Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2022 10:22:12 -0400 (EDT)
From: ShortStories@PlayTime69.e4ward.com
Subject: Hole in the Wall

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			     Hole in the Wall

			      by: Playtime69


	I had just finished a talk with my dad and could not wait to get
outside to tell my friends about it. I just hoped they would want to join
in with the fun. I walked out the front door and looked down the road to
see no one. I turned and looked the other way and there they were. I saw my
best friend, Keith. He was 14 years old and would be 15 in just a few
weeks. Keith was just a month or so younger than I was at the time. I was
already 15 so it would not be long before we were both the same age again.

	Next to Keith were our other friends. They were two brothers, Frank
and Steve. They lived on the other side of me, making one friend on one
side and two on the other. Frank was the oldest at 12 and Steve was his
younger brother at only 10 years old. I soon caught up with them and told
them the news.

	"Hey guys, guess what?" I opened with.

	"Hi Stan." Steve giggled.

	"Um, you are moving away?" Keith jokingly asked.

	"No! I just talked with my dad and he has a suggestion for us." I
replied.

	Now having their attention, Frank asked, "What is it?"

	"He suggested we build a clubhouse. There are certain requirements
but they seem to be fair." I told them.

	"And, where are we going to get the wood and nails to build a
clubhouse?" Keith bluntly wondered.

	"Well, you know that lot down the street that they just cleared?" I
questioned.

	"Yeah." They all said at the same time.

	"My dad said he knows the one that is building the house
there. They told my dad that we could get anything we wanted out of the
dumpster." I said with a smile.

	Now with some hope in the situation they began to get more
involved. Frank then asked, "So what are the requirements?"

	"First, the clubhouse has to be built in my back yard close to the
woods. Second, I am the only one allowed to use the power tools. Third, my
dad has to inspect the plans and all the work we do to make sure it is
safe. Fourth, we have to keep the area neat and organized and no nails are
to be left in the yard. Fifth, your parents have to say it is alright for
you to work on the clubhouse." I answered.

	They all smiled as they told me that sounded good. We quickly went
to my back yard and picked a spot next to the woods in the corner of the
yard. The area we picked was the furthest from the house and with woods on
two sides we would have more privacy. We then went inside and began to draw
plans. When the plans were finished they all went home to get permission,
which they got without any problem. The only thing any of the parents said
was that Frank and Steve could not go into the dumpster. That was no big
deal.

	Over the course of the next month we visited the dumpster each day
after school to see what was in there we could use. My dad had looked at
our plans and had told me what to look for, which helped. When the pile of
wood had got big enough, my dad told me we could start the building
process. It took several weekends and some time after school but we finally
got the framework finished.  Next was the roof and finally the walls. We
made a door out of some smaller scraps and with the help of some hinges my
dad had we were able to hang it. The one issue we had was we were running
out of plywood and had to use one piece that had a hole in it. The hole was
about the size of a doorknob hole but other than that it was a full sized
sheet. We decided to put it on the backside of the clubhouse so it was not
so obvious. Inside we nailed a small piece of plywood over the top and then
hung a picture in front so it was not noticeable. It was nicely built
thanks to my dad and was definitely safe. It was a little smaller than we
originally wanted but we could all fit inside and still have room to move
around. There were no windows and just the one door. We were allowed to run
an extension cord out to it so we could have a fan and some lights. We then
built a table and some chairs and even a good sized bench. The bench had a
seat that would raise up. That is where we stored pillows and blankets. We
even built a book case to place some stuff on. We were all pretty proud of
what we had accomplished and by Spring Break we were given permission to
have our first meeting.

	The one thing that we did not tell my dad was on one of the last
trips to the dumpster I found a box with some girly magazines in it. I
sometimes wonder if my dad had placed them there for me to find but was
something I was not about to ask about. The magazines were to be hidden
underneath the pillows and blankets in the bench. We would sometimes get
them out and look at them while discussing how dirty they were and wondered
why they did some of the things they did. We were pretty well protected
from the real world so we really did not know much about sex.

