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.....the bag  in the  corner in  back of the toilet.

      I turned and unbuttoned by 501's, letting  them slide  to the  floor
as I sat  down.
      While in the act of sitting, I noticed light coming through the
hole, it went all the way through.  The guy in the next stall had
finished, flushing the toilet, he left.  I took the opportunity of looking
through the hole to see just what was visible.  It had been a screw hole
for the tissue holder, but someone had reamed it out so that it now gave a
clear view of the stall next door.  The center of the view was right on
the area where a guys crotch would be, but angled so far down, that you
scrunched down and look up into the hole, you would not be aware of being
watched.  Unless of course you already knew about the hole.  Right at that
moment, someone entered the stall next door and I pulled back to look down
at the feet and to get the fuck away from the hole before he had the
chance to look up it if he wanted to.

        Gleaming combat boots and the bottoms of Marine cammies met my
eye.  He sat a package next to the outside wall of his stall and proceeded
through the ritual of sitting down. I eased forward and quickly glanced
down through the hole. My neighbor had removed his cammie jacket and
pulled the front of his olive green t-shirt over his head, leaving his
arms in the sleeves.  This bared his abdomen and chest and with dropping
his pants, he was nude from his forehead to his mid-calfs.  He had leaned
back against the wall so that his face was not visible.  This man was
fucking hot.  Right then, the door opened and someone yelled in "Hey Bill,
were going to take a walk around the outside of the building and then go
over to the snack bar, when you're through, catch up.  Ok?"  My neighbor
answered "ok, but I may be here a while."  As the door closed, his friend
yelled back "no prob man, get there when ya can."  The door was closed and
we were alone in the head, each in his own little room.

        I was sitting there quietly watching as Tom's left hand began to
slowly rub over his chest and abdomen.  His hair was brown, but he had
spent so much time in the sun without a shirt that the sun had bleached
his body hair blond. Beautiful rock-hard pecs and a true washboard abdomen
were treated to caressing of his left hand.  The right hand moved down to
his crotch, and lifted out about 7" of uncut, cream colored cock.

      He stroked it slowly to full attention and then grabbed it in his
fist near the base, forcing the blood into the had, making it change from
throbbing red to dark purple.  Suddenly he leaned forward and I thought
that he had saw the hole and didn't want to be watched.  "Nice Reebok's
man, but then that's all I can see.  See anything that might interest
you?"  Fuck, of course he knew about the hole.  That's why he was here,
for some hot action.  "Just what I can see from your chin to your knees.
Especially what's in the middle."  He chuckled, "good to hear man, real
good to hear."  Right then the door opened and two or three guys came in
so we stopped talking.  Tom leaned back and dropped his cock.  He ripped
off a piece of toilet paper and reached down and pulled out a pen from his
cammie pants pocket and scribbled something on it.

      He then held the paper and pen under the stall partition and I took
it from him.

        The note read, "they'll leave soon, I'm into sucking cock, and
getting my tight Marine ass fucked, how about you."  Someone knew what I
wanted.  I wrote back "I'm into fucking tight Marine asses, getting my
cock sucked, and sucking Marine cock.  What are you going to do about it?"
Passing the note back under the partition, I looked through the hole and
watched as he took it and read.  The other guys in the head had just left
and he laughed out loud, "Perfect dude, fuckin' perfect."  I looked down
and my hard coc had gotten totally rigid.  While I had not touched myself
since my neighbor had arrived, there was a pool of pre-cum that had
dripped from my piss- slit to the floor between my legs. This guy and the
circumstance had me ready to cream without beating off. I wrapped my hand
around my cock and started to stroke it in a slow cork-screw motion as I
watched Tom next door stroke his dick.  He continued to slowly rub his
hand over his chest and abdomen as he slid his hand up and down over his
meat.

      Low moans would escape his lips as me stimulated himself.  "Wish I
could see your meat man," he asked.  I stood up at the angle I thought he
might be able to see from his side and asked "how's that?"

      "Oh yeah, stroke that fucker man."  He could see.  He also liked
what he was seeing.  "Wish I could touch that thing man," he asked.  I
knelt down on the tile floor and pushed my knees and lower abdomen under
the partition.  Tom did the same, but put his legs inside mine and
immediately grabbed a handful of my cock and balls.  He squeezed and
stroked me until I thought I would explode and asked him to back off a
little or this would be over faster than it started.  Right then the
outside door opened and we scrambled to get up and back on our perspective
seats, just making it.

