Date: Sun, 2 Dec 2012 14:21:28 -0800 (PST) From: Gloryhole Junkie Subject: MALL BUDDIES (Pt. 1) Mall Buddies By Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE PART ONE By thirteen, Robbie had sucked off most of his dad's buddies. Of course, he didn't know that. And, fact is, only one or two of his dad's buddies knew it, too. Its what happens when glory holing. Few ever know who for certain is blowing them through that hole. And god knows that a hungry kid sure doesn't know whose cocks are all coming through that hole. He might see something of the men hitting the stall beside him, but how many thirteen-year-olds know their dad's buddies, really? Even if a kid's met one or two outside of the public toilets, he wouldn't be certain to put that together with the big, shadowy stranger unzipping for some head in the mall men's room necessarily. And while Robbie had met a couple of his dad's buddies, the incidents were fleeting at best. A couple of them he met as part of a group. They were among his dad's Men's League baseball team. But it was just another hot summer night and Robbie's mom was in the car, as was his baby sister. And all of them only had one thing on their minds - to pick up dad after a game and head to 31 Flavors for some ice cream. So Robbie, while appreciating the athletic frames of all those daddies in baseball uniforms, wasn't quite thinking all that much about who was who as his dad quickly introduced his family to a couple of his teammates. Little did Robbie know, though, that within just a month's time, he'd have each of those buddies of his dad screwing and ejaculating deep inside his throat. But then, again, neither of those men knew that the fresh-faced kid they met briefly in the ball park parking lot one night would be the communal cum dump at the local mall gloryhole. Even as each man, on separate occasions, hit that john, notorious for its gloryhole, they had no clue the kid sucking was the son of their teammate and buddy, Thom. But then, they didn't much care. They were just trade. They weren't men to make a date night out of hitting the gloryhole to let a cocksucker slug down a load of their baby-making milk. After all, they were married men. Fathers themselves. They simply used the local gloryholes on those occasional nights when they had some free time and a need to dump'n'squirt some hot sperm into a suckling, tight throat - no strings attached. It's the secret of a lot of men, dads included. They don't always - or ever - much discuss it openly. Heck, most never admit to even much knowing what a gloryhole is let alone where to find a good one. And when a gloryhole would be mentioned, it was generally in a pseudo-humorous manner as if to tell the other trade guys that such things were whacked and wild. In fact, they'd never much mention the fact that a hole was being manned by a man or boy. Instead, they'd all joke about some slut down at the truck stop as if talking about one of the plastic bimbos on the porno Internet whom they will admit to having seen work a gloryhole. Of course, how or why a 44DD blonde chick could make her way into the men's room at the mall or the local truck plaza never came up. As straight trade talking gloryholes with other straight trade, well, you just didn't get into such "details". "Suspended disbelief", some might call it. "Political correctness" others might say. And some might simply refer to such denial as the accepted method of helping straight guys hit the holes without any need to ever acknowledge the fact that there might be the chance its another guy nursing on their big boners till spurts of hot, creamy seed are fed him. Denial never did a straight-guy conversation in the gym locker room or on bowling night with the buddies any harm. Most of them knew it was dudes sucking all those dicks at the local bookstore arcade, after all. So why would that need to go admitting to such when talking gloryholes amongst one another? And while it all would seem discussion in jest, what would really be occurring would be straight guys trading insider knowledge of where there would be a terrific gloryhole to be found. Or a jocular mention of glory holing often proved to be some horny guy's way of fishing for some tips...and street addresses...as to where one might be found. And the funny thing about it is that most of the time these straight men would be more than happy to help out or share some much guarded secret location of a gloryhole somewhere in the metro area. Of course, it would often be mentioned only as some "sight" one had seen once maybe a week or two prior. Or it might be shared with a chuckle as some "shocking" hole they'd come upon when innocently using a porn store to buy very innocent DVDs of acceptable and terribly heterosexual titles such as, "Chicks Who Swallow 500 Loads (...The Collected Works"). But they'd be giving and getting the message through such amused, manly sex conversations. While none of the men joking around would wind up admitting to ever using the gloryholes, they sure all did know where they could be found. Causing one, of course, to wonder about all those other straight jocks and dads one sees coming in and out of gloryhole booths at XXX day and night getting themselves head from friendly, unseen mouths. How did they all know where and what they did when no such male joking around in a pub or while at Denny's with his veteran buddies knew anything of gloryholes other than what they'd been sent as SPAM in their e-mail? Such mysteries, one supposes, will always remain so long as masculinity must be defended and big-hung trade has a wife and four kids. But still, most men have found that loophole around such constraints. Again, any information exchanged with a hearty chuckle or even a snickering sneer of moral