It was one in the morning, and John found himself, of all places, in a bowling alley. He hadn't even wanted to bowl that night, but sure enough, he decided to spend the evening in a bowling alley, mostly in the search of some cheap beer. Just his luck that this was one of the few bowling alleys he had seen in his life which didn't have a built in restaurant or bar. Ah well, so what was one Friday night wasted...
Yawning, John headed for the exit. The place was empty. Besides the clerk sleeping at the desk, there wasn't a soul to be seen, let alone bowling. "Man, this place is a ghost town..." Muttered John, about to leave. However, a sudden pang hit his bladder. It was a long drive home, he might was well take a piss before he left.
Walking into the bathroom, John was surprised to hear the faint sound of someone shifting around in the last stall. So he wasn't the only one here after all... As John checked out the condition of the various toilets, he noticed something odd about the last occupied stall.
There was a large hole craved right into the door. John suddenly remembered what people used those things for... It was a Glory Hole. Anonymous gay sex at it's best. John's cheek's went a little red at the thought of it. He wasn't gay by any stretch of the imagination, but he had conjured the stray fantasy or two that led him to believe he might be bi curious.
Not like any of this actually mattered though. Who on earth would use one of those stupid holes nowadays anyways. John shrugged it off, "I wouldn't know what to do anyways..." He muttered under his breath. However, curiosity soon got the better of him. Taking a step closer to the stall, he saw instructions written on it.
Give: Tap, Pound, Tap
Recive: Pound, Tap, Pound
Before John could even contemplate following through with the instructions, he suddenly heard a noise from the other side of the door.