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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