outrage can lead a man - and his buddies - to hitting every gloryhole within an only mildly inconvenient detour during one's lunch hour or before heading home after work. Thom Williams was straight, married and something of a pervert. At least that's how he would identify that last part, minimalizing it as though one can be a bit of a pervert or a part-time pervert as opposed to those who are full-fledged perverts. The distinction for Thom, and it could be said of a great many of his brothers in "something of a pervert" might only be the difference between keeping one's perversions close to one's chest versus being one of those who winds up on the evening news and causing daycare centers to be shut down. Thom's perving didn't remain so much only in his head as it did simply undetected. Or undetected by most, one would have to say. For he would have to rather admit that while keeping his perversion under the radar, there were those who would be lucky enough to observe or even experience in their own course of perving about town. Because unlike some perverts who might hide in shadows merely watching the dirty sex others - and masturbating - Thom Williams was a man known to unzip while actively imposing his perverse ways upon others. In that way, it could be stated that Thom Williams was a stealthy pervert as he indulged in those thoughts and deeds which no one would have ever associated with him - unless they, too, had crossed his same perverse path. While his wife of sixteen years would never guess it nor would his siblings nor any of the members of his church, there were certain, strategic men who had witnessed Thom's perverse side. They were the other men in the sauna at the Y who joined with Thom in jacking off upon and hosing down in their cumloads some queer pig wearing what appeared to be too small a towel for his waistline. Or they'd be the other dads at the urinals along the interstate who would pop into the rest area men's room for a quick piss - and milking - while driving the family cross country to see Dollywood. Other men who knew of Thom's "something" of perversion would be whatever crowd of them happened to be at the local XXX bookstore on any particular afternoon. Sure, the dicksuckers knew Thom's little secret. They'd each sucked on his massive daddy hog of cock as he'd feed it to them through the arcade gloryholes or while standing along the back wall of the adjacent porn theater. But the other trade there in those same places, doing the same stealthy perving as he, also knew what truly made Thom Williams tick - and his knees buckle - as he'd have intense orgasms in the throats of various, strange guys. The all shared the same secret. In fact, so many men just like Thom shared that same secret that one had to wonder how and why such things ever became a necessary secret to begin with. Hell, Thom along with half of the male population of the city it seemed would hit those holes as they sought to get off fast, easily and without anybody even much asking a name. For the greater part of his life, Thom Williams was rather run-of-the-mill in his perversions. They were fleeting thoughts here and there of gangbangs involving a few dozen chaps and some dump vehicle. He saw a video in college once and started to jack off to the idea of some totally slutted out individual on his or her knees being filled orally in continuous wads of thick semen. And to Thom, the cum dump's gender barely made a difference in his masturbatory thoughts. It was just some whorebag in his mind to be used by as many ejaculating dicks as needed to get off into a single belly. But like most such thoughts, a massive gangbang such as that rather remained the fodder of jack off sessions and thoughts which passed the time as Thom would commute to work by train each morning. He would even glance around the train car he'd be in and wonder just how many other suit and tie daddies were thinking similar early morning thoughts as they all rode into the city from the lazy suburbs. His right hand would ever so subtly be stroking his massive lump of cock meat through his suit trousers, again a perving gesture he made certain to make stealthily as he would ride into Union Station. He wondered how many other men just like himself were also self-molesting in the same way, with trench coat, briefcase or morning newspaper shielding their fingers as they'd lightly drum and stroke the length of their cocks through wool or gabardine dress trousers. Its then he began to notice just how many fellow commuters would make a bee line for the men's rooms in the station the moment they disembarked the innumerable morning trains. Nothing like an early a.m. boner before heading to the office to led a man to milking himself off in one of the always occupied urinals of the public toilets down there. And that little routine got to be another of Thom Williams' addictions. There was just something extra hot about standing along a long row of such public urinals, nearly shoulder to shoulder with strings of unknown other men just like himself as they'd all stand there, cocks hanging out of their trousers. It was something far beyond anything to be identified as gay or homosexual seeing just how many men or varied ages and sorts would be there slowly milking their meat until they'd squirt and coat in their contributed semen upon the pink urinal cake before them. And sure, Thom couldn't help but notice the cocks hanging beside him and up and down the rows of urinals. Hell, for the most part few men seemed to care what other guys were looking at their meat - or admiring their throbbing boners as they'd geyser up some morning baby-making batter. In fact, it seemed that the majority of men hitting those urinals wanted other guys to see what they had hanging and how