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Subject: The Gloryhole  (M/M)
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THE GLORY HOLE

     I suppose that if it had not been such a hot afternoon (summer in 
Phoenix can be real hell), and had I not had my appointments canceled at 
the last minute, I might have never gotten bored enough to take in a 
movie. I was a stranger in the city, however, and there was just nothing 
else to do. I figured a double feature of something would be better than 
going back to my motel. I was attending a sales convention and there was 
no escape from the group. I picked a movie house that was showing an old 
Joan Crawford film that I had missed the first ten times around. It was 
on a side street and off the beaten path. I wanted to be sure that no 
one from my company would just happen to wander in and we'd suddenly be 
stuck with each other's company for the balance of the afternoon.

     I got my ticket and went in about ten minutes before the feature 
that was on was scheduled to break. It was enough time for a cigarette, 
so I went to the john for a smoke. I wasn't above cruising johns, but I 
had always heard that Phoenix was a pretty dead place, and what I had 
seen in the four days I had been there had convinced me my informants 
were right. Just as I suspected, the john was dirty and deserted.

     I whipped out my cock and took a leak while I read the writing over 
the urinal. SHOW IT HARD FOR BLOW. SLAVE WHO LOOKS LIKE MASTER--WANTS 
MASTER! There were three urinals in a row and at the end of the row were 
two wooden stalls. I could see the peep hole carved through, but no eye 
was peeking out at my emptying dick. I gave the old cock a flip and 
tucked it back in my shorts. Just the acrid smell of the place and the 
scribbled notes had given me a little bit of a hard-on. I thought of how 
nice it would be to have a warm mouth to bury it in.

     I walked over and pushed the door on the first of the two stalls 
open and went in. I decided that I would wait and see what intermission 
brought to the pissers. There might be a nice-looking dick or two in the 
audience--if there was anybody in the audience at all. Opposite the 
peephole that looked out on the urinals, there was a glory hole. It was 
large for a glory hole for even big dicks. It looked more like an open 
oven door. At least it would give you not only a look at your visitor's 
equipment, but a good look at him (or her, as the case may be). There 
were a couple of stories on the wall. One about some guy who had picked 
up a cowboy and had taken him home to fuck his wife and how they had 
fucked her both at the same time, and then how the cowboy had fucked the 
guy while his wife blew him. Naturally, the cowboy was made out to be a 
Greek god with a cock down to his knees. There were a couple of darn 
good illustrations at the side of the story of good luck, probably drawn 
by someone who had read the story at a later date. The pale green wall 
was stained all around the story with a helluva lot of wasted come. I 
can't say that it didn't affect me too, for my cock was fully hard now 
and throbbing for a little attention. I dropped a couple of beads of 
spit on the head to keep it nice and moist and to make it feel just a 
little bit better when I rubbed my hand back and forth over the head.

     The movie broke just about then, or so I would guess, because the 
door popped open and in came a half dozen men. I glued my eye discreetly 
to the peephole, but the guy in the first stall stood too close and I 
didn't get to see anything for quite a while. He really must of had to 
piss.

     Finally, he stepped away and I got to see at least a half dozen 
cocks before the supply petered out. There a couple of interesting ones: 
one in particular that snagged my attention. It wasn't very long 
apparently, but had a head on it like a doorknob. It was sort of dark 
brown, so I figured it belonged to one of the many Indians around the 
place. He kept slipping the foreskin back and forth over the head until 
it was all shiny. When he pissed it come out in a flat stream about an 
inch wide. I would have like to see the hole in that head. There was a 
moderately big one on some young fellow in a sport jacket, but he 
conducted himself and his dick in a most business-like manner, so I 
assumed he didn't go that route.

     Everybody had finally cleared out of the john and I was just 
getting up and putting my now fully disturbed cock back into my jockeys 
when the door popped open again and another guy came in. He walked 
directly to the stall next to mine and came in. I quickly sat down, just 
in case it might prove interesting.

