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Complete rules for posting are on the group's profile. To protect members' privacy, entry posting is by members only. However, prompts and fills are made anonymously, which means non-members can respond!
Rules
1. No underage characters
2. No RPF/RPS
3. No bashing other people's kinks.
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Fill #2 Glory Hole
Date: 2019-10-08 07:34 pm (UTC)By chance, Jeeves had seen the show on the previous Thursday, his day off, and we chatted about it when I returned to the old homestead. I mentioned the gag at the end of Act Two, and he, perhaps sensing the question behind the question, asked,
“Have you ever had occasion to visit to the St. Damien Bath, sir?”
“I’ve heard of it. A bit out of town, isn’t it? I usually go the one on Northumberland Avenue.”
“Yes, sir, but I understand that on the subterranean floor, near the coldest of the bathing pools, a gentleman may, should he wish, put his finger in the dike, as it were.”
This was news to me. “Really, Jeeves?”
“So I’m told, sir.”
“Well, whatever plugs your dam, I suppose.”
“A noble attitude, sir.”
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Of course, the next day, it happened to be a Thursday, curiosity murdered the feline, and I took a hired chariot out to the hinterland, and sure enough, as I was stretched out on a lounge chair, doing my best impersonation of a sleeping man by what they called the ‘Arctic Pond,’ I overheard a conversation.
CHAPPIE 1: Oh, here comes Rogers now! What ho, Rogers! How’s the linen closet? Filthy as usual?
RODGERS: What ho. Sadly no. Clean as a whistle. No takers.
CHAPPIE 2: Too bad.
RODGERS: Yeah, now I know how the little Dutch boy felt in a drought.
CHAPPIE 1: Cheer up, old thing. Let’s go have a smoke in the drying room.
I waited a goodish amount of time after they’d oiled off and then headed in the direction from which Rodgers had come. Or not, as it were.
There was a curtain with a sign on the wall beside it labelled ‘Linen.’ I pulled back the drape and took a tentative peek inside.
It was a short, narrow corridor with a stone wall on one side and no exit. The ‘Linen’ sign had not been false advertising as at the far end there were shelves stacked with folded towels.
It was empty so I entered, and halfway to the towels, I saw it: a hole in the stone wall right at the level of plugging.
Well, well, well, I thought.
Now you might suppose that just because some people often wonder if I ought to be in some kind of home, that I’m the kind of idiot who sticks his finger in any old dike without thinking.
In this case, you’d be figuratively, if that’s the word I want, wrong, but, literally, quite correct.
No sooner had a stuck my pointer in the hole than it was enveloped in a wet heat. I wiggled it. There were teeth and a tongue on the other side.
Promising.
The lips, tongue, and teeth worked up and down from knuckle to nail, long enough for Bertram’s Bertram to imagine the possibilities and want a turn.
And that’s when I stuck my finger, and now I mean my prick, in the dike.
A slicked hand with a nice, firm grip caught hold of me at once and without so much as a howdy-do began to stroke. And there I was, cheek to stone, pressed flatter than a crepe suzette, getting my plate of frigs with bells on through a hole in a wall.
And it was glorious.
When I’d spent, I stepped back, chest heaving, until I was slumped against the opposite wall.
Then I leaned forward again and put my finger back through the hole, crooking it in a beckoning motion.
The cock that appeared through the hole was so big, so thick and beefy pink with a nice vein down the side, it made my mouth water, and that was a good thing, because I hadn’t thought to pack any slick.
I spat like an ornery camel on my palm and then gave it to ‘im like a policeman on boat race night. When he tipped his helmet, so to speak, he sent four long stripes ‘cross my furry robe, and the sight of it made me want to go again.
Not certain of the etiquette, I bent very low and gave his prickhead a quick peck, sort of like a curtsey, then I made my way back to the Arctic pond to douse the flaming loins in an ice bath.
The next Thursday, I was back, naturally, at the same hour, and this time, I got a mouth. Oh, my sainted aunts, it was a mouth that made me think of those Egyptian mummifiers who drove a stick up the dead pharaoh’s nose to scramble his brain before they yanked it out. My brain was poached, but my body was on fire, and my cock was as hard as the stone that separated me from that blessed orifice.
As soon as I’d released the pride of the Wooster, I fell to my knees and got my Christmas wish because it was the cock from the previous Thursday.
I don’t think it’s come up in any of my earlier chronicles, so readers may not be aware that your author is without a gag reflex. So I took every inch of that mammoth when it shot through the whole and swallowed him down like a Jonah-gobbling whale.
It didn’t take long.
I gave the head another kiss and crumpled to the floor as it retreated.
The next Thursday, I took the bull by the horns and did the ‘come hither’ motion when I put my finger through the hole.
As soon as that Greek god of cock was through the hole, I spun ‘round, dropped my robe, pulled out the plug and let him gore me.
And, oh, God, I’ve never felt more like a luckless matador. He pissed stream after stream inside me and clenched ‘round, not wanting to let him or it go.
I kissed his prickhead, suckling it a bit as it drew back.
And once again, the stranger read my desires, for when it was my turn, he gave me his mouth again.
‘The Soul’s Awakening’ doesn’t cover it. Not by half.
It was bliss. Utter bliss.
But when it was over, and when I was alone again, I felt a fog of despair creep in. Rather than lounge about the pool for hours as I had on previous occasions, I stumbled back upstairs, cleaned myself, and headed home.
The fog hadn’t lifted when Jeeves brought the breakfast tray in the next morning.
“Sir, is something wrong?”
“No, Jeeves, rashers crisp as usual.” Then I remember my manners. “Did you have a good day off?”
“Yes, sir. I visited St. Cosmos’.”
“A church, Jeeves?”
“A bath, sir, adjacent to St. Damien’s. St. Cosmos is for the man on a stricter budget than yourself.”
I blinked.
“The two establishments do, however, share a wall, is on the subterranean level,” he continued. “Yesterday was my third visit. I found it exceedingly pleasurable.”
I stared.
“Jeeves!”
“Yes, sir.”
“Jeeves?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Jeeves?!”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, Jeeves!”
“Yes, indeed, sir.”
“What say we, uh, save Holland from the comfort of our own home.”
“An admirable suggestion, sir. One I wholeheartedly support.”
“Bring your whole heart and the rest of you here!”
“Yes, sir!”
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