I squirt a hell of a lot of cum when I'm super-aroused and, believe me, this had been the best blowjob I'd ever had so I was definitely super-aroused.

I must have overwhelmed this guy's mouth. I heard gulping sounds and I felt his throat clasp firmly around the head of my dick as I spurted into him. There was no abrupt disengagement. He continued to milk me.

He moved back until only the head, so tender from having just blown a load and helped himself to the last small droplets. Only then did he let me slip out of his mouth. Once free then could I withdraw my dick from the hole. I slumped weakly against the wall, deliciously drained and momentarily exhausted.

I assumed that my anonymous benefactor jacked himself off while sucking me. Or maybe he'd just had his quota of cum for the day. Whatever the reason, I heard him arranging his clothing, flushing the toilet and leaving.

I sat down on the commode and re-played things over again in my head. I was a very happy and satisfied young man. And I was still half-hard as I reflected on the pleasure I'd just enjoyed. That's when I remembered the other hole. I suddenly realized that whoever was on the other side of me had probably been staring at my ass for the last ten minutes or more. I looked to my left and sure enough, there was an eye peering at me. Moreover, someone had quickly replaced my recent benefactor to the right so again, there was an eye checking me out on either side.

I stroked my cock for a few minutes. Moisture continued to ooze out of my pee-split. Perhaps the last dregs of cum or perhaps fresh dribbles of pre-cum. Whichever, I was stiffening again.

I'm a very democratic man. I thought it only fair that I should first turn my attention to the guy who'd been watching my rear end for so long. But when I looked through the hole to my left, I saw a very bleary eye. The guy moved his head back so he could wiggle his finger through the hole. I could see that he was in my 25-year-old opinion `ancient.' And not the least attractive either.

In my youth, there were limits to my democratic leanings and limits to my benevolence too. I wasn't about to plunge my dick into such an old mouth. I'm older now and I hope wiser too. But back then I decided to ignore the poor fellow on my left. Even to the point of stuffing toilet paper in the hole so he could no longer see through it. Mean of me, I know, but such is the arrogance of youth.

To my surprise, something was pushed through the hole on my right. But it wasn't a cock. It was a slip of paper wrapped around a pencil. I took read, "Fuck me."

Well, that was certainly short and to the point. But I wasn't inclined to shove my dick into some strange guy's ass-hole. Even if I'd wanted to do so I had no condom. And I wasn't about to risk going bare-back.

I scribbled "No" and passed the paper and pencil back through to him. At the same time, I took the opportunity to see what he looked like. I was pleasantly surprised. He was much the same age as me but more casually dressed and he was reasonably a good-looking guy. But that wasn't about to alter my decision about glory-hole fucking.

The paper came back through to me but no pencil this time. He'd written "OK. I'll just blow you."

And, trusting soul that I am, I stood up and for the second time that afternoon stuck my dick through the hole for the pleasure of my unknown neighbor. But this time I went straight for it. The full eight-plus inches penetrated the hole in one fell swoop. Again I was treated to the warmth and wetness of a fellow man's mouth. It was no less delightful the second time around.

I've never been slow to recover and my anonymous friend was expert enough to have raised the dead. It wasn't long before I felt myself on the verge of firing off another load. But, at just that point, his mouth was removed and my straining cock was left dangling in the air.

I heard and felt movement on the other side of the partition. I felt his hand applying something warm and moist to my dick. And then it felt like a wall of flesh was being pressed against my head.

I pulled back immediately. The bastard had been trying to back his ass onto my cock. My erection wilted instantly. I wanted to scrub my cock in hot soapy water. Logic and common-sense flew away. I was convinced that, at the very least I'd been contaminated by a shitty ass-hole. And, at worst I immediately envisaged myself riddled with syphilis.

I was genuinely horrified.

I burst out of that stall as if the devil was after me. My pants were still at half-mast and my dick and balls were exposed to everyone in the room. I didn't care. I headed straight for the sink and started washing my junk in cold water. I'd have preferred warm or even hot water, but only cold was available. I dried myself as best I could with the tail of my shirt and an old tissue I found in my pocket. Then I tucked everything away, zipped up and left.

