I hadn't been to my favorite gay club, Fantasy Island, for some time, so I decided it was high time I paid another visit.
This time, however, I noticed something different. Building work had been going on outside the club the last time I visited, but now the scaffolding had been removed I saw that a public convenience had opened right next door to the main entrance of the club. What was curious about it though was that there was only a Gents, no Ladies. Moreover, a notice outside said: `Adults only, strictly no minors. You must be aged 18 or over. Proof of age may be requested.'
I walked in to investigate, and there was a security guard making sure no minors came in. But inside it looked like a perfectly ordinary public convenience. A few men standing at the urinals, but nothing outrageous was going on. I then decided to look in one of the cubicles lined up against the far wall. One was vacant and I went in. Unusually the toilet basin, instead of facing you as you walked in thru the door, was affixed to the wall adjoining the next cubicle. I immediately saw why. In the wall facing the door were two little panels with knobs attached. On these panels were arrows and the words: `Slide this way to open'.
Curious, I sat down and slid one of the little panels along to reveal a glory-hole. I peered thru, and realized I was looking into a section of the Fantasy Island gay club next door. I then slid the other panel open, and there was another glory hole. I waited a few minutes, and then someone came up to the glory hole and looked thru. He was a typical middle-aged skinhead type with a shaved head, goatee beard and little `tache. He put his finger thru the hole, inviting me to slip my cock thru.
So this is what they had been building! A cottage where members of the general public could pop in to get a quick blow-job. I was amazed, but I declined the offer of the skinhead as he wasn't really my type, but I knew exactly where I was going to head when I got inside the club!
Having paid my entrance fee, I headed straight for where I knew the public convenience was situated. I saw a new section of the club had opened, and on the door was a notice saying this led to `The Public Servicing Room'. I pushed the door open excitedly, and saw that there was a row of glory-holes this side leading thru to the cubicles in the men's public toilet the other side of the wall. Some of the glory-holes were occupied this side. Guys were sucking off cocks, and one was being sucked or wanked off.
I walked over to two unoccupied glory-holes. There was a bench to sit on this side, so I sat and waited with eager anticipation. The panels the other side of the wall were shut, but after about five minutes I heard noises the other side of the wall, and presently the panels were slid open. I looked thru, and what I saw took my breath away! A young policeman in full uniform was in there, and as I watched he stood up and slowly unzipped his fly. I didn't know what to do. Should I be bold and put my finger thru? I needn't have worried because a moment later his long, smooth, circumcised cock came thru the hole. I leaned forward and took a sniff of this delicious young blond policeman's meaty truncheon. I almost fainted as I stuck out my tongue and made contact with the beautiful head, glistening with pre-cum. An electric thrill shot thru me, and then I took the whole head into my mouth. He pushed his cock right in and down my throat, and started fucking my mouth. I couldn't believe this was happening: a real policeman was in the public toilet next door fucking my mouth thru the glory-hole! This was one of my ultimate fantasies.
As I was sucking him, feeling his cock get harder and harder in my mouth, a note was pushed thru the other glory-hole. It was obviously a sheet from the policeman's official notepad, as it was headed in blue printed letters with the words METROPOLITAN POLICE alongside their logo. Scribbled on the paper was the following message: `You're sucking off an officer of the law. Get ready to be fed a creamy lunch of thick, sweet police constable's cum!'
I felt the young policeman's cock throb in my mouth as he neared his climax. I stared straight ahead at the dark blue serge of his trouser uniform the other side of the hole, he hadn't even pulled his trousers down, just unzipped and put his cock thru the fly and the glory-hole to be serviced by some fag. I heard him moaning softly as he started to orgasm in my mouth. Greedily I savored the sweet, thick load as it spurted into my mouth straight from this gorgeous policeman's cock. Soon I had to swallow, and swallow again. Four times I swallowed, and still my mouth was full of policeman's spunk! Another note came thru on police notepaper: `Did you enjoy your police meal as much as I enjoyed feeding you? You fuckin' queer bastard! To help you swallow it all down here's a hot drink!'
