Date: Tue, 2 Feb 2010 13:00:33 -0800 From: Barry Conklin Subject: Meeting Ray: The Glory Hole. Part I. I was twelve the first time I saw the glory hole. It was between two stalls in the men's room at the local mall. I walked into a stall and sat down. The stall was clean. There was some graffiti on the wall, pictures of naked women, dicks. Some of it stuck out... "Tap foot for BJ" "Be here Wednesday evening. I need head." "Welders have hotter rods." The thought of sex excited me. I'd was curious about sex, but didn't know anyone who did it. My parents where quiet on the subject. My friends and I would talk about sex though none of us had actually done it. We pretended we were more grown up by talking about fucking women or looking at stolen girly mags. This graffiti was different. It meant that sometimes men met men for sex right in this bathroom. The thought of men having sex with men excited me much more than the straight porn I'd seen with my friends. I quickly got a hard on and then felt guilty. The thought of being gay scared me. None the less, the idea was planted. I heard someone walk into the bathroom. He entered the stall next to me. I saw motion to my side. I looked over and realized there was a five inch roughly cut hole in the wall between us. The motion was the opening stall door scene through the hole. Would the man think I was a peeping Tom? That scared me so I quickly got up and left. Afterwards my thoughts returned to the graffiti and the hole. The mall wasn't close to home, so I couldn't go regularly. When I was at the mall, I'd stop by the bathroom. Sometimes when I opened the door I'd hear men rushing. Both stalls would be occupied. Sometimes both stalls would be empty. I'd enter and read over the new graffiti-- dates and times, services desired. Sometimes only one stall would be occupied. I'd work up the nerve to walk into the other stall. I'd carefully peek through the hole hoping I wouldn't be noticed. To avoid suspicion, I'd only stay a short time. When school started my parents signed me up for a youth group at a church near the mall. It was probably an excuse for my parents to get me out of the house for an evening. The youth group met every Wednesday from six to seven. My parents wouldn't pick me up until nine. This gave me a couple of hours by myself. After youth group, instead of hanging around the church, I decided to walk over to the mall. I walked into the bath room. The right stall was occupied. I walked into the left. I took a quick peek though the hole and saw the man's knees. I sat back on the toilet. I heard a tap on the floor and looked down. I saw his foot slowly and deliberately tap twice more. I remembered the graffiti. I looked around. It was still there... "Tap foot for BJ." My heart was racing. I gingerly tapped my foot. The man in the stall next to me responded with three taps of his. I tapped my foot once more. Again the man tapped his foot three times. I leaned forward to look though the hole. The man stood up and flashed his dick at me. I could see him stroking. His cock was big and hard. It had a hairy bush and balls. I couldn't stop looking. I was excited and nervous. I heard the man whisper "Suck it." That scared me. I quickly pulled up my pants and left the stall. As I left the bathroom, I looked back. The man was walking out of the stall. I caught his eyes and looked away. For the rest of the evening as I walked around the mall, the man hung out smoking a cigar and drinking a coffee on a bench near the bath room. I didn't approach him. I'd look away if I saw him look at me. He was handsome and stocky with dark hair and a trim beard. At home I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. The thought of the bearded man and his cock excited me. My fantasy's weren't much. I didn't know what men wanted. I just wanted to be with him. To touch him. To see his cock. Next week after youth group, I went back to the mall. As I walked towards the bathroom I saw the bearded man. He was sitting on the bench. I walked by and didn't look at him. I knew he was watching me. I was too nervous to enter the bathroom so I veered off and entered a nearby record store. As I walked around the records store, I was surprised how much I wanted to see the bearded man. After a few minutes I built up enough courage. I walked out of the store and back towards the bathroom. The bearded man was no longer on the bench. I hoped he was in the bathroom. As I opened the door I heard scurrying from within. Both stalls were occupied. I walked up to the urinal and I looked behind me. I could see that one of the men was looking though the slit along the side of the stall door back at me. I finished peeing and washed my hands. I looked once more at the stall doors and decided to be sneaky. I opened the bathroom door, but didn't leave. The bathroom automatically shut shut with a gentle thud. I slowly turned around and quietly inched towards the stalls. Shortly, one of the men stood up in his stall. He faced the stall wall and grabbed the top of the partition. His pants were down around his feet. I could hear slurping and thrusting. I could hear the man whisper "Slower. Deeper." I was entranced, excited and nervous and completely fixated on them. I don't know how long I stood there. Through the crack in the stall door, I