When I entered the stall I didn't think twice about the guy sitting
in the next john. But as I sat there, I began to hear him
breathing. It was loud and faster than normal and I started to
wonder about him. Then I noticed the hole in the partition. I don't
know why I didn't see it right away -- it was the size of the top
of a beer can, cut out of the wood and sanded smooth, just like it
had been done by a carpenter.

I was done with the toilet, but I just sat there, feeling his
presence. From where I sat, I couldn't see his face, but it felt
like he was watching me through the hole. Down below the divider I
could see his feet. He had on old work shoes. He must have been a
grip or something, because the john was behind a soundstage near
the back of the studio lot.

His feet sort of rocked back and forth and then he slid his foot
closer to my side of the wall. From the rhythm of the movement, he
had to be masturbating and it seemed like he wanted me to know.

It was weird. All I had seen were this guys feet and that big hole
in the wall, and my chest begin to pound. I had never experienced
anything like this before. I'd been with lots of women and even
blown by men a few times, but never a complete stranger. But I was
turned on-- my cock was stirring between my legs. And for some
reason I could tell I was going to let this scene play out.

I waited for him to make some kind of move, but he just didn't.
Finally, I took a breath and slowly leaned forward to look though
the hole. Old jeans were halfway down his legs and he had muscular
thighs that were lean and hairy. The curls of hair got thicker as
my view moved up toward his crotch. One hand hung across his thigh
just below his balls. Then I saw his other hand. He had it in a
fist and it was wrapped around a cock that was long and hard. He
must have spit on it because his cock was glistening wet and his
fist slid up and down the length of it.

I just stared -- I'd never seen anything like it. The head of his
prick was round and smooth and it seemed wider than the shaft. It
was like a big red knob and as his fingers stroked up to the tip,
clear juice oozed out of the slit.

He leaned forward and I sat back, excited and maybe nervous about
what he might want. His face came close to the hole and he peered
through at my crotch. He watched and I looked down as my dick
throbbed and thickened until it was hard as a rock and jutting
straight into the air. I slid my hand down to my balls and felt how
heavy and full they were. The skin was hot to touch. The man was
watching intently and it made me even hotter.

"I want to suck your big cock." His voice was low and strong and I
could see his mouth as he licked his thick lips and whispered,
"give it to me."

I rose to my feet and turned to face him. I didn't care about the
risk. I didn't care if he knew who I was. I didn't care that all
I'd seen of this man was his dick and his mouth. I just wanted it.
I wanted my hard cock in his mouth and I didn't care. He said, Come
on you hot fucker give it to me."

I pushed forward to the wall and felt his lips part and wet tongue
slide down the shaft of my cock. He did't stop. In one smooth, slow
motion he swallowed every inch of my cock. I was buried, the whole
eight thick inches deep in his throat, my stomach pressed hard
against the wall, and his lips nestled in my pubic hair.

My hands went up and held on to the top of the partition and I
sucked in a gasp of air. His mouth slid back, all the way off the
tip of my dick and then immediately back down again to the pubes.
He was unbelievable. Then he did it again. And again, and again,
until it became a slow, regular motion. It was a smooth, rhythmic
milking and I've been around a bit, but I'd never felt anything
close to it before.

I wanted to make the sensation last forever, but I just couldn't.
The cumm was pounding in my balls and I began to buck and thrust
into the hole. The suddenness and the danger and the excitement of
it, and the intensity and the heat and the tightness of his throat
were just too much for me. I heard myself moaning but I didn't care
if anyone heard. I could feel the cumm churning, and then start to
burst through the full length of my cock and down deep into his
throat. I pounded into his face and he just sucked, deeply and
hungrily, until there wasn't any cumm left inside me.

My orgasm subsided and I clung there, sweating against the wall, my
cock through a hole and inside this masculine stranger's mouth. He
pulled back and I felt his tongue gently licking and cleaning my
softening dick.

I just stood there in a blissful state, trying to catch my breath,
when I heard the swing of the outer door. We both scrambled back
onto the toilets as the door opened. Footsteps moved across the
tile to a urinal, and then a loud stream of piss hit the water.

