Date: Wed, 16 Jun 2021 00:08:39 +0000 (UTC) From: - - Subject: (Older/younger) Shared Glory I was pretty clueless when I was younger. I didn't know how anything worked or what anything was called or where to go to make anything happen or what to do. When I was a lot younger, I had a friend who was about my age, and we did stuff together, but we had to figure it all out for ourselves. I think a lot of guys get shown what to do, sort of initiated in by somebody older. I know one guy who got a little printed pamphlet specifically about sex between guys when he was old enough from his uncle, who could tell that it would be appreciated. But me and my friend had no idea. We just tried whatever seemed interesting. I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Mine gets big like this sometimes in the morning. Does yours? Does this or that ever happen? Have you ever heard of something I heard someone say? This feels good. We made our dicks touch. We made our butts touch. We tried touching our dicks to each other's butt cheek. Anything more complicated was beyond our imagination. We never thought to put anything inside of anything or to try the specifics that everybody had agreed upon. We barely knew what would eventually happen if you touched your hard dick enough, and finally we were surprised. At first I thought it was pee. I was glad that we weren't inside that time, so I didn't have to clean it up. Then he wasn't interested anymore, at least not with me. I got my hands on magazines with naked people doing sex stuff, but I was still kind of guessing. The women were total mysteries to me, and the guys were interesting but had no hair and big muscles, and their dicks didn't look like my dick even when it was its biggest. It was all very polished and dirty. And I heard people talk about sex stuff. I heard words and phrases that I recognized but didn't really understand. But I knew that dicks were supposed to rub and poke and do stuff, and mine felt good when I rubbed it or rubbed stuff on it or rubbed it into stuff. I was jerking off maybe five times a day sometimes but barely understood what was happening. As I got older, it kind of got worse. Guys my age were getting head or giving head, and I didn't really know what that meant exactly. And they were having sex, but I didn't know if that meant just sex stuff or all-the-way sex. I was walking through some back woods trails that led by a park that wasn't used much anymore. Sometimes you can find stashed porn in places like that, or at least you could back in the day. I was exploring around and walking along roads but never saw a car drive by, and I passed a trail that led back around to a rest stop, just a parking lot and a building with Men, and I walked in. It was set up in kind of a maze of concrete and plywood and porcelain. It felt like I was trespassing, but it seemed empty. Then two guys came around a corner to leave. They didn't look at me and seemed in a hurry to go. I went into a stall to grab some toilet paper to blow my nose, and I started taking a piss first and then rolled out some thin thin paper towel that wobbled off the roll and blew my nose. Then I noticed a hole in the wall, about waist high and worn down, almost like it had been sanded down soft. It wasn't huge but pretty big, and I remember thinking how bad it was to have a hole right there of all places. You could look in and see through, and I bent my head down and looked in, and somebody was there, standing. I could only see his leg, but I didn't know that anybody else was in there. I didn't want to startle him. But he could hear me, and I figured he must've noticed the hole but maybe not. I stood up straight, minding my own business, but then got curious and looked down again, and he was getting ready to take a piss too. I remember thinking that it's still more privacy than some urinals, especially those ones that are just a big trough with no sections or little walls. Sometimes, the urinal is just on the wall next to the sink while you wash your hands, or the mirror set-up puts the urinal on view. Anyway, we're both peeing. I finish first and flick it and put it away and zip up, and I can basically just see next door through that hole. He finished too but he's just standing there facing the hole with his dick still out. I'm looking at it. I figure maybe he just noticed it. I wonder whether I should make some kind of joke about it, through the wall. I don't know who this guy is or how old he is or anything. Finally, I reach over and flush, and I figure he'll do the same. But when I step back and check that my zipper is up all the way, just about to leave, he's just standing there right up against the hole, and it's just the right height. He was just standing there with it still out. It kind of caught me by surprise again. I thought again about saying something, but it was kind of exciting to be there seeing something so private without seeing anything public like his face or knowing his name or who he was at all. I just stood there. We both just stood there. Then his one finger touched the hole, not even really poking through. And then I could tell that he was leaning down and looking through. I couldn't really see his eyes, and I was wondering if he could see up to my face. I started to look through as well but he was already standing up again, and his belt buckle clanked a little. It was so quiet otherwise; no fan sound, no people around, no cars driving by. Just some nature noises that barely echoed in off the concrete and maybe some kind of plumbing noise somewhere, water in pipes or dripping somewhere. I swear I could hear the spiders in their webs. Then he gets right up close to the hole and basically walks into it, like the tip of his dick just slowly pokes through. He didn't really even have to hold it to make it go through. It had been kind of loose and waggly but now it was getting long and full and hard and thick. Then it nodded. You know that head nod that guys do? The neck kind of yanks the head up and back for a second? His dick did that. His dick said hey. I just stared at it. It was intruding. I had seen big dicks like that before but never right up close and with nobody around it. Never real, only photos and videos. Never with me in person and right there for me to touch and one finger touched the top of the helmet head to feel the