Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2018 15:58:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: Leandro Cunha <ordnaell@yahoo.com>
Subject: Discovering Gloryholes

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Growing up as a gay teenager in Johannesburg during the late 80's was
boring and sexually frustrating, as there were no gay bars, saunas or clubs
that I knew of, and even if there were, without a car to get there it
would've been complicated.

That is, until I discovered gloryholes!

They were in every men's room it seemed... supermarkets, malls, department
stores, parks and especially, train stations. I got into a habit of going
to every public toilet I came across, and had some satisfying experiences
along the way that served to get me introduced to oral sex with other
men. But I was still, at 18, a virgin... no anal sex, my fingers were the
only things that had ever penetrated my hole and my right hand and
stranger's mouths were the only other body parts that had come into contact
with my cock. I jerked off thinking of the day I'd finally get to have real
sex with a guy! Most guys I met at these toilets were way older than me,
men in their late 30's and up, due mainly to the borders wars happening in
South Africa at the time.

A two year military service was mandatory for every man between the ages of
18 to 26, so coming across a guy closer to my age was very rare, not that I
turned away anyone I met through a glory hole!

Gradually I got to spend my Saturday mornings in Johannesburg, getting
there by train from where I lived in Germiston by 10am and returning home
by 4, 5pm. The time in town was spent going from one restroom to another,
checking out the gloryholes, getting sucked, stroked and sucking and
stroking as many men as I could.  But of all the toilets I frequented on my
Saturday trips, the one at the local train station was my favorite.

The toilet was cool and dark, with a peculiar smell of piss and
disinfectant. It was rather quiet, and I would sometimes spend hours there,
sitting on the toilet, waiting for someone to arrive. There were sinks to
the left as you entered, and a long communal zinc urinal to the right. The
three toilets were on the right also, with thin ceramic tiled walls from
the floor to almost the ceiling, dark wooden doors reaching to the floor
with an opaque glass panel above the door-frame, giving no clue if there
was someone inside unless they were open.

The train station was built in the 60s, and the stalls were quite long but
not very wide, with a concrete floor and illuminated by small dusty windows
up near where the wall met the ceiling. The toilet seat was made of wood
and the chain hung down from the cistern to flush.

From previous experience I knew there was a fist sized gloryhole drilled
between the wall between the middle and the last toilet, and a small hole,
slightly wider than a forefinger, between the first and second cubicles. I
entered the last stall, closed the door, pulled down my jeans and undies
and sat down, eagerly waiting for some action.

Saturday afternoon is not a busy time, so I knew I'd be there for a while,
and sure enough, almost 20 minutes had gone by before I heard a train pull
in. Muffled conversation and steps outside filtered in from the small
windows.

I heard steps indicating someone had entered the men's room and sat still,
listening to hear if the guy would enter a stall or go to the urinal.

No luck as I heard movement in the urinal and then splashing as he pissed
against the metal urinal. Movement towards the sink, more splashing and
then silence when he left the room.

I sat back, looking through the hole at the other stall, the at the
graffiti on the walls, occasionally stroking myself. After almost 30
minutes of no action, I heard steps as someone entered the toilet.

Sitting up to pay attention, I heard the steps move towards my side of the
room, slowing down at the first door, which creaked open. I couldn't see
anything but I guess the guy was checking out the stall. A few more steps
and then my door rattled slightly as he pushed against it. Since it was
locked, it obviously didn't open. I cleared my throat to let him know the
stall was occupied. The footsteps moved to the right, and the door to the
middle stall slowly swung open, the wooden door blocking my view from the
large glory hole.

Leaning forward slightly to look through the hole, I saw the guy had
entered the stall and was closing the door.

He turned sideways facing the hole, giving me a good look at his body. My
heart jumped as I saw him wearing the familiar brown military uniform!
Looking discreetly through the hole I saw him put his large brown duffel
bag down on the floor next to the porcelain seat. He had to have seen the
large glory hole on the wall, but if it bothered him he gave no sign. As he
bent down, I caught a glimpse of his face, tanned with dark blond hair cut
short, unshaved, brown shirt sleeves rolled up showing off his muscular
forearms.

