Here's a brief item for any of you who like reading about unexpected, pleasurable opportunities. Let me know what you think? E-mail: helmutfinder@yahoo.com
Here in the Arizona desert southwest, the area is criss-crossed with irrigation canals which carry water for agriculture as well as home garden usage. Along either side of these canals are elevated, flat paths which are used by personnel and equipment servicing the pumping stations along the waterways and the dike-maintenance crews. The paths run literally for dozens of miles, up and down the valley floor. These paths, then, are favored places for people to walk, jog and bike - one of these many people, as it turns out, is me - I love to ride along and enjoy the peace and solitude, watching the various wild animals at play, and meeting/greeting other persons doing similarly. This is the backdrop for what happened.
I left home at around 3:00 in the afternoon, planning to take an extra long ride due to the nicer weather that we have been enjoying. I was soon on the canal bank, and chose to ride south toward a small municipality which houses a large state university. Several people were on the paths, but most were jogging or walking, it seemed - few bicyclists. I had ridden just over 12 miles and arrived in a desert park created by the city for picnics, family outings and even some stocked lakes for fishing. In this park are numerous tables and special areas for outdoor events. As well, there is a set of restrooms, housed in a big building constructed of native stone. I always stop here to answer nature's call, have a cool drink of water and wash off some of the dust and sweat. That's where the event really commenced!
After securing my bike on the stand and shucking the helmet, I entered the restroom area. Just inside the entry doors, which themselves are obscured from outside view by a small privacy wall, the stalls are situated. Further to the left are the urinals, and to the far right are the sinks. Seeing that I must be the only one in the facility, I chose just to walk into one of the stalls, leaving the door open behind me. I pulled down the elasticized waist band of my athletic pants to free my cock, so it could go about doing its second most important function in life. Just as my piss started making a soft splash in the reservoir of the toilet, I thought I had heard someone come in behind me, but paid no attention. Then, the door to the adjoining stall was closed, and I could hear someone securing it with the latch. In seconds, I heard a soft tapping sound on the partition between the stalls, at my lower right. I ignored it at first, but then it happened again, and I noticed that the rectangular tissue dispenser was swinging slightly back and forth..
"What the hell!" I thought. I reached down and moved the dispenser to the right, continuing to hold my urinating cock with my left hand. Lo and behold, there was a glory hole!! I held the dispenser to the side, and immediately a slightly opened set of lips appeared, then a tongue protruded from between them. (The tongue seemed extra long, but maybe it was my wishful imagination. ) The tongue's owner soon started working his tongue in a nodding fashion, up and down, very rapidly. Though all this had only taken a matter of seconds, I knew of course what this eager mouth wanted for its owner. I finished urinating and turned my torso to the eager mouth. There was still just an ever so small droplet of urine on my beauty, and I didn't try to dislodge it by the traditional shaking. I moved my cock, held still in my left hand, toward the bobbing tongue. As soon as the tongue detected it, the action slowed, and became more of a licking motion. Despite the suddeness of all that had happened, my cock sprang to full life, anxious for involvement. Soon the tongue drew back into the mouth, and the mouth itself was removed from the glory hole, only to be replaced by an eye, peering in at the beauty that it anticipated servicing in short order. Then the mouth came back, and I could tell that it was open, and it was hungry. I passed the head of my cock through the hole first, and the mouth devoured it.
I allowed the full shaft then to follow, and that hungry mouth devoured its entire length. Soon I was pressing my groin as closely to the hole as I could go - unfortunately the dispenser prevented my totally flattening the groin, and I only wanted to rip the dispenser off the partition so I could pass my balls through the hole as well - I restrained myself, not wanting to damage a rather ingenous way of obscuring such a pleasurable thing as the glory hole. The mouth that then worked my cock may well have been the most skilled and experienced that I have ever enjoyed, be it the mouth of a man or woman! It was fantastic, and I soon showed my pleasure by spewing the mouth full of cum - I don't know how many explosive throbs I enjoyed, but it seemed more than normal. The mouth continued to work my cock, encouraging it to stay hard and yet to spew as much love juice as could be mustered. My anonymous lover was moaning with pleasure himself, showing me appreciation for my own pleasure! Finally over, I softly pulled out of the mouth. I looked through the hole, and the person was beginning to stand up. I heard the latch to the stall open, the door swung in, and the person had obviously stepped out. I straightened my pants, and rearranged my upper clothing over the waist. Opening my own door, here was a beautiful young man standing looking at me, not saying a word. I stepped out, and he looked me straight in the eyes and said, "I love you. Can we do this again tomorrow?" I almost laughed when I heard it, but I didn't. I agreed to meet him here again the next day, but at a different hour. The next day, at the specified time, I again had my cock serviced by not only the most skilled mouth ever to have taken a cock for a pleasurable ride, but by one of the most beautiful young university students my eyes have ever seen!! I haven't been back again, due to out-of-town visitors arriving here for a few days. But even now, I wonder whether that young beauty still loves me, or whether his loyalty may have been brushed away as quickly as it developed to begin with.