The Gay Gloryhole

100% fiction!

My usual Saturday routine consists ot taking the morning bus to town to catch up with mates, a bit of shopping, followed by a couple of pints then catching the bus home again.
It was one of these typical Saturdays about a month ago when I had my first sexual encounter, which happened to be with another man.

I have always found men and women equally attractive but, being quite an academic sort, have pushed any sexual feelings about either sex to the back of my mind to concentrate on my studies. I just figured that it was the norm and not to be talked about.
This particular Saturday happened to coincide with my nineteenth birthday. My friends and I did our usual milling about in and out of shops and then headed to our favourite pub for a couple of pints and a chill. As it was my birthday a few pints turned into 4. Not only was I a little more tiddly than usual but I missed my bus home and the next one was not due for two hours.

I said goodbye to my pals (who being townies had a much better transport link than me) and decided to have a further gander around the shops until the next bus to my village was due.
A sobering coffee also had the affect of filling my bladder. Desperate for a pee I soucht out the nearest public convenience.
The toilets were dark and dreary with only one light above one of the cubicles and had a strong odour of 'men'. There were three urinals and two cubicles side by side. As I had a bit of shopping and the floor around the urinals was wet with piss, I decided to head for the free cubicle.

My bladder was ready to burst. I quickly pulled down by kegs to expose my meaty cock and let loose to massive relief. I paid no attention to my surroundings.

Only when I had finished did I notice the writing all over the wall which was littered with phone numbers, pictures of cocks and man pussies and notes from men wanting to get their cocks sucked and holes filled.

As I read on, I felt my own cock growing increasingly hard until I reached the full 8 inches of a thick erection. I couldn't leave the loos with a massive hard on so decided to have a wank. The bus was still going to be well over an hour so I thought 'why not?'
I sat on the toilet and pulled my trousers and shorts around my ankles ready to play while looking at the scattering of pictures of cocks all over the cubicle and absorbing the heady aroma of man and piss. It was only at this time I noticed a hole in the wall ajoining the two cubicles. It was about just below my waist level and about 8cm in diameter.

It didn't take a genius to work out that anyone sitting in the stall on the other side of that hole would be able to see exactly what I looked like and exactly what was going on. I suddenly had the feeling, while I rolled my cock too and fro, that I was actually being watched and because the light was above my cubicle, the other stall was almost completely dark.

Initially I was was frantic and thought that some perve was getting off on me having a wank. All too soon though this just turned me on even more so I pointed my meat, now glistening with pre cum towards the hole in the wall to give the voyeur a better look.
I heard a feint groan then saw a red trainer appear briefly beneath the bottom of the ajoining wall, then a large finger briefly poke through the hole as if gesturing or something. I had absolutely no idea what was meant until after a few seconds a low manly voice beckoned, 'Ive seen your face, put your cock through here'.

I flushed and gulped. I had never had a sexual encounter of any kind other than my daily wank, oh, and the odd prod at my mancunt with a dildo my mum keeps under her bed. All sort of thoughts rushed through my mind, what if it is some madman who cuts off my cock?, what if he has some kind of clamp and fixes my cock to the other side of the wall? I was hesitant and then the voice came again,'I've seen your face and wanna suck you off boy!'. All too soon my fear was outweighed by desire to have my cock sucked for the first time so I stood up and started to prod my cock through the hole.

The man on the other side firmly grabbed at my cock with his meaty hand. I could tell he packed some strength as he pulled firmly until my full 8 inches was in his cubicle and my balls were pressed firmly against the wall.
I felt a gentle moistness against my bell end as the stranger started to lick at my precum; and as his lips pursed around my entire bell end, encasing it in warmth and moisture I gave out a small whine. He let out a low chuckle before moving his lips and flickering tongue up and down the length of my shaft.

Fucking hell I thought, I have really been missing out here. The thought of having no idea who was on the other side of that wall, other than being sure that it was an older bloke of some strength and size, the thought that he had seen me, and the thought that he had my cock in his mouth made my body shudder with excitement and I let out a gush of piss into the stranger mouth.
With this, he stopped and all went quiet for a while...I withdrew my cock from the hole. 'I, I, I'm sorry' I stammered 'I didn't realise I was gonna do that, too much beer I guess'.
Again came the low gravely chuckle. 'You taste real good and be sure that I am gonna be drinking a hell of a lot more than your piss in a bit, but now it's my turn'!

