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I had an experience long ago that still excites me when I think about
it today. It happened not long after I had gotten out of the military,
and was new to the area. I knew very few people, and none of the women
I knew were interested in going out with me. I was lonely, so to
satisfy my strong sex drive, I masturbated frequently.
 The search for materials to fuel my masturbation fantasies led me to
several adult book stores that used to be in business before the bible
thumpers drove them off. While at one of the stores one evening, I
noticed that there were guys buying tokens from a machine and going
through a door into a dark hallway toward the rear of the store. I
worked up the nerve to check out what was going on back there, and
found that there were enclosed booths for watching X-rated movies in
private.
 I had already discovered X-rated movies, at adult theaters in town.
This was before videos, and the movies were the most exciting
stimulation for my masturbation. However, masturbating in the theater,
although common, was of course illegal. I did it several times, but
the privacy allowed by the semi-dark theater was limited at best. I
could never get completely comfortable, with the fear of being seen,
or even arrested. So the discovery of the booths in the book store was
very exciting to me. I could watch the movies I wanted, and would have
the privacy to really enjoy myself as I pleased. 

The following weekend, I tried the booths out for the first time. I
found out that you could choose from many different movies in the
booths, anything from couples, group and orgy, to lesbian and gay
ones. I also found out that many of the booths had a hole cut in the
wall between the booths that would allow a person in one booth to
watch whoever was in the booth next to them. The holes were big enough
to reach through, and were just below waist high, so they could be
used for other purposes too, but I didn't realize that at the time.

At first the holes bothered me, but the thought that someone might be
watching me play with myself was exciting. That night, as I
masturbated to a movie in a booth, I noticed a guy sticking his finger
through the hole. I didn't know what he was doing, or what he wanted,
but soon he stuck his hard cock through the hole! I couldn't believe
it. As I sat there, thinking about what to do, the cock disappeared
back through the hole, to be replaced with his finger beckoning me to
come to the hole myself. I moved closer  and heard him tell me to put
my cock through the hole. 

A little personal history is in order here. Years before this, when I
was still a young teen just discovering my sexuality, I had a couple
of same sex experiences. On a couple sleep-overs with a friend, the
friend and I progressed from talking about masturbation, to touching
and playing with each other. We fondled and looked at each others cock
and balls, and tried to talk the other into "you suck me first and
then I'll suck you", but neither of us had the courage to go first. We
never got past that stage because our family moved away. 

We moved to a new city, and I made new friends. One of my new friends
was several years younger than me. One day when we were alone, putting
on our swimsuits to get in the pool, I took the chance to try
something with him. I told him that if he sucked me, I'd suck him. He
said no, because he thought that I wouldn't do it after he had. I had
heard of the "69" position, and told him about it. He eventually
agreed to try it. 

I wasn't sure either of us would really go through with it, but we got
into position and I tricked him into starting first. It felt
incredible. He sucked my cock for a few seconds, and then was almost
crying when he said that I had promised to do it too. I definitely
wanted him to suck me again, and I had promised, so I decided to do
it. Without another thought, I put his hard young dick into my mouth
and sucked. After that, we took turns sucking each other. Neither of
us was old enough to have an orgasm, but it did feel really good. For
a couple of months, we sucked each other whenever we had the chance,
until one day he refused to do it anymore. I never tried it with
anyone else, and soon all my attention was focused on girls.

The rest of my school years were pretty ordinary. I had girl friends,
and I fell in love with a wonderful girl, but things didn't work out
the way I hoped they would. I graduated from high-school and joined
the military. Eventually, at age 19, I lost my virginity to a sexy
friend of my brother's girlfriend. I had several other sexual
encounters with other women, but nothing long term. 

I was, and am, not gay. I love women, and nothing is more exciting to
me than a really hot female. But I do admit that some of my many
masturbation fantasies included reliving my same sex encounters. I
fantasized about getting, but mostly, giving oral sex to a guy. I
would jack off while sucking on a candle and imagining it was a cock,
and I even tasted my own cum.