big their rock hard boners could get in the morning. Thom figured it was just "a guy thing". Something which the college commuter kids to the nearing retirement age dads all had to do after a long night of not getting much - or any - at home. And he knew that the power of a morning boner wouldn't go away until a chap did something about it. In time, a cursory glance over to the dicks on either side of him at the urinals became increasingly a more and more open show of erections. And those displays of bouncing erections increasing led to a hand here and there moving in to take big, fistful grasps of Thom's handsome length of thick schlong. And Thom Williams would let the roaming hands have their fun. He'd just stand there, cock jutting out of his open zipper, as a hand would come in from the right to join another hand to his left in milking his shaft. Some mornings he would just let the two strangers - whichever tow strangers they would be that morning - jack him off. He could tell the hands would become excited as they'd sense and then feel his wide shaft thicken and pulse as he'd shoot off wads and wads of white, hot cum into the urinal before him. And that, of course, led to gathering something of an audience each morning. Increasingly, Thom became more and more exhibitionistic in his openness to let the rows of fellow commuters watch as fellow strangers would give him a daily milking before work. He'd glance around to see a dozen, sometimes a couple of dozen, other men beating off fast and furious as they'd have their eyes trained on the fists around his big, meaty shaft. And he'd hear the groans and see the orgasms of a dozen or sometimes two dozen fellow commuters each morning as they'd lose a load the moment they saw him hose down the porcelain urinal in seed. So while Thom remained firmly within his masculine heterosexual status, he did recognize that on occasion guys did what guys did when the ladies weren't looking. While he was a married and the father of three now, he didn't let any of that prevent him from having what he - and so many other men apparently - considered to be guy moments. It wasn't anything gay so much as it was what randy, healthy males with plenty of testosterone needed to do in order to balance out all of the sexual outlet and orgasm they truly needed each day - as opposed to the amount which, say, a daytime show was telling the ladies that their men needed. And in the public toilets or the XXX arcade it could be stated for the record that most men don't need a whole lot of cuddling in order to get into the mood to screw'n'seed another person. That would work at home when earning points with the little lady. But one saw the sheer numbers of men who sure didn't require any of that as they'd stream into the gloryhole arcades at lunch hours. They'd hit a hole, unbuckle and zip in order to feed the communal mouths with about as much romance as they displayed when hitting the men's room after drinking a pitcher of beer at the sports bars. And most knew that their wives or girlfriends would never put up with such an approach at home. But then, they also knew that the throats at home were never so hot, cum-slick or hungry for floods of cum either. At first, Thom couldn't get over just how many other dudes would get off in the same unknown throat at one of those bookstore gloryholes. Hell. It seemed that most even sought such out - a community-use cum dump of a suck hole. He'd chuckle to himself as he'd watch a revolving door of fellow trade all hit the same booth as to screw the same insatiable mouth which seemed to be glued to the gloryhole for the entire work crowd come noontime or after-5. So Thom, like the rest of the trade who buzzed around such places rather got into the habit of supplementing his sex life at home with blowjobs from unknown dudes blowing guys left and right through holes in a wall. It was a service, Thom figured. A servicing, some might say. But apparently he wasn't the only guy who needed such - and sometimes on a daily basis. There was something addictive to just being able to step into some sticky, dimly-lit stall or booth and see a hungry tongue at a hole already wagging for another feeding. Perhaps it was the depravity of knowing that some completely anonymous dude was so hungry and willing to have cocks screw loads down his throat all day which made the gloryholes so addictive. But Thom also rather had to admit that a fella can just get into the habit of getting himself the easy blowjob at such places - and whenever he needed one. The sucking mouths were on duty at such places `round the clock, it seemed. The ease of simply needing to show up and unzip one's trousers for a blowjob sure beat the sexual frustrations some other guys suffered as they worked angles to get chicks, even their own wives, to part their lips for a big dick screwing. And when on the job at one in the afternoon, what wife - even a fellatio-bent one - is around to take that lunchtime load? One could see so clearly at such gloryhole places just how many guys need some relief during their workday. Busting a nut on their lunch hour seemed nearly as vital to lots of men as did grabbing a quick burger. Thom even noticed the number of men who would seek out a quick blow on simple runs to the mall in the evenings after work or while with the wife and kids on the weekend. He had to laugh as he'd be in the public john at a nice, family-oriented department store and see guys flocking around some stall where they knew some dicksucker was on duty. Even with a wife just one floor away getting new school shoes for the kids, horny hubbies would be in that mall restroom letting some mouth suck down a load of their family batter through a gloryhole. Perhaps, that, too, was some of the addictive