soft spongy tight skin and veiny loose skin along the long length. Mine wasn't long like that, but it was getting big and hard in my pants. I squeezed mine. I stared at his. I stopped, and then squeezed his and heard him breathe heavy, not a groan or a moan but just a big breath out because I touched him there. Then I stopped. I didn't know what to do or how to do it, and I felt anxious about doing something wrong, and I thought about the hole and maybe it's dangerous to stick your dick through that, and I touched the soft worn wood around the edge of the hole. It was smooth but firm. Then his dick came through more, all the way through, and I saw the toes of his boots under the wall. He pushed it in and slid it out, and repeated that slowly, and the bottom of his dick glided along the edge of the hole, down the length of it. He was pushing it in and pulling it out but not all the way out, showing it off, and I was so hard from seeing it. I opened my jeans up again, noisily, stepping and sliding along the dusty cement floor, and I pulled my dick out and held it. I stroked down it, still staring. I thought maybe I would jerk off while he showed off, maybe that's something guys do, like being a living porno. Maybe he liked to show his dick off. Maybe he put that hole in the wall on purpose. Watching him push his dick through the hole made me think about fucking, how guys stick their dicks in and fuck. I had honestly not even seen a video of it actually happening, only photos that got the point across. I wondered what it was like to fuck. I stepped up close and saw the open space between his dick on the side of the hole and it looked tight and soft and open. "Yeah..." he said very softly as I got closer, "yeah." And I put my hard dick up against the hole and slid it in, just like he had done. I poked it in and back out barely and then pushed in all the way, and now our dicks were side by side through the hall in the wood, and the tip of his dick was up against my leg. I heard a noise. Almost like a laugh or a sneeze. He kind of snorted. And our feet were near each other, facing, underneath the stall wall, and my body was up against the flat smooth wall that felt hard but thin under my palms and chest. Then I felt something against the tip of my dick, firm and flat and smooth, and I could somehow tell or feel that it was the palm of his hand and big and strong, and this time I let out a moan. It felt really good, and then he closed his grip around the tip and swirled the skin of his palm around it. I hadn't really touched his much, but it made me want to do what he was doing to me to him. I held the tip of his dick, and it was right up against the smooth skin under my waist but near the open flap of my jeans, so I let go and pushed my jeans lower and off of me. They were pretty tight on my legs so they didn't just fall to the ground but now my bare ass was out like I was about to get a spanking, and the air floating by felt cool and humid. It made me tingle and flex my butt, pushing in against the wall and along his hard dick. I could feel the cool air up between my legs from the back. Then I felt a weird sensation. It felt wet and sloppy on the tip of my dick. I figured that he must have licked his hand. I felt weird doing that too, but I wanted to return the favor. The feeling felt great but almost too much all at once. I gave my palm a big spitty lick and grabbed him on the very tip like a doorknob, twisting my wet palm and then gripping the side while he pushed through and then slid back, then a few times faster. Our dicks were kind of stuck in there together, not so tight that it hurt, but definitely both squeezed into something. It was like his dick was something I could fuck. Like we were both getting laid but also both doing the laying. I started thinking about how I jerk off and how other guys jerk off and how we could maybe jerk off together or maybe I'll jerk yours if you jerk mine. My friend and I had never thought of that idea. The wall between us hid him from me and me from him. It felt big and wide and flat but the hole in the middle felt soft and squishy and warm and wet. I could feel the hair around his dick through the sensitive skin that now felt hard and wet, not just from whatever he did to it but also from that sticky trickly feeling when my dick starts to pool that clear oily liquid at the tip. I didn't know what it was called then, but I had gotten really fascinated by it, trying to let it gather a lot before I shot. I pulled back from the wall a bit and looked down at his. His whole dick was kind of dark and reddened and different from mine, more grown, and the slit at the end had some of that stuff too, just like mine, and I touched it with my fingertip. His dick felt soft there but then hard underneath, and the liquid felt good to touch, and he moaned from me touching it, so I kept playing with it and rubbing the liquid around. On his side, he was doing stuff to me, blind crazy sensations and bends and grips, wrestling ourselves through that hole. I was to the left, and I guess he was too his left too, but we shifted from pumping in and out and smushing and slipping. Then my dick was front and center and top, which meant that his big hard dick was under mine and under my balls and poking between my legs. I was riding him, squeezing my thighs and feeling my dick press into his sweaty belly and his slippery hands. His dick felt so hard under me and wet. In and back, in and back, we got into a real rhythm and faster and faster until I felt his hand bang against the wall as he moaned and started coming and squirting between my legs. I wasn't close, but then that feeling that sensation of his wet release got me there, and it shot out of my tense little body and my hard dick. I was frozen and shuddering, his jizz running down my thigh. He whispered "yeah" a few times, and I felt proud from hearing his voice and his reaction to me. We stayed there squeezed tight as we melted soft. He left as I was trying to clean up, but I'm glad he did. I wouldn't know what to say. I didn't even know how a glory hole usually works. Looking back, I'm embarrassed but I think it's funny and still pretty fucking hot. If you like stories like this, I have more on here, some mine and some others' and some made up. Think about making a donation to this site. Let me know if you do.