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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
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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!
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