Date: Mon, 08 Mar 2004 17:53:42 -0600
From: MyDad's MyJohn <m_g_h_j@hotmail.com>
Subject: "GloryholeWorld" Pt 1

"GloryholeWorld"
Pt 1: Discovering a 'Hole' New World
By: Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
m_g_h_j@hotmail.com


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"GloryholeWorld"
Pt 1: Discovering a 'Hole' New World



Not too long ago, they built this huge new adult fun-center outside of town.
For years there was nothing there but desolate land surrounded by not much
more than industrial silos and oil tanks. Bu then, lo and behold, word
buzzed they were building something on a tract of that desolate land, just
three miles down the interstate from the big trucker plaza and at least
another mile east.

Most people didn't much know what it was being built. Heck, most didn't even
notice anything being built as it was in the middle of Nowheresville, even
for what was already the middle of Nowheresville.

But if you were a guy in the cruisy restroom of the trucker plaza or on a CB
radio, you'd heard rumors they were building a big strip club or some such
thing.  Gabbing on a CB channel, you'd hear the truckers laugh about what
fun times the boys would have passing through that town once it was built.
Or as one of them would be pulling up his zipper after feeding a cocksucker
through one of the three gloryholes in the trucker plaza restroom, he'd
whisper and ask the faggot if he'd be at the new place once it was built.

Then in the rainy Springtime, the place was built and open for business.
Nobody in the area would have much noticed. Those who did were the fellas
who'd usually be lined up in the trucker plaza restroom for their blowjobs
as they passed through town. The restroom action had died down. And when a
dicksucker went in expecting his usual meal of three or four cumloads, he
found himself increasingly disappointed in the restroom.

But a regular was at least nice enough to scrawl the address of the new
place built three miles down the road onto each stall wall and above every
one of the six urinals.

"SUCKING ANY COCK, NOW! GloryholeWorld, next exit north, then east 1 mi.
FEED ME!"

I first came across that message on my way home from school. I had just
turned sixteen and bought my first wreck of a car. But you needed wheels in
this town. When I was fourteen I once got a blowjob from somebody in that
restroom at the trucker plaza when my dad and I stopped there for a bite to
eat after buying some supplies at the wood supply center. As my dad drank a
second cup of coffee, I had to piss and went to the restroom. All the
urinals were occupied so I had to take a stall, where I saw my very first
gloryhole. I unzipped, the whole time some guy in the next stall was
obviously watching my every move. I was fourteen and like any
fourteen-year-old kid, I was horny like 24/7. It felt sort of cool having a
man watching me unzip, apparently hungry for my teen meat. So I let him
look.

Once I finished pissing, the guy put a finger to the hole. I didn't know
what it meant at first until he leaned closer and wagged his tongue through
the hole. Then I knew what he wanted. I looked at all the dirty graffiti and
saw some dried semen dripping on the partition, so I figured this must be
where loads of other guys got their dicks serviced.

I turned and pushed my dick through the hole, not quite sure what would
happen, but hoping it would be a blowjob. And I wasn't disappointed. Whoever
was on the other side of that gloryhole quickly put my boner in his mouth or
more accurately, down his hot throat. In like one swallow, that guy was
squeezing my dick with his throat muscles until I creamed his innards in
teen sperm. It all took like ninety seconds, it felt so cool. But I was like
thrilled. My first blowjob and I didn't even know who it was that gave it to
me. As I zipped up my jeans, I wondered who it was that was the first person
to ever have my sperm shot inside him, let alone eating it.

But I didn't stick around to find out. I was a little nervous and went back
to our table in the restaurant without even washing my hands. My dad noticed
I looked a little funny but quickly added that maybe I was getting that flu
going around. I knew it wasn't the flu that had me flustered. From where I
sat, I could see the restroom door and thought maybe I'd notice who'd given
me my very first blowjob. But two men exited at once and then another guy
and then some other man...I just couldn't tell. I had no idea which of them
might have been the one I pumped my high school frosh seed into through that
gloryhole.

In the two years since, I was back to the truck plaza with my dad about once
a month, and always after one of our picking up supplies days. And each and
every time, I got a blowjob from somebody different through one of the
gloryholes in the restroom. It got to be the same routine. We'd stop to eat
something and when my dad would be having more coffee or chatting with the
waitress, I'd excuse myself for a piss. And, of course, wind up with some
unseen lips wrapped around my high school boner as I ejaculated through a
gloryhole.

