Date: Tue, 20 Oct 2020 09:45:41 -0400
From: Dalton Avary <daltonavary@gmail.com>
Subject: Department Store Gloryhole (adult youth)

Here is the true story of my introduction to man cock as a young boy. I
was 8 years old and out Christmas shopping with my mom at a big
department store downtown. The store was very busy with shoppers pawing
through racks of toys and clothes for last minute gifts. We had been
there a while and I needed to pee. This was the 70s so my mother thought
nothing of sending me alone to the men's room by myself. "Don't dilly
dally" she told me.
When I got into the restroom, it was teeming with men and boys of all
ages. There were no open stalls or urinals so I had to wait. Hopping up
and down with my need to pee, I stood in front of the row of stalls,
looking for any movement that would indicate that someone was leaving.
But the men in the stalls didn't seem to be going anywhere. I  wondered
what could be taking so long. Especially since I didn't hear any sounds
of shitting or farting. If these men weren't going number 2, why were
they sitting on the toilets for so long?

Finally, from the stall in front of me there was some movement. I heard a
man moan "aaaaahhhhhh!" and then heard toilet paper being unspooled. "He
must have taken a really good dump," I thought to myself. I hoped the
stall wouldn't smell too bad when I got in there. Then a middle-aged guy
in a tan trenchcoat stepped out of the stall and smiled at me. "All
yours!" he said cheerfully. "Merry Christmas my young friend!"

I darted inside and pulled down my pants and underwear in a flash and
aimed my 2 inch penis at the toilet and unleashed a stream of urine. I
had barely made it! I was so engrossed in my relief that I didn't even
look at the walls of the stall. So I was very surprised to hear a man's
voice say "mmm nice!" coming from what sounded like inside my own stall.
My head whipped around to see where the voice was coming from, and that's
when I noticed the hole in the wall of the stall. It was a round hole cut
out of the wooden partition about the width of a coke can. To this day,
I'm not sure how such an obvious gloryhole was allowed to exist in a
respectable department store. About a month later I went back and it was
fixed up, so it probably hadn't been there for long. Anyway, back to the
story.

I was shocked to see the hole that allowed me to look into the next
stall, and even more shocked to see an eyeball at the hole checking out
my 8 year old dick! "Let me see it kid" the man said and I knew what he
wanted me to show him. As I finished peeing, I shook off the last drops
of pee from my penis and then turned towards the hole to give the man a
proper look at my exposed crotch. Why did I do this? I don't know. I was
fascinated by cocks even at that age and liked the idea of a full grown
man looking at mine.

As I watched him stare at my dick, I felt it start to grow and get hard.
In just a few seconds, it had expanded to its full length of 3 inches. It
did this sometimes when I was in bed thinking about the dangling cocks of
the men at the Y, where I took swimming lessons. I was naked and hard in
front of a stranger who was growling and moaning as he looked at my body.
I could see the shadow of his hand stroking his cock under the stall.
"You're a fucking hot lititle boy aren't you?" he whispered. "Do you want
to see mine too?" he asked. I whispered yes and he stood up. I put my eye
up to the hole to get a good look. His erection looked huge to my young
eyes, so much longer and thicker than my own thin boy dick. He was
stroking it furiously, which was the first time I became aware of
masturbation. Then he grunted and a burst of white goo exploded out of
the head of his cock and splashed onto the wall. I stepped back, not sure
what that stuff was. But while I watched him clean up the mess, I stroked
my own still-hard dick in the way I had seen him do. It felt great! I had
just discovered a new hobby that I would engage in daily from then on!

The guy left and after another minute of stroking, I did too. My mom
asked what had taken so long and I told her that I had indeed been
dilly-dallying like I was known to do. She pretended to be mad, but
wasn't really. We finished up our shopping and went home.

I have a few more youthful true stories if you'd like to hear about them.
Talk to me at daltonavary@gmail.com Thanks for reading and tip Nifty! I
hope you enjoyed my first story! It's true as will be any other stories I
post. I only like true stories! Send me some of your own.

Dalton