Date: Fri, 3 Feb 2023 00:42:47 -0600
From: Luke M <gloryholeguy18@gmail.com>
Subject: The Gloryhole Waiting Room, part 1

The Gloryhole Waiting Room, part 1

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This is about the first time that I started sucking dick at the
gloryhole. With a line of over 15 men waiting to use the hole, and growing
each minute, I guess you could say I was thrown into the deep end of the
pool. What's more, I was being filmed doing it.

But let me give you some background. I was 18. All I could think about was
sex. From the boys in my class to my male teachers--all I could think about
was guys. And I usually fantasized was how great it would be suck their
dicks. But that never happened. I was much too scared to try anything. But
my want, even need, for it kept growing. In retrospect, I really needed
someone who could help me break out of my shell. And luckily I was soon to
meet that person.

The other thing that you need to know is the first time I learned about
glory holes. I remember I was at a mall with a group of guys. And when I
went to use the restroom, I noticed that there was a hole in the stall. You
could see right through to the other one. The mall was in a bad part of
town, and I was just so naive that I thought that maybe the place was
falling apart. Like maybe a handle had fallen off. Later on I joked about
it to one of my friends. He did not know that I was gay or might have any
interest in such a thing. However, he did know what a glory hole was. He
got this mischievous grin on his face and jokingly said, Gross dude! He
explained that the hole was for a guy to stick his dick through, and for
another guy to suck it.

I was kind of blown away by that. I had not ever heard of anything that
inventive in relation to sex. And there was something so appealing about a
perfect stranger sticking his penis through the hole, waiting for you to
pleasure it, that I couldn't stop thinking about it. That night was the
first one of many that I jerked off thinking about being on my knees in
front of a hole like that. And the more I fantasized about gloryholes, the
more elaborate the fantasy became. Like I was not just servicing one guy,
but sometimes two or three, or even a whole line of guys.

But I knew that was a ridiculous fantasy. I was way too shy. I did not go
back to that hole nor did I act on my desires for other guys. I was too
nervous about how it would be received. But later that year, about six
months later, I turned 18. I figured this was something of a turning point
for me, that it might be time for me to get out of my shell. At the same
time, I had discovered the personals section on Craigslist. I would often
get very horny just reading the message boards. So one day I was looking at
the personals, just kind of scrolling, and I saw one that caught my eye.

The title said, Looking for Glory Hole Cocksucker. As I started to read the
description, my heart beat a little bit faster. It said, I am a handsome,
50 year old guy and it has always been my fantasy to watch a younger guy
suck cock at a glory hole. So I constructed a GH on one of my
properties. It has all the amenities that both the guy servicing and the
guy being serviced might need. It is a great way for you to explore your
sexuality, especially if you are younger and this is new to you. The only
catch is that you would have to let me watch. If this interests you, please
send me a message with your picture and we can arrange a meeting.

I felt extremely nervous, even anxious. I wasn't sure about meeting an
older guy under these pretexts. However, the more I thought about it, the
more I realized it was kind of perfect. I didn't have to risk being
rejected by a guy at school. Nor did I have to try this at a public place
where I could get in trouble. And the best part was that I got to actually
try a glory hole! I had been fantasizing nonstop about them since I first
learned what one was. So I thought, What the heck. I snapped a selfie. When
I looked at it, I saw a young guy with shaggy blond hair, long eyelashes,
blue eyes, nice thick lips, and a boyish face. I sent that picture along to
the guy with the personals ad. It read: Hello, my name is Kevin. I am an
18-year-old guy and I am interested in what you proposed. If this is
serious, I would be interested in talking more. Oh, and here is a picture
just in case you want to see what I look like.

I almost instantly received a reply. The guy said that his name was Bill,
and he was hoping that we could chat on the phone. He sent his number
along. At this point I was living with my parents, but they were out for
the afternoon. And so I nervously picked up my cell phone and dialed the
numbers. It rang twice and then I heard a voice on the other end of the
line pick up. I said, Hi, umm, this is, umm, Kevin, I'm calling you about
the ad that you posted?

There was a short pause, and then the guy said, Kevin! I am so glad you
called. I had a few people say they would reach out and never heard from
them. Well, I'm actually glad that you did reach out. I thought your
picture was very cute. So let me ask you, what makes you interested in the
ad?

