This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another website
without the written permission of the author.

Original posting date:
Friday PM, June 11, 1999

First Time at the Gloryhole (MM, cons, gloryhole, true!)

by silent killer

Number one in a series of gloryhole stories.

I was nervous. I had been in many video booths in many adult bookstores before, but I'd never been in one with a gloryhole.
I had read about this particular gloryhole on a site called cruisingforsex.com (I recommend it for men looking to hook up for anything from a quick blowjob to an extended affair). I had received my first blowjob from a nameless stranger the week before when I had opened my booth door and admitted a thin black man who proceeded to suck me until I came, then left as soon as I was done. This was going to be different, I could tell.
As I walked down the dark hall, I jingled the tokens in my pocket and looked around at all the men who were hanging around. Most of them were much older than me -- men in their late forties and early fifties, some of whom looked quite disheveled, if not homeless and jobless. I didn't want to attract their attention so I walked quickly with my head down.
When I reached the booth at the end of the hall, I stepped inside and locked the door. I looked down at the wall -- there it was, the gloryhole, about two inches wide and fairly smooth-edged. It was about three or four inches below my crotch, I realized, and I would have to bend my knees a bit if I decided to put my penis in the hole.
I put all of my tokens in the machine and found a video I wanted to watch, a really hot amateur lesbian video. I took my cock out and started to stroke it. Within minutes I heard the door in the booth next to me close. Through the glory hole, I saw the light of the video machine come on, and a few seconds after that a huge-seeming cock poked through the hole. It was reddish-pink, about seven or eight inches long, very smooth, with a small urethral opening.
I actually smiled to myself as I stood up and moved to the gloryhole. I reached down and held that huge cock in my left hand while my right hand continued stroking my cock. I bent my knees a bit and rubbed my cock against the one belonging to the stranger in the next room. It felt great. It felt great just to hold that massive, warm thing in my hand. I sat back down on the small stool in my booth and jerked myself off while I played with that big cock.
After about a minute of this, the other guy abruptly pulled his cock back through the hole. I was a little disappointed, but I continued to watch my video and jerk off. Then the guy stuck his cock through the hole again. I grasped it with my other hand and played with it some more, masturbating him, stroking the shaft and head. This time, only a few seconds passed before he pulled his cock away.
I was thinking that the guy was getting pretty frustrated. I knew that people expected blowjobs, not pointless groping, but I was a little scared of just plopping that unknown cock into my mouth. What if he had hepatitis, herpes, gonorrhea, syphilis, or AIDS?
Despite these fears, when the guy stuck his lovely cock through the hole a third time, I got on my knees in front of the wall and gingerly licked and kissed that big cock while checking it for scabs, lesions, sores, and other nasty stuff. Finding nothing, I decided to take it in my mouth just for a few seconds.
I leaned forward, opened my mouth and laid the smooth glans on my tongue, then pressed my face forward until I was practically kissing the wall. The cock was pushing against my throat. I closed my lips around the shaft and sucked gently for a moment, savoring the feeling of having a hot, hard cock filling up my mouth. It was a feeling I hadn't had in a long time and it was thrilling.
I moved back and forth a bit, but as soon as I took my mouth completely away, the guy pulled his cock back through the hole. After a pause, I heard his booth door slam, and then some muttering as the guy stomped down the hall. For a minute I was terrified that he would be waiting for me outside, but then I realized how absurd that was.
I sat back on my stool and kept playing with my half-erect cock, watching the videos and waiting for another person to enter the booth next to me.
Finally, someone did. I heard the tokens being dropped into the machine and I saw the glow of the video monitor through the gloryhole, but the soft light was quickly blocked by an eye peering up at me.
I tensed at first, but then realizing that this new guy was checking me out, I showed him my cock and returned his gaze. His eye moved away from the hole and his finger appeared, beckoning towards me. This was it.
I half-stood up, knees slightly bent, and guided my cock into the gloryhole, then pressed my whole body against the wall. I was immediately rewarded with the warm, wet sensation of sucking.
God, it felt great. Here I was, standing in a filthy, cramped, smelly, dark closet, shoving my most sensitive limb through a hole in the wall and trusting that the stranger on the other side would do his best to give it pleasure instead of biting it, chopping it off with a knife, or infecting it with some awful disease. But it felt great.
Unfortunately, my nervous reservations about the situation were affecting my erection. I gently pulled my cock back through the hole and masturbated until I was fully erect again, then presented the friendly stranger with my cock to suck. Again, he enveloped it in his mouth, and I closed my eyes and sighed with pleasure.
But I began to lose my erection again, so I had to prime my pump one more time. I rubbed and pulled my balls while I jacked off, staring intently at whatever was on the video screen with my mouth hanging open. I thought the guy next door would be staring at me, but whenever I glanced down at the gloryhole I only saw his finger, slowly twisting around the edges of the hole, beckoning (or begging?) my cock to return to his mouth.
I jacked off to the point where I knew I would cum soon and I quickly shoved my cock through the hole. As he returned to his sucking, I thrust my hips back and forth, wishing that I could hold his head and shoulders and just fuck his face.
Finally I ejaculated -- pretty weakly, I thought. I could feel it dribbling (instead of shooting) into the other guy's mouth, and as soon as I felt that I was done, I pulled my cock back through the hole, stuffed it in my pants and fled the premises. I didn't see the other guy whose cock I'd fooled with, nor did I bump into the guy who had just sucked me (how would I have known what he looked like, anyway?).
On the way home I decided that I had enjoyed playing with the first guy's cock more than I had enjoyed my anonymous blowjob. Maybe it was because the second guy wasn't very good at it, or maybe it was because it was my first time and I was nervous, but whatever the case was, I hadn't enjoyed cumming in his mouth as much as I thought I would.
Don't get me wrong; I did like it a lot. In fact, I'm going back to the same place tonight. But I'll probably suck a few cocks in addition to having someone else suck mine too. Better still, I hope I'll see some guy close to my age who I can somehow wordlessly invite into my booth (I haven't gotten the hang of all the video booth etiquette and language yet). I'll suck him, then he'll suck me, and we'll both leave in separate cars, never knowing each other's names but never forgetting each other's faces.