     When I saw him I was tempted to get back up and go. He certainly 
wasn't very attractive. He had a bush head of black hair and a flat 
nose. He looked like he had just come in from the reservation. Short and 
heavy-built too. Kind of an interesting square and stocky body, if it 
hadn't been for the face. Just as I was getting ready to move, he 
dropped his pants and turned to me. That boy didn't have to be 
attractive with what he had hanging there. Six big fat limp inched hung 
out from between the hair in his crotch. He stood there just long enough 
for me to get a good look, then he plunked his ass down on the toilet 
seat. I expected to hear a splash as his big uncircumsized cock flopped 
into the water. We sat there for a while doing nothing. I could only see 
him about half way up his chest through the hole, and all of his legs 
and waist were visible looking down through the hole. He had unbuttoned 
his light shirt and the muscles on his stomach looked like a scrub 
board; solid and firm. He sat with both his hands in his crotch so that 
I could see nothing. Not a muscle anywhere on him twitched. I watched 
and began to discreetly play with myself. I had the feeling he was 
watching, but he was leaning far enough back that I could not be sure 
without actually looking up at him through the hole. Little by little I 
let more and more of my cock show. I wasn't exactly ashamed of the piece 
of meat I had. It had been called big by some and adequate by most. It 
was exactly eight and one half inches long and no cheating when it was 
measured, straight as an arrow and big enough around that you couldn't 
get your hand closed around it anywhere.

     I showed it to my friend next door and noticed that though he 
didn't move much, he moved his hands in his crotch a little and I could 
detect a steady motion or massaging taking place there. That was all the 
encouragement I needed. I stood up and let him see it sticking straight 
out from me. I guess I figured he would be carried away enough to stick 
his hand right through the hole and grab it. I guess you can't figure 
Indians like you figure most people. He didn't move a muscle and finally 
I sat back down. We sat there again for a moment and then it was his 
turn. He stood up and in a single motion turned and stuck his now rock 
hard cock through the hole into my side of the booth.

     God! What a magnificent tool that was. It was at least ten inches 
long and thicker than I imagined a cock could be. I wrapped my right 
hand around it and there was a gap of at least one half inch between my 
thumb and my finger. His throbbing piece of missile was a light brown 
color with a glistening pink head the size of a doorknob. Doorknob! Then 
I realized suddenly that it was the same one that had caught my 
attention earlier. I guess when they are soft they seem darker than when 
they are hard. He kept pushing it toward me like he was fucking the air.

     I had originally planned to have my cock sucked, but I wasn't about 
to argue with a piece of meat as big and nice as that. I managed to take 
the head in my mouth by opening my jaws just as far as they could go. 
The first time I had the head all the way in, I ran my tongue into the 
hole in the head. It was as big as I thought and I could get the whole 
tip of my tongue into it. That was the first one that I had ever had 
like that. He started to grind his hips in a steady motion and rammed as 
much of his cock down my hot throat as he could. This wasn't much, for 
there was an awful lot left over when he was in me as far as he could 
get. I let him grind away for a while, and I rubbed my hand up over his 
stomach. Good solid iron. I reached down under his cock and hefted the 
balls in my hand. They weren't very big, but they hung low in their sac. 
As quickly as he had put his cock through the hole, he pulled it back 
and sat down.

     "Let me swing on yours," he whispered. I got up all too willingly 
and shoved it at him. I watched that big mouth of his slide over the 
head of my cock and down that pulsing eight inch shaft again and again 
until, each time, his lips had buried themselves in my pubic hair and I 
could feel my cock prodding against the back of his throat. I felt his 
hand under my balls and then they slowly began to work their way around 
the crack of my ass until they found the hole. Little by little he stuck 
his finger into me until between his sucking on my cock and fingering my 
ass I was trying to crawl up the partition. Just as he had me on the 
verge of pumping my load into him, he stopped and stood up and put his 
dick through the hole too. There we were with our dicks pressed against 
one another. He put his dick under mine so that it ran down into my 
balls when he pumped forward. Mine, of course, banged into his stomach 
at the end of the run. He wrapped both his hands around our cocks and 
then started to grind away again like it was the best fuck in the world.