I swallowed deeply and then responded in a tremulous voice, Well, the ad
seemed to be just what I was looking for. Ever since I learned what a glory
hole was I wanted to try it. But I'm pretty nervous and shy. I definitely
don't want to do that in public. So I thought that your ad might be a way
for me to try it in a safe, private space.

Bill laughed and said, Good, good! That is what I am hoping to hear from a
young guy. As the conversation progressed, I realized Bill was super
friendly. He told me he had helped a few other guys learn at the hole. He
said this was perfectly normal for a young guy like me to want to
explore. What's more, I would get to learn the best techniques for
pleasuring all sorts of men, all in a safe space. He said that one way to
think about it is an educational experience. Just like you might need an
internship to learn how to become good at a job, this would be like an
internship to become good at a blowjob. He laughed and said it was good for
him too--he loved watching a young guy discover himself as a cocksucker.

He then said that he had a few questions for me. First, he wanted to know
if I was expecting just to suck one guy's penis, or several.

At this point I was becoming more excited than nervous, and more
comfortable with Bill, and I just decided to be honest. I told him I really
wanted to suck several. He said, Oh, that's good to hear Kevin, but I have
to ask, do you mean 2 or 3, or more than that? I was getting more and more
excited, and so I thought I would be a little playful: How many can you
find me? I asked. Bill didn't skip a beat: He said, Oh, I am pretty sure I
can find, let's just say, more than enough...

Then he said he had a pretty intimate question. He hoped I wouldn't be
embarrassed. But he needed to know what would happen once a guy erupted
into orgasm between my lips. You see, he said, it can take a new cocksucker
back a bit when their mouth starts to fill up with cum. And so he needed to
know, would I be willing to take it inside my mouth? And would I spit or
swallow?

That was an easy one. The idea that my mouth might fill with cum really
excited me. I said I thought that I would like a guy to jizz in my mouth,
and that I would like to swallow. It just feels like the right thing to do.

He said that was really good, that's what he wanted to hear. He told me I
should follow my intuition about that, because he bet that the more I
tasted, the more I would come to love it. The last thing he asked was,
would I like to go see the hole today? At this point I couldn't wait. He
said great, he would come pick me up if that was OK. I gave him my address
and waited by the door.

In about 20 minutes, a dark BMW pulled up outside of my house. It was late
fall, so I pulled on a sweater. My blonde mop of hair was tussled in the
wind as I opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. This man wasn't
lying, he was indeed handsome. He reached over and shook my hand and said,
Hey, Kevin, nice to meet you. And then: Wow, you are even cuter in person!
I shook his hand and we exchanged pleasantries.

But things quickly took a turn. And not in the direction that I thought
they would. He started to ask me if I had a job anywhere. I said that I
occasionally shoveled snow but had not been able to find any part time
work. I told him that I was looking forward to going to school next year,
and I was a little bit worried about how I was going to pay for it. I
started to wonder why he was asking me these questions, and it wasn't too
long before he clarified.

He said, Look Kevin. I haven't told you the whole story. Everything I told
you about the glory hole is true. Including me enjoying watching. But the
thing is that I'm not the only guy who would be watching. You see, I run a
webcam business. So I would film you on your side of the hole. And other
guys would get to enjoy watching you online. He quickly added: Now before
you say no, I just wanna let you know a little bit about the pay
structure. Basically, you will get $100 an hour. It's a better deal than
most jobs a young guy can find. And, what's more, you will be learning to
do something you love.

He looked over to see how I was taking this. And I think he must have been
impressed. Because, actually, I was taking it incredibly well. The idea
that I could get paid for doing this thing that I thought about constantly
was incredibly exciting. Sure, I was little intimidated about the sheer
number of men. And I was a little bit nervous about these videos existing
of me... But I guess in my horniness the numbers excited me. And in my
youthful naivete I thought only guys who like this stuff would be watching
anyway. So why not? I smiled at Bill and told him it didn't bother me at
all. In fact, the idea of getting paid sort of excited me more, and I could
use the cash.

He just said, Kevin, you are a truly impressive young man.