Now that I got my license, I was there almost every day after school it
seemed. The trucker plaza was huge and certainly big enough for me to go
unnoticed. I'd drive there like a maniac after the last class and be in the
place for just as long as it took to get a bj through a gloryhole - which
was usually immediately. I'd pull in at 3:30 and be out of there by 3:45
most afternoons. I was amazed there were always guys in there sucking off
any dick that came into an adjacent stall with a gloryhole. More than a few
afternoons, I'd take a stall the second some big trucker or salesman would
be emerging from it. I'd close the door, still see a mouth open to the
gloryhole and unzip. I didn't know who the cocksuckers were, or much care. I
figured they were there to service cocks, and lots of them. What did I care
if they were fags or oddballs. They were in there sucking down loads of cum
as fast as they came.

Although I never saw his face really, I did know there was one man in
particular who'd be there almost every afternoon I was there. I must have
fed him my cum fifty times without ever knowing who he was. After I'd shoot
my teen sperm in his mouth, I could tell he'd sit back on his seat and savor
it as he'd swallow. Then he'd always say a rather loud, "THANKS". I suppose
he was letting others in the restroom know they could be next or something.

One of the days I went there, the guy who worked the register in the trucker
store said hi to me as I headed to the men's room. I didn't know who he was
but had seen him working there everyday I went. He was in his mid-40s and
just another local like myself so I said hi back.

After I got my regular blowjob from somebody through one of the gloryholes,
I left the restroom and the guy at the register waved me over to him. I
thought I was in trouble. But when I approached, he turned to a girl
cleaning the soda machine and told her to watch the registers for a second.

He came around the counter and smiled as he pointed for me to follow him
outside. Standing outside, next to some newspaper kiosks and watching
motorists fill their gas tanks, he asked how I was doing. I said fine.

"Noticed you hit that john pretty regular", he said.

"Yeah?", I replied.

"Good head in there, ain't there?", he said.

"Uh?", I replied playing dumb.

"Hey, don't worry kid", the man said. "They all get some head in there. Some
drive fifty miles out of their way to get some head in there. Hell, even I
do on my breaks. Shit, some mighty fucking hungry queers hang out there all
day. One's been in there since nine this morning. Don't quite know how one
man can swill down the spunk of so many other men but as long as you're one
of them just feeding, who the fuck cares, right?"

I laughed and said, "I guess."

"Listen", the man said. "I'm quitting this joint tomorrow."

"Oh?", I said not quite knowing why this man was talking to me.

"Yeah, pay's shit, even as manager of the travel store", he said as he lit a
cigarette. "If I sell one more 64-ounce grape slushy, I think they ought to
just chop off my frickin' nuts, you know?"

"No shit", I said.

"Yeah", he said. "Besides, I got a new job, manager still but better pay and
hours and a whole lot better working environment."

"That's cool", I said.

"Yeah, whole lot better working environment", he said as he looked at me and
took a drag of his Marlboro. "Sort of like this place without the diner or
gas pumps or 64 fucking ounce grape fuckin' slushies."

I gave him a confused look.

"Like this place but with just the best part of it...those fucking hot
gloryholes."

I was really confused.

The man looked me up and down and said, "You look like a big-dicked kid. Bet
you feed 'em a huge wad in there, don't you? You don't mind me saying this,
I hope I mean, I'm straight as shit like you are, right?"

I emphatically said "Yeah, hell yeah. I ain't no queer fag."

The man said that most of the men who got relief through those gloryholes
weren't fags. Most of them were straight, just needing some good head. And,
again, who cares who's giving it as long as you don't see them anyway.

"That's the great thing 'bout this new place I'm starting at tomorrow", the
man said. "Its called GloryholeWorld...ever heard of it?"

I had just that day seen the scribbles in the stall and said, "It's written
like all over the walls in there."

The man chuckled. "Yeah, some horny-as-all-fuck dude or another in there
beat me to the advertising. But at least it will direct the guys to the new
place."

I stood looking at some old man fill the fuel tank of his 29-foot mobile
home as his old wife climbed out to stretch.

