path to the building was lighted on either side by dark metal lamps. I noticed they were real gaslights, not bulbs.

“Classy.” I thought. “Very classy.”

I didn’t see or hear anyone around. I liked this too. Already it began to feel like an intimate experience.

I put the key in the door and went in. It took a second for my eyes to take in the surroundings: sinks, hand dryers, paper towel dispensers, and trashcans -- the usual bathroom stuff. On the opposite wall, there were three booths. The one in the middle was much narrower. On the door of this one was a small brass sign that said ENTER.

No time like the present, I thought. I went into the booth. The door closed with a heavy thud behind me. There was a pewter toilet polished so brightly, I could see my black shoes mirrored in the base. On the wall to the right there were two short grab bars mounted a few inches over my head and set three feet apart. Midway down was a hole about the diameter of a softball. Okay, I thought. That’s pretty self-explanatory. The other wall had plate shaped hole halfway down that was lined with soft rubber tubing. Now I understood why the booth was so narrow. Guys who wanted to get butt fucked could stick their ass in this wall and hold onto the grab bars on the other side. This was incredible, I thought – a gay guy’s fantasy come true. My cock had gotten huge just thinking about this set up. I could barely get my pants unzipped around my enormous bulge. I took out my dick and stuck it in the hold through the thin wall. I couldn’t hear anything. I felt a tongue and lips nibble the tip of my penis. This continued for several minutes. Then I felt a hand jacking me. It wouldn’t take me long to shoot my wad. I was hoping the evening would be more drawn out. As if the mysterious stranger on the other side of the wall read my mind, he slowed down. He kissed and lapped at my rod and then took my entire member deep into his mouth. I put my hands on the grab bars and began fucking his mouth. I didn’t have to. It was the best blowjob I’d ever had. He sucked me and used the tip of his tongue on my pee hole to gauge when the pre-cum had started. I thought the thin wall would collapse with our violent fucking, but it was like a wafer of steel and did not budge. The sucking on the other side got faster and I felt his lips tighten down on my cock like a fleshy vice. I moaned loudly and almost lost my sweaty hold on the grab bars when my cum exploded into the stranger’s mouth. He sucked me dry until every ounce of milky froth was extracted. Then, there was nothing. I pulled my still erect penis from the hole and sat down on the toilet to relax. My legs were shaking. I looked at my watch. I still had almost fifteen minutes. I decided to give the receiving side of the booth a try. I usually performed anal sex on my partners. I hardly ever had the opportunity to experience what it was like to have it done to you. I rested a few more minutes and then stood up and dropped my pants. The