could see it was the bearded man who was standing up, who had his cock in the hole. Eventually he started breathing fast and deep. He let out a quiet moan and shuddered. Then the two men stopped. There were quiet and stood still. A few moments more and the bearded man pulled up his pants and walked out of his stall. He was surprised when he saw me though he smiled and said "Very sneaky kid!" He walked by me and out the bathroom. My heart sank. I should have been the one in the stall next to him. I shouldn't have been such a coward. It was my fault that I wasn't there. I left feeling down. All week long I thought about the scene, the two men in the bath stalls. The bearded man with his cock in the hole. I wanted to see it again so badly. Maybe even participate though I wasn't sure what to do. Next week, the bearded man wasn't there when I showed up at the bathroom. Disappointed, I walked into the far stall, locked the door and sat on the toilet. Over the next hour a few men used the stall next to me for legitimate reasons. Nothing like I saw the previous week. I felt lonely. I wanted to see the bearded man. Later on a man walked into the stall next to me, he dropped his pants and sat down. After a few minutes he tapped his foot. I remembered "Tap foot for BJ." Is that what the man wanted? Was I ready for that? Could I do that? I tapped my foot. The man immediately tapped his foot again. I tapped mine again. The man stood up and stuck his dick through the hole. I was excited, but not that scared. The feeling of being horny was more powerful than my fear. I touched the cock with my hand and slowly stroked it. "Suck it!" the man said. I didn't know what to expect. I brought my lips up to the cock and gently licked it. It tasted sweaty. "Suck it in your mouth!" I paused for a moment. I opened my mouth and slowly let the cock in. What happened when men did this? Would he pee in my mouth? The man started pushing in and out. Sometimes saying things like "watch your teeth", "More tongue" or "Deeper" My jaw was starting to ache. The man started thrusting faster. In a loud whisper he said "I'm cumming!" I felt something hit the back of my throat. It scared me and I pulled away. It didn't taste bad, but I didn't know what was happening. The cock shot another burst of milky cream. Then man quickly pulled his cock out of the hole and started jerking it. I could see more of the cream ooze out of his dick. When the man finished jerking he said. "Why didn't you take it all?" He sounded angry. "I don't know" I said. "Learn to suck if your gonna hang out here." With that, the man pulled up his pants and left. I felt bad that I disappointed the man but I was excited too. Was this what the bearded man wanted? The following day at the school library I read all about male anatomy. I hid in the corner to so no one would notice that I was looking at pictures of penises. I learnt that the cream that the man shot was called seaman. It was mostly sugar, salt, water and a little sperm. That sounded safe. I read about homosexuality. It was all very technical. The encyclopedia said that homosexuals would receive the penises of other men orally and anally. Was that what I'd done? Receive a penis orally? And what did it mean to receive a penis anally? Next Wednesday, I was determined to take a man all the way. This time I wasn't nervous when I entered the stall. The cock was uncut, veiny and smelt strongly of sweat. The man entered the stall next to me. We tapped our feet. He stuck his cock through the hole, reached up and grabbed the top of the stall. He stood quiet and still. I gently licked it preparing to take it in my mouth. It tasted nice. I liked the taste of this man. I opened my mouth and sucked the cock in. I gingerly went up and down on the cock, feeling it slide over my tongue. I almost gaged a few times when the cock went too far back. I could feel something was leaking out of the cock, not big spurts, but a slow gentle trickle. I stood back and saw a thin thread of precum leaking from the tip of the cock. Was this the seamen I read about? Why wasn't it coming out in big shots?? "Don't stop! Suck!" The man growled. I took the cock back in my mouth and kept worked him for ten or fifteen minutes. He started breathing fast. He said "I'm gonna cum... I'm cumming!" In a low voice. He shot his load in my mouth. At first it made me gag, but not too much. It tasted strong and salty, not very sweet like I expected. Still, it didn't taste bad. I spat the cum into the toilet. I left the stall thinking about what I'd just done. I felt dirty, happy, scared and excited. My jaw was sore. I still wanted to see the bearded man but I very much enjoyed what I'd just done. I knew what I'd done was against the rules, but no one knew about it except me and the man. I felt like I had a secret, like I had been bad and got away with it. I liked that feeling. I returned the stall following week after youth group, The stall was peaceful and quiet. In the stall I didn't have to deal with anyone, my parents, other kids, my teachers. No one knew I was there. No one telling me what to do. I was in control. And when a cock appeared in the hole, I knew I was making the man happy. The uncut and veiny cock from the week before returned. This time I made it cum without instruction. This