The guy in the next stall stood up and shoved his fat thick cock through the hole, just about eye level to me, and face with such a massive sight i couldn't help but put it between my lips and start to suck him off. I finally tried the center stall and started to stroke my hardening cock. After a few more trips there (and it finally dawned on me). Then one day a guy came into the next stall and started to stroke his cock - I thought I was interrupting him and left. Men's room in the fine arts school was the site of a glory hole, where I would occasionally sit in the stall where it was and try to figure out why someone had cut a hole out of the wall at this level. I was going to a school back east in the wonderful 70's.
