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Subject: Title story: "GLORY HOLE" Author: Anonymous 53897928
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Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2005 00:18:56 +0000
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GLORY HOLE
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 ...
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