We drove for about 20 minutes, about two towns over. It was an industrial
area. There were a lot of auto mechanic shops and storage facilities. We
pulled over to a small building. He put up the emergency brake and said
that this was it. We got out and went over to a side door. Inside, it
wasn't very impressive. It was a just small room. A few monitors were set
up in a corner. In the middle of the wall opposite the door, I noticed a
hole in the wall. The hole appeared well thought out. It was about the size
of a baseball and had some leather with studs placed along the rim. There
was even a slight groove at the bottom where it looked like the guy sucking
could rest his chin. Near the hole was an armless secretarial chair and a
small table. Bill told me a take a seat and check it out. I sat in the
chair and wheeled myself up to the hole. I peered through, but the other
side was quite dark. I imagined it was unlikely that I would be able to see
much if anything of the men on the other side. Bill had that friendly
dad-like smile, and just said, You look like a natural there kid.

There was also a leather pad leaning against the wall--I figured it was one
that I could kneel on. And then there was a table to the right with some
tissues, hand sanitizer, lip balm, a strange device I did not quite
understand, and a bottle of water. I also noticed that there were three
cameras. One was to my left, aimed to film my face at the hole. The other
was a small camera on the floor beneath the hole, pointed up, and the third
was on the ceiling, pointed down. I was impressed how well-thought out this
was.

He then told me to follow him. We went around the small building to the
other side. I realized then that the small building had been partitioned in
two. And it had a door on the opposite side. He unlocked the door on that
other side and we went in. Inside, I did not immediately see a
hole. Instead, I saw some monitors and porn magazines and also several
folding plastic chairs. There was a table with snacks and bottled
water. Also a bowl of pills with the label "Viagra." He wasn't lying, it
definitely had all the amenities a guy could need.

Beyond that there seemed to be an alcove, and I followed Bill over to
it. When I looked in, I saw the leather-rimmed hole. The hole clearly
opened to the other room that we had just been in. Bill explained that in
order to keep a steady line at the hole, there had to be a waiting area. So
usually 5 to 10, sometimes even 15 guys, waited in that area. There's often
porn playing on the monitors, both straight and gay. We then walked outside
the alcove, back into the waiting area, and he showed me a sign that read,
First Come, First Cum.

He said that the waiting area is actually one of the best parts. The guys
love hearing the one ahead of them moaning and getting sucked off. It
excites them more. They are given very little information about the guy on
the other side of the hole, and often try to guess what the guy looks like
or how old he is. Sometimes they even take bets, and one of them wins when
the video is released. He said, they often cheer each other on. Now, you
might occasionally hear them call you a name you don't like, like slut or
fag. But I would just ignore it. They mean well and are just having a good
time.

I then asked how he would find these guys. He laughed again, but not in a
mean way. He said, the thing is, he knew a lot of men who wanted their
dicks sucked anonymously. Like a lot, a lot. From local ads, to a Grindr
profile, to his connections from working in this business, he could find
dozens to form a steady line. All sorts of guys would participate. It could
be dads who are dropping their kids off at soccer practice, jocks,
businessmen, college guys, construction workers--it was really all sorts of
guys who wanted their dick sucked at a glory hole. The only thing it needed
was a young cute guy who was willing to help them out.

Bill then told me that he had tried this with a couple of different
actors. And far and away, the comments from fans were that they wanted to
see a young inexperienced guy work the hole. They wanted to see dozens of
guys run an oral train on a young guy like me. So if I was ready to
pleasure a lot of men, he could make it happen, almost a steady line at the
hole for several hours at a time. And what could I say? My pants were
tight, my heart was racing, and my mouth was watering. I was so excited
that there was nothing that could stop me from giving an enthusiastic
yes. I almost hugged him I was so excited.

He then gave a few more details. Basically, we would consider this like a
job. He would drive me over and we would get started at noon the following
Saturday. He would run the invitations, ensuring a steady and seamless
line. He said that he had a few ideas to make things more creative in
future shots, but that we would focus on those when the time came. For now,
we would keep it straightforward, just an 18 year old working the
gloryhole. During the time I was working, it could be treated like a
job. There were a few rules or policies he wanted me to remember. One was
that I could take a 10 minute break here and there, but no major
breaks. Two, because it needed to be filmed, it was really important to
have a money shot. Once the guy started coming, I needed to open my mouth
as wide as I can, pull back, and let him shoot inside my mouth to fill it.