     After a little while we both had had enough of that. It had felt 
good though to have the head of his dick buried rhythmically in my 
balls. I dropped back to the seat and took that big thing in my mouth 
again and started to suck him like I had never sucked anyone before. I 
ran it as far back in my throat as I could get it and then I pulled it 
out as far as it could go without actually leaving my lips and licked it 
under the head where it was tenderest. In no time at all I had that 
Indian ready for a war dance. He wanted to pull back again, but this 
time I didn't let him. I hung on to that huge pulsating staff of life 
and sucked and sucked until I felt him begin to tremble and to mumble 
something as his fucking my face became faster and faster. Then with a 
scream I am sure was heard all over the theater he bust his guts inside 
my hot lips. Cum streamed into me like water flowing from a faucet. It 
choked me and gushed out of my mouth like glowing hot lava, but I hung 
on and swallowed all that I could. It was trickling down my chin and 
down the wall of the booth onto the floor. His dick immediately started 
to get smaller and smaller and I kept sucking it until I was sure he was 
dry. That was one well-spent stud, I hope to tell you.

     He rested for a moment and then he got up so quickly and pulled up 
his pants and was gone that I didn't realize what he was doing. He 
either had some sort of Freudian recriminations afterward or was just 
the bashful type. At any rate, there I was alone with a roaring hard-on, 
ready to explode at the slightest touch.

     I wasn't about to go out and watch Joan Crawford try to repel some 
man who I'd flip to get at, so I just sat there and started to read some 
of the other "literature" on the walls. I hated to waste the good load I 
had built up by jacking off, and so I sat hoping that someone would come 
in the other stall who would be interested in my constantly enlarging 
love organ. Luckily I didn't have too long to wait.

     This one was just a kid, about eighteen or nineteen, I'd guess. 
Kind of scrawny, but in that young rangy athletic way that so many kids 
his age are. At that point, I wouldn't have cared if he were only 
thirteen. I wanted to get that cock of mine in some guy's mouth and blow 
a hole out the back of head with my load. We played the usual cat and 
mouse game for a few minutes. He kept his pants drawn up over his knees 
so that I couldn't see anything except his hand shoved down in between 
his crotch playing with himself. I knew was watching me, so I just 
pulled my dick out into plain view and gave it a few healthy whacks that 
brought a couple drops of ooze to the crack in the head. Apparently this 
was all the encouragement the kid needed, for him put his hand up the 
hole and motioned for me to stick my dick through. I didn't waste any 
time complying with his wishes.

     At first he just started to lick it all over with his tongue. I 
could watch him by leaning backward. His tongue darted all over that big 
cock of mine covering it with enough spit and slime to slide it through 
the eye of a needle. He was just about driving me mad and I guess he 
could tell from the way that my dick kept jerking up and down. He 
tongued down my dick to my balls and swallowed each of those for a 
couple of minutes, all the while sliding his hand back and forth over my 
rod. I felt like I was on fire with his hot tongue all over me and hand 
sliding on my tool. I couldn't take it any longer, and afraid that I 
would pop in the air and waste it all, I jerked it back through the 
hole.

     The kid seemed to sense what the problem was and when he put his 
open lips next to the hole I pushed the cock into his mouth like I was 
going to nail him to the opposite wall. I could feel it push by his 
tonsils and sink deep down into his throat. The little bastard didn't 
even gag. I wasn't the first cock that had fucked him in the face. And 
fuck him in the face is just what I did. I put my hands right up against 
the wall while I pulled my dick out of him and rammed it down his throat 
again and again, each time getting a little faster. The kid had his hand 
through the hole and was hanging on to my balls, trying to run his 
finger up the crack of my ass. It drove me off my rocker for a little 
while, and I guess I lost control, because I really started to slam that 
cock to him.

     I could tell I was beginning to get to him, because he kept trying 
to pull his head away and I just held him by the ears so that he 
couldn't move and pounded my dick into his tonsils again and again. When 
I fired my load, I thought I was going to have my guts come out with it. 
My whole insides seemed to drop when I came, and there was a sensation 
of suddenly flying and seeing all sorts of whirling stars. Cum was 
gushing out everywhere and I could hear the kid gasping and choking and 
trying to swallow so that he could breath.