As I drive away, the indignation and anger swiftly faded from my mind. In their place came a warm and happy feeling. I'd survived and mostly enjoyed my first experience with a glory-hole. I knew immediately that this was something that I might easily become addicted. After all, it was the perfect situation. There was no need for sweet-talk, no need to dress up, no need to play courtship games. You just stick your dick through a hole and receive a magnificent blowjob from some anonymous guy who knows exactly what pleases other guys. What more could I ask for. So I added another dimension to my sex life. I continued to fuck girls at every opportunity but I now visited that park men's room regularly too. Eventually, if the other guy looked OK and had a nice dick I even condescended to suck cock myself. There were a couple of guys who became my 'regulars'. We never spoke or attempted to meet outside the men's room, but we grew to know each other's habits and likely visiting times. Reciprocal oral was something I enjoyed doing with these two men. It was obvious that like me they had no desire for relationships with guys. They just enjoyed getting an occasional anonymously blowjob via a hole in a wall.

A few months down the road, I was oddly flattered to see that I had rated a scrawled message on a wall. "The guy in the white MG has a big thick dick." I felt quite proud to receive such a positive review.

I inevitably, the day arrived when I DID fuck a guy via a glory hole. I was happily enjoying an expert blowjob when my neighbor ceased his sucking and kind of shoved me back out of the hole. He then poked a condom through the hole and I thought, "To hell with it. I'd love to feel a nice tight ass again."

I rolled the condom on, noting that it was, thank goodness a larger-sized one. Regulars are unbearably constrictive at the base of my dick and they invariably rip.

I put my now protected cock back through the hole and felt him applying lube on the other side. Then I just pressed against the partition as hard as I could while he pushed backwards and onto my dick. He took it slowly. And it was bliss as inch by inch I felt my cock being enveloped by his tight ass. When he was finally finished, when his ass-hole was as close to the partition as it could possibly get. Then he remained still while I gradually pumped in and out, smoothing a path, creating a rhythm, preparing him for an assault.

I was determined to savor this fuck. It'd been a long time since I'd last fucked a guy. All the delectable sensations returned to me, especially the superb tightness and the way it feels when the sphincter contracts and creates rippling sensations all the way up my hard shaft. After several minutes of slow, deep and deliberate movement, we started to fuck in earnest.

He was soon moving in sync with me. At times I barely had the head inside and then he'd hunch backward as I shoved forward as hard as I could, burying my dick to the hilt. At the end, I was slam-fucking him. The thin partition was moving but we paid no heed to that or to the noise we made each time I slammed into him.

It was truly magical and completely animalistic at the same time. I know he blew his load at much the same time I did because I could feel his ass-hole clenching on me as each gob of cum spurted out of him and as each blast of cum spurted out of me.

When he pulled off my cock, he grabbed hold of me, stopping me from exiting the hole.

I felt him carefully remove the condom.

Then, having exited the hole I looked through to see if the condom had torn.

I also wanted to whisper my thanks.

As I watched he was holding the condom, tip downwards, draining all the cum into the reservoir. Then he raised the well-filled condom to his mouth, tilted it so the opening was at his lips and allowed all the creamy contents to drain into his mouth.

He squeezed the condom to get every drop last possibly drop and then he swished my cum around in his mouth, seemingly savoring the taste and texture before swallowing it all. I found that so erotic that my dick started to grow again. I put it back through the hole, hoping he might be interested in sucking me again. But he wasn't. He gave my cock a parting stroke and then I heard his door opened and he exited.

He might have been through for the day but I wasn't.

Soon afterwards, I heard the stall door open and close and almost immediately, an eye appeared at the hole. I flaunted my dick and got the traditional finger-wave of invitation. Before accepting, I bent down to check out what I could see of this new guy. I got quite a shock. It was a young guy I'd often noticed at the city gym. A handsome, dark-haired boy with a good body. I'd put his age at around twenty, perhaps less.

On a few occasions I'd been in the showers at the same time as him and each time I'd admired his small thatch of chest hair and dark brown, almost black clump of thick pubic hair. They stood out against his pale skin. Being very blond and relatively hairless myself, I was abnormally drawn towards dark body hair on other men.

I wondered if he'd recognized me.

I later discovered that he had. He'd been checking me out at the same time I'd been checking him out. Anyway, whether he recognized me or not I was happy to introduce my hard cock to him via the glory-hole.

He stroked my dick for a minute or so and then I felt his tongue flicking out, capturing beads of pre-cum and teasing me to even greater hardness. It was like drowning in honey when he finally took me completely into his mouth. However young the guy looked, he'd certainly been around long enough to become an expert at giving head. When the tip of my cock was lodged firmly in his throat, he made a swallowing motion stronger than I'd ever experienced before. It felt like a vacuum cleaner had me in its grip. I would gladly have stayed that way forever but the poor guy obviously needed to breathe occasionally. After each release for air, he took me to the back of his throat again. I was very close to shooting my load when he suddenly stopped sucking altogether, pushed my dick away and whispered to me through the hole. I had to bend down to hear what he was saying.

