From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Glory Hole
Date: 9 Jul 1996 00:15:42 GMT

			    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 uncircumcised 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.