Which brings me back to the adult book store. A guy wanted me to put
my cock through the hole in the wall. I didn't know for certain what
he would do, but was horny enough to take the risk. I stuck my cock
through the hole, and felt him feeling and stroking my hard on. It
felt great. It felt even better when he started sucking it, and it
didn't take long before I shot off in his mouth. He kept sucking until
he had swallowed every drop. I pulled up my pants and hurried out to
my car and drove home. 

I felt guilty about having sex with a guy, and swore I'd never do it
again. But many weekends, after a night of unsuccessfully trying to
pick up women in bars, I found myself heading back to the book store.
I would play with myself in a booth until a guy indicated he wanted my
cock, and I'd let him suck me off. 

After a couple of weeks of this, one night things went differently. I
went in a booth and started a movie. I could tell there was a guy in
the next booth, so I opened my pants and began playing with my cock. I
watched the hole, looking for a sign that the guy in the next booth
was interested, and saw movement as he looked in at me. But he didn't
stick his finger through the hole, which I had learned was the
accepted sign for someone wanting to give oral sex. Instead, he just
sat back, opened his pants, and started stroking his cock. 

He was a white guy about my age, and was average in height and weight.
I could see his cock was beginning to get hard, and was longer than
mine. He was looking toward the hole I was watching him through, and I
knew he could tell I was checking him out. I wondered what he was
thinking, and whether or not he thought I was looking to give oral
sex. What I was really thinking was how to turn it around and have him
give it to me.

I sat back to show him my cock again. I stroked my cock as I watched
the movie and watched for him to signal me with his finger. I could
see light from his movie through the hole, and when it darkened, I
knew he was at the hole. I expected to see his finger, but was
surprised when his cock appeared instead. It was hard, and looked to
be almost seven inches long. I thought that maybe if I jacked him off
a little, it would excite him enough to suck me. I hesitated, then
slowly reached up and wrapped my hand around it.

My heart was pounding with excitement at the thought that I was
touching another man's dick. His cock was hard, but the skin was soft
at the same time. It was smooth and warm in my hand. I squeezed it
gently, and rubbed my thumb across the soft head to see how it felt. I
had never even seen another guy's cock close up, much less felt one,
so I wanted to take it all in. I jacked it up and down gently,
marveling how different it felt than when I was jacking my own. Then,
thinking that maybe this would be enough, I released his cock and
waited for him to withdraw from the hole.

He waited a long thirty seconds before finally pulling his cock back.
I had been stroking my own dick, which was very hard. When the hole
was empty, I stood up and put my cock through for him. 

After a moment, I felt him grasp my hard-on, and briskly jack it back
and forth. It felt good, but before I could begin to really enjoy it,
he stopped. I wanted him to put it in his mouth next, but nothing
happened. I waited for him to continue, with anything, but finally
gave up and stepped back from the wall, thinking that this wasn't
working. Before I could figure out what to do next, his big dick
appeared once again.

My aim was to get this guy to give me head, but maybe he didn't
realize what I wanted. The thought occurred to me that maybe it was a
"you suck me and I'll suck you" thing. Maybe if I let him know what I
wanted, he'd comply. If I could get him to think I'd suck him after he
sucked me, it would work out the way I wanted it to. I needed to let
him know I'd do it.

I knelt down in front of his erect cock, sticking out like a trophy
from the wall. I touched the hard shaft, and played with it a little.
I leaned closer, to let him feel my hot breath on it, to let him know
that I could give him pleasure if he'd do the same for me. His dick
was inches away from my face, but I was not sure if he could feel how
close my mouth was to his cock. There was only one sure way to let him
know. I'd have to actually put it in my mouth. That way he'd know that
if he did me first, I'd suck him too. 

