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gloryhle.txt
                               THE GLORY HOLE

     I suppose that if it had not been such a hot afternoon (summer in
Phoenixcan 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 john's, 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 missle 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 mough 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 he was
watching me, so I just pulled by 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 he 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 eightteen 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 eightteen-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 a
narrow 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 abainst 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 toilet
paper in pencil.  "That was Great Man.  I Got a Buddy Outside Who'd Like some
of that.  He's got 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 ot 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 throgh
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 puch 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 gegan 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 kepy 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 uintil 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.