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the bag in the corner in back of the toilet, I turned and
unbuttoned by 501's, letting them slide to the floor as I
sat down. While in the act of sitting, I noticed light
coming through the hole, it went all the way through. The
guy in the next stall had finished, flushing the toilet, he
left. I took the opportunity of looking through the hole to
see just what was visible. It had been a screw hole for the
tissue holder, but someone had reamed it out so that it now
gave a clear view of the stall next door. The center of the
view was right on the area where a guys crotch would be, but
angled so far down, that you scrunched down and look up into
the hole, you would not be aware of being watched. Unless
of course you already knew about the hole. Right at that
moment, someone entered the stall next door and I pulled
back to look down at the feet and to get the fuck away from
the hole before he had the chance to look up it if he wanted
to.
Gleaming combat boots and the bottoms of Marine cammies
met my eye. He sat a package next to the outside wall of
his stall and proceeded through the ritual of sitting down.
I eased forward and quickly glanced down through the hole.
My neighbor had removed his cammie jacket and pulled the
front of his olive green t-shirt over his head, leaving his
arms in the sleeves. This bared his abdomen and chest and
with dropping his pants, he was nude from his forehead to
his mid-calfs. He had leaned back against the wall so that
his face was not visible. This man was fucking hot. Right
then, the door opened and someone yelled in "Hey Bill, were
going to take a walk around the outside of the building and
then go over to the snack bar, when you're through, catch
up. Ok?" My neighbor answered "ok, but I may be here a
while." As the door closed, his friend yelled back "no prob
man, get there when ya can." The door was closed and we
were alone in the head, each in his own little room.
I was sitting there quietly watching as Tom's left hand
began to slowly rub over his chest and abdomen. His hair
was brown, but he had spent so much time in the sun without
a shirt that the sun had bleached his body hair blond.
Beautiful rock-hard pecs and a true washboard abdomen were
treated to caressing of his left hand. The right hand moved
down to his crotch, and lifted out about 7" of uncut, cream
colored cock. He stroked it slowly to full attention and
then grabbed it in his fist near the base, forcing the blood
into the had, making it change from throbbing red to dark
purple. Suddenly he leaned forward and I thought that he
had saw the hole and didn't want to be watched. "Nice
Reebok's man, but then that's all I can see. See anything
that might interest you?" Fuck, of course he knew about the
hole. That's why he was here, for some hot action. "Just
what I can see from your chin to your knees. Especially
what's in the middle." He chuckled, "good to hear man, real
good to hear." Right then the door opened and two or three
guys came in so we stopped talking. Tom leaned back and
dropped his cock. He ripped off a piece of toilet paper and
reached down and pulled out a pen from his cammie pants
pocket and scribbled something on it. He then held the
paper and pen under the stall partition and I took it from
him.
The note read, "they'll leave soon, I'm into sucking
cock, and getting my tight Marine ass fucked, how about
you." Someone knew what I wanted. I wrote back "I'm into
fucking tight Marine asses, getting my cock sucked, and
sucking Marine cock. What are you going to do about it?"
Passing the note back under the partition, I looked through
the hole and watched as he took it and read. The other guys
in the head had just left and he laughed out loud, "Perfect
dude, fuckin' perfect." I looked down and my hard coc had
gotten totally rigid. While I had not touched myself since
my neighbor had arrived, there was a pool of pre-cum that
had dripped from my piss-slit to the floor between my legs.
This guy and the circumstance had me ready to cream without
beating off. I wrapped my hand around my cock and started to
stroke it in a slow cork-screw motion as I watched Tom next
door stroke his dick. He continued to slowly rub his hand
over his chest and abdomen as he slid his hand up and down
over his meat. Low moans would escape his lips as me
stimulated himself. "Wish I could see your meat man," he
asked. I stood up at the angle I thought he might be able
to see from his side and asked "how's that?" "Oh yeah,
stroke that fucker man." He could see. He also liked what
he was seeing. "Wish I could touch that thing man," he
asked. I knelt down on the tile floor and pushed my knees
and lower abdomen under the partition. Tom did the same,
but put his legs inside mine and immediately grabbed a
handful of my cock and balls. He squeezed and stroked me
until I thought I would explode and asked him to back off a
little or this would be over faster than it started. Right
then the outside door opened and we scrambled to get up and
back on our perspective seats, just making it.
As the door closed on the visitor's exit, Tom said "I've
got something for you man," and the under the partition, he
slipped a rubber. Ok, that answers my questions about how
far this was going. I took it and slipped it on over my
cock, it was one of the pre-lubricated ones. "Thanks for
the gift" "You don't understand, that's a tool, this is the
gift." Tom got back down on the floor, but was lying on
his back. He raised his legs against the partition so that
his pale, tight ass was readily accessible. I got down on
my knees and placed my legs on each side of that perfect,
rounded, white ass. I moistened my fingr and tickled his
ass-hole with my finger, he moaned. Slipping the finger his
ass was a real project. He was tight, slowly increasing the
pressure, my finger popped through the clinching ring of his
ass-hole. Tom let out an exhalation of breath with one word
in it, "oh." The inside of his ass was hot and milked my
finger as if asking for more. Tom began to wiggle his ass
back and forth begging me "come-on man, give me what I
want." Inching forward on my knees, I placed the head of
my rubber sheathed cock against that incredibly tight ass-
hole and pushed. Tom grunted and pushed back as much as the
metal partition would allow. I leaned back and slid my legs
three or four more inches forward and pushed. "uugh", Tom
grunted as the head of my dick popped inside his ass.
