Date: Sun, 8 Mar 2009 22:23:37 -0500 From: Todd King Subject: California GloryHole part one The following is true, with names changed to protect the involved parties. If you like it, and want to hear more, send comments and/or pictures to Todd.King69@gmail.com It was the mid '80's and I was 19, fresh out of basic training and had just gotten to my first assignment. I was stationed at Fort Ord, California. This was back in the BC days (before computers), when all sex cruising had to be done in person. I heard from other soldiers that there was a glory hole in one of the small cities that surrounded the base. It was different from the usual porn shop back room booths in that it was in a warehouse in an industrial area. All you had to do was walk into the office area when the outside light was on, and either stick it right in, or wait 'til the guy ahead of you was done, and take your turn. It seemed like there were usually two or three guys waiting at any given time, though. The guy had it set up pretty cool with dim lighting, large smooth holes at three levels, handles mounted over mirrors on the wall above the holes, and two televisions on opposite walls, one playing straight porn, while the other played gay porn. There was a couch along one wall where you could sit and wait, watching one of the TVs or just watch the guys ahead of you get their nut. Also, there were a couple vending machines with candy, soda, and even cans of beer. The items in the machines were pricier than you would get at the store, but I figured they were there to help defray costs. Lastly, there was a slot in the wall next to a coat hook that was to one side of the holes labeled "Tips". I learned quickly that a five or ten dollar bill slipped in as I stepped up to the hole would result in a better performance. The one thing that wasn't visible were the two video cameras he had set up so he could see who he was blowing, and see how many guys were waiting so he knew when to close for the night. I found out about these after going there for a couple months, usually later in the evening, as I was a bit shy and didn't want to be seen by others when I went there. There were a few times I got there just to see the light blink off, which, of course would have checking my watch to see how late I could get there and still get a blowjob. I learned that he would be open for four hours or so each night during the week, with the light going off about nine, but later into the night on Friday and Saturday nights, and not usually at all on Sundays. I made a habit of stopping by two or three times a week as long as I wasn't out in the field. It was within walking distance of the gate, so it was easy to get to. It was late on a Friday night that I met the mouth behind the hole. I had fantasized about who it was, of course, picturing at times a Playboy centerfold, and other times a guy around my own age who was a total cumhound. I was reaching for the door, just as it was pushed open, and an older man was coming out, just as the outside light went out, and I heard the buzz of an electric lock. I went on in, following routine, and stepped up to the hole that was the best height for me. As I was unzipping and sticking my growing cock into the hole, a door opened and a guy who looked to be in his late 20's walked through with a broom, dustpan, and trash bag, turning up the lights. He looked over at me just as I felt a tongue flick the end of my dick. "Sorry, didn't know anyone was still here" he said as the unseen mouth kept working to get me to shoot a load. I was a bit taken aback at his relaxed attitude, and at the fact that there must be two people who had been on the other side of the hole. He went on cleaning ashtrays, and emptying the trash can. I was concentrating on the blowjob, and watching the gay porn TV, occasionally looking over at the one playing straight porn. The guy cleaning up the place moved over to the straight screen, turning it off. "You weren't watching that, were you?" he asked with a smile. "No, it's ok" I managed to stutter out, as I felt the mouth on the other side of the wall slide all the way down my cock. "Yeah, from what I've seen the times that you have been here before, you like the other TV best" he said. Seeing the puzzled look on my face, he pointed at the top of the wall over my head, where there was a small black dome mounted on the ceiling. I realized it was a camera, and looked around as much as I could with my dick in a hole in the wall. Looking at the mirror, I could see there was another dome over the door itself, which made me realize the reason for the mirrors over the hole. It was so the camera could catch the face of the person being sucked. I felt the mouth on the other side slide all the way down my cock and stay there. I had been there enough to know what that meant. I slid about halfway out of the hole and thrust back in, beginning to face fuck the anonymous person on the other side. Just as I was getting my rhythm down, I got another shock. A girl about ten years old stepped through the door, saying "Daddy, I'm gonna wait for you and David in the car. I'm kind of tired." "Ok, sweetie," he replied, "Just don't forget your homework." "I got it right here" she told him as she disappeared back through the door. Seeing my stunned look, he smiled and said "They are working on their college funds. Julia has her first two years paid for already, and David is close behind her. Once they have enough to cover college costs, I told them they can start working on buying a car. They also have paid for several vacations." I didn't know what to say to that, so I turned my attention to the TV, watching the screen while thinking about being sucked off by the blonde cutey I had just seen. With my mind on her, it took nearly no time at all for me to blow my load. As I stood there recovering, and getting my clothes back in order, a boy maybe a year younger than the girl popped his head in and said "I'm done now, daddy, and I'll wait with Julia in the car for you." "Gotcha champ," said the man, as he shook out a new bag for the trash can, "I'll just finish up here and let our friend out, and we can call it a night." "OK Daddy," the youngster replied, "and can we go to Denny's on the way home?" "Sure thing, Davie-boy, you guys have earned it tonight," he said with a wink. As I left, he handed me a card, telling me "Give me a call if you'd like to set up an appointment for a private meeting with either one of them. The rates are on the back of the card. It is something I am just starting up, but if it works out, it may be better than this business."