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There's Only One Girl for Me
My satisfied cock slid out of the old man. I pulled up my shorts and left without saying another word. I felt disgusted at myself for having fucked him, and yet I already knew I'd be back there again soon.
I had moved to the city just a few weeks before. I'd got top A Level grades and was now at university. I only had a small room in the halls of residence, but at eighteen it felt great to be away from my parents for the first time. They wouldn't even allow my girlfriend Donna into my room at home, so now with a place of my own I could do what I wanted.
The only problem was my girlfriend was over a hundred miles away and we wouldn't be able to see each other for ages. Things had got a bit strained between us when I told her where I had applied, I hoped she would wait for me. People kept saying long-distance relationships don't work, but I was determined to prove them all wrong. My plan was simple, get a good degree, then a well-paying job so I could provide for us both as we went through life together.
Looking back after so many years I can see how naive I was, but I was young and in love.
After only a week of moving I started getting desperately jealous of the guys Donna mentioned when we talked on the telephone. She was only saying what our friends had been getting up to, and I had never worried that she was sleeping with any of them before now. But they were with her and I wasn't and that was enough to send me into a massive sulk.
It didn't help that I was so horny all the time, and the couple of porn magazines I bought were only taking the edge off. There were some hot girls living in the halls of residence, and I found my eyes lingering on their breasts for too long. Perhaps that was why I was having trouble trusting my girlfriend, since I knew that if my thoughts were wandering then hers may have been too.
I needed to put the idea of seeing other girls out of my head. I thought exercise would help me from feeling so randy, so I decided to take up running in the evenings. I was never sporty but I was in decent enough shape. Hopefully this would make me fitter, keep me from losing my mind, and I'd get to see more of the place I was going to be living in for the next three years.
That evening I headed out. I had bought a street map and had worked out a route that should take about forty minutes. When I got back I was tired, sweaty and didn't think about sex much when I passed the girls in the corridors. I showered, did a bit more study and went to bed thinking that maybe this was going to work.
The next night I decided to take a different route so I could explore more of the area. After about ten minutes I found I needed the toilet. I was going to turn back, but I saw a signpost for public conveniences and followed that, hoping they didn't close them early. It wasn't long until I arrived and fortunately they weren't locked. However the building looked neglected and dirty, and the place smelled really bad. Usually I wouldn't have gone in, but when you've got to go you've got to go.
I entered. The place was empty, I went to the nearest stall and sat down. I relaxed and started to read some of the graffiti, and then I noticed a round hole in the partition between the stall I was in and the next. People joked about glory holes but I'd never seen one before, and I was intrigued about the sort of people who used them. I finished, washed my hands, and before I left to continue my run I checked the other stalls and they all had holes in them.
Speaking to Donna at night got a little easier, since I wasn't as horny after my runs so I didn't get quite as jealous as she told me about her day.
A few nights later I was doing the same route. I found myself wondering about those toilets. I didn't really need to go, but I found myself gravitating towards them anyway. The smell nearly put me off, but I went in. I sat down on the toilet lid in the furthest stall and waited silently to see if anything was going to happen. I was getting bored and was about to go when it sounded like two people came in talking quietly. I heard one of the door bolts slide shut, and then the sound of their zips being pulled down. Soon their breathing got louder and deeper and I strained to hear everything I could. After what must have been a couple of minutes one of them groaned loudly as he climaxed.
"Shhh!" Whispered the other one. "You cum a lot.
"Now fuck me."
"You got any rubbers?"
"No."
There was a pause until he said, "Screw it, bend over."
I didn't know what I had expected from going there, but I was hard as a rock hearing those guys fuck. I squeezed my cock through my shorts as just a few feet away the rhythmic slapping noise gathered pace. All too soon the guy came and they left the building. I exited the stall and went to the others to see if I could work out which one they had used, I found one with a fresh load of jizz on the floor and went in. I looked around and closed the door behind me. My head was swimming, I just had to have a wank in the same place they had been. I pulled out my cock and shut my eyes, imagining what it would have looked like in here just a couple of minutes ago. I stroked my cock and it wasn't long before I added to the mess on the floor. I left quickly and ran straight back to the halls.
Why had that turned me on so much? I sat on my bed and thought about it. It must have just been because I'd not been able to see Donna for a couple of weeks. The running and the porn mags were helping, but it was no substitute for sex. It would be quite a while before I saw her again, so it was understandable that I'd get aroused like that sometimes. And it wasn't like I'd cheated or anything, I only had a wank just like I would have done back here in my room. I did some more reading and then went to the phone booth to call her.
