gloryhole

I would go sit in the stall between the ural and the other stall.

On the ural side was a dime size whole

Where you could watch men pee and stroke there cocks. I have opened the stall door many times and they come in and pound your mouth like there pounding a pussy.

Most times grabbing your head and shoving there cock as far down your throat as they can when they cum. Pumping there hot sperm down your throat.

Most often saying thing like "yea take my cum you cock whore" or "cum slut quer"

I did enjoy that too, but the gloryhole is what brought me back time after time.

The whole was about the size of a softball plenty of room for both their cock and their balls

I get there around 5am and sit and wait then I would hear the door open and foot steps most times they pause for a moment or too

Where you could watch men pee and stroke there cocks. I have opened the stall door many times and they come in and pound your mouth like there pounding a pussy.

Most times grabbing your head and shoving there cock as far down your throat as they can when they cum. Pumping there hot sperm down your throat.

Most often saying thing like "yea take my cum you cock whore" or "cum slut quer"

I did enjoy that too, but the gloryhole is what brought me back time after time.

The whole was about the size of a softball plenty of room for both their cock and their balls

I get there around 5am and sit and wait then I would hear the door open and foot steps most times they pause for a moment or too

The footsteps resumed. They ended when the man entered the stall beside mine. I sat back down on the toilet to establish my view through the glory hole. Sure enough there was an eye looking back.

Almost before I knew what I was doing, I rubbed a finger around the rim of the circular hole.

I heard the clink of a belt being unbuckled and the zip of a fly. Then it was coming through the glory hole:

It was already hard.

It was a handsome specimen. Even on this side of the hole there must have been seven inches or more. The glans was like a reddish mushroom cap; its tip was wet with a tiny dewdrop. The shaft was comparatively pale, except for the light blue vein running down the length of the penis. I leaned back appreciating this fine dick.

"Go on, man," its owner said. "Suck it."

It wasn't encouragement I needed; it was permission.

I lowered myself to my knees and faced the partition. I reached up and gently took the shaft in my hand, then I leaned in and licked the tiny bead of pre-cum off the point of his penis. I played with it with my tongue, letting my taste buds get used to what was coming. A long thin strand connected my lower lip to his cock. I shuddered with a strange pleasure.

"Come on," my customer sounded again. "Suck it you fagget!"

This was A NICE cock. I would not be rushed. Still holding the shaft of his dick in my right hand, I nibbled and nuzzled delicately along the length of his cock. After a few minutes, the man on the other side of the partition groaned audibly in appreciation, but I could hear his need in the sound.

I was ready to fulfil that need. I closed my mouth over the glans and began twisting my tongue around the super-sensitive area. I was immediately rewarded with moans from the other side of the wall. I could taste more of his pre-cum mixing up with the saliva in my mouth. It made my tongue feel slippery on his cock.

I began to swallow more of him. The pre-cum/saliva mixture lubricated my progress as I engulfed him inch by inch until I reached my choking point. Then I leaned back and began repeating the process, using my hand to jack the short length of him I couldn't quite choke down. I wasn't disappointed by that; I was new at this and it would take practice to defeat the gag reflex. I shuddered again to realize that I was pondering more practice of this illicit act.

My anonymous client didn't seem to have any complaints about my gag reflex and I began sucking him in earnest, carefully coordinating the movements of my head and my hand. My cheeks caved in as I established a true suction lock on him. My tongue caressed every inch that made it into my mouth, especially the glans. The man on the other side began breathing faster, moaning that it was good. My cock twitched when I heard his compliments.

"Yeah," he exhaled. "You're one fucking good cocksucker."

The cock donor on the other side of the wall began thrusting into the glory hole with a desperate need.

Then, without the warning demanded by good manners and glory hole etiquette, he unloaded in my mouth. My eyes widened as I realized what was happening. I was taking the cum of a complete stranger in my mouth. My cock twitched with arousal while my mind wrestled with excitement and disgust.

But all the while it was happening, I never stopped sucking him. Some of his cum escaped my vacuum lock, and sperm collected on my chin, dripping to the floor in a long gossamer-thin strand. The rest rode over my taste buds and pooled in the back of my throat. I was pleasantly surprised at the taste, but I couldn't immediately decide if I would swallow it or spit it out. In the end, I swallowed because I couldn't tear myself away from the job of cleaning off the cock before me as my cocksucker had done for me.

When I was done licking and sucking him clean, I felt awkward and embarrassed. I tore some toilet paper off the roll and wiped the surplus cum off my chin and from around my lips.

In the other stall, I heard the man zip his fly and leave me in my need, just as I had left my cocksucker.

The heavy washroom door banged closed after my anonymous sperm donor.

What should I do now, I wondered.

Even as I contemplated picking myself up the cubicle floor and going home to rub one out, someone else entered the washroom. Would this be someone who might come to my relief?

Sure enough, the footsteps led straight to the cubicle beside me. A short game of patience and wills ensued as we both wanted it.

I found myself tracing an inviting finger around the glory hole once more. My jaw dropped at my own new lust for anonymous cock.

As expected, a new cock came through. I serviced it as I had its predecessor and my mouth was once more inundated with a load of cum. This time, my client was courteous enough to knock on the wall first, so the choice to swallow his spunk was entirely mine.

And this time, when my work was done, I was rewarded. My neighbour in the next stall did zip up, but he didn't leave. After a moment of uncertainty, he told me to put his finger in the whole

I stood and put my cock in.

He took his time, only stopping once when someone came in to use the urinals before hurrying out. When he resumed, he mixed up his moves between blowjob and handjob, but both felt good. He was blowing me when I alerted him I was going to come. I didn't mind that he didn't want to take my load in his mouth. Instead he jacked me until I blew my load across his stall.

We left the washroom a few minutes apart.

As time went by, the highway maintenance department began covering the men's room glory holes in heavy plates of stainless steel. New holes popped up for a while, but before too long they too were repaired and sheathed in steel.

I returned to the rest stop men's room time after time to give blowjobs, almost until the day the hole was capped. It was just a purely sensual exercise. I have never found myself attracted to men in the years since, but I've also never had more cock than I had in those years in that rest area washroom.