"Glory Hole Cock Sucker" - A True Dirty Story.

“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 basement 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 basement level of the dorm building I was in. The basement 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 sucked a big ten inch here – May 1997”

“I love to suck cock. Feed me your load.”

“Sucked three cocks in less than an hour last night. Fucking hot!” No date on that one, but the notion was making me hard. I pulled my shorts down and grabbed my cock, wishing I had even one cock 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 cock 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 dick 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 cock was harder than ever. I could see a small wet spot on my tee, growing bigger by the second as precum 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 cock so bad!” someone had scrawled in the paint. I knew how the guy felt. My own mouth was watering for dick. 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 bare 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 fuck!

My heart was pounding so hard, I was surprised my cock had stayed so stiff. I leaned over and tried to take a quick look through the hole between the stalls. My friend had his cock out and was beating it. 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 cock. 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.

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