Third was what he called the open zipper policy. If a cock was sticking
through the hole, I was expected to service it. All of the guys would be
screened before the shoot, so there really was no reason not to suck
someone. And he didn't want to develop a bad reputation for the company. If
a certain penis did not look appealing, he said, think of it as a learning
experience.

And the fourth rule was the no hands policy. He said that too often guys at
the hole would get lazy, and they would start jacking the guys off. He said
that was not the purpose of the hole. I needed to work on my oral skills,
using my tongue and lips to stimulate the penis. Occasionally it was ok to
use hands, but he said he wanted that kept to a minimum.

He asked me if I thought I could agree to all of that, and I said I could
happily do it. He said great, and told me to fill out a few pieces of
paperwork.

As we were leaving, he opened his desk drawer and pulled out a book. What's
this, I asked.

He said he had a bit of homework for me to study. It was one that he
created, and the title said "Home Décor." I was confused until I
opened it, and realized the title was just to keep things discrete. The
real title of the book was "The Art of the Gloryhole Blowjob." I flipped
through it and saw several diagrams and instructions. All of the diagrams
were sketches of different dicks sticking though a hole, with arrows and
bullet points. Bill explained that this was not something I should worry
too much about at this point. But he thought it might help me to know a few
techniques before my first day. He told me to just fold it into the rest of
my studies at school, and read maybe a chapter a day.

Most of the week I couldn't sleep. All I could think about was the
hole. Pressing my face to it. Resting my chin on it. Opening my mouth to
let a stranger stick his penis in. Pulling back so that it could shoot its
load... I would often wake up in the middle of the night with what seemed
like a permanent hard-on. The idea that it wouldn't only be one stranger's
penis, but that he would leave, and then another stranger would come, and
then another stranger after that. And I had agreed to take all of them, no
matter what. The open zipper policy, as Bill called it.

During those early morning hours, I would grab the book. I was keeping it
hidden under my mattress. I would pull it out and read about a new
technique. The book was broken into chapters. The first one was Types of
Dicks. It featured long, thick, small, cut, uncut, the mushroom head, the
short and long foreskin. Each had descriptions of how to offer special
attention to that particular type, and things to watch out for. For
instance, with the thick penis, it was advised to be especially careful of
the teeth. For the uncut dick, it was advised to use the tongue to try to
pull the foreskin back.

The second chapter was How to Use Your Mouth. It had several different
techniques. I flipped to one: the twister. With this technique, you insert
the penis halfway into your mouth. Then you pull away with a slight twist
of the head while sucking. This gives a powerful sucking sensation to the
guy receiving the blowjob. It said this was particularly good for when he
appears ready to climax.

The third chapter was Cuming. I opened to one of those pages. It had a hand
drawn cock poking through a hole, a guy's mouth an inch away, and sperm
shooting into the guy's mouth. I read the description: "Often, the man
receiving the blowjob will not give warning. Instead, you will feel a warm
liquid suddenly shoot volley after volley at the back of your throat. Your
mouth will then quickly start to fill up. At this point, you should steady
the penis, pull back a few inches with mouth open as wide as possible until
he has finished ejaculating. Lick any remaining come from the head of his
cock."

The fourth chapter of the manual was Common Types of Feedback. This was
mostly about things the men would say from the other side of the hole. It
was broken into praise, critique, special requests, slurs, and swearing. I
turned to the slurs section. It read, "Remember, many men are stimulated by
calling the person performing oral sex slurs. It is important to remember
this is not criticism. Instead, it is a way for him to further stimulate
himself. Some of the slurs you can expect to be called are: Slut, fag, cum
dump, cocksucker. Often it will be used in a sentence, such as `That's it,
slut, take my cock.' The best thing to do when you receive this feedback is
to refocus on your technique."

At first I was a little overwhelmed by the information. However, the more I
studied the pages, the more I got more excited. I couldn't wait to put the
theory into practice. And the fact that I would get paid for doing this was
icing on the cake.

