Chapter 147 - Glory Hole C.o.c.k Sucker

'Open your mouth and close your eyes and you will get a great surprise.'

Someone had printed that phrase in big black block letters on the wooden divider which separated the two toilet stalls in the bas.e.m.e.nt bathroom.

Trailing off behind the words was a long black arrow, pointing at a hole cut through the wood. Since it was at eye level, it seemed only natural to peek through it. Just as I thought. On the other side of the hole was an empty toilet stall.

I had found the mens room tucked away in the corner of the bas.e.m.e.nt level of the dorm building I was in. The bas.e.m.e.nt was used mostly for laundry, with three washers, three dryers and a large table in between them for folding clean clothes. I had just thrown a load of wet clothes into a dryer and did not relish the idea of hiking up three flights of stairs to use the bathroom up there. After having a quick piss, I took a peek into the stall and sat down to read the various graffiti that had been left over the years.

'I s.u.c.k.e.d a big ten inch here - May 1997'

'I love to suck c.o.c.k. Feed me your load.'

'S.u.c.k.e.d three c.o.c.ks in less than an hour last night. F.u.c.k.i.n.g hot!'

No date on that one, but the notion was making me hard. I pulled my shorts down and grabbed my c.o.c.k, wishing I had even one c.o.c.k to suck.

In the two years since I'd been at the school, action had been pretty scarce.

I had met a few guys off Internet chatrooms and a couple more through personal ads. I'd done laundry down here dozens of times, but never once had I seen any suspicious activity. Of course, it was nearly two in the morning and I almost always did my laundry this late.

I jacked my c.o.c.k for a few minutes longer, imagining that I was working a big one. Just as I felt myself close to popping, the door to the bathroom swung open. I jumped, startled by the intrusion. I tried to tuck my d.i.c.k between my legs, but it was too stiff. I lifted the bottom of my tee shirt and covered the hard-on up. The mystery guy in the bathroom seemed to be checking himself out in the mirror over the sink. I was waiting for him to scram so I could finish my whack, but he had other plans.

The guy turned and took the stall next to me. I leaned back, so he wouldn't think I was trying to steal a look through the hole.

My c.o.c.k was harder than ever. I could see a small wet spot on my tee, growing bigger by the second as prec.u.m oozed out of my slit and through the dark cotton. My neighbor coughed hard a couple of times and I let my eyes drop down to the hole. If he was trying to get my attention, I saw no sign of it. I lowered my head and stared at the door to my own stall.

'I want to suck c.o.c.k so bad!' someone had scrawled in the paint.

I knew how the guy felt. My own mouth was watering for d.i.c.k.

I glanced over to my left and saw the feet of the guy in the next stall.

He was wearing leather sandals, so you could see his b.a.r.e feet. Just as I was about to avert my glance, I saw him lift the nearest foot and put it right back down. Had I imagined this? A few seconds later, he did another slow tap. I sat back up and did the same with my own foot. Almost immediately it was followed with two very obvious taps from the other guy. Holy f.u.c.k!

No one had left instructions on the wall about how to initiate anything, so I winged it. I put the tip of one of my fingers on the lower edge of the hole and slid it back and forth slowly, hoping the other guy would take the hint and feed me his c.o.c.k. After a minute of this, I saw him stand and turn to face the wall. I backed up, not wanting to get hit in the eye with anything.

Inch by inch, the most beautiful c.o.c.k I've ever laid eyes on slid through the hole. The knob was dark and swollen, dripping with prec.u.m.

The shaft was long and thick, a dark imposing vein snaking like a river down the underside. Once he had it all the way through, it had to measure eight inches, easy. I wrapped one hand around the fat base and studied the glistening head. I pushed the tip of my tongue against his slit, m.o.a.ning aloud as I tasted the prec.u.m. I lapped up what I could, then I began to slowly spin my tongue around his c.o.c.khead, gripping the root of his c.o.c.k so he wouldn't pull it back through the hole.

I could tell I was driving the guy nuts. He was m.o.a.ning and swearing and trying to stuff even more of his c.o.c.k through the snug hole.

I wanted to swallow him whole, but I was getting off on teasing him.

I flattened my tongue and lifted his c.o.c.k. Planting the surface of my tongue against the base of his prick, I slowly began to paint a wet line, inching closer to the tip. There must have been handicapped bars bolted to the other side of the wall, because the guy was holding on to something and nearly pulled the stall divider down as I licked my way up his shaft.

'You like that?' I asked, giving his c.o.c.khead a few more licks.

'Christ, man, suck my c.o.c.k. You have me so f.u.c.k.i.n.g worked up right now!'

That's what I wanted to hear. I opened my mouth and very slowly began to swallow his thick c.o.c.k. His m.o.a.ns got even louder, occasionally punctuated with 'yeah f.u.c.k!' and 'f.u.c.k that feels so hot!'

