I went to San Francisco to see one of my best friends who lives there and is gay. We usually went out to a couple gay bars to drink. I’m straight, yet I found a lot of the guys and women at these areas to be ridiculously attractive. I joked with my friend that I’d easily blow 80% of the men at the bar we were at, and she casually informed me that they had gloryholes in the bathrooms and that, because it was a gay bar, sometimes guys would go to the girls room if the other bathroom was full, and nobody really cared.
I told her I wanted to go try out the gloryhole now that I had this information. I’m sure I wasn’t the first girl to consider this. I received permission from one of the bartenders because I didn’t want to insult anyone. I proceeded into the men’s restroom, entered a stall, and sure enough, there was a gloryhole big enough to fit an elephant’s cock through. Not long after, I heard someone enter the bathroom, notice I was in my stall, and proceed to the stall next to mine. Two knocks were heard on the wood side of the gloryhole. I had no idea at the time that this was a signal to welcome the party to join in the fun.
“I’m down, but I just wanted you to know I’m a girl,” I said. “I just want to suck some cock.”
“That’s okay, I’m bi, and you sound really cool,” the stranger next to me added. His voice was deep and gruff, and it piqued my interest.
I knelt down next to the hole and waited. His cock peeled through half-hard a few seconds later. Uncut, well-trimmed, with large, low-hanging balls. “Have fun,” he added, and we both burst out laughing.
I regained my calm and began sucking on his balls. As he began to moan, he liked this. I got him to grow completely by sucking his balls and softly stroking his cock. Several others came in and out of the bathroom at the same time, and no one appeared to mind. It was perfectly natural. Which I thought was pretty hot.
“Spit on that fucking dick for me,” he said, and I did as he asked. I then sucked him entire, dripping on his cock. He was large enough that I could work with him without my face touching the actual stall. I heard two knocks on the stall that separated us approximately 5 minutes into this, which I correctly detected as a sign that he was going to cum.
I didn’t want him to mess with me, so I did my best to deepthroat him and caress his testicles like the wonderful slut I am. He started dumping his cargo into my open mouth. My mouth was swamped by three, four, five, six, seven, and more ropes. I recall him tasting deliciously, which surprised me. He later told me he was an avid pineapple consumer.