     I quickly let go of his ears. He pulled his head back and gave a 
couple of quick pants and grunts, but never stopped licking the head of 
my tender tool until it was too limp to stand. I fell exhausted back 
against the other wall and then sat down on the toilet seat and tried to 
get hold of myself again. In a few minutes the world was in its proper 
perspective.

     I had sat for a couple of minutes longer and was just about to get 
up and pull up my pants and see how Miss Crawford was doing, when the 
kid shoved his hand through the hole. There was a picture in his hand 
and my curiosity was great enough to take it and look at it. It was the 
picture of a very small guy, probably about eighteen and about five feet 
six inches tall, being screwed by another young fellow in his twenties. 
The picture was a good close up and showed the huge hunk of meat that 
the older boy had. Looking at it for a minute, I could just see the 
asshole of the eighteen-year-old stretching trying to accommodate the 
instrument that was tearing it. I handed it back to the kid and he 
shoved another one through to me. This one showed another guy on his 
back (you couldn't see his face because he had his legs up in the air 
and arched back) and there was another middle-aged man with just the 
head of his dick in the other guy's ass. Needless to say, it was a 
pretty big dick. The third picture the kid showed me was of the two 
fellows in the first picture. The eighteen-year-old was sitting on the 
older guy's lap, the cock buried all the way up his ship-shoot, and the 
older kid was sucking the younger's cock.

     By the time I had handed the last of the pictures back to my 
"buddy" next door, I was all upset and hard again. Apparently this is 
what had been the purpose of the pictures for the kid stood up and let 
me get my first look at his meat. If the pictures hadn't aroused me, his 
cock sure would have. It was just a little longer than mine, probably 
nine inches, and straight as an arrow with a sort of heart-shaped head. 
It looked nice and thick and right then and there I decided to go for 
broke and see if I could make the twice in a row bit. The kid was 
reluctant apparently to put it through the hole so I could get at it and 
when I stuck mine through the hole he just gave it a friendly pat. I 
pulled back when he whispered, "Turn around."

     Suddenly I got the picture. I had been fucked before, but never in 
a standing position and never quite in "public"... and dry. Spit, I 
felt, wasn't going to accommodate that delicious morsel of man. However, 
never one to be a party pooper, I turned my ass to the hole and 
hesitantly backed up. I expected to feel that shaft trying to force its 
way into me. I was totally unprepared for what happened. Suddenly, there 
was his long warm tongue licking up the crack in my ass. His hands 
spread the cheeks and he started to drive his tongue up inside of me. 
The warm moist feeling soon had me pushing my ass back at him so he 
could get deeper in me. At the same time I was wiggling my hips and 
fucking the air in front of me. Good? You don't know unless you have 
tried it. He kept up his licking and tonguing until he knew he had me 
hot enough for just about anything, and then I felt something cold slide 
in my ass on his finger. He came prepared with Vaseline. At least it 
would make it a little easier, because I was determined to get that cock 
of his in me if I had to sit on it with only spit to help.