power of the hole. It afforded men their secret fun time as they did something so naughty right beneath the noses of everyone. And again, they'd share. While one might think some men would balk at the sight of seeing other men stroking their erections through trousers while waiting to use the gloryhole in the mall john, it always amazed Thom that most were not only cool with the idea but would often join in. There would be evenings after dinner when Thom would swing by some a department store tearoom - claiming he had to run out to a Home Depot, of course - and there would be another two, three and even six other men in there looking to get themselves some head. There was one particularly busy gloryhole in a department store at York Brook Mall, an upscale suburban shopping center only a few miles from Thom Williams' house. For quite a while it became one of Thom's favorite holes to hit. It was easy and whoever would be sucking at the moment would be kept busy since it became apparent that that same gloryhole was popular with a whole lot of men from the area all looking for the easy blowjob. Robbie Williams first began sucking cock when he was ten. Prior to that, he always had the sense that he was attracted to men. He would spend hours looking at cocks hanging out of trousers in the public johns wherever he went. In fact, he was fascinated with pubic men's rooms from the time he could first remember anything. He always had to go to the men's room in any restaurant or shop in which the family found itself. Of course, his mother thought that it was all about a kid's fascination with washing his hands and a slow, early attempt at some independence. She would let Robbie go to the men's room alone - even when he was just six or seven - when they might stop at a McDonalds after school. She figured it was simply early pangs of breaking away to let his son go off on his own for a few minutes. And he'd always return to the table with some adventure store of washing his hands or using the powerful hand air dryer in the men's room. His mother would be so busy to ask if made sure he zipped his pants and washed his hands, that it never occurred to her that, really, her little son had done neither while on his toilet safari. Instead, Robbie would go into the public men's rooms at such places simply with the hopes of seeing some men's penises hanging out of their trousers. But nothing more than some gawking happened back then. Some men let Robbie look, even, milking themselves in front of him or wagging their dicks as if to show him how big a man's penis could get to be. But nothing ever became of any of it. Until Robbie was ten. Its then that he found a porn magazine left in one of the toilet stalls when he went into the john at a mechanic's shop. After school, his mother had to swing buy to have the oil checked on the family SUV. And while in the waiting room, Robbie disappeared as he looked for the men's room. While no one was in there at that moment, he did find this cum-glued porn magazine on the floor in one of the stalls. While he had seen a lot of cocks in the flesh, he had never seen such hardcore pictures before that moment. He was so excited as he tried to flip through the magazine, frustrated a bit by the way many pages seemed to be glued together in dry splats of some sort of liquid. But he could page through enough as to see it that the magazine had a many-page spread in which a young woman along with a young man were simultaneously sucking on the most enormous erect cock sticking out at them through a hole in what appeared to be a heavily-graffitied brick wall. Robbie glanced around the stall and could see that there was, in fact, a hole in the partition wall between the mechanic shop's two stalls. It was just like the one in the pictures save for the fact it wasn't a brick wall. The hole looked to be big enough for one to pass a baseball through it. Although, even at ten, Robbie knew that men weren't using it for that. Nobody ever came into that men's room during the few minutes that Robbie was in there. But he had seen his first gloryhole. And he had seen his first porno magazine showing him precisely how such a hole was to be used. He sensed that he had more important, useful schooling within those few minutes than he had all week at his actual school. He left the dirty magazine just where he had found it. He wanted to take it home but had no way of hiding it from his mother. He was so mad that he had left his Chicago Bears logo backpack in the car. When he returned to the waiting room, his mother was preoccupied with paying the bill at one of the cashier counters. So he took the opportunity to glance around at all the men in the place - mechanics and managers alike. He wondered to which the magazine perhaps belonged. Or he wondered if maybe they all used it at one point or other during their work day. Suddenly he became every aware of each man's crotch. Robbie could see what looked to be sizeable lumps behind the zippers of a couple of men in polyester trousers and name tags stitched to their shirts. He figured that they had to use that men's room on a regular basis. How could they not know about the magazine - and that hole in the wall? It was only about a month later that Robbie had the first cock pushed between his lips. His fascination with men's rooms and merely hoping to glimpse some adult male cock meat was now replaced with his piqued curiosity about putting one in his mouth. And as is said, "Set out looking for something and you'll surely find it". All that Robbie could think about some afternoons at school was how he might find a hole in wall - and cock to suck through it - just as he'd seen in those pictures. There was no way he could return to the mechanic's shop. He didn't even quite know