Before I could get my wits about me, the toilet next door flushed
and this brilliant cocksucker was up and out of his stall. He said
a gruff 'howdy' to whoever it was pissing, washed his hands and
then strode out the door, not missing a beat. He was as casual and
everyday as anyone could possibly be.

But not me. My skin was flushed and my head was reeling. This whole
experience wasn't even like anything I'd ever thought about. That
cumm had been like an explosion, more powerful than any in my life.
So I just sat there, letting it soak in and waiting until I could
cool out and make a reasonable exit.

Meanwhile, the man at the urinal kept pissing. This guy must have
downed a six pack, because it was so loud and seemed to last
forever. I guess my time frame was distorted, because I wanted him
out of there, so I could wash my face and get my shit together to
look normal. Finally, the pissing stopped and then-- nothing. It
sunded like he was just standing there. This went on a couple of
minutes until I just couldn't take it anymore. So I stood and
flushed and started to zip up, and then his heels moved across
floor and he as suddenly in the stall next door.

I just froze there. I don't know why. It was a perfect opportuity
to get out without having to be seen, but I just stood there.
Obviously he wasn't there for the toilet, or he would have gone
there immediately. Something in me was dying to know if he was
after my cock like the last guy. I didn't think I could come again,
but I just had to know.

So I stood there and bent slightly to watch his feet. He was
wearing dirty, well-worn cowboy boots, like lots of lighting and
camera guys do. But he didn't sit. He just latched the door and
then his boots faced my side of the stall.

My heart was pounding hard again. I didn't think he could be a cop
or like that, but I was scared. Every second I stood there made me
look more guilty, but I guess the same was true for him too. So I
put myhand against the partition to steady myself and slowly
started to bend down. I was going to tie my shoe as cover if I had
to look legitimate.

I didn't have to. When my face came to the hole I got an eyeful. He
was standing directly in front of it, jeans around his knees, no
underwear, slowly beating his meat with one hand and squeezing his
hairy balls with the other. He must have started while he was at
urinal, because his cock was completely hard.

I sucked in a breath and just watched. I'd never seen a man's cock
that close before. It was inches from my face. I had jerked off
with guys when I was thirteen, but it was nothing like this.

His cock seemed huge. I guess it was just a little bigger than
mine, but from that angle it seemed like a foot long. It was
different from the guy's who just sucked me. It was thick and meaty
and smooth. It was erect, but it almost looked soft, like it was
this hard all the time.

I don't know how long I watched, but eventually I sat my ass down
on the toilet seat and began squeezing my cock through my pants. It
was already hard, and it worked its way out of my briefs and it
throbbed against my thigh. I waited for the man to back off and
look through the hole so I could pull out my dick while he watched.
But he didn't back off.

He just stroked his big meat slowly and powerfully. His hands were
veined and muscular, but the movement was sensual. This guy loved
his cock as much as I love mine. His breathing got more intense and
one of his hands went to the wall to support himself. With the
other, he concentrated on his balls and squeezing the base of his
dick until it got even harder.

Then he did something that hadn't occurred to me. While he was
squeezing, he began a slow pumping with his hips. With each
gyration he moved his cock closer and closer to the hole. The blood
in my ears really started to pound and I pulled my face back. His
cock just kept coming, slowly through the wall, first the head, and
then inch by inch of his shaft, moving in time to his slow pumping.

I just watched. Stupified. When his cock was all the way through,
it just hung there, making little pulses, and I could see his hand
working at his balls. He lifted them and pushed them through hole
and they rested against the wood below his shaft. Then his hands
went to hold the top of the partition, just like mine had, ten
minutes earlier.

I was overwhelmed. His hard dick was just pushed through the hole,
hanging into my stall. He seemed content just to wait there,
pumping against the wall, whie I took it all in. After a long
moment, I watched my hand slowly reach out, as if on its own, and
my fingers wrapped around the length of his magnificent cock It was
warm and hard and it was alive. And then somehow I knew that I was
in control and that his was something I wanted to do.