"Um, what's a GloryholeWorld?", I asked.

"Let me put it this way, kid", the man said. "Nothing but blowjobs for a
little stud like you...and nothing but blowjobs for me...and nothing but
blowjobs for like the next 15,000 men who pass through this town."

"You mean there's a place that's just gloryholes?", I said in amazement.
"Like right round here?"

"Pretty fucking much the deal, kid", the man said. "30,000 square feet of
them...well, gloryholes and two fucking dark theaters showing hardcore, I
mean really hardcore porn 24 hours a day."

My mouth must have dropped because the man laughed a little as he took
another puff of his cigarette. "Thought that might interest you." The man
then looked at my crotch, my boner making a rockhard bulge in my tight
jeans. "By the looks of you down there, you like the idea, huh?"

I laughed nervously. A man had never openly looked at my boner bulge like
that before. Any man who'd seen it was always concealed behind some hole in
the wall.

"Hey, don't let it embarrass you, kid", the man said as he shifted his body,
discreetly showing me the huge hard bulge snaking down his black slacks.
"Has the same effect on any healthy male...and that's the beauty of the
place. It'll service every horny dude's dick - doesn't matter who they are
or where they're from, they'll all get off there."

"Cool", I said.

"And fuck", he laughed. "Can you imagine the fuckin' cum sucking queers? The
one's who'll be servicing all that meat? Hell, I can guarantee you as we
speak, we won't be able to pry some away from a gloryhole."

"Maybe charge them by the hour?". I suggested jokingly.

"Yeah, you got that right, kid", the man agreed. "'Cept, we better make that
by the night...some of them fag cocksuckers can eat cum like all fuckin'
day. Can you imagine that?"

I make a gross-out expression as I replied, "No, that's like so ...ugh."

"Yeah, I think the same", the man said. "Guys shooting their spunk in your
mouth all day long? Not my thing...but good thing those sorts of gloryhole
fags love it...otherwise we wouldn't be able to squirt our loads into them,
right?"

"Yeah, I guess", I said knowing he was right. After all, without those
cocksuckers wanting strange cocks, I suppose I'd have never gotten my rocks
off so regular.

"You bet ya, kid", the man said. "So I'm going make it easy as manager for
those cum collectors to service as much as they can handle. All the better
for business since that's what the other 95% of the guy in there will be
looking for - guaranteed head and mouths at swallow their nut bag stuff."

At that point, I was really struggling with a woody as the man told me more
about GloryholeWorld. There were two dark theaters, one showing hardcore
straight gangbang porn and the other playing bareback gay porn. On the other
end, there was a huge arcade with over seventy video booths, all with
gloryholes. The ones destined to become favorites were the ones common
called "honey-combed" booths - eight booths encircling a single one. Each
booth had a gloryhole into the adjacent ones, guarantee they each had three
holes. But it was that center booth that everyone wanted. It had gloryholes
servicing all eight of those other booths surrounding it.

"Yeah", the man said. "Most days, I'm sure some fuckin' super hungry queer
will hog that center booth all afternoon - fuck, some of those cum guzzlers
can blow fifty and more of us straight dudes."

"Fifty?", I said in total amazement.

"Even heard of some who've been able to suck off upwards of two hundred in a
single day, kid...that's why some of them are so fuckin' good at what they
do.", he said.

"Wow...two hundred?", I said almost to myself finding it hard to picture one
man letting so many dicks shoot cum into his mouth.

"But then some of us straight guys - the queers call us feeders, by the way
- will also love that center booth.", the man continued to say. "I know I'll
use it when I get a break...stand in there, pants down at your boots...dick
up and ready to screw eight different gloryholes, each one with a different
tongue begging for it...I bet you'd like that one, too, aren't I right,
kid?"

The man again looked at my boner throbbing inside my jeans. "I can see you
do", he said. "Looks like you're going to have to make another pit stop
before you leave, huh? I sure know I think I need to hose some of this load
of mine into a mouth before I get back to the registers...'

I blushed although not quite sure why since this man was being so open and
forward with me. The man stomped out his cigarette as he gestured with his
head for me to go back inside with him. We darted directly past an ATM
machine into the men's room.