Finally, Saturday morning arrived. I tried to get ready. I made sure to
shave the little peach fuzz I had on my lip so that the guys wouldn't feel
any stubble. This really wasn't an issue anyway, because I barely had any
facial hair. I was almost completely hairless. But I wanted to do my best
to make my mouth as enjoyable for the guys as possible. Once I was done, I
sat down to wait for Bill to get me. My dad was working and my mom was out
all day at a baby shower, so I didn't have to worry about them.

I decided to spend a little time studying the hole again. This was the last
and shortest section. It had an image of the studded leather hole with a
detailed description under it. I skipped over the part about its size and
lighting situation. I wanted to learn more about how to use the chin
rest. It said, "Remember, if you become tired, the chinrest is there to
help you continue working. You can simply place you chin there, open your
mouth, and let the guy do the work. If keeping your jaw open for that long
becomes tiring, there is an invisible dental apparatus that you can use. It
gently and discretely keeps your jaw open wide enough to accommodate all
but the largest dicks. That way, you can literally rest your chin, with
your mouth open, and let as many men use the hole until you are ready to
resume actively sucking."

I was really curious about all of those details, and was just about to read
more, when Bill pulled up in his BMW. I slammed the book shut and stuck it
into my backpack. Bill opened the door and I slid in. He smiled and said,
Did you finish all of your homework? You know there will be a test before
you can start.

Really? I said, suddenly worried I might not be able to pass it.

He then started to laugh, and I realized he was joking. Listen kid, he
said, don't worry too much about all of that. It will start to make sense
when you are doing it. The book is just meant as a guide. And you might
even be able to add your own techniques to the book after you do it for a
while.

In almost no time we arrived at the building. When we drove by the side of
the building where the guys would go in, Bill slowed down. I noticed that
there were several cars outside. Maybe as many as 15. Another one was
pulling up and a guy got out and walked to the door of the waiting area. I
did not see his face, but he looked husky, was wearing jeans, a light
jacket, and a ball cap. He walked up to the door, looked cautiously around,
and went in.

Bill said that when the notice went out that the company would be
introducing a new star, so many guys said that they wanted to be first in
line that they had to make a que. Not every guy who wanted to come today
could get a slot. So you already got a crowd waiting for you. I could feel
my briefs getting tighter when he said this. Just think, 15 guys, all with
a hard dick, just waiting to cum in my mouth!

He said that the good news was that we weren't going to park on that side,
so I didn't have to worry about any of them seeing me. We pulled around and
parked right next to the door on the other side. The two of us walked into
the room where I would be working all afternoon. Inside there was another
guy, this one in his early 40s. He was tall and slender and had wavy dark
hair and a friendly face. Bill introduced him as Pete. Pete walked up and
gave me a firm handshake. Hi Kevin, it's a pleasure to meet you. If you
need anything today, I will be running interference between you and the
guys. So just let me know. I am going to head over there now and get your
first cock on deck.

After he left, Bill then put his hand on my shoulder and asked, how are you
feeling?

I looked at the hole and the cameras and took a deep swallow. I smiled but
I must have looked worried. He said listen, you are going to do great.
These guys are going to love you. They all know that this is the first time
that you have ever performed oral sex, and they think that's actually a
good thing. There is nothing to be worried about. They want to be the ones
to break you in and teach you how to suck dick.

I said thanks. I was really glad that I had found someone so generous who
would help me with this. I sat down in the armless secretarial chair and
took a couple of deep breaths. I looked at the few things on my table: the
bottle of water, the tissues, the chapstick. And then I also noticed what
looked like the dental guard that would prop open my mouth later. I took a
deep breath, and reached for the lip balm and smeared it on. Funny, I could
have sworn I heard someone yell, Oh yeah, he's ready to take it, from the
other side. But how would they know? I must have imagined it.

Bill pushed the button on a walkie talkie, and said, Pete, tell the first
guy to step up to the batter's box. After a few seconds, Pete responded,
he's standing at the hole.

Bill then looked at me. OK, we're ready, Kevin, the cameras are rolling.
There's already a guy on the other side. When you want to start, flip the
panel. Bill winked and then added: Kevin, good luck with that first dick.
You were meant for this.

TO BE CONTINUED...