Glory Hole

I haven't done one in a while mostly because my writing isn't what it used to be... ok it never was much but whatever. Here's my entry for The Scherazade Project. Take a trip with me into my demented mind....


George engaged in many activities that he wasn't too proud of in his long trips, but like many truck drivers he lost his morales after a couple years. He spent quite a bit of money on uppers and lot lizards. A lot lizards is another drivers old lady who works truck stops to earn some extra money doing sexual favors. But George did what he needed to to keep hisself gratified.
George had now been driving truck across country for 25 years. He was very lonely, had no home, just his truck. One lonely night he stopped at a small truck stop in Winchestertonfieldville, Iowa for a bite to eat. There was a small neon sign half lit, "Ruth's Diner". When he pulled in he got an eerie feeling, there were no trucks there, he had never witnessed a truck stop with absolutely no one there. Come to think of it he never heard of the town before on his trips through the area. But he was hungry and needed to strech his legs so he pulled in. He went up to the counter and sat down. The waitress was the usual older bigger woman who kept calling him "hun", her name was Ruth. He asked if she was the owner she smiled and nodded, he smile was missing a couple teeth. He then decided to quietly eat his steak and drink his hot black coffee. After his meal he payed and thanked Ruth and went to the restroom. As he sat on the toilet and strained to get something to come out, he vowed just like everytime to stop snorting, he was tired of the constipation. While he sat tring to block out the pain he noticed a hole in the wall next to his shoulder. Above it read "Glory Hole, for glorious feeling on your dinky, call Kinky, 867-5309". As he sat he pondered it for a while and decided it would help him get some sleep and since there were no other truck drivers around, he pulled out his cell and dialed the number.
"Kinky on your Dinky"
"Uhh, yeah I'm at Ruth's off of..."
"I know where it's at hun, I'll be there in half an hour" she interuptted.
She hung up. She sounded kind of young, George thought. "She didn't say how much" he muttered. He went outside to smoke a couple cigareetes while waiting to see her pull in. He waited 45 minutes, no one came. Just when he was getting in his truck his cell phone rang "Hello"
"you coming in to the hole or what." click.
He walked back into the bathroom and up to the hole. "How much?"
"50 bucks"
He slid the money through the hole, then his penis.
He moaned with pleasure, he never felt anything so good in his life. Just as he was about to cum he felt the worst pain of his life. He screamed, he pulled back and there was nothing left, just blood spurting everywhere. He held himself and grabbed toilet paper and tried to look through the hole to see the culprit. But he saw no one as he laid dizzily on the floor. He never saw anything again.