"That's it, that's what I want man." I began to rock back
and forth, making my cock slip in and out of his narrow
chute. Tom was moaning "oh, oh, oh, almost continuously.
occasionally begging "fuck me man, yeah that's it, fuck me
good," Suddenly, the outside door opened and I yanked my
cock out as Tom lowered his legs and we both made it back to
our seats as the inside door opened. The excitement was
driving me crazy. I was so fuckin' horney that I didn't
know if I could get off now.
"Hey you guys, I've locked the outside door so I can
clean in here. Don't worry, when you leave it will latch by
itself. Andguys, ..... enjoy yourselves." The janitor
giggled as he left. "I'll be fucked" Tom said. "I was
working on that, remember." We both burst into laughter.
"Well, get it back down here Marine." "Sir, yes sir!!" Tom
got back to the floor quickly and assumed the former
position. Once more in forced my cock through that tight
ring of sphincter muscle. It was as if I hadn't been there
before. With the new freedom of not expecting sudden
visitors, he became a little more vocal "Come-on man, fuck
the living shit out of me. Make my ass sore for me dude.
Everytime I sit down tomorrow, I want to know that you've
been there." I reached between my legs and grabbed his
hips, pulling him another inch onto my cock with more force
each time I slid into him. Tom reached back with both hands
and pulled his asscheeks apart, hoping for that inch or more
of meat that the partition wouldn't allow in his hungry ass.
Something kept scratching the inside of my right leg, I
looked down and it was a thin gold band on the little finger
of his left hand. No stones, just a filigree pattern.
Keeping my left hand on his right hip, I reached under the
partition and wrapped my hand around his wet dripping cock.
"Yeah, that's it dude, work me man." As much as I could
move under that metal wall, I beat his stiff cock in time
with fucking his ass almost raw.
Slamming into his ass made my chest strike the stall and
it made a low booming noise, coupled with my grunts and
Tom's groans and pleas to "fuck me silly man," all of these
combined should have brought security to check out who was
doing demolition and killing some guy at the same time. My
breath caught, I could feel that hot, tight feeling in the
pit of my stomach that spread rapidly to my balls.
Spasmodically grunting out unintelligible sounds, I came. My
body shook and vibrated as Tom said "oh shit," and covered
my right hand with his hot cum. Our bodies jerking
occasionally, we slowly caught our breath. As my cock
shrank, it slid out of Tom's welcome ass. I climbed back
onto the toilet seat and Tom lowered his legs, but lay on
the floor for a minute longer. I pulled the rubber off my
cock and dropped it into the toilet, taking a stretch of
paper to clean myself off. I looked through the hole as Tom
climbed back onto his seat and watched as he cleaned his own
cum off his chest and abdomen. His skin gleamed from the
thin layer of sweat that covered him. "Whew! Thanks man,
that was exactly what I needed. That's a nice piece of
cock you got there, it did me right." "Anytime you want
this piece of meat, check back here and we'll see." "Ok,
I'll be looking for you, I'm generally over here on Tuesdays
and Thursdays, around the same time."
I stood and pulled up my 501's and tucked in my shirt.
Flushing the toilet, I opened the stall door and checked
myself in the mirror. I looked a little tired, but not
fucked-out. There was always this evening. "Later dude."
"Yeah, see you around,......I hope." Leaving the head, I
headed back for my car and pulled out of the lot. For a
change, I took the long way around the building. As I
passed the bus-stop, there was a Marine standing there,
desperately trying to thumb a ride. I pulled over and waved
him to come on. He ran up to the van just as the window
came down and placed his left hand on the window. "Are you
going over by the 22 area?" "Yeah, hop in." It was then I
noticed the thin gold ring on the little finger of his left
hand, with a simple filigree pattern to it. He looked to
be about 6' even and around 170 pounds. His goodlooking
smiling face held inquisitive green eyes and thick eyelashes
that had been bleached by the sun. He reached up and took
off his cammie cap, his Marine short, golden-brown hair
almost stubble. "Fuck, I missed the bus back, I really
appreciate this man." "Don't worry, it's no problem."
Leaning back in the seat, he closed his eyes and his right
hand began to knead his cock under the cover of the cap he
had placed in his lap. "Man, I'm fuckin' dogged out."
"But, you did get what you needed didn't you?" Smiling, he
said "I got that man." Then his eyes opened and for the
first time he looked at me. "What did you say," he asked.
"I said that getting your ass fucked under the partition in
the ground floor head can make you both late and
tired,....right?" Tom looked pale for a moment and then
looked down at my shoes. "Yeah, I said they are nice
Reeboks."