[MF] Gloryhole (public, exhib, kink)

This is a true story that happened a few months ago. I wrote about it for my blog and have tried to make it more of a story, less a ‘stream of consciousness’. Hope you enjoy.

I couldn’t wait anymore, I had to stop and have a pee.

After driving most of the afternoon, I was nearly (about half an hour or so away from) home, and I just wanted to finish the journey.

I pulled in at the layby; not a service station, just an old fashioned brick building with a gents, disabled and a ladies – which is where I headed for after parking up close by and locking the car with the remote.

It wasn’t as grim as I’d feared, but not exactly luxury. It was clean, which is the main thing. Poorly lit and a bit dim.

Anyway, I closed the door and locked it, then pulled my knickers down around my ankles and the bliss of emptying myself and relieving the pressure on my bladder was lovely. The flow slowed and the hissing noise faded, the trickle of the final droplets echoing slightly in the empty place.

I got up and felt for the tissue paper to wipe myself and dry my fanny before pulling my knickers back up. As I turned to the side, I guessed where the ladies butted against the gents, I noticed a twinkling light.

Pausing I changed direction and leant down a little, and could make out a definite hole in the wall which was allowing the light through.

Abruptly it darkened and I stopped. What the fuck would do that? I leant over now, hands on that wall and inspected it. Clear as day there was a roughly drilled hole through the mortar, which I could feel with my fingers. I pulled my phone from my bag and quickly switched on the flashlight, shining it on the hole so that I could now make out the blockage at the other end; it looked like a sheet of tissue paper.

Hmm.

I finally wiped myself and pulled my panties up, gathering my things, affecting nonchalance.

There it was! The light again – it wouldn’t have been noticeable if I hadn’t been carefully keeping a corner of my eye on the hole.

Some dirty bastard was having a look.

“Don’t be shy,” I said softly and leant back over to peer through. God knows what was going through my mind; instead of being freaked out by some pervert peeking at me on the loo I wanted to see who it was.

On the other side of the hole I could see a guy, trouser undone at the fly but still around his legs, T-shirt above, wanking his cock. Fucking hell. What a cock!

I’d never seen anything like it. It was fat, like a beer can – not the apocryphal, exaggerated comparisons in porn, but genuinely thick like a forearm. Beautiful, pinkish brown, blue veins and it looked (important to me, it’s a foible of mine) straight. I couldn’t really tell as it was being held and stroked by a powerful, large hand.

I was mesmerised by the slow, deliberate strokes and the sheer scale of that enormous organ.

He carried on his slow business of masturbation whilst I watched, fascinated and breathless. Our roles had reversed; now it was I watching him, though of course my voyeurdom was with his knowledge.

This was amazing, all I’d needed was a pee and somehow I’d found myself in a lavatory off the main road home, watching a peeping Tom pleasuring his frankly enormous tool. It was so large, so unlike anything I’d ever seen, I couldn’t resist asking him.

“Would you like a hand with that?”

Corny, crass, but to the point and I really; really hoped he’d say yes. He didn’t actually say anything but instead pulled the lock of his cubicle open with a loud, ringing metallic clang. That put the ball firmly in my court.

Gathering my bag and making sure my knickers were on to soak up the sexy juice starting to leak from my vagina (I’ve always been pretty wet, even just day to day I often have to use a panty liner to ensure I stay relatively comfortable), I opened my cubicle with a similar clang and furtively made my way out of the ladies. Checking each way for anyone watching – fortunately no-one else appeared to have stopped, and the only other car besides mine that I could see, I assumed to be the transport of Mr. Donkey-Dick – I stepped into the first gents I had ever been in, in my life.

My heels clip clopped over the hard flooring and I saw a large hand emerge around the cubicle adjoining the wall between this and the ladies, and it pointed to the adjoining cubicle.

What was this about?

I went into the neighbouring cubicle anyway, on the basis that I knew I was getting into a sexy situation and if I got into trouble I had my phone in my hand to call for help.

Straight away I could see why he’d indicated for me to go in here.

The metal barrier between the cubicles had been drilled through, then filed, so that there was a hole roughly a clenched fist size in radius at approximately waist height.

I could sit on the toilet seat cover and watch him, still slowly wanking that enormous girth, through this much larger hole.

My turn to beckon, I put a hand to the hole and laid my palm upwards.

He stepped over, around the toilet in the cubicle and I felt the heavy weight of this swollen protuberance lying on my hand before he let go completely and it was all mine. It was as heavy as it was thick, and with the best will in the world I couldn’t wrap my hand around it. It wasn’t terribly long, a nice usable seven maybe eight inches, and uncircumcised so that the thick foreskin was peeled back to reveal most of the helmet. For once, this term was genuinely accurate. The glans glistened in the dim artificial light and as I moved my hand back towards me to hold it tightly, I could feel the pronounced ridge and the smooth sheen of the head.

This was a spectacular cock.

My heart was pounding now, and the trepidation and slight fear I had felt was giving way to the exciting butterfly nervousness of doing something naughty. Very naughty indeed.

I let the weight of this penis from heaven settle in my fingers, the leaden momentum of the blood engorged length pressing down on them so I could gauge its size properly.

Pulling it, insistently, with my hand now wrapped as far around the cock just behind the head, towards me I felt incredible anticipation and licked my lips nervously. Fucking hell, there was just no way I could fellate this. I leant forward to greet it as I pulled it through the gloryhole and flicked my tongue over the dry purple shaded tip of the head, up from the cord underneath and over the japs eye. It was so big I could actually feel the contours of the urethral opening with the tip of my tongue.

Each sensual touch of my mouth muscle sparked a ping of excitement in my crotch.

It was through the hole now, filling the width almost fully, his balls on the other side of the separating barrier; there wasn’t enough room to pull them through!

Releasing my hold, I allowed it to droop slightly – only a little, as despite the prodigious girth and pleasing length it was proudly erect. I drank it in with my eyes, this almost ideal cock. Straight as a ruler, wonderfully shaded pink to brown and bulging veins with the distinctive blue tint contrasting with the pink. Rounded and adorned with a lovely, proportionate bulging head.

I had to have this.

I stretched my mouth as far apart as I could, imagining a visit to the dental hygienist, and reached towards the luscious meat, taking hold of it with a hand curled around it next to the metal barrier.

My lips touched it but – miraculously really – I was able to continue my journey down and along the length. With this, there was no prospect of playing my tongue around the pole, and instead I kept my tongue flat to the bottom of my mouth. My saliva coated the beauty and I gagged as the head banged against the roof of mouth, disappointing me that I’d got relatively little inside. But all things considered, I was amazed I’d managed this much – amounting to probably just three or four inches in length.

Sliding off, keeping my lips sucking against the skin, the foreskin followed me and wrapped over the ridge of the head and then covered it up slightly as I could see when I opened my tear filled eyes after releasing it and taking a gulp of air.

It was bulging, throbbing and I could see he was thrusting, banging against the surrounding of the hole.

My cunt was flooded and I hastily pulled the panties down and rubbed my slick hole with one hand, whilst grabbing the prick once more and taking another greedy inhalation of the mammoth penis.

Again and again I took it in my mouth, loving the fullness and feeling the spit dribble from my mouth. I flicked my clitty when he thrusted, pushing into my throat, gagging and resisting the urge to pull away and gasp for air; instead, dedicating myself to my loving of this superb dick.

The wetness between my legs was ridiculous, long eggy strands of mucus clinging to my fingers as I more and more frantically rubbed my thick outer lips, feeling the softness and yielding between them where my middle finger ran between my inner flaps.

I had to fuck this cock…

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