     Gently his hands pulled the cheeks apart as far as they would go 
and I felt him place the head of his tool right at the hole. Little by 
little he began to work that thing inside of me. The first push he gave 
to break the barrier put all of the big heart-shaped head in me and just 
about finished me off. I knew then that that dick looked only half the 
size it was. With the head in me he started his drive home. It was slow 
at first. He worked an inch or so into me with each gentle stroke until 
I could feel him pounding that meat well up into the gut of me. I 
figured that I had it all, but each stroke seemed to drive it just a 
little bit deeper. I knew I couldn't take much more, and gave a little 
quiet sigh when I finally felt his balls come to rest on my ass. I guess 
I sighed too soon, for then he began to fuck me. I had to brace my 
shoulders and back against the opposite wall to keep from coming apart 
with his lunges. He slammed that thing into me like I had no bottom. I 
gave a cry the first time he did, but it didn't stop him or even make 
him hesitate. He had hold of my balls and had pulled them back between 
my legs, hanging on tight, so there was no place I could go and nothing 
I could do but let him have his way and slam his meat into me as hard as 
he wanted. It was only bad for the first couple of minutes and then he 
had opened the nine or ten inch channel that he needed, and everything 
began to feel better as my ass stretched to accept his swollen piece of 
passion. Man, that kid knew how to fuck. He'd pull it all the way out 
until my ass would almost snap shut on the head, and then he'd drive it 
into me with every ounce of strength he had. Little, by little, I began 
to work with him (even if it did hurt sometimes when he reached bottom 
the wrong way) and he let go of my balls. Then he started a cork screw 
motion that really had me hanging on. Faster and faster his pumping 
became and I could tell from the way his heavy balls slapped against the 
crack of my ass that he was going to shoot his wad. In a thrust that 
drove deeper into me than any of the others, he let me have it. Cum 
burnt up inside of me like white hot coal and I jumped at the heat of 
the discharge and the force with which it shot into me. He held his dick 
in me until it started to get soft and then I felt the bastard start to 
piss in me.

     I tried to pull away (I don't go for that shit--yet!) but he had me 
by the balls again and there was nothing I could do. Finally, when he 
pulled out, piss and cum shot all over the place as I tried to get my 
ass on the stool. I'm glad that there was just the two of us in the 
place, because the piss and the air coming out of me must have sounded 
like hell. I was relieved to see that there was no blood, so I guess the 
fucking hadn't been too bad. The way my insides and cock burned and 
twitched though, I knew I was hot as all hell again.

     As the last fart exploded, the kid handed me a note, written on 
toiled paper in pencil. "That was Great Man. I Got a Buddy Outside Who'd 
Like some of That. He's God a Big One. Interested?" I read the note 
again and then sort of shrugged my shoulders. His next note asked, 
"What's wrong?" I penciled a reply to that one. "I want to get my nuts 
off too." His answer: "My buddy will take care of that too. He's Great." 
Why not, I said to myself, and so I nodded when his face appeared at the 
hole. He dressed and left and I whipped the last of the moisture off my 
ass and wondered what the next one was going to be like. I couldn't last 
much longer and had to get back to the motel or there would be a lot of 
explaining to do.

     I didn't quite expect what his buddy was going to be like, and was 
more than a little bit surprised. The blackest, tallest, skinniest Negro 
I have ever seen walked into the stall, dropped his pants and sat down. 
I still had my mouth open from surprise when another piece of toilet 
tissue came through the hole. "My name's Pat. My buddy says that you got 
a sweet ass." I crumpled the paper and dropped it into the john. I was 
still debating what to do; whether to get up and leave or to make the 
best of it, when the guy got up and dripped his limp dick through the 
hole. I can honestly say that I have never seen one bigger than that. It 
was dead soft and it hung an good eight or nine inches down the wall. I 
just sort of gasped, and if there had been any question before, there 
was certainly no question now. There is a little of the size queen in 
all of us and I knew right when I saw it that I was going to have it. I 
ran my hand up along it and skinned it back and watched the big purple-
black head slip out of the foreskin. Even in the dull light of the john 
it glistened. As I played with it it started to get harder and longer, 
and longer and longer until it stood staring me right in the eye. It was 
a foot long, twelve thick black juicy inches long, or it wasn't an inch. 
"Suck me, baby, suck me," he whispered, and I leaned forward to oblige. 
I put my lips around that black tool and swung on it like it was the 
sweetest thing in the world, and right then, it was. I wrapped my right 
hand around the base and held it while I pushed as much in my throat as 
I could. All the while I was sucking on the huge piece of meal ebony, I 
could hear him softly whispering, "Suck me, baby, eat that big black 
mother-fucker, let me feel your lips drain me, man." Just listening to 
him made me hot enough to pop but the combination of his soft murmuring 
voice and the slow, but steady, pumping of his hips made me want to get 
as much of that cock into me as possible. I wanted to be fucked by him 
and I knew that was what he wanted too.

