The Largest Glory Hole In The World

It appeared one day, an ordinary knot hole in an ordinary fence backing to an ordinary alley lined with trash cans and the etcetera that no one knew what to do with so they put it there. In other words, the making of junk. Guys going by the hole didn't really notice it, well they didn't notice it until some one bet someone else that they wouldn't stick their weenie in the hole. Which of course he did. The hole was almost soft, so much so that it was almost an invitation to use it to jack off or pretend he was fucking. Five minutes later he was leaning against the fence, a little bit of sperm still depending from his cock and telling the guys about the blow job he just got.

Well, yeah, sure. They looked at him and didn't laugh, he wasn't the sort you laughed at, but his tale was about as believable as something straight out of Mother Goose. "Go on", he said, try it, look at me.....something jerked me off through that hole. The hole looked perfectly normal, just as it had and the gang wandered away leaving one confused person with his pants down, his cock in his hand utterly confused. Which is how Officer Papadopolous found him. Stopped his patrol car and immediately got out to render aid; It looked like someone might be injured and, after all, to protect and to serve was his stated mission.

On closer inspection he found one of the idiots he constantly chased for doing not much but arousing the citizenry to call and report it and so....off he went. Pulling out his night stick, he tapped the still stiff staff and wondered aloud what the fuck was going on? Lewd and lascivious conduct during daylight hours on a public thoroughfare. Didn't look good. Then the guy started to tell him, got up, without pulling up his pants, cockadoodle doo still in hand and tried to show and tell the officer what had happened. His witness was the still drooling opening at the end of his dick. He swore, told the officer to stick his finger or his cock in. He'd seen.

The officer, found as he was of having his meat worked over, didn't see it being done by a hole in the wall on the advice of a guy, still holding his dick, and promising that the hole was, well, magic. He could have run the guy in but the paperwork and just writing out that the charge was sticking your penis in a hole in the wall didn't add up to something he wanted to do. He waited until the guy, shakily, got his manhood back in his shorts, his pants pulled up and fascinated and on his way before the officer got back in his cruiser and, believe the story or not, it was a hot one, undid his uniform pants, peeled our his own piece-known to some as the Colossus of Rhodes-and stroked it. Not all the way, just enough to get some pleasure and then move on.

Papadopolous was a man among men. Those who had the privilege, the awe, the full view of what lay in the officer's shorts almost couldn't describe it. Was it humongously long? Well, no? Circumference? Massive in a way that hand gestures couldn't correctly show. Plus it seemed to have some sort of life apart from the officer's. It seemed to want to crawl around and fuck him. Or it spontaneously flared up and out and blew a fountain of silver while cum in the air. Then there were his balls. It was up to his scrotum to hold up the meat that lay on it so the answer was for the ball bag to become more of a bowling ball bag with nuts so big you could see the outline on the stretched skin. Someone had taken a picture of all this in the shower at headquarters and then sent it to a porn site where it was rejected for being a fraud.

There was one sadness for the officer and that was that he desperately wanted a family, children but...when women saw him, no matter how much they liked him, their health and safety became an issue; One woman was so unstrung she joined a convent where, she was promised, she would never see another man. Urologists had looked at it, sympathized with him but also told him that there was nothing they could really do. Any surgery to diminish the dimensions could easily and probably leave him with an empty tube that occasionally had piss come through it. There was no cutting it off, as he sometimes wished, it was just......there. Nothing to be done.

He was a fine looking man, a head covered in Raven's wing black curly hair, good shag on his chest, great body, you didn't get boulder shoulders or calves better than his but to no point. A gay friend of his suggested trying men, they might have bigger mouths, and he thought about it to the point that a very close friend found a porn star who claimed he could swallow an Anaconda. The result, on video and without disclosing the face of the officer ended with the "star" in the hospital with a cracked mandible, several missing (fake) teeth and a badly broken nose. How all this happened he declined to say simply saying he'd fallen down a stair case. Which no one believed.

