Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2000 22:02:17 PST
From: silent killer <kyoushuman@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Story of Glory (mm, Mm, MM, gloryhole)

I was twelve when my friend Kevin showed me the glory hole in the public
park's  restroom. He dropped his pants, briefly displaying his fuzzy
erection, then stepped up to the cold stone wall and inserted himself
through the small hole. The hole was meant for average-sized adults, so he
had to kind of stand on his tiptoes to fit his penis inside.
After a few seconds, he turned away. "There's no one back there, dude,"
Kevin explained, pulling up his pants. "But sometimes you can come here and
get your dick sucked."
I resolved to come back as soon as possible by myself.
Later that night I told my parents I was going to take the dog for a walk. I
trembled for the entire half-mile stroll. When I got to the park, I tied the
dog to a nearby fence and then entered the men's restroom.
There was someone in the last stall, which was where the hole was located. I
waited in the first stall until I heard the other guy exit his stall, wash
his hands and leave. Then I dashed down to the last stall, locked the door,
yanked my pants down and pushed my little dick through the glory hole.
Unlike Kevin, I had very little hair on my crotch yet. My dick was like my
middle finger -- about three and a half inches long and a little under half
an inch wide. It fit very easily into the hole along with my scrotum. Like
Kevin, I had to stand on my tiptoes.
Almost immediately I was rewarded with the feeling of a warm, wet mouth on
my penis. I had never experienced this before. I had read some porn stories
about oral sex, but even so, this was unexpected. It felt so good. I
remember closing my eyes and just sort of leaning up against that cold stone
wall while the unknown stranger behind the wall sucked my dick.
I don't know how long it was before I came (felt like an hour and an instant
at the same time) but as soon as I finished ejaculating, I pulled up my
pants and fled the restroom. I grabbed the dog and walked home, fast.

After that first time I visited the park nearly every night to have my dick
sucked. Later on in life I met other men my age who told me the same story
about another cruising spot in their area where they would go every night as
teenagers. Some of them would just nervously hang around and watch; some of
them would work up their courage over several weeks and finally get
involved; and some of them would gleefully participate every single time. I
was a gleeful participant.
The first time Kevin and I went together, we watched each other get sucked.
It was really cool and exciting to see Kevin's dripping, twitching erection
come out of that hole after he shot his load. The sight got me more excited
and I came twice as fast when it was my turn. I would have put a move on
Kevin that night except for the fact that we ran into two creepy adult men
who tried to talk to us as we were leaving.
The next time I stood there with my cock out, jacking off while Kevin got
serviced. Then I put my cock up to the whole and looked at Kevin while I got
sucked. Kevin looked back at me, smiling, and played with his limp dick
until he was hard again. Then he returned to the hole and got sucked a
second time. I took his cue and did the same.
Later that night at my house, I tried to make a joke about the glory hole by
holding up a piece of cardboard with a hole I had made in it. "Hey Kevin, I
found another hole," I said. Kevin opened his zipper and pushed his
half-hard dick through the hole, which was what I had wanted him to do. That
was the first time I sucked Kevin, and the only time we had to use the ruse
of the cardboard hole. After that I was always willing to suck him, and
sometimes he was willing to suck me.
Sometime during the summer of my thirteenth year I figured out how to break
into the storage room where the other side of the glory hole was located. It
was no big deal -- I watched one guy do it and then came back later when he
was gone to do the same thing. It was a matter of grabbing the doorknob and
pulling it up really hard to "uncatch" the lock, then yanking the door
outwards. Once you were inside you could block the door with a long piece of
wood so no one could catch you.
I was really nervous when the first big, thick, adult cock came through that
hole. I felt it and stroked it for a few minutes, then I took it into my
mouth, and the guy started cumming almost immediately. I gagged and spat,
then stood back and watched while the cock pulsed sperm onto the dirty floor
below.
I got a little more confident as time went by and was able to really take
some cocks into my mouth and throat. I got into the habit of peering out the
hole at the men who came in and I recognized several of them -- neighbors,
mostly, but once I sucked off my math teacher and also the youth minister at
my church. The teacher had a six-inch cock with an extra-bulbous head; the
youth minister's cock was very thick and about seven inches long, with a
little hair at the base of the shaft.
When the AIDS scare came down in the early 1980s, I was about seventeen. I
was ready to graduate from high school and I had been visiting the glory
hole regularly to suck and be sucked for five years. But once I heard about
this "gay cancer" that you got by being around homosexuals, I quit going to
the glory hole altogether. I had been dating girls for a while though, so I
had other sexual outlets. I didn't visit another glory hole for over ten
years.

In 1996, I took a civilian job at an Army base in my state. Imagine my
surprise and excitement when I found a big glory hole in the bathroom near
my office. I struggled to remember the etiquette as I sat there on the
toilet, but when a muscular officer came into the stall next to mine and
started playing with his hard dick, I knew what to do. I stuck my finger
through the hole and beckoned him. He stuck his big thing through the hole
and I immediately started worshipping it, really sucking hard on that huge
hard cock. It took me a while to get him to cum, but when he did I swallowed
it all.
By the time the officer left I was trembling with the thrill of it all. I
was already fantasizing about coming back the next day and spending my whole
lunch hour in here eating protein.