     Abruptly I stood up and shoved my ass up against that big black 
tool and braced myself for him to push it into me. Instead, like his 
buddy, he rimmed me first. Only this time, I really got rimmed. His 
tongue must have been as long as his dick, for once he got started I 
know I had four or five inches of thick pink-black tongue whipping 
around inside my ass. One thing, it was clean since it had just been 
flushed out. When he got me good and hot, I couldn't wait any longer. 
"Fuck me," I said.

     As I looked over my shoulder, I saw him rubbing Vaseline on it. 
God! How it glistened, black and unbelievably long! The glory hole was 
just big enough for him to get his and through and he reached through 
and grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back toward him. With one long 
steady push he shoved his way into me. The pain was unbelievable and I 
began to struggle and it was all I could do not to yell, but his 
determination was absolute and his grip was like a steel vise. His 
finger marks left black and blue spots on my skin for about a week after 
that. He just kept pushing and pushing and forcing more and more into me 
until he had to stop because there was no place left to put it. My 
insides were burning like fire, but there was no stopping me, or him. I 
couldn't stop because he had control and he wasn't for losing control. 
He began to screw me like he was possessed by something. He'd take long 
grinding strokes that would pull that big black tower all the way out of 
me and then slam it back in with the strength of a steel rod. My asshole 
was snapping closed and open so many times that it began to really ache. 
Each time he drove into me he went a little further than the time 
before, and the pain make me want to get away, but I couldn't. I 
couldn't feel his balls against me yet, so I knew that I didn't have it 
all in me. After a couple of long fast strokes he pulled it all the way 
out and then he started just to fuck me with the head. He'd pull it out 
until my asshole closed and then he'd ease it back in and sort of whirl 
it around a few times and then pull it all the way out again. The pain 
of a few strokes earlier was quickly forgotten in this rhythm and I 
began to tense and relax to his strokes. The pleasure of that big black 
head rubbing around just inside my guts was unbelievable. With one of 
his big hands he let go of my hips and reaching around in front of me he 
started to play with my cock which was standing at rigid attention. I 
reached down under my legs and felt his slippery dick as it kept sliding 
in and out of my ass. It was real crazy feeling that big thing slip over 
my fingers and into the opening in me, and it excited me enough to back 
up against him again. He dropped my dick and grabbed my waist again.

     This time he really started to screw me. He wasn't fooling around, 
and judging from his panting I knew that the time was getting awfully 
close that something was going to happen. Apparently he had been 
considerate before, for when he lunged into me this time he really went 
all out. I felt something give in me that had never been touched before, 
and though the pain was quick and intense, I felt his balls come to rest 
in the crack of my ass and I knew that I had that twelve inch piece of 
black meat buried right up to the hilt in my white ass.

     I was so hot now that I didn't care what was happening inside. I 
wanted to feel him explode his load in me and I wanted to shoot mine 
anywhere. The pain in my balls was beginning to be overwhelming. He was 
working away with a frenzy now and he drove in further and further and 
harder and harder. I could feel that marvelous wonderful piece of cock 
getting bigger and bigger in me. With one terrific movement he pulled 
the whole damn thing out of me, and then slammed it back into me, and 
all the way up until his balls slapped my ass. He came. Right then and 
there he shot that power pack of hot white cum into me. I could just 
close my eyes and picture that big purple-black head spitting its hot 
load of white cream into my guts. I grabbed my meat and started to beat 
it like hell and in a second I shot a wad clear across the booth and 
splattered it all over the other wall.

     We just hung there like that for a few minutes. Both of us were too 
limp and too exhausted to move. Gradually he began to pull that black 
dick of his out of me and I could feel it slide inch by inch down and 
out of me. I let it go with a big pop and sank exhausted onto the stool. 
Man, that was the greatest.

     I had a little trouble with my ass after that fucking, but my 
doctor fixed it up and after a couple of months I was back in practice 
again. Every time I go back to Phoenix, I stop at this little theater. 
The glory hole is still there, and when I see a little trail of dried 
blood on the wall, I know that my black friend has just gotten somebody 
else. Next time I see him, I'll be ready.