He straightened up and reached down to his belt buckle, loosened it and
unbuttoned the fly.

My heart was beating fast now, thrilled to be observing this hot military
guy next door to me.

Pants unbuttoned, he tugged them all the way down to his ankles, revealing
his tanned hairy thighs. He looked up through the hole as he pushed his
pants down, and I hurriedly moved my head back so he wouldn't see me
looking, but it was too late as we made eye contact briefly.

Slowly I leaned forward again to look through the hole, expecting to see
him sitting, but he was still standing there, this time unbuttoning his
brown shirt. I kept looking as he dropped the shirt over his dufflebag, and
then he pulled his vest up and over his head and that joined the shirt on
top of the dufflebag.

He stood there only wearing his brown Y front army briefs, smooth chest,
nice defined pecs, not quite a six pack but lean stomach with a thin trail
of hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his worn undies, muscular
hairy legs, his brown army pants bundled at his feet. I was breathing so
hard I was sure he was hearing me but I was so excited that I didn't really
care anymore. He knew I was looking as he had seen me through the glory
hole, so I was hopeful he would be receptive to more than just having me
look!

He reached a hand down into his undies, scratching his balls absently, then
turned around and sat down. I backed away slightly as he leaned forward,
thinking he'd take a closer at me look through the hole, but after a while
I didn't see any movement and moved closer to look at him again.

He was sitting on the toilet, leaning forward and unlacing his boots, and
as I watched he pulled one boot off and dropped it next to his bag, then
started unlacing the other boot. I was able to look at his face,
attractive, scruffy and perhaps in his mid 20s. He had a small tattoo of a
four leaf clover on the right shoulder, forearm more tanned than his biceps
indicating the time he spent out in the sun.

The second boot thumped on the floor, and he turned his face slightly to
look at me. I didn't move back this time, and he gave me a quick smile
before pulling off one sock, then the other and dropping them on top of his
boots. He stood up again, raising one leg, then the other and kicking off
his pants over his boots and socks, but keeping the undies on.

I was stroking my cock hard again, biting my lower lip and breathing fast
as I watched this sexy guy stripping in the toilet stall next to me.

Sitting back down, he leaned forward, looking directly at me through the
hole, licking his lips. I decided to put on a show too, so I stood up
facing the hole, my cock hard, foreskin pulled back, precum dripping from
the slit. I pulled up my shaft, fondling my big hairy balls then stroking
again, stretching my foreskin over my cockhead then letting it pull back
slowly. I let go my cock and pulled my polo shirt up over my head and
dropped it to the floor, stretching and pushing my pelvis towards the wall,
my cock pointing straight at the hole.

I sat down and removed my sneakers, socks and then lifted my butt up off
the toilet and slid my jeans and my green and blue plaid jockey briefs to
the floor, pushing them to the side with my right foot. Looking over at the
wall I saw the guy's face pushed up close to the hole, staring at me, mouth
slightly open, blue eyes blinking.

He put a finger through the hole, the universal indicator he wanted to suck
me. I stood up and pointed my cock towards the hole, then slowly leaned
against the cool concrete wall and pushed my cock through the glory hole.

I felt his hand wrap around my shaft, stroking lightly, then his warm wet
mouth closed deliciously around my cockhead, tongue flicking against my
slit, making me gasp with pleasure. He started bobbing his head forwards
and back, sucking and licking my cock, tongue pushing between my foreskin
and cockhead, while squeezing my cock with his hand. I had to control
myself from coming, otherwise I would've shot my load right there!

I felt the low rumbling of an incoming train slowing down, then
stopping. Footsteps outside on the platform but nobody entering the toilet.

The blowjob lasted several minutes, then I felt his mouth slip from my dick
and I pulled myself from the wall, squatted down in front of the hole and
looked as the guy stood up, the front of his Y fronts stained dark from his
precum. I watched as he hooked his thumbs on either side of the waistband
and pulled his undies down, his hard cock slapping up against his stomach.

His dick looked shorter but thicker than mine, his foreskin thin and tight
against his fat plum shaped cockhead, whereas my foreskin was thick and
long like a spout. His cock was also a pale almost translucent pinkish
colour, his cockhead a dark dusky red. Thick dark pubes surrounded the base
of his cock and covered his balls.

