Gloryhole Surprise, part 4 (Mm?, gloryhole, unsafe, anal) by this guy (this.guy20@yahoo.com) Summary: A man gets a series of surprises when he stumbles across a gloryhole in an abandoned restroom in an old mall… Exactly one week after my third gloryhole experience, I returned to the mall. Like the past two visits to the mall, I was going for one thing and one thing only: an opportunity to be given an orgasm by some unknown unseen person on the other side of a wall in a filthy restroom. I entered the mall from the largely un-used entrance closest to the un-signed steel door to the abandoned unisex restroom as I had on my last couple of visits. I hadn’t gotten more than a few steps into the mall when a large very angry looking man stormed out of the un-signed steel door to the unisex restroom; he turned and headed towards the exit, and me. Not wanting him to realize I was headed to the place he’d just stormed out of, I walked right past the un-signed steel door as though I didn’t even realize it was there and into the body of the mall. I walked the entire length of the concourse in one direction on the upper level; then when I reached the end of the concourse, I took an escalator to the lower level; I turned and walked all the way to the opposite end; reaching that end of the concourse, I took an escalator back to the upper level. It was only then that I headed back to the un-signed steel door leading to the abandoned unisex restroom. Glancing around as I headed down the corridor at the largely un-used entrance; I saw no one. So I simply opened the unsigned steel door to the abandoned unisex restroom and walked inside. I meandered my way to the last stall; making sure to glance under the doors of all the other stalls to make sure I was the only one in there. Not seeing any feet under any of the stall doors I felt confident I was alone, so I stepped into the last stall. Barely one second after I had locked the stall door behind me; a small-ish hand appeared through the hole in the wall. Repeated bending of the index and middle fingers beckoned me towards the hole. I certainly wasn’t about to refuse the offer, so I quickly I un-zipped my fly and pulled my rapidly hardening dick out of my pants. As I did so, I happened to notice a ring on the small hand that was coming out of the hole in the wall’s middle finger: it was the cheapest, cheesiest looking skull and cross-bones ring I’d ever seen. Clearly it was a kid on the other side of the wall, because there is no way an adult would wear a ring that crappy… While I can’t say that I would actively try to have sex with a kid, I just wanted to get off; and as far as someone getting me off was concerned it really didn’t matter who was on the other side of the wall. So I stepped forward enough that the small hand brushed against my fully hard dick. Almost immediately, the fingers on the small hand were wrapped around the upper portion of my hard dick’s shaft, and I was being pulled, dick-first, towards the hole. Not more than two seconds after the small hand had taken hold of my dick, the front of my hips were pressed up against the wall: my balls and the entirety of my dick through the hole. The small hand repeatedly stroked my dick in what may be the smoothest up-and-down movements I’ve ever felt. There were only two things which could have made that hand-job better: if the hand had been twisting while moving up-and-down the length of my shaft and if the hand or my dick had been better moistened. About half a minute after the hand-job began it came to an abrupt and completely unexpected end. I couldn’t believe it: I hadn’t gotten off and my hard dick was still sticking through the hole in the wall…why would whoever was on the other side of the wall stop? Stopping in the middle like that: perhaps that was why the man I had passed on my way into the mall had been so angry… A couple seconds after the hand-job had come to its abrupt end, I felt fingers on the shaft of my dick again. Great as it would have been, they weren’t any wetter than they had been. The fingers weren’t even really moving relative to my dick, they were just kind of holding it steady… Before I could really begin to wonder what the person on the other side of the wall was up to, I felt something new: a warm something pressed against the tip of my dick. That was an interesting, unexpected change of events; and, dare I say it, a rather pleasant one at that. Half a second after feeling the warm something pressed against the tip of my dick, it began pressing harder: much harder. For a brief moment the tip of my dick hurt slightly, and then the pressure on the tip of my dick seemed to quickly subside. Immediately I was feeling warmth and pressure all the way around the head of my dick; I wasn’t quite sure what to make of that… Suddenly I realized what was happening on the other side of the wall: the kid who had guided my dick through the hole in the wall and subsequently give me a great hand-job had repositioned himself (judging by the hand and the crappy ring, I was most likely a boy) and was in the process of impaling his butt-hole on my dick! I heard a muffled grunting sound migrate through the wall as my dick was slowly but surely sinking deeper and deeper into the boy’s butt-hole. Perhaps a minute after the tip of my dick had first penetrated his butt-hole; I felt warm soft hairless skin brush against the bare skin directly above and to the sides of my dick. The warm tightness of the boy’s butt-hole completely encasing the entire length of my dick was both a sensation I had never experienced before, and oh so incredibly pleasurable. The boy held still with the entire length of my dick buried inside his butt-hole for a couple seconds before he began moving away: effectively pulling his butt-hole off my dick. Then, once only the head of my dick remain inside his butt-hole, he began to move back towards me: my dick sliding back in. Suddenly it hit me: I was ass-fucking a boy through a hole in a wall. It was great: far better than I would have ever imagined it would be. “Those guys who rape little boys might not be so crazy, maybe they have the right idea,” I silently pondered. The boy continued moving back and forth: it was as if my dick sliding in-and-out of his butt-hole was all that mattered to him in the world… Several minutes after the ass-fucking began; I started to feel the tell-tale signals of an approaching orgasm. Wanting my dick to enjoy the insides of the boy’s butt-hole as long as possible, I gritted my teeth and did my best to think about un-sexy things. Ultimately, that only bought me another few seconds before my butt cheeks tightened in my pants. A fraction of a second later I felt my balls draw up under my dick. And then as he pushed his body towards me: forcing my dick all the way up inside his butt-hole WHOOSH: the first spurt of cum was blasting out of the little hole at the tip of my dick and shooting into the deepest recesses of the unknown unseen boy’s butt-hole. He moved away, my dick sliding most of the way out; then moved back… As my dick was about halfway on the in-stroke, the second spurt of cum shot out of the little hole at the tip of my dick. After several more thrusts by him and a five more spurts by me, my dick began to wilt inside his butt-hole. Clearly he noticed this because he moved forward far enough for my deflating dick to slip out of his well-fucked butt-hole and flop down onto my balls. I took a shaky step back away from the wall and began to put my dick back into my pants. Then, just as I had finished zipping my fly, the small hand re-appeared through the hole in the wall. I got a three second long thumbs-up before the small hand disappeared. Wanting to thank the boy for giving me such a good hand-job and a great round of ass-fucking, I moved my hand to, then through the wall. I briefly debated offering him some action, but found myself instead giving him a thumbs-up. A moment later I was unlatching the stall door, and walking through the abandoned bathroom…then back into the mall and outside to my car…