	I had been jacking off for a couple years and was pretty good at
it. With Keith being 15 now I figured he too was pretty good with his cock
play but was something we just did not talk about. Steve was now 11 years
old so I figured he was not shooting cum yet and did not think he even knew
what to do with that piece of meat between his legs. Frank was
questionable. He was still 12 but would be 13 in only a few more months so
he might or might not have been shooting cum but did figure he knew what to
do with his dick. Then again maybe not.

	We continued to meet off and on mainly on the weekends but all the
guys knew that the clubhouse belonged to each of us so they could come over
anytime if I was there or not. We had outfitted the room with Kleenex and
paper towels for the obvious reason and even had a trash can to put the
used items in. We all took turns disposing of the trash when it was
needed. I think we all knew what was going on in the room except for maybe
Steve. We kind of gave each other some space to do what was needed.

	One day after school I was supposed to go to the doctor for a
checkup but at the last minute my appointment was cancelled. Knowing the
others were probably at home I figured I would go out and take a quick
whack. I opened the door only to be surprised that I was not the only one
with that idea. Keith was there just about ready to blow. My eyes instantly
went to his oversized hard cock as he tried to cover it up with his hands.

	"Wow! You are big!" I yelped.

	"Fuck. Close the door." Keith sternly said.

	"Sorry. Mind if I stay in or do you want me to leave?" I asked,
hoping I would get to stay and watch.

	I think we all wanted to see each other naked and probably even
wanted to watch as we jacked off. I am not sure if anyone actually wanted
to touch or play with another's dick because we just never talked about it.

	Shyly he answered, "You can stay...if I can watch you sometime."

	"Um...Ok." I quietly replied.

	I took a seat across from Keith and watched as he moved his hands
to show his massively hard dick. He took out a magazine he had been looking
at and began to stroke himself. I began to get an erection as I watched him
play with his hairy cock and balls. His dick must have been at least 6"
long and his balls were big and heavy. The longer I watched the harder I
got until I could not take it any longer. I stood up and quickly unzipped
my pants and pulled them and my underwear down all at once. I sat down and
began to stroke myself while watching Keith go after his hard log. Keith
looked up and, seeing my 5.5" thinner dick and much smaller set of balls,
smiled. It was a smile of interest and not one of making fun of my smaller
package. We continued to stoke until we both erupted with huge loads of
thick white cum. We had just barely got cleaned up and dressed when the
door was flung open and the others walked inside.

	Noticing a funny smell in the air and an unusual look on our faces,
Steve said, "So what's going on in here?"

	"We need to make some new rules. I think we need a secrete knock."
I replied.

	Not understanding why, Frank agreed. "That is a good idea. Can we
put a lock inside so when the knock is correct then we can unlock the
door?"

	"That sounds good." Keith replied.

	After some discussion we came up with a series of knocks. We had
one knock when we were alone and another if we had someone with us that was
not a part of the group. By the time school year was over we were pretty
open with jacking off both alone and with others watching. What we did not
do was to touch each other or even make it look like we were wanting to do
such a thing. I do think it was on each of our minds but we were all too
shy to ask to try.

	Summer came and from time to time someone was off on a family
vacation. It was about a month into our Summer vacation time when the
neighbor between my house and Keith's house had a guest. It was the
couple's grandson, Peter. Peter was 16 almost 17 year old and was somewhat
bigger than any of us. We saw him in the front yard one day and being a
friendly neighborhood we introduced ourselves. He told us who he was and
what he was doing there. He was going to be in town for about a week while
his folks moved from one house to another.

	We talked about the basics like what we liked to do, the sports we
played, and what classes we took in school. I told him about the clubhouse
and invited him to go see it. Peter was a friendly boy. He was shy but not
overly shy. He saw the clubhouse and commented on how nice it looked. He
walked all the way around and when he got back to the front he smiled. Not
knowing what the smile was about I asked what he was smiling about.

	"Looks like you have a 'Glory Hole.'" Peter said.

	"Glory Hole?" I questioned.

	"Yeah. Isn't that what that hole is for in the back?" I commented.

	I had him show me what he was talking about then when I saw what he
meant I explained how it was already in the wood and how we had to use the
plywood anyway. I told him how we covered it up on the inside.