Leaning closer, I stuck my tongue out and touched the spongy head.
There was no distinct taste, but the excitement of the moment was
incredible. I had actually touched a man's cock with my tongue! I was
very hard, and was jacking off as I opened my mouth and put his big,
hard, cock inside. Wrapping my lips around the dick, I wondered at the
feeling of it lying on my tongue. Now I could smell and taste him, and
could feel it throb in my fully stuffed mouth. I gave one strong, deep
suck, and kept my lips tightly wrapped around it as I slid it back out
of my mouth. Now there could be no mistake, he knew I'd do it if he
would. 

I moved back and once more waited for him to pull out for my turn. He
didn't right away. He obviously wanted me to continue, but now it
became a matter of I did him, now he had to do me. Finally, he gave up
and moved back to let me in. Now I would get what I wanted.

I stuck my cock through the hole and waited for the feeling of him
sucking me. But same as he did the first time, he just stroked me a
little, no more than fifteen seconds or so. Then he stopped and didn't
touch me again. I waited, exasperated that he wasn't cooperating with
my plan. I had put his dick into my mouth, he was supposed to do the
same for me. He still had not touched my cock again, and finally I
gave up and withdrew. I thought that this encounter was over, and I'd
be left with just jacking myself off.

But he had a different idea. As soon as my cock was out of the hole,
he stuck his cock back through. It was harder than ever. I couldn't
believe that he expected me to do anything more, since he hadn't done
anything for me. I had put his dick into my mouth and sucked it, but I
was going to have to jerk myself off.

Then several things occurred to me all at once. One was that I had
fantasized many times about sucking a guy, and had indeed orgasmed
many times pretending to do just that. Two was that here was a big
hard cock begging to be sucked. And three was that I had already
crossed the line. I had already put this cock in my mouth and sucked
on it. And since I was going to jack off anyway, why not live my
fantasy and have a little fun? I would probably regret it if I passed
up this chance.

I knelt back down in front of this big, erect, pole. I remember
thinking that he was going to get what he wanted, a blow job. But I
had no intention of finishing the job. I was just going to suck it
while I jacked off, and as soon as I came, he was on his own. I knew
that it wouldn't take long for me to cum, as excited as I already was,
by doing the deed I'd fantasized about so many times. 

I began stroking my cock with my right hand, and held his cock with my
left. I leaned forward and took the big firm pole into my mouth. It
was so exciting! So smooth and hard, slick and hot. I immediately
began sucking it, and rubbing my tongue back and forth all over this
man's dick! I sucked it as deeply into my mouth as I could, feeling my
nose touch the pubic hair that was pressed against the outer edges of
the glory hole. Most of his cock was in my mouth and the head was down
into my throat! I bobbed up and down on it eagerly, as I jacked off
excitedly. I was loving the realization that I was actually sucking a
man's dick, not just fantasizing! I was on the verge of cumming almost
instantly, so I stopped playing with myself for a minute to prolong
the wonderful experience. 

I resumed stroking myself, and was rapidly approaching orgasm when I
was surprised by the taste of cum in my mouth. As ridiculous as it
sounds, my first thought was that I was tasting MY cum, and I thought,
"Where did that come from?" No sooner had that thought crossed my
mind, when I felt the hard, hot, cock in my mouth give a deep lurch,
and begin spraying sperm into my mouth! I was very surprised, and
incredibly excited! I swallowed once, then again, as my mouth rapidly
filled with his hot cum! The excitement of knowing this guy was
cumming in my mouth was too much, and I came too, shooting off all
over the floor and the wall beneath the hole. I could only grunt and
groan in pleasure, having the best orgasm of my life as a big dick
filled my mouth and throat with sperm! 

As my orgasm faded, and my excitement waned, I let his cock slide from
my lips. I swallowed the last of his sperm as his cock hung before my
eyes, drained of it's load. I began to feel guilty, and embarrassed,
thinking of what I'd just done. I quickly pulled up my pants, left the
booth, and drove away.

The booths with the glory holes are gone now, but I still get hot and
jack-off remembering that night. 




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