II: Cross The Line But Not The Wall

GLORY HOLE IN THE LOCKER ROOM, EPISODE 2: CROSS THE LINE BUT NOT THE WALL

TOM (The Second Guy)

Michael hesitated, just like Elijah and Maurice. I shot my eyebrows up at them, my mind spinning with questions. Why were they stopping now?

“Guys? Mike?” I called to them, but they all stood still, Michael included.

“We cannot just stick our dicks in a hole. We don’t even know this girl,” Michael said, acting like this was the time to get philosophical.

“She does not want to be known,” I reminded them. “And god knows I am fine with that. It keeps the fantasy alive and bubbling.”

“Yes, but…” Elijah whispered. “What if she bites someone’s dick off?”

“Then you pull back like a real man,” I said, scoffing as I pushed him aside. I stepped forward and undid my shorts.

The guys stayed silent, watching me with bated breath.

I pulled my shorts down, and my erection sprang to life, thick and heavy.

I had never taken my shorts off in front of another man, but I knew that when the time came, I should not be ashamed.

The average man had a five-inch dick; I had a solid seven plus inches with a delicious curve to the left. Women loved that.

Unintentionally, I stroked myself in preparation before thrusting my dick into the middle hole, the same one we had all used for our fingers.

“It isn’t Michael just yet. He is having a little cold feet,” I announced to the glory hole girl. I wasn't even trying to find out who she was.

Chances were that if I figured it out and realized she was some ugly girl, I would think twice about sticking anything into a hole with her on the other side.

But for now, I could imagine her as anyone. A queen, a model, a dangerous seductress.

I closed my eyes as a feathery kiss landed on my tip, and my groin pressed hard against the wall.

Maurice tapped my shoulder and my eyes flew open. “Tell us what is happening,” Maurice urged.

“She just kissed it,” I said, but then she started to do more. “She is rubbing her lips around the tip now.” I sighed and gripped the wall when she wrapped her mouth around it.

She had me inside, and her mouth was so warm and wet. “God, it is torture waiting for her to take it all in. She is a good tease,” I confessed.

Finally, she blessed me with her tongue. She dragged a wet line from my base to my top. She pressed her tongue into me and took my entire length into her mouth without warning.

“Oh, oh,” I moaned as my resolve weakened. My legs struggled to keep me upright, and the girl soon brought her hands to the party.

“I’m joining!” Elijah announced, dropping his pants in a heartbeat. He shoved his dick into the hole so fast I could not even see what it looked like.

I did not care; I was too focused on what was in front of me.

Her hands glided over my cock like they were made for it. She didn’t just move her hands up and down; she twirled them in a way that felt like a tornado. Maybe she was.

With Elijah joining us, I could tell she had to switch her focus between us. I stopped feeling her mouth as she stroked my dick, but as soon as Elijah started writing and moaning, she would take me into her mouth again.

Every movement she made caught me by surprise.

Maurice’s hands moved to his crotch. He rubbed it through his green shorts. “There is only one hole left,” Maurice said, mostly to Michael.

In a heartbeat, he dropped his shorts and took the space. Michael simply shook his head and walked out.

“Which one of these dicks is Michael’s?” she asked.

“None. He stepped out for a minute,” I said, eager to offer my voice.

“Will that be a problem?” Elijah asked. He had just joined the fun, and I knew he would hate to be kicked out so Michael could take his place.

That would teach Michael to hurry up next time.

“No. I will attend to him later. I like to save the best for last,” she said, and Maurice let out a guttural groan.

He shut his eyes, and I felt her hands go over mine again. She stroked and stroked, then brought her lips back to fill her mouth with me. Staying still, I closed my eyes as her warm insides held me down. I buckled my waist, but there was nowhere to go when my body could not get past the wall.

When she let my cock out of her mouth, I felt the saliva on my skin, which she then used as lube. When she wasn't paying attention to me, I could look at the other guys and see how much she was draining them.

They rumbled at her touch, clearly shivering and shaking. We groaned, and she made a small gagging sound behind the wall. Our imaginations were free to run wild, and mine certainly did.

I imagined her stark naked on the other side. I imagined how wet she would be right now, craving a cock to fuck her to the moon. I imagined the taste of her and the heat of her skin.

I imagined it all, but above all else, I could not believe my luck.