Filling Station Glory Hole

FILLING STATION GLORY HOLE

                                                            by Mighty Mouth

In a way, this is a sequel to my story, "Park Mens Room Attendant," which you can read on Gay Demon by clicking on the authors section and choosing Mighty Mouth. That's me.

I'm not one to sit around idle. So a few weeks after my park mens room gig, I decided to pursue a long-time dream, to buy a filling station. I easily found one on the edge of town that I bought for a song. The owner had died, and his heirs were anxious to unload it as soon as possible. It was like buying a "turn key" operation. I did nothing to change the stations's situation, except for the mens room. I just opened it the day after I bought it.

Not that I know anything about running a filling station, where I always just gassed up. Making money was not my primary objective in buying it. I hired a gay pump man, Jack, who incidentally loves to suck my dick. We don't offer other filling station services, but I planned a service that few filling stations provide. It was on a fairly well-traveled street, so it had a decent amount of business. I didn't do anything except sit inside behind a big plate-glass window, and observe the comings and goings of the customers. And boy, did I see a lot of hotties.

I knew that it would be risky to try to make out at random, so I developed a Machiavellian scheme. How could I get it on with some of these guys? The answer: in the mens room at the station, naturally. The mens room had one stall and a urinal. I discreetly installed a well-concealed camera, a mike, and a speaker, to follow the action there. I mounted a doorbell-like button to press, near the urinal. Above the doorbell I placed a sign, "ring bell for service." I imagined that some people would just take it as a joke.  Between the bell and the urinal I drilled a round hole in the wall, at cock level. Above the hole I put a plaque that read, "release valve." I figured I would be the only one to get the significance of the release valve. I controlled the key to the toilet door, so no one could enter without getting it from me. Once inside a person was secure, because another person would need a key to get in.

If someone looked into the hole, all they could see was a tin door that could only be opened from the inside. I imagined that any guys who has seen or used a round hole in a mens room might wonder if this one could serve the same function. Just behind my office at the front window, there was a small storage room. It adjoined the toilet. Thus the reverse side of the hole was in my storage area. I kept a chair in front of the hole, ready for business (or should I say service?) If the bell rang, I could enter the storage area, sit down at the hole, and turn off the light. When the hole was open, the person in the toilet could only see a mouth and darkness on the other side. My goal was to have the guy fill my tank.

While the preliminary preparations for my anticipated adventures were being done, I put an "out of order" sign on the mens room door. Once everything was ready, or should I say I had set my trap, I waited with "baited breasts" to see what would happen. If some one wandered in off the street and asked to use the john, I told my assistant Jack to tell them that the rest room was for customers only, unless it was a cute young guy. I also alerted, by phone or email, the regular customers who came by my house after I was no longer the park mens room attendant I could take care of them there.  I hoped that some of them would stop by to commemorate their glory hole days from the park. If someone used the john that didn=t suit my needs, I told Jack that if he was interested, to let me know, and I would man the pump while he went into the storage room to try to make out.

The first morning after I completed my setup in the mens room, I waited eagerly for a customer. About mid-morning a guy with two young boys came in to get a full tank. The boys asked to use the bathroom, and I couldn't refuse. After all, their daddy was a paying customer. The boys were both about 10 or 11. In the bathroom they mischievously rang the bell. I told them via my mike, "You boys stop messing around in there and get out now." I'm sure I nonplused them.

A middle age guy asked for the key in the early afternoon, who just used the stall. Shortly after, two guys in their 20s stopped by for gas, and asked for the rest room key. They were both good-looking studs. One used the urinal, the other the stall. The guy taking a piss at the urinal said to the other, "Mike, when you finish take a look at this hole beside the urinal. You know, it reminds me of the holes in the walls at the adult book store where I got a blow job once.  I wonder what the sign 'ring bell for service' means." Mike came out of the stall to look at the hole.

Mike replied, "Joe, let's ring the bell and see what the hell happens."

Of course I was listening to this conversation on my speaker and got all excited. Then Joe rang the bell. I was at my side of the hole in seconds and opened the inside door of the hole. Joe saw my mouth, and asked "what kind of service does the sign mean?"

In answer, I stuck my tongue through and wiggled it. Joe exclaimed, "Goddamn, I can't believe this is real." I waved my tongue up and down to signal that it was indeed real.

Joe lost no time. A nice big dick came through the hole. I immediately sprang into action. His cock was semi-soft, but quickly hardened. Joe said to Mike, "Jesus, this person is a great cocksucker. You oughta try it."

Joe began face-fucking me, and my toothless gums made him come in about a minute or so. He pulled out, and within seconds, another nice big prick came through the hole, already hard. I knew Joe was watching the action. Mike remarked, "Christ, you're right. This is a great blow job." He too shot his wad fast, and then I heard the door to the restroom close.

