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G is for Glory Hole

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The prank sounded less dangerous after a six pack of Coors. Casey Jones' hockey stick arced overhead, sending the last can into a trash receptacle. A streetlamp flickered, throwing shadows over him, in the deserted park. He holstered Eastman, and got out a new toy.

"You already rolling, Casey?" Raphael, from underground, talked through a manhole cover, up to his friend.

"Yea, yea, right here!" Casey squinted and focused through the lens of the VHS camcorder, discovered six beers ago, in the Lair. He zoomed in on the golden eye, which appeared after Raph finally removed the x-grating, from a smaller central hole in the sewer cover.

Raph's eye circled around. "I told ya. Perfect size, bro."

Casey checked over his shoulders for tipsy coeds, then said, ""This is gonna be hilarious! C'mon, hurry up! The bar's closing."

Raph's voice muffled, "Alright, alright, here's my contribution!"

Raphael's demon cock snaked through the hole. The bulbous head crept out, like it was sniffing for food. "H'oh! My god, dude! Okay, here's the cup."

Casey covered the dong with cup from 7-eleven. It fit. His heels crunched the pavement running to the bushes a few meters away. Hand to his ear. "Check? Big Gulp do you read me?"

"I feel like I'm having sex with the city, bro. How's it look?"

"Like you're using protection." Raph snickered in Casey's ear. "It's perfect, it just looks like some trash on the manhole." Casey panned around with the boxy video camera. "Oh, shit, there's a couple chicks!"

The two girls, hung off each other, for support. One blatantly walked barefoot, with her heels in her hand.

"No way! Do they see me?"

He whispered excitedly. "They about to. Man, this feels super creepy." Casey zoomed in on their tits. "But, you are gonna love this footage."

"They sexy?"

"As hell, bro. Start flexing that cup, Raph, oh shit!"

The girls stopped. The barefoot one pointed to the cup, which now danced around on the circular metal cover, seemingly by its own accord.

"Holy shit! Wuz that thing doing?"

The more sensible one looked around, then shrugged. "Dunno."

They hesitantly moved forward, the cup undulated and buckled at its seams. The two girls bent over, arm in arm, and Casey nearly lost his rocks, right then. Hand down his pants, he said, "Raph, yes, dude, here they come." The lens whirled on the camcorder.

Raph grunted. "Y-eah? G-Good-du-uhhh!" The cup, propelled by a thick stream of come, rocketed off the turtle cock. The Big Gulp fountained up into the milky way, or, at least ten feet off the ground.

Casey stood involuntarily. Taping the turtle, who was still coming. "Jesus Christ."

The girls screamed and fell on top of each other, knees scraping on the pavement. The come splattered down on top of them, sounding like a short burst of hard rain on pavement. Those ladies were going to need a shower. To any passer by, they looked like an entire flock of birds had shit on them.

They sure did make a helluva commotion. Casey tapped his ear. "Raph? Hey, man, uhhh."

His camcorder moved with the scrambling girls, running away with arms flailing, exiting the park. There were two pairs of high heels left behind. Casey cocked his head, listening for trouble. He fist-pumped. "Damn, dude, that was amazing! Time to review the videotape."

"Oh, god, Casey, I'm knotted up."

"What?"

"Just get over here, dude!" Raph made Casey's ear-piece pop out.

Casey's balls shrank up while he ran over, skidding to a stop in the unavoidable puddle of come. Raphael's cock, a twisted and stretched purple bloom, strained to pull back through the hole.

"Raph are you stuck?" Casey placed the camcorder down, in front of his friend's dick. "What do we do?"

A softball-sized lump - in the base of the shining, thick as fuck, flower-cock - prevented Raphael from pulling out. "C-Casey, y-you gotta…" Casey shook his head. Raph said, "You gotta milk it, bro."

The City was a bitch. The camcorder faced off with the giant member. Casey Jones face popped into frame. He pursed his lips, then asked, "With my hands?"

"Jesus Christ, don't be such a pussy. Just squeeze my junk before the cops show up!"

Casey heard sirens. "Oh, Jesus, Raph!"

"F-Fuck! Okay! Just a nice, firm grip around the knot, and stroke it out for me."

"Stop calling it the 'knot!'"

Casey barely got his hands around the trapped dick. "Oh, fuck, me! It's slimy, Raph!" His hands slipped off and his rear scooted in the filth.

Raphael grunted. "Casey-getta-fuckin'-grip!" He huffed. "You ain't gotta be gentle. Hurry!"

Casey squared his stance. He pulled, he plunged, he violently kneaded the shaft. The passing elderly couple probably thought he was attempting to unclog the sewer with his bare hands. "Evening, folks, don't mind me." They trotted away, dragging their walker, with tennis balls attached, across the cobblestones.

A policeman's flashlight found Casey's face determined, with a tongue hanging out. "Shit, it's the cops!"

"I'm out! Get down here Casey!" Raphael lifted the manhole for Casey and he dropped down into the sewer. The pranksters took off, splashes echoing off the brick walls.

Raph whirled around with panic in his eyes, grabbing Casey. "Wait! The camera?"

Casey looked at his hands, dumbly, then towards the surface. "Oh, man! This is really gonna suck." He placed his hockey mask on his head. "But, I'm with ya, Raph."

Raphael spun his sai around before erupting out the sewer, the old-fashioned way. "No guts, no glory."