where it was. And he certainly couldn't have driven himself there even if he did. As though the energies of his interests were now being put out there into the universe with greater clarity, it wasn't too long before Robbie came upon yet another one of those gloryholes. This one, though, was in a much handier location for such a lad. Robbie found it in the men's room at a park just three blocks from his house. He had never much gone there other than with his mother or father when he was younger. He'd play on the swings and all that every so often if they happened to go out for a walk. But at ten, Robbie was now on his Little League team. And that park, while small, had two baseball diamonds designated by the park district as official game places. The men's room was on the opposite side of a large berm created to separate the baseball fields and their noise from the rest of the park and a few surrounding homes. One couldn't even see that there was a brick men's room in the park when one would park in the lot at the baseball diamonds. It was hidden behind the berm which was strategically planted densely in large evergreen trees. There was a pathway over the berm but for the most part, the Little League teams simply played their dinner hour games and then were shuttled off by parents immediately afterwards. Robbie wandered into that men's room all on his own on a quiet day after school. While his mother was scrap booking, she told him to go outside and play. And so, "play" he did. Robbie didn't even have to bother with his bike as he went for a late-Spring walk over to the park. If nothing else, maybe he could catch a glimpse of a man's penis or even find another porn magazine in there. What he instead found though that day in that men's room was a very horny college-aged youth stroking an absolutely huge cock as he stood at the urinals. The entire park was empty and quiet except for this tall, lanky guy who Robbie guessed to be at least eighteen or twenty. The guy was in full running gear and just standing there openly stroking his length of cock. At first, Robbie didn't quite know how to do or how to react. Although he had encountered several men over the years who let him look, he had never before encountered one who quite so brazenly displayed his erect cock while stroking off as was this college-age guy. Being ten, Robbie had a fleeting moment of feeling like running out the door. Weirdly, he felt he had somehow intruded upon a strange grown up's masturbation by entering the men's room. He blushed and felt heat rush up his neck as his heart pounded. But then, the other part of Robbie remained fixated on the sight before him. The guy at the urinals looked like so many guys on television. Or like some athlete he had seen while watching the Olympics. And the young man sure didn't seem to mind someone seeing him jerking off that way. After all, he didn't stop even for a moment. He didn't even try to hide or block the view of his extra long cock from anyone who might have come in. Still, Robbie didn't quite know what to do. He was a bit too shy or shocked to wander straight up to one of the other two available urinals beside this college man. And yet, he didn't want to fly out of the place, missing an opportunity to witness a grown man so flagrantly masturbating right in front of him - and for him, it seemed. Looking about, Robbie first went to the sinks. Like he had done since he was real little, he pretended to be washing his hands while, the whole while, looking to his left at the man milking a fist along his enormous length of erect cock. The college guy groaned and moaned some but never said a word as just continued to jerk off while looking at Robbie looking back at him. He would let his knees buckle some, bringing his lanky 6-foot, four-inch frame down to six feet, as though he were super excited and about to blast off a load of cum. But he would then stop and let go of his shaft as if wanting Robbie to have a full, unobstructed view of its impressive length and girth. In fact, Robbie didn't even know that cocks could be that big. He had seen some big penises, of course. As a kid, all adult cocks appear to be enormous. But this guy's cock looked like he had one of Robbie's Little league bats sticking straight out from his crotch. The college guy even made his dick flex and bounce a bit - without ever once touching it. It was as if he were showing off what he had for Robbie's amusement and pleasure. While it seemed so obvious that the guy was looking for something, Robbie still didn't have the courage or experience at that age to go right up to him. But he couldn't continue to just stand there washing his hands either. Again, Robbie glanced around the room and realized that there were stalls tucked away and around a short corner. He would go into one of those just to catch his breath and feel his own boner through his pants before taking a second lookie-loo at the guy at the urinals. But it was in a stall only a minute before he could hear the college guy approach. Robbie had just been standing in the stall when he heard the man's voice tell him to sit down. It startled Robbie some that the college guy had actually spoken to him. He looked at him and could plainly see that the young man had not even bothered to pull up his running shorts or jockstrap beneath. He just stood there in the open doorway of Robbie's stall and again repeated, "Sit down." To be continued... By Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE Copyright 2012 Misterghj@yahoo.com DISCLAIMER: Never engage in any form of sexual activity with a minor. Let your fingers do the scrolling and NOT the fiddling about, gents! Do NOT republish or upload this story or any of its parts to any site without the author's written consent.