I put my finger through the hole and he leaned forward, his dick appearing
on my side of the stall. I opened my mouth and licked the underside of his
cockhead, then slowly slipped it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the
thick shaft, squeezing my lips and moving my head in and out, making
squishing wet noises as I sucked him.

I heard his low moans and it turned me on even more, so I reached between
my legs with my right hand and stroked myself as I sucked, hard and fast
then slow, until I felt him pull away and reluctantly opened my mouth and
let him go.

I watched him sit on the toilet and stroke himself while he looked at me
through the hole.

As we sat there, another train came by, the rumbling shaking the room
gently. Sounds of the doors opening and then silence until I heard
footsteps entering the toilet. I sat back on the seat, listening to the
sounds of the person who had entered. Soon the sound of pissing drifted
over to us, slowing down gradually. I expected to hear the taps squeak open
and water to splash, but instead heard footsteps approach the stalls. I
heard the first cubicle door squeak as it was slowly pushed open, then a
couple of steps and the door to the army guy's stall rattled slightly as it
was pushed against the lock, and then my door rattled too. I coughed softly
and the footsteps moved down to the first door, which squeaked shut and
then the thud as the bolt was closed.

I looked through the hole to see the army guy on his knees looking through
the small hole between his cubicle and the one just occupied with the third
guy.

I checked out my neighbour's lean tanned back, wide shoulders tapering down
to a narrow waist, his crack a dark line splitting his pale fuzzy ass
cheeks, brown briefs hooked around one ankle.

I wish I could see what was happening on the first cubicle, but obviously
it was turning on the army guy, as he started to stroke himself, slowly
then faster, his right hand pumping away down between his
thighs. Eventually he stopped jerking off, stood up and held his cock up
near the hole, still stroking it with his right hand, exposing himself to
the guy next door. He gradually slowed his stroking and leaned forward,
pushing his face up against the small hole. This gave me a perfect view of
his ass, as when he leaned forward, his cheeks parted and I could almost
see his dark pinkish purple hole, surrounded by thick dark hairs.

I was stroking my cock all the time, getting close to coming, stopping,
then starting again, my face against the hole.

The guy turned around, pushing his ass against the small hole now, looking
at me while he jerked himself off. It seems the other guy was fingering
him, judging from how my neighbour kept pushing his ass against the wall
where the hole was, his mouth open, tongue flicking over his lips, eyes
opening and closing with pleasure. I opened my mouth against the hole and
put out my tongue, hoping he would get the idea and feed me his cock and he
did. Slowly he pulled away from the wall, straightened up and pushed his
cock into my mouth. I sucked and licked him, his shaft, his cockhead,
alternating between fast and slow. As I sucked the army guy, I heard the
sound of the door squeaking open, and then a gentle tapping against the
middle cubicle door. The guy pulled away from me and I watched him
unbolting his door and opening it. The third guy entered, wearing a blue
polo, jeans unzipped, his cock, thick and long, swaying sideways as he
moved.

He was older than us, probably late 40s, tall, clean shaven pale face with
salt and pepper hair cut short.

He looked a little out of shape, a beer belly stretching his polo out over
his waist. He reached over to the army guy's cock and squeezed it hard,
pulling him roughly by his testicles towards him, making the guy almost
stumble as he moved.

The older guy pushed his face slightly down, opening his mouth, and the two
kissed hungrily, tongues exploring noisily. The older guy's left hand moved
over the younger guy's ass, squeezing and then running down his hairy
crack, until finally reaching his anus.

I watched, stroking myself hard, as one finger was pushed slowly up inside
that hole, then slowly out again, then two fingers in, then out, in and
out, the army guy leaning on the larger guy and lifting his right leg to
give better access to his hole. I want to fuck you, I heard the older guy
whisper.

Army guy turned around, his thick dick oozing precum, and grabbed the sides
of the toilet seat, arching his back and spreading his legs so his hole was
totally exposed.

The older guy squatted down and pushed his face into that ass, slurping and
licking, tongue pushing hard against sphincter, while the army guy moaned
softly. He pulled away from between those fuzzy ass cheeks and looked over
at me staring at them through the hole on the wall. I licked my lips and so
did he, then he stood up, spat a gob of saliva on his long, thick pale
cock, pulled back his foreskin and pointed it towards younger guy's hot
rectum.