time I held the seamen in my mouth. It didn't taste as strong as I remembered. As the cum rolled over my tongue I wondered what would happen if I swallowed. Would I get sick? Was it OK? I slowly and carefully swallowed. It didn't make me gag. It didn't make my stomach sick. I guessed it was OK to swallow. A few men used the stall over the next hour. I was getting more bold. Instead of looking through the hole at their knees, I'd lean forward and watch their crotch. Now if a man looked back through the hole, it would be obvious that I was peaking at him. That evening they didn't look back. That night no one knew I was watching their cocks. Different cocks made me feel different. I liked watching men pee standing up because it gave me the best view of the cock. I wanted some men more than others. Some I ached for and wanted to suck. Others were just fun to look at. A man finished pissing. He shook his cock. He tugged on it. I could see it grow. I looked down, the man was tapping his food. I tapped mine. The man brought is cock to the entrance of the hole then said. "Let me see your mouth." Not sure what he was up to, I brought my mouth up to the hole. "Open wide!" As I opened my my mouth, I felt the man run the tip of his cock around my lips and over the tip of my tongue. He slowly slid his cock into my mouth, along my tongue. I pulled back when I felt I was about to gag. The man whispered "Take it deep. Please... deep." I tried going deeper. At first I'd gag. After a few attempts I found that if I relaxed my throat that it could go much deeper. I'd still cough up when his dick hit the back of my throat, but I was getting better. The more I relaxed, the farther back his cock could go. The man shot his load without telling me he was going to cum. One moment I was going up and down on him, the next my mouth was filling up with seamen. This load was sweet. Without thinking, I swallowed. This became my routine. Every Wednesday I'd spend an hour at the youth group, then off to the mall for some time in the bath stall. Some evenings were busy. My jaw would be aching at the end. Others were quiet. After winter passed and spring arrived, the quiet evenings were more rare and the busy ones busier. I grew to recognize the cocks. The veiny uncut cock showed up almost every week, but it was not the only the regular. There were at least six regular cocks that appeared at the glory hole each week. It was late April. This week as I headed towards the bathroom I saw the bearded man. He was reading a newspaper, smoking a cigar. He didn't look at me. I was excited and stopped walking. I didn't know what to do. Should I go into the bathroom? Should I stay out side and try to talk to the bearded man? The bearded man looked up at me. He nodded hello and then looked back down at his newspaper. I lingered for a few minutes more, but he didn't look up again. Unsure of myself, I walked into the bathroom. The veiny uncut cock was waiting for me as I closed the stall door. It recognized me now. We no longer tapped feet to start things off. I sucked hard on it and made it blow a big load. Next was the cock with a big mushroom head. Then there was a thin long cock that shot a very bitter load. There was a cock that bucked and thrust deep when it came. There was the cock with freckles and red public hair. I liked this cock. It was fat and had soft skin. It didn't mind if my teeth sometimes touched it. The cock came deep in my mouth. We were both still, his cock quietly pulsing in my mouth. As I slowly let the cock slide out of my mouth, I noticed we weren't alone. Someone was in the bathroom watching us. I could see him though the slit along the side of the bath stall door. I jumped back. How much had he scene? Was I going to get in trouble? I looked through the door slit. It was the bearded man. He had a big grin on his face. He grabbed his crotch and showed off his bulge. I heard the door open on the stall next to me. No sooner did the man with the freckled cock walk out, than the bearded man walked in. I looked through the hole. The bearded man turned towards me, unzipped his pants, pulled his public hair back and stuck his cock through the hole. This was it, this was what I had been longing for for so long. It was thick, but not yet hard. I licked a drop of precum from his cock head. His cock jumped. I sucked the cock into my mouth. I sucked deep and long. I watched my teeth. I let myself gag when his cock went too far back into my throat. I wanted every inch of his dick in me. When he got close to cumming I slowed down and made him last longer. After a good long while the bearded man begged me to let him cum. I quickly bobbed up and down on his dick. I could feel him get harder. Then he started shooting his cum. Shot after shot of landed in my mouth. I swallowed all of it. I looked down at his cock and licked the remaining drops from the slit. The bearded man slowly pulled back. He pulled up his pants, zipped up and buckled his belt. I saw him pull some paper and a pen from his jacket. A few moments later he stuck a note through the hole. I grabbed the note. It had his name and telephone number. His name was "Ray" No sooner had I grabbed the note than the bearded man left the stall. My heart was racing. I had his telephone number. That meant I could see him again.