I avoided going that way for a few days, but soon enough I found the allure of those public conveniences too much to ignore, and I headed straight to it one evening. I hoped to hear a couple doing it again and I was already hard when I went in and sat down. There was new graffiti on the back of the door which I was reading when I heard someone come in. I heard a bolt slide, but whoever it was didn't make another sound. I guessed he was waiting for someone, and another few minutes went by when I heard someone else come in. He was relieving himself in the trough when I heard someone clearing their throat in the other stall. I guessed that was a signal to the new guy that he was available, but the guy left so nothing happened.
I needed to be getting back to study and call my girlfriend, but my cock was still hard and I didn't want to leave with it in that state. Eventually I heard someone else come in and the other guy cleared his throat again. I heard a door open and close. A cock was presumably pushed through one of the holes as a voice said, "Yeah suck it."
I took my cock out and began silently rubbing it while I listened to them.
"Fuck yeah." Whispered the voice.
Then someone else came into the toilets and they went quiet.
"Don't mind me lads." He said.
The noise continued and the door opened to the stall next to mine. A finger crooked through the hole. I froze.
"You want to play or what?" He whispered. "Let me see it." He took his finger out of the glory hole and his eye appeared there.
I automatically dropped my hands to my sides so my cock was on display.
"Bring it here."
I felt possessed as I stood up and went to the hole. I could see he'd got on to his knees and the eye at the hole was replaced by his mouth.
"Stick it through then." The guy sounded inpatient.
Was I really going to let some random guy I couldn't even see suck my cock? I wasn't gay, I had a girlfriend. So why did I want to? I longed to feel lips around it again, maybe just this once because I needed it so badly. It's not like I was really cheating on her, I wasn't going to have a relationship with whoever this was, I wasn't even going to get his name. He was just helping me out with a problem, which would allow me to concentrate more on my studies and so I could get better results and a good career. Really I was doing this for her as I didn't want to screw some girl from the uni.
I felt his mouth on my cock, and fuck it was good. I groaned loudly as he went down on it hungrily. I was pressed up against a partition wall in a reeking toilet block and my cock was in heaven with what he was doing to it. I thrust in an out of his mouth and knew it wouldn't be long before I unloaded.
"I'm gonna spunk." I warned him, but he kept sucking me and soon was gulping down everything I gave him. Donna had never swallowed my cum before.
"Nice." He said.
I withdrew my cock from the hole and pulled my shorts up. I opened the door and left. What had I done? There was no denying I loved it, but the shame was too much. And yet my feelings about my girlfriend hadn't changed and I had no desire for the other girls in the halls of residence at the moment, so that had to be a good thing. I'd rather have been with Donna than anyone else, so maybe it was OK? This was the first time I'd done anything with anyone else, but I didn't think I could keep waiting until I visited home without having that kind of help again.
The next night I walked straight there. I didn't even pretend to myself that I wasn't hoping to find someone to get me off. The smell of the place didn't seem quite so rank now. I entered the first stall, sat down, took my cock out and waited. I must have been there about half an hour and nobody else came in, I was gutted. I walked back to the halls and ended up having a row on the phone with Donna. I was so frustrated and I took it out on her. The argument was my fault and I called her again first thing in the morning to apologise and patch things up.
Were the other students having these problems? I couldn't be the only one struggling. I noticed people going into each other's rooms sometimes, so I assumed some of them were getting it on with each other. But that's not what I wanted. I already had a relationship, and I didn't want to lose that. I was at uni to study so I could get Donna and I a better life, not to ditch her for another woman that was more available.
My cock needed release and I knew I was going to go back to those toilets again, maybe I'd have better luck this evening. I just needed to cum and go. I didn't care who the guy was as long as he was willing. Not being able to see who it was was a bonus, I could think of my girlfriend without being distracted by him.
Someone entered just before I got there. I walked in but he wasn't standing at the trough so he must have gone in one of the stalls. He cleared his throat and I went straight into the neighbouring cubicle and locked it, took out my cock and stood there. However instead of a mouth or an eye at the hole, there was someone's cock coming through it.
"No, you do me." I whispered.
"Please I need this. I'll do yours after."
