Toilet Training Tony

Tony pulled back from the hole, his wet dick slapping up stiffly against his stomach and, in that movement, suddenly jammed that first knuckle of those thick fingers into his own ass.

Tony was dancing on his toes, supported by that hand worming it’s way ever deeper into his ass as this assailant held him upright in a half-nelson wrestling pose. With the flat of this janitor’s hand behind his head, that arm tucked under his left shoulder, Tony was helpless, flailing his free arm in the air.

With those two fingers now jammed deeply into that twitching manhole, Kurt Kowalski lifted this lean Italian and swung him face-first over that toilet.

In the reflection of that bowl all Tony could see was himself, wild-eyed and still gagged with that filthy rag.

In a practiced move learned all those years ago on the Wrestling Team Kowalski let go of his head, popped those fingers from that asshole and grabbed both wrists. Twisting them behind his back, he held Tony motionless over the toilet, both huffing for breath after this tussle in the tight confines of the stall.

Held down and doubled in half, Tony just whipped his head back and forth in a panic and that was how he saw the man through that glory hole in the other booth, now sitting back on that toilet, wanking on his own dick.

Tony stopped struggling and stared, because framed by that hole was the biggest slab of black dick he had ever seen, even in a locker room. The hand working it was slowly slipping the thick fold of foreskin over the shiny head in half strokes. Tony could see at least another 6 inches of dick still visible above those tight wiry pubes past that big fist.

Damn, he was getting head from some big-dicked black stud, Tony thought.

“You horny muthafucka’s never get enuf…” Kurt said, noticing Tony staring at the gloryhole even as he held him helplessly doubled over that toilet.

His throbbing Polish dick was jammed between those thick Italian thighs still wrapped tightly by those baller shorts that had fallen to his ankles. He could feel his bullet shaped dickhead jostling against Tony’s ballsack and he rammed forward to push past, massaging his dick against Tony’s shaft. In all the excitement, his own dick had never gone soft and Tony could see both dicks peeking from his groin as he looked down.

“…and I gotta come in here and wipe up your jizz…” he growled, pulling back and forth as he continued to long stroke his thick Polish meat between those legs.

Kurt was faking this anger, fantasizing at this situation he was in. There were so many nights after a Wrestling Match in High School that he would go home and imagine just this scene. Pinning his opponent to the mat. Forcing him to take his dick. Making some punk from that opposing team learn to love riding his thick Polish sausage.

Almost in reflex he bent forward, hitting Tony behind his thighs, the young Italian falling to his knees as Kurt spun him toward that gloryhole in one quick movement.“So when you suck tha' dick, I don’ want any to hit da floor…” he said, releasing one arm, grabbing Tony by the hair, jamming his mouth straight onto that gloryhole.

His nose smashed against the wall and Tony tried to push away with his free hand, but Kurt just twisted his other arm behind his back, Tony knelling there in complete terror.

Tony suddenly felt fingers grab at that rag jammed in his mouth. With a tug it was pulled free through that gloryhole, but Tony’s jaw was still so sore that he couldn't close his mouth quick enough before that thick slab of black dick punched across his lips. He tried to turn away but Kurt yanked his head straight up by the hair again, pulling it just away from the hole.

Holding him there Kowalski could see that black dick as it pumped those lips, Tony wincing in pain, afraid to move a muscle. Kurt could see the fist on the other side of the hole pumping at the root of that dick, using his grip on Tony’s hair to push his lips over just that purple head as six inches of that thick black shaft was forced through the hole. It was a tight fit, that dick the size of a Coke bottle. Kurt had as thick a dick, he thought, but knew he could never match that long, seemingly endless pole that was only halfway through that hole.

Just as he pulled Tony’s face free of that long shaft, he watched as that black dick twitched and start to shoot, thick white goo splashing across Tony’s face, dripping down his cheeks and chest, making Tony sputter in disgust.

“Hey, don’t be mad, now it’s your turn…” he ordered, lifting Tony by the hair and his arm still twisted behind his back.

Easing him up on his feet he threw a full body slam, crushing Tony flush to the wall, his still hard dick slipping thru that gloryhole again.

Just as quickly he gripped Tony in a full nelson, both hands holding his head, jamming him flush against that toilet wall. With just a flex of his shoulders Kurt was able to lift Tony high enough that he was off the floor, his pants suddenly slipping loose from his ankles, his flailing legs massaging that thick Polish dick and, pulling back, that meat muscle flipped straight up, wedged between those twitching tight buns.

It was like jerking off, he thought as he held those legs wide with his own, pulling Tony up and down. He imagined that dick in that gloryhole looking like a see-saw, that veined log waving up and down, teasing those lips on the other side.

“Ungh…ungh….Ohhhh….fuck…fuck it, man…lemme down, man….” Tony blurted out, barely able to think, never mind scream.

The hands on the other side of the wall were still yanking at his dick and balls, now even more roughly. He was being pushed up and down that wall like a puppet, his arms held painfully above his head in that wrestler’s grip, the cum on his face and chest streaking the wall, greasing his ride.

On one of those upward strokes he was held there as he felt the janitor rearranging his grip, spreading Tony’s legs as he took a wider stance.

“Jes what I was thinkin’…” as Tony slowly slid down that wall, and he suddenly knew why. He could feel that bullet-shaped dickhead positioned at the pucker of his ass and he started to shudder.

He opened his mouth babbling incoherently, Kurt taking those finger that had been jammed in his ass and shoved them deep in his mouth, right against his tonsils. Tony could taste his own shit, that creamy cum and mansweat coating those fingers, making him gag.

With another hip thrust, that dick punched into his asshole and he felt his spasming asslips slowly chewing their way down the length of that thick dick from the weight of his own body.

“Yeah, boy…milk that dick…” Kurt groaned. He pulled Tony’s shoulders away from the wall, pinning his hips between those tight buns and just enjoyed the ride, those asslips spasming around his baseball bat thick dick, finally hitting bottom.

Tony felt his hard nipples scraping that cold wall, he could feel the ring of his asslips stretched tightly around the base of that thick crowbar holding him aloft, his legs jerking and arms twitching like a ragdoll, his buns tickled by those wiry pubes, his lips puckering on those stinking fingers twisting across his tongue as he suckled those knuckles, his own dick deep down some milking machine on the other side of the gloryhole.

Tony started to cum. And cum. And cum some more.

He was spraying bullets down the gullet of that mouth on the other side of that glory hole. He wasn’t sure if this body, all his nerve ends snapping in time, gurgling on those fingers jammed deep in his mouth, his eyes screwed shut, was even his own.

The only sounds were their gasps and the squelching of that truncheon pounding away at his deflowered ass. He was floating, weightless, almost seeming to be dreaming of this torture wracking his body.

To Be Continued