Library Glory Hole Fun

After I had moved from Vancouver to attend a college professional program, I met a woman named Kathy who was in the same program. She was somewhat overweight, but was a lot of fun at the student pub at night. She was unabashed in her descriptions and discussions of her sex life, and it was an absolute scream to listen to her and her roommate comparing their sexual exploits. These were clearly two horny women who loved to fuck! One night Kathy started asking about glory holes on our campus and what went on in them.

I had never sought out any of these and frankly didn’t know if any existed. A guy in the program named Mitch (who was very ostentatiously bi) piped up and said he knew of one in a library basement bathroom. That basement was a popular place to actually study, as it was isolated enough that not many people would make the trek and the area was reasonably quiet, particularly later in the evenings. There was also a typing room nearby where people could finish up assignments.

Our crowd kind of dissipated and Kathy and I were left to finish up our drinks. She smilingly proposed that we hit the library basement and check out Mitch’s intel, so off we went. We got to the study area and Kathy headed into the typing area, while I checked out the men’s can. Although I frequently jacked off in campus bathrooms, I’d never done the deed and left bodily fluids in the library basement. I looked into the empty cubicles and sure enough, there was a glory hole cut into the side of the last one. It’s shocking how disrespectful some people are of publicly funded facilities!

I left the can and went over to Kathy in the typing area. I told her about my discovery and she got a funny look on her face. “Let’s check and see if anyone’s around,” she said, quickly reaching out to briefly squeeze my meat through my jeans. This was some 40 years ago and security cameras were unknown, while the student “security guards” were notorious for taking long naps in their office. A quick look around told us we were the only ones in the basement.

Giggling like a couple of idiots, we went into the bathroom and went to the cubicles in question. Kathy took off her pants and underwear and I dropped my jeans to my ankles. I was already rock-hard in anticipation and got more so when Kathy reached through the hole and passed me a condom. She backed up to the hole as I unrolled the rubber on my rampant cock, but the fuck gods didn’t seem to be co-operating. Kathy was quite short and even bending my knees I couldn’t slide into her cunt, and pressed awkwardly against the cubicle sides as we were we couldn’t see to effect a sexual union.

Kathy told me to take off the condom and shove my cock through the hole, and she was able to take me shallowly and wetly into her mouth. It felt great as she bobbed her head back and forth over my penis, but it was still an uncomfortable scene. My legs and torso were up against the side of the cubicle and I couldn’t see anything. Meanwhile, Kathy was getting a bit nervous about someone else coming into the can. She said, “OK, I’m gonna jerk you off and we can get out of here.” She undid her shirt and squatted down a bit, grasping my cock and stroking slowly. My pre-cum got spread along my throbbing shaft, and Kathy commented on how slick it made me.

My balls and perineum were pleading for mercy as Kathy continued her work on my seemingly disembodied cock. I told her I was close to cumming, and she told me to shoot off all over her boobs. I was able to take my balls in hand and a couple of squeezes gave me my nut. I moaned quietly as my cumload exploded in several thick ropes for Kathy. Her sweet hand milked almost every drop out of me, and I bent down to look at the cummy results of our handiwork. Kathy’s sizable breasts were dripping in my cum, and she wiped up the load with toilet paper. I cleaned my cock as well, squeezing out a final drop or two of thick, white cum. We got back into our clothing and I told Kathy I wanted us to leave the cum wipe paper on the cubicle floors for the edification of future visitors.

We left the library and I drove Kathy back to her place. She asked me to keep the incident as “our little secret” and I did for a good long time.