I didn't really understand what he meant but it became all too soon apparent when a bulbous bell end started to protrude through the hole. 'Fuck me' I gasped unintentionally. 'I'm gonna' came the manly response 'but first you're gonna suck'.
I had always been impressed by my own cock in both length and thickness. I remember my dad once telling me when he was pissed that big cocks ran in our family and would be the pleasure of many.
This blokes cock was huge. It had a bulbous bell end and its girth filled the hole entirely. More of its length kept coming until a good ten inches of thick meaty cock entered my stall. The funny thing was, it reminded me of my own, only much more impressive!
I had never tasted cock but this was a magnificent specimen and I knew I had to try. I edged closer to the beast and smelled the aroma of cock. The end was glistening with pre cum. I stuck out my tongue and had my first taste of real meat.

Boy it tasted good. I cupped the bellend with my mouth and gently squeezed. Inch by inch I took the shaft further and further into my mouth until I was gagging on this beast. My eyes were watering and I felt like I was gonna hurl but the desire to keep it in my mouth was overwhelming. I rocked my head back and forth sucking vigourously on this strangers enormous cock, in and out faster and faster, slurping and biting. The occasional gift of a spurt of piss or ooze of precum kept me working harder and harder. My own cock was practically purple with desire and fit to burst and my mancunt was starting to pulsate. I knew that as soon as he filled my mouth I was gonna cum and I could hardly wait for the climax. He withdrew!!!

'What the fuck'? I was in a daze. I wanted to drink his load. Why had he pulled away, was I no good? Was I too rough?
'Stand up and turn around' came the gravelled voice of the stranger.

I did as I was told. 'Move that sweet arse of yours closer to this hole'! Again I did as ordered. My mancunt was pressed firmly against the hole, still pursing and pulsating. I wasn't sure what to expect until I felt a thick finger laden with a warm greasy substance penetrate my pussy.'Hmmm nice'! said the stranger. 'This is gonna get a good bashing'.

All too soon he withdrew his thick finger and left my cunt warm and wet. 'Fucking hell', I gasped as I felt the strangers wet bell end start working its way into my moist arse lips. The pain was excruciating but my body was frozen with pleasure. I wanted this to happen. I wanted my man pussy to be filled to the brim by this strangers cock. I gritted my teeth and pressed my cunt firmly against the hole. I felt every inch of the beast of a cock work its way inside. I felt like I was being ripped in two but the pleasure outweighed the pain. The pushing stopped. Every millimetre of my arse cavity was filled by his warm moist rod.

'The full 10 inches mate, youve taken the fucking lot you dirty whore.'
I felt like a whore. I felt seedy and used but boy did it feel good.
'So what are you waiting for'? I uttered. 'Fuck me!'.

The stranger let out his customary low chuckle then started to slowly work the beast in and out of my quivering ass lips. Nothing in my life had ever felt so good as having a 10 inch thick, moist wet shaft riding my cunt. The fact that it belonged to a stranger who knew what I looked like just amplified my desire.
The stranger worked his beast faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. My arse was gaping with pleasure, my cock was rock hard and fit to burst.....then he came.
A low rumbling groan of pleasure ebbed from his lips and spurt after spurt after spurt of thick cum powered into my gash.
'Keep it in me' I pleaded. 'I wanna work my cock with you still in me'.

He withdrew anyway. My arse was like a chasm and felt totally empty. It felt as though that beast of a cock belonged up me and without it it felt wrong.
'You wanna cum boy and I wanna drink it' said the stranger.
I quickly forced my cock through the hole and he immediately got to work. He was more vigourous than before, moaning and groaning with pleasure as he took every inch of my cock into his mouth. I was fit to burst. My balls tightened and I knew I was gonna gush.
'Im gonna cum now' I breathed.

With that he tightened his mouth around my cock and drank load after load of my hot thick cum. I could hear him gulp it down and licking his lips as I shot and shot and shot.
I collapsed back onto the toilet seat. My whole body was spent. I sat there for a while in a daze until the creak of the other cubicle door prompted me from my stupor. 'That was fucking amazing' I thought as I pulled myself together and tidied myself ready for the bus journey home. 'Bollocks' the bus was due in 5 minutes.

I ran for the bus with thoughts of my encounter racing around my mind. 'Who was that stranger with the hugh cock? Will I meet him again? Will it become a regular thing? Why didnt I get his phoine number?'
I clambered onto the bus and paid my fare without acknowledgement, my head was still in turmoil as I walked head low toward the rear seats of the bus.
'Hello son, how was your day'? A cheery yet low voice called as I passed, waking me from my daze.
I turned to my side and noticed familiar red training shoes, worked my eyes up a pair of beefy legs and thighs, noticed the broad manly hands almost gesturing to what I perceived to be a magnificant package. Hairy muscular forearms lead to beefy biceps, muscular shoulders and neck. My gaze arrived at the face.

'Dad'!!!!!!!!!!!!

My father smiled, coyly licked his lips and gave me a sly wink.
'Happy Birthday son' he said. Thought I'd come to town to give you a special birthday treat, hope you like(d) it'!!!