Now something like the hole that, reportedly, blew some guy doesn't stay a secret for long. In ones and twos or more men went by "just to see" and saw a hole in the wall. Some even went so far as to stick whatever was in their pants in the hole. The amazing result was that in no order, some got the suck of their lives, others just felt the wind on their wiener. Some claimed to have felt a hand, some said, nope, there was the clear dripping of a mouth. A few didn't have either experience but staggered away wondering they they'd ever be able to fuck again.

Over time, the hole changed shape, a little, for by now it was a popular, not to mention a lot cheaper, than the corner bar. People lost their shyness and, at times, there'd be a line of cars parked on the street waiting for their "turn" to see what they'd get. As winter came on, cum ran cold, sometimes froze as it came out. That didn't really stop anyone although when a blizzard came through and it was just inaccessible, there was disappointment all over town. Someone even said, stick your tongue in it and see if it sticks. No one ever knew as no one ever tried.

One day at the gym the officer was doing squats when a man he did not know approached him. Well dressed, he didn't seem to belong in a gym, at least dressed that way. The guy was pleasant, introduced himself and asked if he could have a few moments of his time. Why not? He explained that, however he looked, he was a tattoo artist looking for a canvas such as no one ever had and he'd been referred to him because of his, uhm, excessive genitalia. From a brief case he took a drawing that would go on a cock and balls and, actually, look really great. The drawback was that it was a tattoo and permanent. The gentleman suggested they visit the dressing room so Papadopolous could get a better idea as to his skill.

The man undressed slowly, not wanting to give away too much. Periodically, he'd stop, explain the significance of something or show were he'd had done-he couldn't reach every inch of his body himself. The officer was tempted, even if he couldn't get a wife, he could put some good use to his bulbous organs. While he didn't agree just then, he did say he'd come round his shop "in a couple of days" to further discuss the matter. They shook hands, one went out the door, the other went back to doing squats. It in the bottom of his mind he was definitely giving it some thought. How would it look against his beautiful body? Was he maybe committing himself to getting some additional ink even though no one, absolutely no one, would ever see it apart from the guys in the gym and his doctor.

The hole was now almost written up as something to do in the publicity booklets handed out by the city. Without much notice, the cops took to patrolling the area, getting cars out of private driveways, shutting down fights and grabbing bottles of liquor. It became one of the busiest details in this precinct. And, it was rumored, an occasional cop gave the hole a run for it's money and came away, well, he had to ask his partner to drive. Television covered it but realized....they couldn't put the most important part on the air, couldn't even get a court room sketch artist. Whatever they did, it wasn't going on the air. What they could do was interview the men as the came and went. Not unpredictably, not everyone was anxious to have their face, even if clouded and the voice altered, on the air. Some, of course did and what they said, even if graphic, up to pointed of getting bleeped, fascinated the viewing audience.

The officer had another meeting with the gentleman who received him in his tattoo parlor that looked more like a gentleman's club. He was nude allowing Papadopolous to admire his work and get a sense of what his might look out. It was on this third visit that he agreed and they started that evening. The first thing that had to be done was to get the gargantuan cock stretched out, taking out the carrunculations to provide a smooth surface. However he'd calculated what might happen when the skin retracted so that the tattoo became something different. He's built a frame in which to place the penis, it was stretched, not painfully, but got it fully stretched. He began at the area above the point where the cock entered the body. His abdomen was shaved, although mowed would be a more correct expression. And then he started.

The first evening it was hard to even see what had been done but, with a looking glass, you could clearly see the work and it was magnificent. The officer had growing hopes. Yes, there was some pain but nothing he couldn't take-this was a lot less than the couple of times he'd taken a bullet. The artist was so careful, it was so thoughtful, the officer was getting into this and wondering what they might do next.

Someone noticed that the fence surrounding the hole was beginning to list a little. A little back, a little to the side. The most frequent users were in a quandary. The fence had achieved a sort of cult status as the bearer of the hole. To fuck with it might, just might take away what it did. After much discussion it was decided to take rope and gently, oh so gently tip it back up. When that was done they stood there wondering waiting to see what might happen but nothing did. For two days no one approached, cock at the ready but finally someone did and when he pulled out, dribbling a little of his own juice, there was a sigh that threatened to blow the wall down again.

