BillyC
If not commando, then jocked.
I stumbled into a glory hole today. Has that ever happened to any of you? You didn’t go there FOR the glory hole, but it was there, you were there, and were just men after all! Share!
For me, today, seriously, it was an accident. Big box store men’s room — had to take a stall because the urinals were full. And I see a hole but decide to be a good boy (yeah, it wasn’t a normal day!) and drop my shorts, pull Bill Jr. out of my jockstrap pouch and let it rip. When I’m trickling down to finishing, two fingers give the signal in the hole.
I wasn’t that good a boy! I turned, closed the stall door I’d left open up to then and fed my cock through. The cocksucker did it justice — sorry to brag, but few have the skill to handle me. Took longer than I’m sure he’d have liked, but I gave him what he worked for after about 15 mins and pulled out and back. He says quietly through the hole — “Damn man awesome. Can I have that jockstrap as a souvenir since I can’t get a t-shirt that says ‘I throated a 10 incher’?” (Yeah, he flattered me!)
I stepped out of my shorts, stripped off my strap — filthy, rank Duke we’d gotten from a CrossFit bitch a couple of years ago — and pushed it through the glory hole. “Fuuuuuuuck, dude, thanks man!” he said as I opened the stall door and was heading to the sink.
As I’m finishing drying my hands on the way out, I turn to pitch the paper towel and see the guy leaving the stall — the HOT young ginger who is one of the store’s department managers. I’ll be needing assistance often in that store in the future!
For me, today, seriously, it was an accident. Big box store men’s room — had to take a stall because the urinals were full. And I see a hole but decide to be a good boy (yeah, it wasn’t a normal day!) and drop my shorts, pull Bill Jr. out of my jockstrap pouch and let it rip. When I’m trickling down to finishing, two fingers give the signal in the hole.
I wasn’t that good a boy! I turned, closed the stall door I’d left open up to then and fed my cock through. The cocksucker did it justice — sorry to brag, but few have the skill to handle me. Took longer than I’m sure he’d have liked, but I gave him what he worked for after about 15 mins and pulled out and back. He says quietly through the hole — “Damn man awesome. Can I have that jockstrap as a souvenir since I can’t get a t-shirt that says ‘I throated a 10 incher’?” (Yeah, he flattered me!)
I stepped out of my shorts, stripped off my strap — filthy, rank Duke we’d gotten from a CrossFit bitch a couple of years ago — and pushed it through the glory hole. “Fuuuuuuuck, dude, thanks man!” he said as I opened the stall door and was heading to the sink.
As I’m finishing drying my hands on the way out, I turn to pitch the paper towel and see the guy leaving the stall — the HOT young ginger who is one of the store’s department managers. I’ll be needing assistance often in that store in the future!