I rushed back to my desk at the front window before they arrived out front. Thus, they had no way of knowing that I was their cocksucker. They handed me the key, got into their car and left. I'll bet they talked about the experience the rest of the day. I wondered if they would return for more service in the future.

The rest of the first day was dull, and almost no one used the john. The next morning, I had some business to do downtown, so I was not "at work." Shortly after lunch, a man with a woman drove in. I presumed she was his wife. While my assistant was tanking him up, the man asked to use the rest room. The woman stayed in the car. He looked to be in his early 40s, and in good shape. He got my saliva flowing, and my tongue got hard. I wondered if he would ring the bell.

I monitored him on my screen. He took a piss and showed an average dick. That doesn't bother me. A dick is a dick, big or small. He looked at the bell with curiosity. Then he rang it. I went running into my storage room and opened the door to the hole. He could see my mouth, so I asked, "How may I help you."

He replied, "Sorry, man, it was an accident."

I courageously answered, "I thought you wanted to get your tool serviced."

Startled and confused, he almost yelled "What?"

I placidly replied, "I'm asking if you want to get your cock sucked. Don't worry, nobody will know. The door to the bathroom is locked and you have the only key. Don't you like a good blow job?"

Hesitantly he said, "Man I don't know. My wife's waiting for me in our car."

I assured him, "With my expert technique, you'll come quickly."

Almost timidly, he put his soft prick into the hole. But as expected, it got hard very fast. He followed the usual pattern, and came quickly.  He pulled out and said, "Thanks, man. I needed that. My wife is pregnant."

I answered, "It's here anytime you want to use it."

I closed the little door and took my usual seat in the front. When he handed me back the key, he grinned as if he knew I was the person who sucked him off. 

Later that afternoon, to my surprise, the cop Frank from the park mens room stopped by. He wasn't in a squad car, and was in civvies, so I guessed that he was off duty. He came right into the station, we shook hands and chatted a bit. I asked, "Do you want me to suck you off through the hole in the bathroom or in my storage room?"

"I prefer the storage room. I like to watch you suck my cock," was his reply.

Anticipating that some day I might suck a dick in the storage area, I had installed a mirror there so that a person could watch themselves getting sucked off. This usually stimulates a guy even more. I tried to make him last, but to no avail. He came quickly. He thanked me and promised to return again soon.

A burley man in his late 30s shortly asked for the key. Sure enough he rang the bell. I put my mouth to the hole, as usual, and asked, "What kind of service do you need?"

His response had a tinge of anger, as he said, "Why the fuck do you ask me a question like that in here? You can ask me out front."  With that I closed my tin door and returned to my desk. The rest of the day was slow, so I read a new novel, and also began to jot down notes for this story.

The next morning was also boring, but in the afternoon, a muscle car drove in, with a lanky teenager at the wheel. He got out, stretched a bit, then asked to use the rest room.

"Hmm," I thought. "This looks potentially interesting." He went to the urinal, and pulled out a long thin cock, befitting a tall, slim guy. After pissing, he rang the bell. I had decided that most simply rang the bell out of curiosity.

I did my usual, and asked, "How may I service you."

He replied in a startled voice, "Hey man, sorry. I didn't think it was for real."

I responded, "Well it is for real, and I'd like to suck your dick."

"Whoa! I'm not gay. I never let a guy suck my dick before and won't do it now."

But I persisted, "I'll bet you love blow jobs, and men suck better than women. Besides nobody will ever know what you did." My remark was met with stone silence. I didn't hear the bathroom door close, so I put my eye to the hole. Low and behold, he was standing in front of the hole, slowing stroking his manhood, which was growing in length. I said nothing, just watched.

His dick got hard in a short time, and I saw him approaching the hole. So I replaced my eye with my mouth, and sure enough, he stuck his cock through. It's nice to be presented with a stiff prick when I begin sucking. Sign of a horny guy.

He gasped, and said, "Wow this is better than I thought it would be. It's fantastic!" Naturally he didn't hold out too long, although I was taking slow strokes to try to make it last.

Suddenly he yelled out, "I'm comin." And come he did. Although he shot down my throat, I could tell that he was coming a lot, based on much his dick was pulsating. He said nothing more, so I closed my glory hole's door and went back out front.

When he gave me the key, he seemed to have a satisfied look on his face. I asked him, "Do you live around here?" But he answered that he was just passing through and lived 50 miles away. So, dear reader, I think by this time you have the flavor of my filling station adventure. So I see no point in recounting more episodes.

Thanks for reading

Mighty Mouth