I opened my mouth, and sure enough the policeman started to piss. Eagerly I clamped my lips over his pissing cock, and just drank and drank this policeman's urine as he relieved himself down my throat. This was sheer depravity and filth, but it tasted delicious, and I felt faint as he finally withdrew his cock, and pushed thru a final note on police notepaper: `Your mouth is just a police cum-bag and a police urinal! All queers should be forced to drink police cum and piss every day! I enjoyed feeding you. Be here this time next week for another meal and a hot drink.'
I was so worked up, I almost came without even touching my cock. But 5 minutes later the panels were opened again, and this time I saw a young office worker in a smart suit, collar and tie. He must have popped in during his lunch-hour. I poked my finger thru the glory-hole, then looked thru and saw him give me a filthy, dirty, lust-filled smile. He unzipped and came closer to the glory-hole. I could smell his overpowering aftershave as he slowly put his big prick thru the hole. He must have drenched his cock in aftershave, as the smell was so strong, and I could taste it as I took it into my mouth.
Five minutes later I'd been fed another load of thick, sweet spunk. I swallowed it down, as he zipped up and went out. Immediately someone else came in. The office worker had left the glory-hole panels open, so I could see that this time it was the young guy from the snack-bar over the road. He was in his early twenties, with curly black hair, and wore the tightest white t-shirt which revealed all his muscles. I had often gone in for a coffee or a sandwich just to be served by this Adonis and ogle him, but he couldn't be gay surely? His girlfriend worked with him in the snack-bar, and I'd caught them kissing and cuddling at times when the snack-bar was nearly empty. But why would he use this public toilet? There was one in the snack bar for the staff. It was lunch-time, their busiest period, so he must have left his girlfriend doing all the work whilst he popped across the road to be serviced!
I didn't need asking, I just put my mouth straight up to the glory-hole and a moment later his big cock filled my mouth. He pumped and pumped furiously, then let out a sigh as he shot 6 big wads of spunk right down my throat. My mouth was overflowing with his delicious cum. He'd reached a climax in less than a minute, and then he'd zipped up and was gone back over the road before his girlfriend hardly even missed him!
You didn't normally get these `straight' types in a gay club. In fact none of these three I'd just sucked off would have entered a gay club, I was pretty sure of that. What a brilliant idea to make a public toilet with glory-holes leading into a gay club, so those bisexual and closet gays who wouldn't be seen dead going into a gay club could get in on the action. I'd heard of public toilets with big glory-holes in the bad old days before clubs with gay backrooms opened, but now they were all gone. Most public conveniences had been closed for lack of money to keep them open, or replaced by horrible, coin-in-the-slot unisex French-style toilet booths. Any still left had the glory-holes blocked up.
Now I saw the excitement of `public cottage glory-holes'. You literally didn't know who would come in next. There was a barracks down the road; maybe I'd get a soldier in uniform sooner or later? But not today, I'd been very lucky as it was.
However, someone else did come in. A cute looking guy with long blond hair down to his neck. He had pouting rosy lips; so pretty that he almost looked like a girl! He had a thin gold chain around his neck, and a red t-shirt on. I guess he was about 18 or 19. He knelt by the hole and pressed his lips up close to the glory-hole. I heard him whisper: `Feed me, feed me, please feed me!' I was so worked up by now, my cock was rock hard. I pushed it thru the glory-hole into his rose-bud lips, which immediately started to suck me dry. I was in heaven, this was bliss! A beautiful teenage boy was sucking me off. I couldn't hold out any longer. With a scream of ecstasy I let go about 7 big spurts of spunk right into his sucking mouth. It felt so good; I was feeding him like a baby! I looked thru as I zipped up, and he was gurgling with delight, my cum all over his lips. He stood up and put his lovely cock thru, and I just had to return the favor. I sucked it and a few minutes later was rewarded with the sweetest load of cum I'd had in a long time.
I left the club fully satisfied, determined to go back again the very next day for more of this servicing the public!
(to be continued.)