The idea of wanking or sucking off some guy was repulsive, it just seemed so gay. But I needed to shoot my load so bad, and I couldn't be all frustrated and cause another row with Donna, so I tentatively reached out a hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock. There was a sigh from next door as I started to stroke it up and down. I guessed he was someone like me, who just needed a bit of a helping hand to get through. I wasn't enjoying it by any means, but knowing he was going to be returning the favour soon got me excited and I sped up my jerks to get it done quicker. Soon he was panting and I knew he was close, when he did cum instead of shooting it oozed all over my hand. I wiped it on the wall and put my cock through the hole, but I heard the bolt slide open and him leaving hurriedly.
"Fuck you!" I shouted after him. I sat down glumly on the toilet lid and eyed the jizz I'd smeared on the cubicle wall. I couldn't believe I'd let him play me like that.
I heard a chuckle from another stall, I didn't know anyone else was in there and I hurriedly pulled up my shorts.
"Come here, I'll get you off." Said an old voice. I hesitated, having just been tricked I was weary. "Or don't. I don't give a shit."
I opened my door and went next to the one where he was.
"I said come here, not go there. I want to be fucked and not through some hole. I need to lean on something nowadays as my back won't take it. Just push the door, the lock's broken."
Was I really going to fuck him? I'd never fucked Donna's arse before, let alone some old guy. But I'd just wanked off someone in order to get my cock touched, it definitely wasn't my brain doing the thinking. I open the door.
An old man was sitting there, he looked older than granddad. He smiled a toothless grin when he saw me. "You must be from the university, only just turned legal I bet. Well, show me what you've got."
I should have left right then, but I found myself pulling down my shorts. My erection had gone down a bit and he reached out and squeezed it with one hand, and he played with my balls with the other. Soon I was hardening again and he leaned over and put it in his mouth. I shut my eyes and allowed him to suck me. I wanted to cum right there, but too soon he stopped and stood up.
"Now you're going to fuck me." He said. He turned around, pulled down his underwear and bent over. I stared at his bony arse. "Too much to get you to rim me first?"
"Hell no."
"Stick it in me then. No need for lube, I was only fucked fifteen minutes ago so I'll be nice and wet for you. I'm a bit slack nowadays so go as hard as you like."
Why wasn't I stopping? This whole thing was awful. I put my hands on his arse cheeks and pulled them apart. Someone's jizz was leaking out of the hole that I was lining up my cock with. It slid into him easily, and it felt amazing. Soon I was fucking him hard and loving every moment of it, this is what I needed.
"That's it boy, breed me." He whispered.
I was building up to what was to be the best orgasm I ever had. For the first time I was ignoring what my head said I wanted and was doing what my body was crying out for. My satisfied cock slid out of the old man. I pulled up my shorts and left without saying another word. I felt disgusted at myself for having fucked him, and yet I already knew I'd be back there again soon. My call to Donna that night was nice and relaxed, I was able to concentrate on my studies properly and I slept really well.
The next time I went back I inhaled deeply as I went in, far from repulsing me now it was making me hornier as that smell meant soon my cock would be getting the attention it craved. I sat in the same stall I fucked the old man in. Someone had recently cum on the wall and it had trickled down and made a tiny puddle on the floor, I put my finger tip in it and bought it to my nose. Someone came in, I cleared my throat and he entered the one next to me. I was curious and looked through the hole, he was about forty and chubby. He took little time in getting his cock out and I was amazed by what I saw, it looked longer than mine and it wasn't even hard yet. Absent mindedly I licked my finger clean. I was going to push my dick through the hole but he beat me to it, I just stared at it as it started to rise. I didn't think twice before I took it in my hand, it grew to what must have been about ten inches long, although not too thick.
The guy stayed totally silent as I wanked him, which I liked as I could disassociate from what I was doing. Nothing felt real and it was like he didn't exist. There was just me there in that toilet with something sticking out of the wall, which slid easily in my hand and it was warm to the touch. It was getting wet with pre-cum and curiosity got the better of me, I leaned over and put his cock in my mouth. For a brief moment my thoughts got through the fog in my head. What the hell was I doing? Until yesterday I'd never touched someone else's cock and now I was sucking one. But soon all thoughts were set aside as I took my cock in my hand whilst bobbing my head up and down on the huge one coming through the wall.
