The Hole
Ever since the first
time it had happened, when I had hurriedly shoved my cock back into
my jeans and fled from the club, curiosity kept playing on my mind. I
kept finding myself wondering what would have happened if I had took
hold of the shaft, had stroked it, had sucked it or even had made
it's owner cum and the more I tried top blank out the thoughts, as
well as the image, of the thick, hard, shaft inches from my face the
more curious I became.
Curiosity had
eventually got the better of me though because here I was, one week
later, back at the club, standing in the same stall and staring at
the same hole hoping, praying even, that someone would feed their
hard shaft through the hole but after about fifteen minutes, my cock
hard and straining against my zip, I turned and reached for the bolt
on my door and began to slide it back slowly.
“Wait,” a deep
voice suddenly boomed from the stall next to mine. “Don't go.”
“Excuse me,” I
replied spinning around, my hand freezing on the bolt.
“I said don't go,”
the deep voice replied. “After you ran last week I wasn't sure if
you'd ever return.”
“To be honest I
wasn't sure either.”
“But you have.”
“I had to,” I
replied softly. “Especially since your cock has been all I have
been able to think of since I fled.”
“Lock your door
fully,” the voice ordered. “We don't want to be disturbed, do
we?”
“I-I-I guess not,”
I stammered nervously as I slid the bolt back, making sure the door
was locked, before taking a deep breath and turning back towards the
hole.
Reaching forward I
lowered the toilet seat and sat down, as I listened to the unzipping
sound coming from the next cubicle.
Neither of us
uttered another sound as the man in the next cubicle fed his thick,
yet still flaccid, shaft through the hole and then the only sound
that came was the sound of the gasp emanating from between my lips.
Even flaccid his cock was about seven inches long, the same as mine
when I was rock hard, as well as too thick for me to wrap my fingers
fully around.
Holding him in the
palm of my hand I slowly began to move my hand back and forth as I
used my free hand to lower my own zip releasing my shaft, which was
already as hard as rock.
As I started to
masturbate my own cock slowly I continued to stroke his, willing him
to get hard, so I could feel every vein throbbing and pulsing in my
hand from under his tight skin. Light gasps came from the next
cubicle as I continued stroking the two of us when and after a few
minutes I released my own shaft, for a couple of seconds, before
taking it in my other hand.
With both of our
cocks now in my one hand I squeezed my fingers a little closer
together and stroked us both, my pace quickening as I felt my balls
start to tighten and my legs begin to tremble.
“Fuck..I'm...not...going...to...last...”
I gasped breathlessly, sweat running down my forehead and in to my
eyes.
Using my free hand
to wipe the sweat away I stared down and watched as first one thick
purple head became exposed then the other, my hand moving rapidly
back and forth, until I felt my legs start to buckle and one of the
cocks I was stroking, mine, twitch violently.
“Fuck...I'm....coming,”
I managed to gasp, the first, thick stream of my seed exploding
forcefully from the slit in the end of my cock and against the
cubicle wall.
“Don't fucking
stop, I am nearly there,” The voice from the other cubicle moaned.,
As I released my
shaft, grabbed it with my free hand and continued to milk every drop
I had from my body, I concentrated on stroking him as fast as I
could.
Desperate to make
him finally cum I dropped to my knees and began flicking my tongue,
rapidly along the full length of his shaft and over his glans slowly
before opening my mouth and taking the tip of his cock just passed my
lips.
Slowly I began to
suck, as well as continuing to stroke, his shaft and I soon felt his
cock start to twitch. Slowly pulling my head back along his full
shaft I released him from my mouth, stroked him as fast as I could
and closed my eyes, just before he began to cum.
Continuing to
masturbate him furiously as his sticky juices splattered against my
cheeks, I opened my mouth once more and swallowed some of his thick,
slightly salty, seed before closing my mouth and letting him finally
finish over my face and hand.
As soon as he was
finished I stood up and turned around to grab some toilet roll, only
to find there wasn't any, while he eased his cock back through the
hole into his cubicle.
“Hey you never
told me your name,” I called through the hole, as I heard his door
unlock “Who are you?”
Only he never
answered, no-one did, as the sound of the door opening and his
footsteps disappearing into the distance was the last thing I heard
from him.
©JSMorbius2013
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