With his right hand he held that large cock at the base, gripping it hard,
making his cockhead turn from a light pink to almost purple, his left hand
on the guy's waist. I stroked myself faster as I watched that big cockhead
make contact with that hole, slowly pushing, harder, until, with a gasp
from the younger guy, the head slid in. He stopped for a moment, then
slowly started to push again, stop, pull out, spit on his thick shaft, push
in a little more this time, stop, then pull out again.

By now he was holding on to the guy's waist with both hands, pulling him
against his pelvis, then pushing away, gradually moving faster, pulling out
almost his entire 8 inch thick cock, then slamming it in all the way.

Aahaahaahaah was all the army guy could say, in time to the thrusts of that
big cock up his hole, alternating between raising his head and looking
blankly up at the wall, then dropping his head down so his forehead rested
against the wooden seat cover.

I had never seen anyone get fucked before, let alone a sexy guy like this
one, and I couldn't hold back anymore. With a long sigh I shot my load
against the wall, my cum streaming down to the floor, but I was still hard
and horny!

I kept my face glued to the hole, watching as the fucking kept going. Even
though it was cool inside the toilet, the army guy was covered in sweat,
and so was the older guy, dark stains around the armpits of his polo.

The action sped up, the older guy's face turning red, grunting as he shoved
his large cock mercilessly now, all the way to his thick bush up inside
that ravaged hole, the force knocking the younger guy's head against the
wooden seat cover. In and out, in and out, savagely pounding the younger
guy, hips slamming against sweaty buttocks with a sticky slap slap slap
sound. I was amazed and so turned on at the same time. Couldn't believe
that anyone would be able to take such a huge cock up their ass and in such
a violent way too, but the guy seemed to be enjoying it!

Suddenly the older guy threw back his head, let out a long low moan, shoved
his cock violently once, twice, three times, pumping his cum deep inside
the younger guy's ass.

He put his hands on the guy's back and stood there for a moment, breathing
gradually getting back to normal, then he slowly pulled out his large
dick. Even in the low light of the toilet I could see that long thick shaft
was slick with saliva and come.

The army guy turned around and sat on the toilet, and I was so surprised
when he leaned forward, held onto that slimy cock with his left hand,
opened his mouth and sucked it! It had just been inside his ass, I thought,
but it didn't seem to bother the guy at all, who kept on sucking, licking
and slurping on that cock, stretching the foreskin with his lips, then
sliding most of it into his mouth. Although he was giving the guy a great
blowjob, I could see the cock was becoming limp, until the army guy
finally, with one last lick, let go of that thick cock and looked up at the
older guy with a saliva smeared smile.

You really fucked me good, man! He said.

Ja, your ass is fucked now! Replied the older guy, pulling up his jeans.

Hope you liked the show, he said, turning to look at me, my face still
glued to the hole.

I smiled, watching as he tucked in his big dick and zipped up his jeans.

I'm here most Saturdays if you want some of my ass next time, I said,
surprising myself at my boldness. Ja maybe sometime. Got to go now.

He turned around, opened the door and stepped out, closing the door behind
him. I heard his footsteps leave the toilet and then silence.

The sexy guy and I looked at each other.

Want to join me?  He said.

Sure! I replied, grabbing my clothes and opening my door.

I peeked out and then moved quickly naked to the cubicle next door, my
clothes tucked under my arm.

I pushed against the door and it opened, the sexy guy standing to one side
so I could squeeze past, his cock rubbing against the side of my waist on
purpose I am sure.

Dropping my clothes in a heap on top of his I turned around to face him, my
heart beating super fast again.

Standing right there face to face, I realised he really was hot!  About my
height, but with a lean muscular build, attractive face with blue eyes and
a sexy smile. His dick was hard again, and I had to taste it, so I sat on
the seat, leaned forward, opened my mouth and started sucking. Placing my
hands over his fuzzy ass, I squeezed his pale muscular cheeks, working
slowly towards his crack.