I had my face pressed up against the stall wall with as much of his c.o.c.k down my throat as I could manage. Part of me wanted to invite him over to my own stall so I could go balls-deep on it, but I really didn't want to surrender the e.r.o.t.i.cism of this encounter. It was hot as hell s.u.c.k.i.n.g the guy off through the hole and even hotter not knowing who I was s.u.c.k.i.n.g. Was it a guy on my floor? Maybe the one who strutted around in his b.r.i.e.f.s all the time? Or the cute nerdy guy who was in my Chemistry class? I had my own mental image of what the guy looked like, and I didn't want to spoil that by seeing anything more than his c.o.c.k.

I slid back up his hard-on and gave him a minute to calm down.

I could tell he was getting close to shooting and I wanted to torment him a little longer before he rewarded me with his spunk. The hole was filled completely with the base of his shaft which meant I couldn't get at his balls. Normally when I suck a guy, I stop when he gets close and lick his balls for awhile. Since I couldn't get at them, I placed the tip of my tongue just under his glans. Very slowly, I began to tickle this s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e spot. He responded by thrusting in and out of the hole, silently begging me to swallow his c.o.c.k again. I didn't want him to get off that easily.

As soon as his rod came all the way back through the hole, I made a fist around the base again. He tried to pull back, but I had him.

Now his c.o.c.k was mine and he couldn't pull it back or push it forward.

I returned to my sly teasing, taking extra-delicate licks just below the head of his c.o.c.k.

It was going to take him a lot longer to c.u.m this way, but I knew how intense the resulting o.r.g.a.s.m would be. He was going nuts on the other side, panting loudly and pleading with me to suck him off. I ignored him, concentrating on my slow l.i.c.k.i.n.g. Prec.u.m was oozing nicely, dripping onto my tongue as I worked it up and down like a pencil eraser on just that one receptive spot.

'Oh god, I need to get off!' he gasped, his voice much higher pitched now than before. 'Please, I'm begging you to swallow me and let me c.u.m!'

I didn't swallow him, but continued my slow tease. He was smashing his whole body up against the flimsy stall wall, trying like hell to get his c.o.c.k to move against my taunting tongue. I kept this up for almost ten more minutes, until finally he had reached the edge. He made a high pitched sound and I gave him one last lick, opening my mouth and placing the swollen knob of his c.o.c.k inside. When he erupted, it was the biggest load I had ever seen (including any of my own). I felt no less than fifteen spurts of hot c.u.m nail the back of my throat before I went all the way back down on him. I s.u.c.k.e.d him hard, not only so I could drain his balls, but because I knew he would get a 'secondary'

climax. I s.u.c.k.e.d him like that until he fell backwards, collapsing on the toilet.

'F.u.c.k! Whatever you did, that was f.u.c.k.i.n.g intense!' His

voice was raspy and shaking. I knew I had drained him, and in more than one way. My own c.o.c.k, though, was still rock hard and needed release. I started to jack. 'No way man, don't waste it!'

I stopped for a minute and saw his finger at the hole. I stood and aimed, letting my c.o.c.k disappear onto the other side. I reached up and grasped the upper edge of the stall wall with my hands, since I had nothing to hold on to. The guy wasn't a tease like me, but he sure did give great head! His mouth was warm and velvety and he was not at all uncomfortable with taking all of me. Since my c.o.c.k wasn't as thick as his, I pushed it all the way through, forcing my balls - one at a time - through the tight space. There was no room for me to pull back out; it fit me like a c.o.c.kring.

Now that he had all of me, the guy gave my nuts a tongue bath, driving me wild. He licked up my shaft and back down, then swallowed me whole again. He pulled off long enough to tell me he wanted my c.u.m, then took me all the way again. I tried to pull myself back through the hole, but I was stuck. He went down one last time and I felt myself unloading. My friend m.o.a.n.e.d appreciatively as he took my c.u.m, not pulling off until he'd swallowed every drop.

My c.o.c.k was still hard, so I was unable to pull myself out of the hole.

Great. I was just about to ask the other guy to push my nuts back through, but he was already in post-s.e.x mode, yanking up his pants and fleeing the bathroom. It took nearly ten minutes for my c.o.c.k to soften enough so I could pull it back through the hole. Thankfully, no one else came in during that time. I pulled up my own shorts and reached for the knob on the door. Before I left, though, there was something I needed to do. I pulled a pen out of my pocket and found a clean spot on the wall. I began to write.

'Just s.u.c.k.e.d the hottest c.o.c.k and got one hell of a huge load!

Then got my own c.o.c.k s.u.c.k.e.d! Can't wait to do it again!'