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Under Stall Fun

by Silk_Panties on Feb 12, 2019
Gay Male

Driving from one client to another on the outskirts of Detroit, I knew I would be passing a rest stop that was a known cruisy spot. I was wearing a tight pair of purple satin thong panties under my clothes, and was feeling Horny. I pulled onto the off ramp, I could see several cars parked in front of the side walk leading to the restroom building. As I came...

The Hole

by drlust on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

When I went to college in the 1970s I was incredibly naïve about the world of homosexuality. It helps to remember that in the United States in those days being gay was still something to keep secret. I knew a couple of guys in high school who I was pretty sure were gay, but it just wasn't something we talked about much. I was anything but naïve about sex,...

Understall Ch. 01

by melodramatic_erik on Mar 2, 2020
Gay Male

Connor swung the stall door, the clang bouncing off the walls of the male bathroom, and plopped down on the toilet. He hunched forward and let his head drop to his hands. English period was a massive bore. He had asked the teacher to go to the bathroom, just so he could refresh his brain for a while. If he had to hear Mrs. Davis ramble on about some 18th-cen...

Understall Action from the 1970s

by scentto on Sep 23, 2019
Gay Male

I was a married college student, in my mid-twenties, back in the 1970s. My first semester in school I was exploring the campus and was on the second floor of the Student Union. The entire second floor was virtually deserted as I wandered the halls. I had the urge to pee and found a men's room tucked away down a short, dead-end hallway. I went inside and st...

Rest Area

by Sourcer on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

The Interstate went on mile after uneventful mile, a perfect ribbon of black cutting the desert before me. The car's air conditioner kept us cool while outside the world sweltered. Beside me, my wife dozed and in the back seat, my son did the same. If I paid attention to the road and my surroundings, I would go mad with boredom. In the cool comfort of the ca...

Road Trip from Gastonia

by steve434 on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

This is the true story of a road trip I made to North Carolina. When I was 18 years old, I drove up to Gastonia, NC to visit a buddy. At the time, I was just under 6' and weighed around 155. My friend had grown up in my neighborhood, and he and his family had recently moved to NC. It was the summer time before my senior year, so it seemed like a good reason...

More from the Lee Glory Hole

by johnson69 on Sep 5, 2018
Gay Male

The Lee was a rundown theater past its prime. Its heyday was probably in the fifties, and it probably went through several revival attempts before becoming the adult theater for the town. It was alright that seats were broken, and everything was musty with mold smell in the air, because people were coming to see movies that they couldn't see anywhere else be...

4th Floor Coffman

by Turbidus on Jul 4, 2018
Gay Male

True-ish tearoom story. Thanks to LarryInSeattle. =========== I didn't have to wait long. I hardly had time to sit down and touch my cock before he was running his finger under the stall. I'd taken a look before entering my own stall. He was an older dude but younger than I am now as I write this. I was always surprised by the number of older men who show...

Gym Showers

by lovb2001 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Hi, my name is Kyle. I'm your typical stereotype prep student in my senior year of high school. I'm slim with some muscle tone, have short blond hair that's spiked, blue eyes, and a light tan. I'm the type that will joke around with my friends about the girls and getting some pussy just like any normal guy would, but I was different than all of my other frie...

Gloryhole Memories

by drmweaver705 on Jan 29, 2020
Gay Male

All participants are 18 or over. ***** Back in the university scene of the 1980s, there were always at least one or two glory holes on any good-size campus. At my school, I first noticed one in a somewhat remote men's room on the bottom floor of the library. I had no idea what it was for. It occurred to me that it was for peeping on the person in the adjoi...