("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Glorious Glory Holes by Spike (spike4me@hotmail) *** A guy gets used to frequenting the glory hole scene. (MM, oral) *** My fascination with glory holes and sex in the bushes probably dates back to my youth. My first sexual encounter with another male was getting a blow job in the toilet block behind the public library in my home town. The guy's hot mouth sliding up and down my meat was a revelation. I didn't know sex could be that exhilarating. I was 16 at the time. I had discovered the joys of masturbation, of course, soon after my twelfth birthday, about the same time as hair started sprouting at my groin. I whacked my pole at least once a day despite a warning from my fundamentalist Christian parents that I would go blind and all my teeth would fall out if I didn't stop. (Ma found some soiled Kleenex in the rubbish and Dad had a "man-to-man" talk with me.) For all I knew their warning might be true but my juvenile hormones would brook no resistance. The only problem was one of periodic over-use. The first such episode was after I stole a dirty girly magazine from a shop and rubbed my cock raw while looking repeatedly at the pictures. I tried to imagine my parents doing what the people in the pictures were doing but failed totally. There was no fluid in my ejaculate after about the eighth wank in that one day. I was born and raised in a small country town and the library toilet was the only town site I ever found. I could have said I was born and reared rather than raised. The head job was so remarkable that I went back the next day in hopes of a repeat. The same guy was there - he must have been a visitor or salesman - he certainly wasn't a local. He offered to repeat his servicing of my cock if he could screw my ass first. He was prepared with a tube of KY and he worked some into my tight hole, asking whether I have ever been fucked before. Unwilling to admit my virgin status, I told him yes. I don't think he believed me because he took it slow and easy, coaxing me along with the promise of delights to come. It hurt at first but he told me to relax and pretend I was trying to shit and that made it easier. Fortunately, perhaps, the guy was only average size in the weapon department unlike some of the cannons that subsequently follow the same path. The initial pain disappeared completely when he started massaging my prostate with his expanding cockhead. My cock became steel rigid and drooled pre-cum. I had to pinch my knob to keep from shooting my wade. He gradually increased his pace and the power behind his strokes until I was banging my head against the wall. At the last moment, he withdrew and shot his steaming jizz all over my backside. What amazed at the time was that he licked his cum off my ass cheeks before spinning me around and going down on my tool. The cum in his mouth lubed my passage to the depths of his throat. I almost lost control right there, but he knew what he was doing and kept me on the edge for what seemed like hours. I had never known how hard my cock could get until then. He came up for air once, totally freeing my cock from his face and he grinned at me. I couldn't believe the sausage attached to my groin was mine. It was bright cherry red and the cockhead had mushroomed to previously unimagined proportions. When he returned to his chore, he made short work of it. I felt like my guts were streaming into my balls and up my piss tube from where they exploded again and again and again, completely draining me. I never saw the guy again. Trouble was that everyone in town knew everyone else and I saw only straight locals after that. A couple of miles north of town, however, was a State Park bordering the interstate. A combination picnic area and toilet block drew a stead flow of interstate travelers. During the off-season I would ride my bike out there whenever I could. There was a glory hole between the two toilets furthest from the entrance. It was there over the next 18 months or so that I became fairly adept at cock sucking and even earned some spending money from the horny truckers who used to take their mandatory rest-stop there. The big rigs had sleeping compartments behind the cab where we could be undisturbed and no matter how boisterous the action, there was no external evidence (unlike the back of a car which rocked and caused comment a couple of times). *** After graduating from high school, I went away to college and managed to avoid visiting the parents for almost three year. College life was so different. There were lots of gay guys on campus, in the dorm and in the city. I had a ball. No-one cared what one did so long as one kept up the grade-point average. That chapter of my life is not relevant to this tale. I got a letter from Pa in early December of my Junior Year saying that Ma was sick and would like to see me. The tone of the letter led me to think she was at death's door which she wasn't by any stretch of the imagination. However, I didn't know that at the time and agreed to come home for the Christmas holiday. Ma wasn't sick at all unless she had some menopause thing. Christmas was the pits - same old shit - bible reading and when was I going to get married so they could have grandchildren. Clearly, I had no purpose in life other that begetting in the biblical sense. I was going to tell them I was gay but couldn't face up to the prospect of the response. On the Wednesday between Christmas and New Year I took off for the day to visit my college room-mate (a real hunk but unfortunately straight) in a nearby town about an hours drive north. The day was pleasant but forgettable but at least it got me away from the folks for a few hours. On my way back south I decided to stop at the interstate rest-stop where I had misspent so many hours of my youth. That was a very big mistake! There was little traffic and it was late when I pulled into the parking lot. There was only one other car and it was parked at the far end of the lot. The place appeared deserted but I decided to go inside to see if there was any interesting graffiti on the walls and maybe have a wank. (My roommate had that effect on me.) Half the lights had been vandalized giving an surreal appearance to the porcelain and scratched steel mirrors. I was pissing in the urinal when I heard a soft cough from the far end of the room. All of the cubicle doors were open so I had assumed the place was empty. I walk far enough along the row of toilet to see that someone was sitting in the last one with his hand at his crotch. My old glory hole was still present, larger that ever, so I entered the adjoining cubicle and looked through the hole. My gaze was interrupted by a sizeable shaft of hard meat and a husky voice asking me to suck it. Although I was looking to relieve the pressure in my own nuts, I was happy to oblige in the hope of reciprocity. The hole was big enough for me to fondle the ball sac attached to the base of the cock I was chewing. I finished my chore and swallowed the hot cream I milked from his horn. His cock was replaced at the hole by a pair of lips and a dripping tongue. An invitation if I ever saw one. I pulled my stiff cock from my pants and shoved it through the hole. It was greeted not by a mouth but by a hand which slowly glided along its length and rubbed my pre-cum around my cockhead. I was beginning to relax and enjoy myself, I was getting used to this... END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 48