Nature calls

"Damn!" you say to yourself, pulling your hand down, suddenly feeling the need to go to the bathroom. "Should have pissed right before I left the house. Now I've got to break the seal already. I'll be running to the bathroom all night long now!"

You push yourself away from the bar and make your way towards the back where you see signs designating the restrooms. Entering the men's room, you're surprised to see a line formed to get into the last stall, but the next stall and plenty of urinals are open. You shrug to yourself and grab the closest one. As you begin to relieve yourself, you're a little shocked, a little amused, and a little disgusted to hear moans coming from the last stall. "Oh fuck, that's good!" you hear called out.

Once you've finished, you make your way to the sink to wash your hands, not really wanting to hear how good this guy's crap is, but curiosity has piqued your interest and you take the opportunity to examine the line that's formed for some reason. Looking more, you see that it looks like only two people are actually in line, while the third person, a giant black man, looks to be guarding the door. As you're drying your hands, the man in the stall exits, with the most satisfied look on his face, and the next man in line enters, but not before handing something to the large black man.

Now you're completely intrigued as to what's going on in that stall. The last person in line is an older guy, probably in his sixties, balding, about 5'8", and with a big beer gut that strains against his tucked in polo shirt that hangs over his belt. You nudge his shoulder to get his attention and ask your question when he turns around. "Hey, what's with the line? There's another stall open." you say nodding at the open stall next to him, just as you hear a loud moan coming from behind the closed door. "Uuunnnnhhhh!"

The fat, bald man chuckles at your question. "You've never been here before, huh? That's the stall with the gloryhole. Twenty bucks gets you sucked off. You can't find a better deal!"

"C'mom!" you say. "Stop fuckin' with me!"

"No, no. I'm serious! I don't know who they've got on the other side of that wall or even if it's the same person, but whoever they are, they're amazing! I've never been disappointed." he says as another loud moan comes from the stall. "But don't take my word for it. You can hear him just as well as I can."

This bit of information has taken you aback. It's not at all what you were expecting when you came in to piss, but now that you know about it, you're intrigued. As you stand there thinking about it, the other man exits and the fat man enters, leaving you next in line.