Date: Tue, 22 Jun 1999 22:07:21 GMT
From: paul byford <paul_byford@hotmail.com>
Subject: glory hole spunk

This is one for cum lovers out there - you know who you are. Given the
chance you'd spend all day with your mouth at a glory hole and chew your way
through a gallon of wad - and why not!

There used to be a great little cottage a few miles away on the edge of
town. Two dirty cubicles covered in grafetti - stories and pictures and
numbers - I'd get a hard on just walking in the place. I've had sex in
toilets since I was about 15 - and have probably wasted a load of time, but
some of it was really hot.
Anyway at this place the hole was so big and the place so busy there was
practically a queue out the door. No-one used the stalls, but they'd wait
for hours to get in the lock up. Best to go when it was quiet though cos
there'd still be so much passing trade.
One time I'd been there a few minutes and I could hear two kids coming in.
Making a racket - dead noisy and I could hear them pissing at the stalls.
Then one of barged into the empty cubicle next door, slamed the door and
started having a crap. All the way through he was talking to his mate
outside - I could see he was wearing those heavy grey trousers you get at
school and they both sounded about 15. He was also wearing that nylon
underwear - about 3 for a quid in the market - which gets you to sweat. It
didn't take long for him to push his cock through the hole though. Really
soft skin but hard and veiny cock.
Even with his cock through the hole I could fit my hand through and pull
through his balls and get sucking evrything he had. This slowed down he
conversation! Every few minutes his mate would say something and he'd have
to answer but it was starting to sound pretty forced.
His cock stuck straight up rigid - I slowed right down and started wanking
him slowly so I could step back and have a good look at it and have a good
sniff of his sweaty balls. And then I gave him the best fucking blow job I
could manage. Long slow strokes and sucking hard round his helmet getting
harder rather than faster til he shot a thick sweet load.
He pulled up his trousers and grunted something to his mate, stuck his head
to the hole and smiled and then his hand through the hole and stuck his
thumb up before he slammed out the door.
Half the spunk in my mouth I slowly swallowed so the taste would stay with
me for the rest of the afternoon and the rest I spat as lube on my cock and
shot my load up the walls over a felt pen picture of a tranny in stockings
and heels being fucked by a black cock.

Any comments? e-mail to paul_byford@hotmail.com
My last story got me some mail - thanks to all who wrote.