Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2023 07:49:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: Colin Cognito <colincognito@yahoo.com>
Subject: There's Only One Girl for Me

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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