I really wanted to feel his hole, especially now that it had been fucked,
so I slipped a forefinger further down until it touched his sphincter,
still sloppy and slippery. Pushing harder, my finger slid easily inside,
his cock jumped inside my mouth as I continued to suck him.

I felt his hand on my head, pushing my face against his crotch, causing his
cock to fill my entire mouth, his pubes scratching my nose.

He moved my head back and forth, allowing me to pull away until only his
cockhead was in my mouth, then pushing me towards him again.

But I wanted more. I really wanted this to be a chance to fuck a guy for
the first time, so I said:I've never fucked anyone before... can I fuck
you?  Please? Argh, I don't know man. My ass is still sore and that guy
fucked me really hard.

But my cock isn't as big as his, and I'll stop when you tell me to, I
pleaded.

Shit, well, ok, but go easy right?

I was thrilled... this is going to be it!  I thought.

How do you want us to do it? I asked.

Let me sit on your lap, that way I can control what we do.

He turned around and I had an idea when I saw his ass.

Can I lick your ass first? I said.

Hmmmm... OK, I like that.

He bent forward, grabbed each cheek with his hands and spread them open,
his ass lips were purplish and a little puffy from the pounding he just
received, long thick butt hair slicked down along his crack with sweat and
saliva.

Without hesitation I took a deep breath and pushed my face into his ass, my
mouth open, tongue pushing hard against his anus, tasting the mixture of
cum, sweat and saliva. I felt his sphincter give slightly and pushed my
tongue harder inside him, thrilled when I heard him moan.

Reaching between his thighs I cupped his hairy balls, fondling them while
they bounced as he jerked his cock. I didn't want him to come and then say
I couldn't fuck him, so before that happened I moved my face away and
pulled him by the waist down towards my crotch. I spread my legs wide and
he squeezed his together. Bending forward at the waist he grabbed my dick
and pointed it towards his hole, with the other hand he held on to the wall
for support, gradually lowering himself until my cockhead slid easily
inside him, then slowly more of my cock filled him, until all of my 6.5
inches had disappeared into that hole.

It felt amazing! I had never imagined how good it would feel to have my
cock inside someone's ass. It was warm and smooth and slick, and just
knowing I was inside this hot guy, fucking his ass, feeling his butt cheeks
bounce against my pelvis as he moved his body up and down on top of me was
incredible. I just wished I could see his face and kiss him while we
fucked, but instead I rubbed my hand against his back, down to his ass
cheeks, sticky with our sweat. I was close to coming, and apparently so was
he, as he moved faster up and down on my cock, until I felt his ass
twitching and squeezing my cock, and accompanied by a long low moan, splurt
after splurt of warm come landing on his thighs and running down his leg.

That sent me over the edge and I felt the biggest orgasm shake me from head
to toes, my cock gushing what felt like a gallon of jism inside that warm
hole.

He leaned forward and I felt my cock slowly slip out, until with a
reluctant pop, it was out, some come dribbling out from the slit. Standing
up and turning around, the guy looked down at me and smiled.

That felt good. What did you think of your first time?

I smiled back. Man it was awesome. I felt your ass squeezing my cock when
you came... that was just amazing.

Ja, I liked it more than the other guy. He really just raped me.

He looked at his watch.

Shit, I've been here almost 3 hours! I'll have to go or I won't get back on
base in Pretoria on time! I was disappointed he didn't ask to fuck me, but
it was getting late and I'd have to go home soon too.

Can I have your undies? I asked. Just to remember you? Or we can swap
undies if you want.

OK man. Take it... I have other undies I can use.

He kneeled down and moved my clothes off to the side, found his undies and
handed them to me.

Can I rub them on your ass? I want it smelling of you.

You're a kinky bastard aren't you? He grinned at me, and turned around,
spreading his cheeks again.

I rubbed his undies up and down his crack, all the way down between his
balls and the sides of his thighs, wiping some come away, noticing how raw
his hole looked now, puckered and purple. I couldn't resist and pushed my
face against his hole again, not wanting to let go of that delicious hole.

