the Glory Part

For many months, there was no glory hole. Then, one spring night, he entered the empty men’s room and discovered a crudely hewn, half-dollar sized hole, just below and to the left of the toilet paper dispenser in the farthest stall. He quickly examined its construction, and felt gingerly around the bent metal rim. It was, in its own way, crudely attractive. A hole designed for pleasure, and perhaps even a little pain. Rather than sticking around continuing to admire it, he exited the restroom, and returned to his truck, hoping to observe what might happen before he tried it out.

A few cigarettes and a few puffs on a roach later, another car drove in. A single, male driver. That’s good, he thought. The driver parked the car, and walked towards the grim building. He was a decent looking man, probably in his 30’s, Sometimes he could tell if a man was interested by the way he dawdled or looked around on his way in, but not this time. After a healthy minute, he gathered up his courage, and went inside.

A quick glance under the stalls showed a pair of Adidas under the last one. He entered the one next to it, dropped trou, and sat down. From his angle, he couldn’t see much on the other side, except for a hairy thigh. Good so far, he thought. Leaning forward, he adjusted my angle and caught a glimpse of the other man’s crotch, his hand covering his dick.

He watched his own penis start to grow. He sat back, and adjusted himself. A shadow moved on the floor, indicating that the other guy was now leaning forward to look in. He felt the gaze, and moved his hand slightly, to reveal the base of the shaft, while the rest of it grew thicker as it hung between his legs.

The shadow moved back. The man on the other side leaned back, giving him a full view. He could see the shaft, poking out of a healthy, hairy basket. He kept looking, waiting for him to start to stroke. He started dragging his palm down the shaft, revealing a blood-engorged, pink crown on what looked like about a six-inch shaft. After a moment, he stopped stroking, and gripped the head tight.

He had to arrange his dick up from between his legs to keep it from touching the rim of the toilet, so he sat back and gave the other guy an equally revealing view, stroking his dick slowly. The other guy took a long look, and before he sat back, he poked his tongue through the hole twice.

He stood up, quickly checked out the room and leaned against the wall, aiming his dick towards the rough hole. At 6’4”, he had to do a semi-squat to get his dick through. Pressing himself close to the wall, he gripped the handicap bar for support and poked it through. He was rewarded by a warm, wet sensation that went from the mouth on the other side, to his dick.

He kept a firm grip on the handicap bar, lest his dick slip and scrape against the bent metal, while feeling a warm suction on his dick from the other side. He knew enough to keep an ear out for the sound of the door, which would signal the need for a very hasty retreat. Very soon, that familiar ache in his nuts started to make itself known..

After a minute or so more of sucking and stroking, he thought it only fair to give back for a while. He slowly extracted his dick from the hole, and poked his finger through it, to indicate he wanted to suck the other man’s dick.

He sat on the edge of the toilet, and heard him shuffle on the other side. He waited for the other guy to poke his pole through the hole. And when it did it was nice to look at--almost as big as his own with a nice, defined head. He grasped the meat and lowered his mouth on the tip. He took in the head and went to work.

After a few minutes, he pulled back and indicated he wanted me back. He went back to the position and his warm, wet mouth went to work again. Soon he was near that point of no return, that point when his nuts told him there’s no turning back.

He was ready to shoot, and wasn’t sure the other guy was the swallowing type, so he reluctantly extracted his member and let the other guy watch while he finished off in his own hand.

Evidently the other guy was also close, and started to shoot after just a few strokes of his own hand after watching. His cum splattered on the tile floor, a few large splots of white that quickly turned clear.

The deed done, they quickly exited, satisfied for another night. He took another trip back two days later and the hole was gone, replaced by a riveted stainless steel shield on both sides.