	"Oh. I thought you put it in on purpose for a fuck hole. It is just
the right size and height." He told us.

	Still not knowing what he was talking about I just had to
ask. "What is a 'Glory Hole' anyway?"

	He seemed to be a little embarrassed but finally explained. "It is
a hole that a guy sticks his hard dick through. Then either a guy or girl
on the other side sucks it until he shoots his load. In some cases the one
inside will simply stroke the cock until it shoots and even sometime they
will let it be shoved into their pussy or asshole."

	"Oh. Wow. Kool." Keith happily spouted.

	Peter gave a look of discuss on his face.

	"Interesting." Frank moaned.

	Taking charge of the situation I commented. "Well this is all
boarded up and so you cannot get your cock in it anyway."

	"Would you like me to fix it for you?" Peter questioned.

	We took a vote and with a perfect score we all agreed. Peter was
off and was back in a flash. He had a hammer, a screwdriver, some screws, a
small eye hook, and a couple small hinges. He moved the picture and pulled
off the board that plugged up the hole. He put on the hinges and connected
the eye hook. He showed us how if you pulled the hook out of the eye the
board could be lowered opening up the hole to the outside. He then pulled
it back up slipped the hook back through the eye and then placed the
picture back over the top making it look just like it was.

	"Thanks but how does it work?" Frank wondered.

	"Want to see?" Peter asked with a smile on his face.

	We all told him we did. So he took Steve outside and after finding
a few bricks for Steve to stand on we heard some noises and all of a sudden
a small cock was shoved through the hole. It was Steve's semi erect
dick. It was only about 4" long and was still hairless. It began to grow
with anticipation as it began to flop up and down. Eventually it got to it
full length of about 4.5" and was pretty thin. Soon Peter came back inside
and knelt in front of the pulsating dick. He licked his lips and began to
slip the cock into his mouth. We all moaned as we could feel our own dicks
begin to grow. Peter began to suck and pump his lips back and forth on his
shaft. We could hear Steve outside moan from the pleasure. The longer Peter
worked on Steve's dick the faster he went and the louder Steve got. It took
about ten minutes and Steve began to shake and finally had a hard dry
orgasm.

	"Who wants to do me now?" Peter Asked.

	Keith said he would do it but since I was kind of the ring leader I
overruled him and I said I would be the first to give it a try. Peter went
outside and in seconds his huge hairy dick was shoved through the hole. He
measured a good 7.5" long and a hefty thickness in size. I licked my lips
and began to work it into my open mouth. Fifteen minutes of sucking and
playing caused him to have the oral satisfaction he wanted. I could feel as
he began to fuck the clubhouse, shoving his cock in and out of my hot
inviting mouth. I was awarded a few minutes later with a hot thick load of
salty sweet boy cum.

	By the time I was finished giving Peter a nice blow job I asked who
was going to do me. Keith was first to say anything. I am guessing this was
something he had wanted to do for some time. I quickly ran to the back
dropped my pants and shoved my super hard dick through the hole. There I
waited for some hot mouth to begin the process. I soon shot my load and if
it were not for knowing who it was I would never had known who's it was
that had just drank my load of cum. We each took a turn sucking each
other's cock until all our balls had been drained.

	That whole week was nothing but a huge orgy. We each sucked each
other's cock and if we were not sucking cock we were either stroking our
own cock or someone else's dick. We must had drank a gallon of cum each as
we never let a drop of cum fall to the floor from the 'Glory Hole.' Toward
the end of the week we even began to experiment with stuffing our hard
dicks into a willing asshole.

	One day just before the end of Summer vacation, I was busy pounding
my hard dick in and out of Steve's young hairless ass while I watched Keith
suck Frank's super hard dick. It was not long till both Frank and myself
blew our loads. We quickly switched position and I was butt fucked by Steve
while his brother sucked my best friend's dick.

	We were sad to see the Summer end but we were ready to look forward
to the end of each school day knowing we would have some different ways to
have an orgasm compared to what we had the previous year. We spent the next
several years getting the best use we could from the clubhouse and the
'Glory Hole.'

				  The End