One of the first modern enclosed shopping malls was built not all that far from where I grew up. I spent quite a bit of my teen years there with my friends...mostly we were looking for girls... Anyhow, as a result of all that time in that particular mall, I discovered that there was an un-signed unisex bathroom on the upper level near this one little used entrance to the mall. I preferred using that particular bathroom because there was almost never anyone in there.

Sometime back, must have been about ten or so years ago, the mall closed. Form what I had heard the owners of the mall were involved in some illegal activities and had been using the mall as a money laundering device; but that's neither here nor there. And the mall stayed closed: it's like it was just abandoned.

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About a year ago, the big news in that area was that the mall had been bought by some company that was only in the business of owning and running malls. Some ten months, or so, after everybody heard the announcement that the mall had been bought, there was a `grand re-opening' after extensive interior remodeling. A few weeks thereafter, I decided to wander through the mall to see what had changed.

The overall layout appeared to be all but identical to what I had remembered from my teenage years; however the floors, walls and ceilings had been thoroughly re-done. I suppose that made sense considering the fact that the mall had spent about a decade as an abandoned building...

Seeing a store that interested me I wandered in and had a look at the merchandise. A bit disappointed by how over-priced everything in the store seemed to be, I walked out without purchasing anything.

Shortly thereafter, I felt the need to use the restroom. Remembering the un-signed unisex restroom that I had preferred using, I headed in that direction.

Passing through the plain, unmarked steel door, I had stepped back in time: this bathroom clearly hadn't been touched by the renovation. In fact it looked like no one had gone into it since the mall had closed a decade or so ago: the floor, mirrors, and sinks were a combination of dusty and grimy... Not particularly appealing, but I needed to take a piss. So I stepped into the stall nearest to the door; surprisingly, the toilet seat was up, so all I had to touch in the stall was the handle / latch on the door when I swung and latched it shut. I unzipped my fly, fished my dick out of my pants, and began going in the toilet.

Shortly before the flow of urine ended, I thought I heard a slightly muffled groan. But considering how the restroom looked, I could only conclude that I had been the first person to set foot in there in years and just assumed my ears were playing tricks on me.

Once the last drops had come out, I shook my dick a little to get whatever last drops of urine had managed to cling to the edges of the little hole at the tip of my dick. At the same exact time I heard a youngish sounding distinctly male voice say, "What I tell you?" Less than two seconds later a different youngish sounding male voice replied, "You were right..." I heard a stall door unlatching and footsteps as the second voice continued, "...it was awesome: I never shot so much before..." I then hear the door to the restroom open, more footsteps, and the door close.

`That was odd...' I thought as I pressed on the flush lever with my shoe. I turned and unlatched the stall door and began to step out of the stall when I noticed a whole bunch of footprints in the grime on the floor. Glancing across the restroom, I noticed that the vast majority, probably about 80%, of the footprints seemed to go from the door that led out into the mall to the stall at the far end; almost all of the rest of the footprints seemed to go to another plain steel door that was at the far end of the restroom... I stood there for a moment trying to remember that door: it used to have a sign on it...'employees only' I think the sign had read...

Curiosity getting the better of me, I wandered down to the last stall. I gently pushed the door open and was completely surprised to see that a significant part of the floor in that stall appeared to be far cleaner than the rest of the floor. Glancing up, I happened to notice that there was a round hole, perhaps five inches in diameter, in the wall on the side of the stall. Stranger still, the center of the hole was a little more than two-and-a-half feet above the floor...just about the same height as where my dick connected to the rest of my body...

I stepped into the stall to get a better look at the hole, and nearly had a heart attack when I saw a hand appear through the hole: it motioned me over. I'm not sure why I stepped over to the hole: perhaps I was in a mild form of shock, and my body automatically did what it was being instructed to do. Once I was quite close to the wall with the hole, the hand reached out and proceeded to unzip my fly. Suddenly the words "never shot so much before" I had heard the unknown guy say made sense: whoever was on the other side of the wall had gotten him off!

Not being one to pass up an opportunity to get off, I yanked my inflating dick out of my pants and stepped forward a bit to give whoever was on the other side of the wall better access to my dick. I was instantly rewarded by the feeling of fingers wrapping around the shaft of my now hard dick.

I was about to say something to the person who had just started giving me a hand-job, when I noticed some writing on the wall: `no talking'... Not wanting to lose the opportunity to get off, I obeyed the writing on the wall and kept my mouth shut.

The hand was both stroking my dick, moving up-and-down the length of its shaft, and gently twisting... So far, it was one of the best hand-jobs I'd ever gotten...

Suddenly it hit me: I had absolutely no idea who was on the other side of the wall pleasuring my dick. I hoped it was a beautiful woman, but figured the odds were against that. The hand felt a little smaller than mine, so it could have been a woman with larger than average hands, or a man with smaller than average hands...of course it also could have been a younger guy, one who's hands were fully grown yet... Don't get me wrong, I would have preferred it to be a woman, but if it was a man or a younger guy so long as I got off, I was okay with that...I mean it's not like I was going to have any sort of relationship with whoever was getting me off...

Suddenly the hand let go of my dick and I felt a warm moist air blowing across the head of my dick. Then, an instant later, there was a warm wet feeling on the head of my dick. I felt something hard gently brush against the top of my dick head, then an incredible moistness on my dick's underside: I was getting head!

Wanting to give whoever was on the other side of the wall as much of my dick as possible to play with, I shoved my hips forward: pressing my belly against the wall. The person plunged down further as I felt a tongue swirling around the head of my dick...GOD that felt GOOD.

A moment later, as suddenly as it had begun, the blow-job ended. I could feel a cool breeze pass over my rock hard and decidedly moist dick for a second before there were fingers wrapped around its shaft. The stroking and twisting movement quickly began again.

Perhaps a minute after the blow-job ended, I felt my butt cheeks tighten in my pants. Normally, I would have said something, but in light of the writing on the wall; I continued to keep my mouth shut. An instant later I felt my balls draw up under my dick. And then WHOOSH: the first spurt of cum was blasting out of the little hole at the tip of my dick. Despite my orgasm, whoever was on the other side of the wall didn't lose a beat. He or she maintained the same rhythm and speed while continuing to stroke and twist my dick as spurt after spurt of cum spewed out of the little hole at the tip of my dick.

I had counted a full eight spurts by the time my dick began to wilt. At the same time the hand let go of my dick. Panting slightly as I tried to catch my breath, I took a step back away from the wall before shoving my dick back into my pants and re-zipping the fly.

Turning, I stepped out of the stall. Before I had taken three steps the door that lead back into the rest of the mall swung open and two guys who looked to be about fourteen stepped into the restroom. I heard one of them quietly say, "An actual gloryhole..." then go silent when they saw me. We walked past each other: them towards the last stall and me back out into the mall.

By the time I got to my car in the parking lot, I was one thousand percent certain that I was going to be spending quite a bit of time at the mall...

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modad 11/15/2016 SOOOOOOOO looking forward to Pt. 2!!!
Hope you'll like the future surprises the gloryhole holds...--thisguy
Gagonit 11/4/2016 That was so hot. I wanted it to be longer, and look forward to the next chapter. Thanks

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