Bateman’s Gully Part 9 – Stopping for a break
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Excerpt of part 9:
A loud tapping startled him as movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Harry looked to his right, the shape of Dave’s generous pink cock emerging through a rough round hole in the wall, apparently made by scraping keys or a persistent penknife. “Dude!” he said, unable to stifle a laugh at the sight of his buddy’s long meat curving out and pointing down to the floor, his exposed dark red tip glinting damply.
“I found a glory hole!” Dave’s echoing voice bounced off the ceiling over the top of the stall, a comical gruff chuckle chasing it.
Harry’s dick had been in an almost constant state of semi-hardness the entire drive out of Bateman’s Gully, but now out in the open and with the last of his piss splashing from his length it was once again beginning to thicken up, perhaps inspired by the sight of his friend’s gently twitching cock hanging from the hole, but slowly throbbing upward.
“Yeah, now imagine how many other cocks have been through that fucking hole, doofus” Harry gave his growing cock a gentle tug as the watched his buddy’s swelling dick slowly reverse out of the gap and into the shadows of the cubicle. For just a moment he imagined standing there against the wall, his own member through the hole, being licked and sucked by whoever happened to be on the other side. He’d never thought about it before, the easy nature of the act, the anonymous encounter adding another thrill to the sensation of a good blow job. Something about it appealed to him even though he couldn’t ever imagine actually doing it.
Dave strolled out from the cubicle, his swelling manhood still pointing from the open fly of his shorts, now much harder than it had been during his surprise display. “Can you imagine just coming to a place like this and sticking your dick through a hole to get a load sucked out?” he asked, stepping up to the urinal beside his friend and pointing his length at the back of the bowl.