He came with a slight grunt and I swallowed it without hesitation. His rapidly deflating cock disappeared back through the hole and he left, I wasn't even angry he didn't touch me too. I just continued to sit there wanking. Very Soon someone else came in, I sat there waiting by the hole suddenly wanting another cock in my mouth. What was happening to me? Instead of going into the next cubicle the door to the one I was in opened. I was sat there frozen with my cock in my hand, and the guy closed the door behind him. He looked about my age and seemed familiar. He was wearing shorts, I pulled them down and his cock sprang out, I went down on it immediately and soon I was drinking down my second load in a few minutes.
"Your turn." He said. I leant back, he got on his knees on the dirty floor and took me into his mouth. I was so horny it took no time at all to unload.
He smiled at me and we stood up, put our shorts back in place and headed out of the toilets. "Come on lets get back."
"Get back?"
"To the halls... Don't you recognise me?"
"Erm. Should I?"
"You're in 109, I'm Phil from 102. We've chatted briefly a couple of times."
"Oh fuck!"
"I found this place weeks ago and have been using it ever since. I saw you coming out of here a few days back."
I looked down ashamed. "I don't normally do this sort of thing."
"I noticed you leaving earlier and thought you might be headed here, so I got my shoes on and kind of followed you. Sorry."
"Oh."
"Some fat guy came in just after you, so I waited outside. He left and you didn't so I came in looking for you."
"Please don't tell anyone."
"I won't. I don't want people knowing I'm gay, so I'm not going to tell anyone you are."
"I'm not, I've got a girlfriend! I just use it to get off when I need to."
"OK, can I have my spunk back then please?"
"I'm really not gay. My girl's called Donna, I don't want to lose her."
"You don't have to. I want to be your friend, not your boyfriend. It's been lonely here the last month, I don't have anyone waiting for me at home and nobody to talk to here."
"There's some queer groups on campus aren't there? Why not join them?"
"I can't tell anyone I'm gay, but you already know. My family wouldn't talk to me if they found out."
I shook my head. "I don't know what you expect from me. I love my girlfiend and I don't want to risk that."
"Sorry, I figured you'd understand. Don't worry, I won't bother you again." He looked like he was about to cry and he suddenly ran off.
How did he think I was going to react? He'd been the one following me, not the other way around. I didn't ask for any of this. Did I have to stop going there? It didn't seem fair now I'd found a way to get through. Glumly I carried on walking back home. Was I being a prick? I didn't want to upset him, and I was probably the only person he'd talked to properly since starting university. If he was discreet maybe we could be friends? And it would be nice to have a mate here, having spent the last few weeks trying to avoid people.
Instead of passing his door I knocked on it. There was no answer so I assumed he'd gone somewhere else rather than straight back here. I was about to head further down the corridor when the door opened a little way.
"Yes?" A little voice said.
"Hi, it's me. Can we talk for a moment?"
"Sure."
"Can I come in? We don't want anyone to hear."
He opened the door and I entered. His face was flushed and his eyes were raw, I felt really sorry for him. We talked for a long time, telling each other about our lives and what led us to join the university. After a while he started to relax and we felt more cheerful. I went to the off-license and picked up some lager and we carried on talking until it was late. We avoided the subject of those public toilets until we had drunk all the alcohol.
"I've been a few times now. At first I hated it but it was a good place to get my rocks off when I needed to. I've not adjusted to being away from my girlfriend very well, and it's helped."
"It's not especially nice." He said. "I hadn't had any kind of sex before going there though. I wouldn't go back if I had something else."
"I've kind of got a taste for it now." I admitted. "I like it's anonymous, it makes it less real. I'd never sucked a cock before tonight."
"Really? You were good at it." He smiled. "If you ever want to do it again, or anything else, you know where I am."
"I fucked someone there last time. That was pretty awesome."
"I've never done that before... You could do it to me if you wanted."
"Maybe."
"Could we do it here though, rather than there?"
"I like it there, it's hot not knowing who I'm doing stuff with."
"But you know who I am now. So that wouldn't work with us."
"True. But you know I'm with Donna and I don't want that to change. I guess I could do friends with benefits, but no more than that."
"That sounds good to me."
"And I'll still be going to those toilets sometimes too."
"That's fine, you don't have to change anything for me. I just want to hang out with you when you can." He squeezed between my legs. "And help you with your problem." My cock got hard again.
I forgot to call Donna that night, but I telephoned her first thing and made my excuses. Eventually she and I got married and Phil was my best man. Twenty five years on and we never did stop having the benefits with our friendship, and I still hook up with random guys now and again, but I find them on an app nowadays.
I may not be the perfect husband, but there's one one girl for me so Donna will be the only one I'll ever sleep with.
The End