Meanwhile, Papadopolous was growing a colorful member with hues so intense it was almost look at it. The head was the most agonizing but important part. It was red but if you looked, there was the impression of a rotating light within it. It took two weeks. One scrotum at a time was stitched into a circular frame which allowed both sides to be worked on.

Finally, it was done. The officer was so grateful that he promised the artist, who really was an artist, that he could tattoo any part of him he wanted. The man smiled and said to live with it, let others see it, get an opinion and then....they'd jointly make a decision.


Naturally the first to see it were his cop buddies and they were.....stunned. Even when it was pulled out, it was as nothing they'd ever seen. Who had? Word got around to the point were people on his beat would come out, hem and haw and then asked to see "it". For once people did not draw back from his member but were now curious, interested, not only in the art work, but in him. Some said, fine looking officer, glad he got. But, of course, there were those who just found it crude and vulgar.

He had another meeting with his artist/mentor as to what they could or would do next. The answer was simple, they'd expand the area around the abdomen, already inked, until it went clear around and became a sort of inked Speedo. Seemed a great idea. His friend, in an off hand way, said he'd heard about a hole in the wall where men could get pleasure. Papadopolous who'd see the hole said that it existed it was more for ordinary mortals with ordinary cocks and balls. Still, said his artist, why not give it a try? Arrange for some of his cop buddies to cordon off the area then started to stick it in. The officer, who thought this was a waste of time, agreed and a few days later, in the morning when there wasn't the usual rush, the closed off the alley and got the officer in unobserved.

He was laughing along with the guys as he approached the hole, his dick up and hard but obviously too small. An inch for the pin hole compared to the potential insert there was a slight noise. When his flesh touched the wood, it started to expand, surround his member, seemed to pull him forward, rubbing it as it went on. The hole got larger than the dick but a part of it, almost like wood tendrils held and reached for his balls. In an agony of fear and pleasure He put his hands up, trying to grab the top to keep any forward motion from happening.

For a moment, that seemed to work, his balls and shaft stayed in the clutches of the hole but apart from continuing to massage him, little happened. He was suddenly yanked forward, not breaking his hold but allowing something to begin to press on his perineum, start a prostate massage as well as seeming to gain entry to his.

In front of him a mass of undefined flesh, not as large as he might have feared, but clearly dividing itself into two parts, the cheeks of an ass. It moved toward him, slurping a sort of lube juice and in the sudden wind, all his clothes were blown off. Something held his boots and ankles as a very fuckable ass came toward him. Only an orifice that size could accommodate the organ now stretched out as if wanting to plunge itself into the murky, desirable canyon.

The officers with him had fled back to their cars hoping for protection. Even from there, and with binoculars, they could see what was happening or what seemed to be happening,

Closer in the opening in the ass began to make noise, a sickening sort of snorting and slobbering which suggested hunger.

It reach the officer's dong, pushed it in and then hesitated as the muscles within the might tail began to undulate causing intense desire and a loss of any idea save to fuck what was in front of him.

Slowly it took all of him and began the skillful manipulation that any good as knows to work on a cock, to make it breed, to make it grow bigger...

He lost his grips and was immediately taken through the hole toward the ass, Seemed as if his cock had been devoured and now, maybe just now, it was his turn,

Inside the warm dark place, his body was massaged, covered with the slippery stuff that all asses make before eating a cock. He was being tortured, his skin was being gently pulled from him, he was going deeper, he lost his ability to breath,

Outside the officers waited, wondering what might happen,,,,,but nothing did. The noise stopped, the hole seemed to contract and some sort of normalcy.....save that it wasn't.

Suddenly a big burp and out flew the brightly colored skin of a cock and a ball bag,

A month later the hole was back at it was but there were no takers. However, some place in the city a well built young man was listening to a well dressed man about an opportunity that would come to few.