He moaned softly when my fingers touched his skin. I slid my fist
up and down the smooth shaft, just like I would do for myself. He
ground his hips against the wall and I could tell I was doing it
right. I brouht my other hand up and cupped his balls. They were
warm and massive and his sack was hairy.

His whole body shuddered. I ran my thumb over the head, and squezed
his prick with a milking kind of motion, and that brought a
glistening, clear drop of pre-cumm juce to the tip. It sat there
like a pearl, on tiny pink lips at the head of his cock. I squeezed
again, more oozed out, and ran down the head and onto my thumb.

I had to taste it. I know it seems obvious, but it came to me ike a
brilliant new idea, and so I did it. The juice on my thumb tasted
smooth, maybe a little salty, but only in a pleasant way. I didn't
think twice. My tongue slid out and I took another taste, directly
from the slit at the end of his dick. Then I licked the head, and
moved my lips over the whole knob of it.

His body shuddered again and his voice hissed in a low whisper.
"Suck it, baby. Suck it, little cocksucker."

The words just burned in my ears. It sounded so filthy, so foul,
but for some bizarre reason, it wasn't offensive. It was
reassuring, it sounded right. And it made me hotter and hotter and
I wanted to swallow this cowboy's cock all the way down my throat
like the first man had done for me.

I pushed forward, as much as I could, but I only got about half way
down. My mouth was stuffed and there was just no place to put any
more. I pulled back, softly sucking and caressing with my tongue as
I did. He moaned and I slid back down on it. This time it went a
little farther, but then he pulled back and began to pump. It was
happening so fast. I wanted time to learn and to get it right, but
he pumped faster, with short strokes that moved half his prick in
and out of my mouth.

My saliva was flowing and the cock head slid easily back and forth
between my lips. This lasted maybe a minute before he began to
tremble and moan and the pumping became more wild. I took the
opportunity to push my face forward and see if more of his thick
hose could fit into my mouth, but it couldn't. So I just held there
and sucked as he pounded half way into my face.

Suddenly, I felt him tense. His cock throbbed hard and it began to
swell. I don't know how, but it got even larger. When he pulled
back I could see that the skin was stretched taut and it was red
and wet and as hard as it could get.

It was enormous. My mouth was open wide and it was stuffed with his
meat. He pressed the cock into me and I felt a shot of cumm spurt
into my mouth. He moaned loudly, then pulled back, and my lips went
after his cock to suck out more cumm. I thought he was pulling
away, but he was just making a bigger thrust. And when I moved
forward, he plunged immediately back to me. It happened in an
instant. I felt back of my mouth open and give, and then suddenly,
his cock was all the way down my throat, shooting a stream of cumm.
Before I could start to gag it was moving out again. I tasted his
salty juice on my tongue and then he thrust all the way in again.

He kept fucking my face until I had swallowed every drop. I din't
take his cock all the way down to the base but I got most of it. I
didn't gag and it wasn't gross. It was like I was in a trance and I
just sucked and swallowed.

His dick was still hard, but as soon as he stopped cumming he
pulled it out. I wanted to lick it and watch it soften, but he
stepped back, pulled some toilet paper and began to wipe himself
clean. I just knelt there at the hole, watching him clean his dick.
He pulled up his jeans and fastened them, buckled a big silver
cowboy belt, and walked right out. I didn't even see his face. He
was out the door before I could even get up off my knees.

My cock was still in my pants, hard as a poker, and there was a big
wet stain from all the pre-cumm that had oozed out. My throat was
sore and salty. When I tried to clear it and I could feel that my
voice was shakey. I had hardly any lines to say in the scene we
were shooting after lunch, but I had to get it together quick, I
was going to be late.

I washed up at the sink as best I could and headed back to makeup
on the set. I thought about a lot of stuff during that short walk.
Things were really different. When I went into that john I wasn't
the slighest bit horny, but even after all that incredible sex,I
was horny now. But also, I was feeling a kind of horniness that was
new to me.

I never felt that hunger before, but now it was all I could think
about. I just savored the feeling and knew that it could wait. With
three or four weeks left to shoot on this job, there would be
fifteen or twenty more hours to have lunch.