As we entered, two big truckers, both in plaid shirts, western belt buckles
and both over six feet three inches tall, just happened to exit two
different stalls - stalls separated from one another by a stall between
them. As the truckers washed their hands at the sinks, looking all
contented-like, the manager guy discreetly nodded for me to go into the
further stall as he slipped into the closer one.

Once inside this stall I had never been in before, I saw there was a
gloryhole as there were in the other ones. I spotted a big, thick glob of
white matter hanging on the gloryhole, obviously fresh semen and obviously
fresh out of the heavy scrotum of one of those two truckers -- the one in
the green plaid shirt. I barely had popped open the top button of my jeans
when a thick finger traced around the perimeter of the gloryhole, scooping
up all the remaining cum left by the trucker.  I wanted to see what the
queer might do with it, so I leaned close to the gloryhole, really the first
time I had the nerve or interest in doing that. I peeked through and watched
in disbelief as some man, slightly balding but not bad looking, slurped the
goo off his index finger. Although I know these gloryhole cocksuckers were
letting dudes cum in their mouths all day and night, I being one of those to
feed them right along with the rest, it was different to see one of these
fags savoring a thick glop of stuff like that.

And as I peered through the gloryhole, I saw there was yet another gloryhole
on the other side of the queer savoring the cum. And through that hole,
throbbing for service, was a really big thick dick and huge set of nuts. I
watched as the dick bounced and throbbed some more - almost demanding
attention. It was then that I realized it had to be - was - the very big
dick of the manager guy. Shit, he was into this gloryhole stuff. And
apparently he wanted us both to feed the same dicksucker; have us add even
more cum to the cocksucker's belly. As I stared through the hole, the queer
looked back at me, which made me a little nervous. I didn't much need some
dicksucking fag looking at me. I mean, they were suppose to be there just to
blow us all and eat out sperm, no questions asked, right?

As he knew I was watching, he slowly, purposely began to stroke, almost
milk, the manager's big dick. The queer then felt the man's huge nuts, which
also fit perfectly through the rather large gloryhole. Then I watched as the
fag leaned forward, still looking at me, as he started to suck on the wide,
red head of the manager's cock. As he did so, he reached to my gloryhole and
ringed his index finger around it, beckoning me to poke my dick through,
too.

I stood up and leaned toward the wall where my boner was met by several
fingers that pulled me through the gloryhole. Immediately, my high schooler
shaft was enveloped by a silky, hot mouth. The queer was sucking and licking
up and down the length of my cock.

Then the mouth disappeared but I the man's grip didn't get go of my dick.
Instead I was being milked, rather like I saw him doing to the manager. Then
the cocksucker's lips would return to my dick and swallow it whole again.
Obviously this man was going back and forth between my boner and that of the
manager. Just knowing this same mouth was servicing us both at the same
time, two fucking different strangers at the same time, made my knees
buckle. Spontaneously, my nuts fired off cum. I felt like it was shooting
ropes of semen at the queer like some firehose. He must have been sucking on
the manager when I started spewing seed because the first blast of semen
shot into the air, perhaps onto the queer's sleeve. But he quickly caught on
and a hot mouth caught the rest of my nuts' blasts. I gripped the partition
best I could as I pressed my body against the metal. My knees gave out a
little as I fed the hungry queer as much of my sperm as possible. This
second afterschool blowjob was even better than the one of twenty minutes
early.

I pulled out of the gloryhole and was curious so I leaned back to peer in.
As I did, I saw the queer, with ropy cum - my cum - all over his cheek as he
sucked on the manager's thick cock. Suddenly, as the dicksucker was licking
up and down the side of the man's shaft, I saw white stuff shoot out of the
slit. In like just thirty seconds, this queer was having another dude shoot
his stuff...and he was like eating it.

As I noticed the white stuff ejaculate, so did the dicksucker and his mouth
swooped back to the manager's corona in order to make sure the rest of the
sperm was injected directly into his mouth and into his gullet. I could see
the queer's cheeks puff a little as his mouth was flooded with even more hot
juice.

I stood up again and as I zipped by jeans, having fed yet a second mouth in
one afternoon, I wondered just how many guys had fed this same dicksucker?
Had to have been a lot. I mean, he just did two of us in like five minutes
and obviously had serviced those two big truckers just moments before
us...heck, maybe there was a need for a place called GloryholeWorld in our
town.


To be continued
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