"I want you to fuck me," he whispered.

"I'd like that too. Do you have a condom?"

"No," he said. "I want it raw and totally natural." His voice seemed to quiver with lust. I had a vision of his sphincter clenching so hard on my dick that he could feel every ridge and vein. I could visualize my rock hard cock grazing against his prostate. I shivered at the thought of intimate flesh against intimate flesh.

But other thoughts also flew through my head. I'm pretty serious when it comes to safe sex. Even with girlfriends of several weeks standing, I'm reluctant to take a risk.

The silence between us seemed to last forever. I could sense disappointment on the other side of the wall. And I could sense disappointment in my crotch as well. My cock simply longed to be encased in a smooth, warm and velvety ass. As it so often does, my little head won the debate. Caution was thrown to the wind and I thrust my rock-hard dick back through the hole.

It was welcomed by another sweet burst of lip-service and I could tell that my next-door neighbor was coating my cock with his drool and spit. After a few minutes of oral pleasure, he must have risen to his feet and turned his back to the wall. I felt his hand guide my dick to his ass-hole. I forced myself to keep still because I knew my size would make the initial entry relatively painful, so I let him ease back at his own pace.

Slowly, very slowly, I felt the head pierce his sphincter and slide into him. The tightness was superb. I knew that once my cockhead had been accommodated, then the rest of my dick should glide into him with relative ease. And in I went, eventually right to the hilt.

We paused when I was fully inside him. I could feel his insides adjusting to the invasion; I felt every ripple, every contraction. I swear I could almost feel his heartbeat. It was as if time stood still. There must have been noise all around us but I heard nothing. I could only acknowledge sensations and feelings.

I wanted to stay like we were. I wanted to stay deep inside this incredibly accepting and inviting flesh forever. But I also wanted to move, to glide, to plunder and slam. I wanted to ravage this beautiful ass. Cruelly stretch it to the max and then pump it full of cum.

I could sense when he was ready to be fucked more forcefully. There was no reduction of tightness, only a greater sense of preparedness, if something can be both taut and yet relaxed, then that's how it felt. I picked up the pace and started to move in and out with a steady rhythm. He started to move his ass accordingly.

I suddenly became aware of sounds again. There was the sound of me pounding against the wall and I could also hear soft, "Uuuuuuugh," and whimpers from the other side of the partition. And, of course, there were sounds coming from me too. I was breathing heavily. Panting in anticipation of a breathtaking finish to this ride.

Some endings can be a disappointment, a real let-down. But this fuck ended gloriously for both of us. At the point of no return. That point where there is no turning back. It was like we I shared a pulse. He squeezed firmly on my cock and set off an orgasmic tidal wave. Wave after wave of cum surged out of me and flooded his vice-like insides. I was still cumming when his own peak was reached. As he fired off salvo after salvo, his grip on my dick became an intense mix of agony and pleasure.

We remained joined for a long time afterwards. Long after our last drops of cum had been expended. I can't say that my erection had subsided. I no longer felt any desire for release but both my dick and I wanted to savor the moment for as long as possible.

My mind was filled with visions of my cum flooding deep within this nice young guy's nice young ass. I felt that we'd each given the other a rare gift. I was filled with awe and wonder that such pleasure could exist. The shoddy surroundings, the smell of stale piss and ineffectual disinfectant, the sounds of others doing their own thing nearby. None of these realities were apparent or important to me.

For him, perhaps, it was just a fuck. It may not have differed from any other coupling in which he'd ever participated. But for me it was like a home-coming. I'd already known that I was born to fuck but now I knew I was born to fuck men as well as women.

Eventually, my cock slipped out of his ass or maybe he drew away from my cock, I can't say. But we were each alone again, separated by a slim panel of wood. We almost bumped noses in the race to whisper, "Thank you," through the glory-hole.

I heard him zip up and the door open as he left.

I stayed a little while longer because I suddenly had a desperate need to pee. Not an easy feat when your dick is still semi-hard and still tender around the head. I was pleased to see that my cock was squeaky-clean to the naked eye. Having splattered piss all over the seat and the floor my small contribution to the general ambiance, I tucked myself away and left.

As I drove off, I'll admit to feeling pangs of guilt and remorse. Unprotected sex with a virtual stranger, no matter how wholesome he looked was extremely foolish. But such pangs were fleeting. Instead my mind dwelled more on an immediate reality, that there was a guy out there somewhere with my cum deep inside him. That made me feel strangely proud.

And my senses dwelled on memories of a tight ass and the unsurpassable joy of shooting within it. That made my dick stir proudly. I knew I'd be back for more.

The end...