Hhhmmmm.... fuck that feels so good. But I really have to go or I'll be in
big trouble. I pulled away and sat there watching him, holding his undies
tightly in my hand as I watched him getting dressed. I sighed internally as
I saw him pulling on his pants, pushing his cock inside before buttoning up
his fly then buckling his belt, knowing it would probably be the last time
I ever saw it again. He slipped on his vest and shirt, then put his left
foot on my thigh.

Help me put my socks on, he said.

I grabbed them from the floor and slowly pulled the left then the right one
on.  The boots too, man... please.

I opened my legs and he rested his foot on the edge of the toilet seat,
holding on to the wall to keep his balance, and I held his boot open as he
pushed his foot inside, then I laced them up tight.

Thanks! Hey, my name is Ian, what's yours?

Russell, I said, standing up.

It was a fun afternoon Russell! Wish we had more time to have some more
fun. I come down to Joburg sometimes once a month for a few days and stay
at the YMCA at Smit and Rissik street. My next leave is Friday June
10... see if you can meet me.

I can only leave on Saturdays, I said. But I'll definitely meet you on the
11th, I said, suddenly excited that I'd have a chance to meet Ian again!

OK!

I stood up and he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him,
kissing me hard, his tongue all over my mouth.

I squeezed his ass, grinding him against me, until he pushed me away.

Shit I have to leave... he grabbed his dufflebag and opened the door,
turning around and winking at me before he left. I stood at the door
watching him walk across the toilet, then he turned the corner and was
gone.

I grabbed my clothes from the floor and started to get dressed, putting on
his stained undies beneath mine, then opened the door, went over to the
sink and splashed water on my face, and walked out onto the platform,
looking around to see if Ian was still around, but realised he would have
to be on the other platform to catch the northbound train, so I looked
across the tracks and there he was, sitting on a bench, dufflebag between
his legs.

I waved to him and he waved back. I wanted to go over but was worried he'd
not want to talk, but decided to go anyway. I went downstairs and then up
to the next platform, walked over to him and sat on the bench.

You mind if we chat a bit? I asked.

Not at all Russell.

I blushed like a schoolgirl when he mentioned my name.

So where you from?

Cape Town, but I'm serving at the base in Wonderboom.

What's it like in the army?

I hate it. Bunch of stupid pricks, the food is nasty and the sargents give
us hell. Every chance I get I leave, that way I can have some fun while I'm
away.

So you've never fooled around with another guy there?

Sometimes, but if you get caught you're dead, so most of the time I just
jerk off.

We sat there silent for a bit.

How long do you have before you leave?

Another 8 fucking months. Then I'll go home!

That's nice... I've been to Cape Town once before on holiday with my mom
and dad. How old are you? 24, and you?  Did you like Cape Town?

I'm 18... yes, it was nice. I was 12, I think when I went, I said.

And you got your call up papers already?

Ja, but I told them I'm going to university first.

That's what I did. Got my diploma in business management so I can work at
my uncle's construction business. What do you want to do?

See you again, I said.

He laughed. You sure you just want to see me or you want to fuck my ass
again?

I laughed too... That also, and maybe you can fuck me. Nobody's ever done
that before.

You're a virgin! Argh man, shame I'm a bottom, but the guys I get together
with when I'm on break in Joburg would love to have another hole to fuck. I
was instantly excited.

You mean it? Maybe when you're here next month we really can get together?

Sure... we can have a party at the Y!

My cock was hard again, uncomfortably squashed inside my jeans.

I heard the low rumbling as the northbound train approached. Well, I have
to go man. It was nice chatting and having some fun with you, said Ian,
extending a hand.

I shook it, not really wanting to let go, surprisingly sad. You take care
ok, I said, my eyes suddenly full of tears.

Argh man, you're so cute... come here, he said, holding his arms open.

We hugged tight, and it felt so good holding on to this sexy guy, the
masculine dusty smell of his uniform, the feel of his stubble on the side
of my face. The train stopped amid shrieking brakes, and he let me go,
grabbing his dufflebag and moved towards the nearest door.

Bye Russell, see you next month, don't forget! He said, stopping at the
door and looking back at me.

I'll be there, I shouted.

The doors shut, the train whistled and started moving away. I stood
watching to see if I could catch one last glimpse of Ian, but he was gone,
so I went down the stairs and walked to the main exit and then home, tired
but excited.