Date: Mon, 20 Sep 2004 19:18:30 -0500 From: Ben Foster Subject: Stevenson Hall, Last Stall (college, encounters, urine) I never thought gloryholes actually existed. I always figured them as something out of a wonderfully erotic fairy tale, but that nowhere could you actually find one. I read stories involving them. Looked at staged pictures of them. And I always, always wanted to actually see one. To be in a stall with a glory hole. The very thought excited me. Imagining myself on the toilet, my dick hard as hell, my pants around my ankles, waiting for some guy to step into the stall next to me. Imagining squeezing my dick quietly, waiting, and watching for what the guy would do. If he would just stand there, unzip, piss into the toilet and then walk out. Or if he would sit down and do the same thing I was doing; stroke his dick until it was hard, aroused just as I was. You could imagine where my thoughts from there led. I'm a college student. 19 years old. And gay, obviously. I love cock, to put it simply. But I have a rather strong fetish for bathrooms and piss. As a kid, even as young as before puberty, I would grow excited at the thought of using a public bathroom. I guess because it was the only place I knew of where I could catch a sight of another boy's or a grown man's dick. If I was at a baseball game or some other event, I would be sure to drink plenty so I could always leave whomever I was with to use the bathroom. I would go in, stand at the urinal, and very slowly let out my piss. As I did my dick would begin to grow hard. Even if no one else was in there. I'd still be standing in front of the basin, my dick pointing straight out, piss splashing. And if someone came up to the one next to me, that was it. I tried very little to not look over, and once I did, I was in heaven. To see another man standing there, his dick hanging out, pissing away, that was wonderful. Of course now bathrooms are still mildly arousing. Though thankfully I am able to control myself somewhat better. Sometimes though, if I have a break between classes, I'll go into the bathroom, sit in a stall, and find myself completely unable to stop myself from getting hard, especially if there's someone next to me, or if I can hear someone pissing a couple stalls down. Maybe it's gross, but I've jerked off many times while in such a situation. Slowly and quietly stroking my hard dick to be sure no one hears, imagining the guy sitting next to me, his dick and balls hanging there, or the guy at the urinal holding his dick and pissing away, squeezing and stroking until I cum all over the seat. Hell, what better way to pass time between class, I think. One day during summer break after my first year of college, I heard a rumor that there was actually a gloryhole on campus. I was at some party and a couple guys I really didn't know too well were joking about it. I wasn't sure if they were serious, but I immediately took note. And actually, just thinking about the idea of one at my very own school started to excite me. Thinking about how many better ways I could pass time between classes with such a useful piece of knowledge. Stevenson Hall, they said. Last stall. As the summer passed I pretty much forgot about what I'd heard. I was at home and distracted and by the time school started, I hadn't thought of it once. Until I stepped into Stevenson Hall for the first day of classes. My mind immediately spun back to that night when I'd overheard the tale of the gloryhole, and I wondered, could it really be there? If it was at one point, wouldn't they have fixed it? Or is there some unspoken rule about such matters. That a gloryhole is a sacred thing, is used for anonymous pleasure and should never be destroyed. In fact, it should be revered. Okay, I'm sure no such thing exists. In anyone's mind but mine. Class ended and I raced to the bathroom. No one was in there, so I immediately walked to the end stall, and lo and behold, there it was! Right between the last two stalls, a hole maybe a few inches in diameter, that looked like it was carved over the course of many semesters. Horny college boys scraping and scraping away with pens or whatever tool they used, hoping that one day it would finally be complete. Envisioning that future day when they could stick their fat, throbbing cocks through the hole and right into the open mouth of some other horny guy on the other side. My dick began perking up immediately. Unfortunately I had another class and could not linger. I took a piss, giving my hardening dick a few squeezes, and then left, vowing to myself I would return soon. Knowing it could be no other way. Thursday, three days later, I had my plan. My first class wasn't until the early afternoon, so I figured I could just get there about an hour early, and head right to the bathroom. What would happen once I was there, I had no idea. But