        As the door closed on the visitor's exit, Tom said "I've got
something for you man," and the under the partition, he slipped a rubber.
Ok, that answers my questions about how far this was going.  I took it and
slipped it on over my cock, it was one of the pre- lubricated ones.
"Thanks for the gift"  "You don't understand, that's a tool, this is the
gift."  Tom got back down on the floor, but was lying on his back.  He
raised his legs against the partition so that his pale, tight ass was
readily accessible.  I got down on my knees and placed my legs on each
side of that perfect, rounded, white ass.  I moistened my fingr and
tickled his ass-hole with my finger, he moaned.  Slipping the finger his
ass was a real project.  He was tight, slowly increasing the pressure, my
finger popped through the clinching ring of his ass- hole.  Tom let out an
exhalation of breath with one word in it, "oh."  The inside of his ass was
hot and milked my finger as if asking for more.  Tom began to wiggle his
ass back and forth begging me "come-on man, give me what I want."  Inching
forward on my knees, I placed the head of my rubber sheathed cock against
that incredibly tight ass- hole and pushed.  Tom grunted and pushed back
as much as the metal partition would allow.  I leaned back and slid my
legs three or four more inches forward and pushed.  "uugh", Tom grunted as
the head of my dick popped inside his ass. "That's it, that's what I want
man."  I began to rock back and forth, making my cock slip in and out of
his narrow chute.  Tom was moaning "oh, oh, oh, almost continuously.
occasionally begging "fuck me man, yeah that's it, fuck me good,"
Suddenly, the outside door opened and I yanked my cock out as Tom lowered
his legs and we both made it back to our seats as the inside door opened.
The excitement was driving me crazy.  I was so fuckin' horney that I
didn't know if I could get off now.

        "Hey you guys, I've locked the outside door so I can clean in
here.  Don't worry, when you leave it will latch by itself.  Andguys,
.....  enjoy yourselves."

      The janitor giggled as he left.  "I'll be fucked"  Tom said.  "I was
working on that, remember."  We both burst into laughter. "Well, get it
back down here Marine."  "Sir, yes sir!!"  Tom got back to the floor
quickly and assumed the former position.  Once more in forced my cock
through that tight ring of sphincter muscle.  It was as if I hadn't been
there before.

      With the new freedom of not expecting sudden visitors, he became a
little more vocal "Come-on man, fuck the living shit out of me.  Make my
ass sore for me dude. Everytime I sit down tomorrow, I want to know that
you've been there."

      I reached between my legs and grabbed his hips, pulling him another
inch onto my cock with more force each time I slid into him.  Tom reached
back with both hands and pulled his asscheeks apart, hoping for that inch
or more of meat that the partition wouldn't allow in his hungry ass.
Something kept scratching the inside of my right leg, I looked down and it
was a thin gold band on the little finger of his left hand.

      No stones, just a filigree pattern. Keeping my left hand on his
right hip, I reached under the partition and wrapped my hand around his
wet dripping cock. "Yeah, that's it dude, work me man."  As much as I
could move under that metal wall, I beat his stiff cock in time with
fucking his ass almost raw.

        Slamming into his ass made my chest strike the stall and it made a
low booming noise, coupled with my grunts and Tom's groans and pleas to
"fuck me silly man," all of these combined should have brought security to
check out who was doing demolition and killing some guy at the same time.
My breath caught, I could feel that hot, tight feeling in the pit of my
stomach that spread rapidly to my balls. Spasmodically grunting out
unintelligible sounds, I came. My body shook and vibrated as Tom said "oh
shit," and covered my right hand with his hot cum.

      Our bodies jerking occasionally, we slowly caught our breath.  As my
cock shrank, it slid out of Tom's welcome ass.  I climbed back onto the
toilet seat and Tom lowered his legs, but lay on the floor for a minute
longer.  I pulled the rubber off my cock and dropped it into the toilet,
taking a stretch of paper to clean myself off.  I looked through the hole
as Tom climbed back onto his seat and watched as he cleaned his own cum
off his chest and abdomen.  His skin gleamed from the thin layer of sweat
that covered him.  "Whew!  Thanks man, that was exactly what I needed.
That's a nice piece of cock you got there, it did me right."  "Anytime you
want this piece of meat, check back here and we'll see."  "Ok, I'll be
looking for you, I'm generally over here on Tuesdays and Thursdays, around
the same time."

        I stood and pulled up my 501's and tucked in my shirt. Flushing
the toilet, I opened the stall door and checked myself in the mirror.  I
looked a little tired, but not fucked-out.  There was always this evening.
"Later dude." "Yeah, see you around,......I hope."  Leaving the head, I
headed back for my car and pulled out of the lot.  For a change, I took
the long way around the building.

      As I passed the bus-stop, there was a Marine standing there,
desperately trying to thumb a ride.  I pulled over and waved him to come
on.  He ran up to the van just as the window came down and placed his left
hand on the window.  "Are you going over by the 22 area?"  "Yeah, hop in."
It was then I noticed the thin gold ring on the little finger of his left
hand, with a simple filigree pattern to it.  He looked to be about 6' even
and around 170 pounds.  His goodlooking smiling face held inquisitive
green eyes and thick eyelashes that had been bleached by the sun.  He
reached up and took off his cammie cap, his Marine short, golden-brown
hair almost stubble.  "Fuck, I missed the bus back, I really appreciate
this man."

      "Don't worry, it's no problem." Leaning back in the seat, he closed
his eyes and his right hand began to knead his cock under the cover of the
cap he had placed in his lap.

      "Man, I'm fuckin' dogged out." "But, you did get what you needed
didn't you?"  Smiling, he said "I got that man."  Then his eyes opened and
for the first time he looked at me.  "What did you say,"  he asked. "I
said that getting your ass fucked under the partition in the ground floor
head can make you both late and tired,....right?"  Tom looked pale for a
moment and then looked down at my shoes.

      "Yeah, I said they are nice Reeboks."