There were three urinals in a row and at the end of the row were two wooden stalls. I could see a peephole carved through, but no eye was peeking out at my emptying cock. Giving my cock a quick shake, I tucked it back in my shorts.

Just the bitter smell of the place and the scribbled notes had given me a slight a hard-on. I thought how nice it would be to have a hot mouth to bury it inside. I walked over, and pushed the door on the first of the two stalls open and went in. I decided I would wait and see what intermission brought to the bathroom.

There might be a nice-looking cock or two in the audience ? if there was anybody in the audience at all. Opposite the peephole that looked out on the urinals, there was a glory hole. It was large for a glory hole, even for big cocks.

In fact, it looked more like an open oven door. At least it would give you not only a look at your visitor's equipment, but also a good look at him. There were a couple of stories on the wall. One about some guy who had picked up a sailor and had taken him home to fuck his wife and how they had fucked her both at the same time.

Then, how the sailor had fucked the guy, while his wife sucked his cock. Naturally, the sailor was made out to be a Greek god with a cock down to his knees. There were a couple of well drawn illustrations next to the story, probably drawn by someone who had read the story at a later date. The pale blue wall was stained all around the story with a lot of wasted, dried cum.