that didn't matter. I would go into the stall when no one else was in the bathroom, so no one would see me, and sit, and wait. My dick was not at one point that day completely soft. Just thinking about what I was going to do had me going from the very moment I woke up. A little before noon I walked into the bathroom. A guy was drying his hands, so I just walked up to a urinal, pulled out my dick and stood there, making like I was pissing until he left. Once he did, a grin spread across my face and I all but lunged to the last stall, not even bothering completely putting my dick back in my pants. The way these bathrooms work is this: it's shaped in a U pattern. You walk in the door and there are the sinks and mirrors and a few urinals on your left. Walk past those and turn to the left, and there are a few more urinals on the left. Walk past those and left again, and there are the stalls, maybe five of them. I closed the door, let my pants and boxerbriefs fall to my ankles and sat on the toilet. Funnily enough, there was no graffiti in this stall. No etchings of dicks or girl's tits. I guess guys found much more interesting things to do while on this particular toilet than write on the walls. My dick was after just a moment completely hard. Seven inches sticking straight up, rigid, the head engorged. With my left hand wrapped around my dick, I peered into the other stall, through the gloryhole, ecstatic at what I'd discovered. I wanted to jerk off right then. I want to madly stroke and squeeze my cock until I came right on the spot. But I restrained myself and waited. Slowly moving my clenched fist up and down my dick, from tip to base for a minute or so. Stopping and rolling my balls around with my fingers, squeezing those slightly and feeling how loose they were. Back to my dick, gently stroking, squeezing the head a little, clenching. And then suddenly the door squeaked open and someone walked in, their shoes banging heavily on the floor. I perked up, stopped stroking and simply held my dick still, listening. He walked past the sinks and the first set of urinals and around the corner. But then he stopped. Dammit! I heard him unzip his pants and then a moment later the splash of his piss into the urinal. With this sound I allowed myself to start stroking my dick at a much faster pace. Up and down, up and down. Knowing he wouldn't be able to hear me with his piss noisily splashing right in front of him. His flow stopped, so did my stroking. He squeezed out a few more spurts of piss before zipping up and walking out of the bathroom. I closed my eyes and imagined what he might have looked like, his soft dick hanging over his balls, his yellow piss strongly flowing from his piss slit and into the basin. His fingers holding his pissing dick between them, aiming it into the water. Giving himself a scratch or two on the balls as he pissed. I hadn't realized I'd been jerking off pretty intensely until the door opened again. This time a couple guys walked in. One set of feet turned the first corner while another stopped. I vaguely heard the sounds of a guy pissing on the other side of the bathroom, but was focused on the other set of feet. This guy kept going past the second set of urinals, and around the second turn to the stalls. My heart began racing! I remained as quiet as possible. He walked past the first couple stalls and then stopped at the one next to mine. With the angle from standing outside the stall and looking down, he probably couldn't see me through the hole, but he of course could see the hole itself. And the fact that my stall door was closed. My whole body was tense. I was barely breathing, waiting to see what he would do. After standing in front of the stall for a minute, seemingly indecisive, he turned and walked back, entering the stall two over from mine, leaving one between us. Again, dammit! I heard him unzip his pants and let them fall to the floor. He sat down and then there was silence. Whatever he was doing, he was very quiet. My dick was still rigidly erect, still clutched in my left hand as I sat straining to hear what he was doing. A couple minutes went by, the two of us sitting silently in our stalls. Occasionally he would breathe or cough a little louder and so would I, unable to keep myself completely silent. After a few minutes, he finally began to piss. Again, I began stroking my dick slowly as he did so, wishing I could be watching him instead of just hearing him. He didn't piss for very long, and when he was done, he pulled his pants up, zipped and opened his stall door. He was hesitant, I could tell. Instead of immediately walking out, he stood there for a moment. What he was doing I couldn't tell, but he wasn't leaving. After a moment he began walking away, but then stopped again right at the turn. Another moment of standing still, and then he turned back, his pace quick, and