Chapter 1

I was on the way home from shopping, after my third week of work at a pharmaceutical company. I was happy I finally got my first paycheck and even happier it had a yearly bonus on it. I started just in time to qualify. Nearly a month’s pay extra!

I badly needed to take a piss, so I pulled into a gas station and saw it was closed. The sign showed they were open from 6am to 9pm, and it was 9:15. I cursed, “Dammit!”

It was an almost rural residential area, and there were no other businesses open for miles in either direction. I figured checking if the men’s room was locked would be worth it. If I were lucky, I might save driving with an aching bladder.

I was much luckier than I thought. The bathroom was unlocked, and the light was on. There was no urinal but two stalls, and I quickly walked in the closer one. I did my business, and noticed a hole in the side of the stall. Written next to the hole was, “Blowjobs $50”.

I laughed and pulled my shorts up after flushing. I’d seen some fake gloryholes in men’s rooms before, usually with crude but clever jokes written near them. This one appeared to be real. I could see the hole went all the way through the side of the wooden stall divider, and there was tape over the rough edges of the hole.

I laughed again and heard somebody clear their throat in the next stall! Somebody was in there! I nervously said, “Blowjobs fifty bucks. Hahaha!”

I heard fingernails tap on the divider.

I chuckled, saying, “Who would put money in a hole in a wall, then stick their cock in, hoping for a blowjob?”

There was more tapping next to the hole, and I saw two fingers protrude through to my side. The fingers had long natural fingernails, painted with dark purple nail polish.

I wondered aloud, “So if I give you fifty bucks, you’ll really suck me off?”

The fingers curled a few times to say, “Give me the money.”

I hadn’t had sex since my last girlfriend several months earlier. It was risky, but I thought the worst that would happen was whoever was on the other side would run off with the money. It wouldn’t be a big loss, for the chance of oral sex.

I took a fifty from my wallet and stuck it between the fingers in the hole, then pulled my boxers down. I slid my soft penis through the hole, and felt a hand on it. I suddenly got afraid but pushed back my nervousness. The fingers on me were feeling pretty good.

I started to stiffen, and felt something wet, warm, and wonderful on the head of my cock. In only a couple of minutes, I squirted a large load of semen into the unseen mouth. “UNGH! UH! UH! Yeah! So good!”

I pulled back from the hole and started to zip up, but still felt a little horny. “Uh, do you mind doing that again, for another fifty?”

The fingers motioned for me to pay again, and I happily took another bill from my wallet.

I got another quick but great blowjob, and happily went home.

Two or three times a week, I’d find something to do from the time I finished work at 6 until the gas station closed at 9. Several times the stall was in use, and I waited until another guy shyly walked out, before paying for some more excellent fellatio. Several times when I finished and walked out, there was another guy waiting.

I even went there many times on days I wasn’t working. It was more than worth driving half an hour on my day off.

I was on the way home from work on Christmas Eve and stopped again. I doubted she would be there, but it wouldn’t hurt to check. I went in the stall, and a much smaller pair of fingers reached through the hole to get my money. They had short red fingernails.

I asked, “What happened to the other one?”

The voice of a young lady said, “Dad’s sick today. I know what to do. Please? We need the money.”

I was shocked! “DAD!”

I had been getting blowjobs from a MAN for three months! A MAN with long purple fingernails? And his DAUGHTER wanted to suck my dick too? I was flabbergasted, and my mind tried going in ten directions at once.

The girl pleaded, “Please? I’m 18, and I’ve sucked a few guys off before. We need another eighty for his medicine. He’s sick. Please?”

I felt disgusted, mostly with myself. I took out my wallet and said, “Here’s some money. You don’t have to do anything.” I passed a hundred through the hole.

“This is so great! Thank you! Thank you!”

I thought a moment, “I’ll give you another hundred if you take me to your dad. I want to say thanks.”

She was hesitant. “Uh ... I don’t know. You’re not going to arrest him, or beat him up, or anything?”

“No. He made me very happy and I want to thank him. Maybe I can help.”

“Okay.”

I heard her stall open and walked out to meet her. The top of the brunette’s head was barely as tall as my shoulder. She shook my hand. “I’m Cindy. Thanks for helping us.”