walked right into the stall next to mine and quickly shut the door. Through the hole I could see from his waist down and, most importantly, the prominent bulge in his khakis. He turned away from the hole, as if he were embarrassed or shy of taking down his pants. He unzipped, and let them fall to his ankles. There he stood, his bare ass facing the hole. It was very tight, very perfect. There was a light covering of hair over his cheeks, and a dark bit in the crevice between his cheeks. I loved it. I was squeezing the head of my dick very firmly, precum leaking out slightly onto my fingers. He quickly turned and sat down on the toilet. This guy obviously worked out. He was pretty thin, he legs were pretty muscular, and his cock, shit, his cock was beautiful. The skin was dark, tanned, and it was probably around 7 inches, completely hard and perfectly proportioned. He was obviously unsure of what to do as he sat with his hands on his knees not really doing anything. I wanted him, wanted his dick in my mouth. Of course, I didn't really know what to do either. So for a minute we both just sat there. After a moment he grabbed his hard dick in his hand and started slowly stroking it. I did the same after seeing him. This went on for a minute, the both of us stroking our cocks in unison, watching each other through the hole, or I can only assume he was watching me was well. My cock felt like it was going to explode. I had to do this now. I got down on my knees in front of the hole. Not only was his dick beautiful, so was the rest of him. He had a perfectly angelic face, deeply tanned. He looked about my age, or maybe a year younger. Actually, he did have the freshman expression on his face, so I assume he was. He looked at me, and then suddenly he grinned slightly, as if pleased. Hell, why shouldn't he be. He stood up, still stroking his dick, and turned to the wall between. And there it was, fast approaching, his seven inches of hardness surround by a small, dark bush of pubic hair. Two rather large balls hanging low beneath. And his hand still squeezing as if he didn't want to let it go. But he did, and he stuck it right through the hole. I reached up with my right hand and wrapped my fingers around it. It was so hard and soft and amazingly hot. He shuddered slightly as I held it. I leaned forward and put the head of his dick into my mouth, swirling my tongue around its soft sponginess, stroking the rest of his long dick as I played with the head in my mouth. Slowly, I began going down on him, letting inch after hard inch pass into my mouth until I reached my limit, the wall, and came back up again. I went up and down, up and down, feeling his hard dick in my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around it. I loved it. Loved the way his dick felt. And tasted. A little salty, with the lingering taste from the piss he'd just taken. With his dick between my lips, I stroked my own dick madly with my left hand. He began pushing in and out of my mouth, so I simply placed my lips right in front of the hole and let him fuck my mouth, and he did, though with a bit of gentleness to it. He began sighing softly as he ceased his fucking and I continued my sucking, bobbing up and down on his first few inches and stroking the rest of his dick with my right hand. I was about to cum. My hand flew up and down my own dick, and with his still in my mouth, I shot my load, the first stream flying pretty far and landing right next to his feet on the floor. The subsequent shots were no less as powerful. The second actually hit his foot, landing on his bare big toe and over the side of his flip flops. I moaned as I shot my cum, moaned with his dick hard in my mouth. He was close too. I began going down on him all the way, feeling the tip of his dick far back in my throat and the rest of his swollen, hot cock in my mouth. He began pushing in and out of my mouth, through the hole. Then suddenly he pushed all the way in and I felt him pulsating. His first shot of cum hitting the back of my throat and the rest filling my mouth. Spurt after spurt of his hot cum, still surrounding his dick as I continued to suck, working his sensitive cock until he couldn't take it anymore and pulled out. Still standing in front of the hole, he got some toilet paper and cleaned up his cock. He pulled up his pants, mumbled a pretty incoherent, "Thanks, man," and walked out of the stall and out of the bathroom. I sat back on the toilet and cleaned my own dick up, wiping the remainder of my cum. I stood up and stuck my dick through the hole, just to see what it felt like, standing in one stall with your dick out of sight, in someone else's. Ah, what a wonderful discovery. And to think I used bathrooms for so long only to go to take a piss and look at other dicks. Looking had grown very old. Very. What a very wonderful semester it would be.