I 'm Trent, a fifteen-year-old guy who recently discovered cocksucking. Well, it’s not like I was the first one to discover it – but rather that I discovered that it was something I liked. I've been jacking off for years, thinking about women in porn or some of the girls I know, but never really getting into cocks. I admit that I was curious about cocksucking. I didn't really want to do it, but was curious about why a guy would do such a thing. It made sense to me that some guys would force others to suck them, but it was an absolute mystery why anyone would want to suck, but it seemed that a lot of guys did.

One day I was in a public restroom at the local shopping mall and noticed a round plywood circle on the stall wall, held by two screws – one at the top and one at the bottom. I was curious about this, and noticed that the top screw was loose, so I removed the screw with my fingers and the circle swung away to reveal a hole about four inches in diameter. I recognized it immediately as a glory hole. I'd seen them in online porn and should have known that was what the circle was covering. I'd read that glory holes used to be common, but have become hard to find, with so many of them being covered up, like this one. I looked through the hole and could see a couple of urinals. My stall was the first of three stalls in this men's room.

Just then I heard the men's room door open and quickly slid the circle back into place and put the top screw back in. I breathed a sigh of relief, having almost gotten caught with the hole open. I left, and didn't give it another thought. A few weeks later I went into that men's room to take a leak and could see the hole from the other side – now covered, of course. Curiosity overtook me, and after I was done I went into the stall and removed the top screw, opening the hole. I realized that I wasn't at any risk at all. If I got caught with the hole open, I could just say it was like that when I arrived.

I thought I'd just watch through the hole as a guy pissed in the urinal – at least that's all I intended. I heard the men's room door open and my heart raced. I knew this wasn't something I should be doing, but it wasn't something I could get in trouble for, so I just settled down and waited. The guy stood at the urinal closest to me and took out his cock. But before he started to piss, he moved to the next urinal – perhaps noticing me looking through the hole. I'd have to be more careful, so I don't get seen again. I watched as he pissed, unable to see anything because of the modesty screen that separated the urinals.

Then to my surprise the guy came back to the first urinal and was stroking a hard cock! I watched with interest – not wanting to do anything – just curious. Then he approached the hole and put his cock though it. I'd never seen another guy's cock that close before – just inches from my face. I didn't know what to do but felt drawn to touch it. I took it in my hand and began to stroke it, as if jacking him off. I didn't intend to take him all the way – I sure didn't want his cum squirting all over! As I stroked, he got even harder, and I kind of liked handling him.

"Suck it," I heard him say. That startled me back to reality, and I realized I was doing something very taboo, and the guy wanted me to do something even more taboo. I was about to let him go and tell him I couldn't, when I realized what an opportunity I had. Nobody else knew this was happening, and it was the perfect chance to satisfy my curiosity. I leaned my head toward the cock, opened my mouth and began to suck him.

I was completely surprised to find that it fit perfectly in my mouth and actually felt good there – like cocks and mouths were meant to be together. I moved my tongue around, exploring the shape as I heard him moan. I didn't really know what I was doing, but I knew I liked it. Urged on by the moaning, I moved my tongue around faster, and soon I was surprised to find him cumming in my mouth.

Of course, I should have expected that, but at the time I just thought I'd be doing a leisurely suck, and didn't expect a mouthful of cum! It was really strong tasting and different from anything else. I knew I'd just done something most guys would not, but actually felt a little proud of myself for having the courage to try this. I knew that cocksuckers normally swallowed, so I did, but still had a strong aftertaste in my mouth.

I left the stall, expecting to be alone in the men's room, but was surprised to see a guy standing by the sinks. He smiled at me and said, "Thanks for the blowjob – you're a great cocksucker!" I blushed red, not expecting to be caught like this, but said nothing. As we left the men's room the guy said, "Hope to catch you again sometime."

Getting caught really shook me. He called me a cocksucker, and I guess I really was. What if others found out? Especially my family? I liked sucking cock, but sure didn't want to be known as a cocksucker. I realized that the glory hole wasn't as anonymous as I thought it would be. While this bothered me the rest of the day, by morning I felt differently about it. I realized that the guy was a complete stranger, and I'd probably never see him again.

That day I went back to the mall men's room with the intention of giving more blowjobs. I got to the stall and took the top screw out, opening the hole. I waited and watched with interest as three guys in succession stood at the urinal next to me and pissed. Unfortunately none of them noticed the hole, or if they did, weren’t interested.

When the next guy arrived, I tapped on the stall wall as he pissed, so he would look and see the hole. It worked, and soon his soft cock came through the hole. I took hold of it and gave it a couple of squeezes and began to stroke it. Soon he was hard and in my mouth. I was so glad to have a cock in my mouth again and was only beginning to comprehend how much I wanted it. I moved my tongue around, and soon he came in my mouth. The taste was a little different, but similar to the other load. He pulled out and I swallowed.

That worked out really well – I was beginning to really like this glory hole. I remained there for an hour and sucked off three more guys and left. This time I didn't get caught but was no longer worried about that.

Over the next few weeks I sucked at the glory hole nearly every day. Then one day I stopped at the food court in the mall and got some lunch. As I sat eating, three guys approached me. Two were strangers, but one I recognized as the guy as the first guy I sucked – the one who caught me.

"Remember me?" he asked, "Or should I say, remember my cock?" I felt very nervous being publicly confronted like this.

"I told my friends about you and they want blowjobs from you," he said. This was very different from the privacy of the glory hole, but I wanted to do it.

"I'll meet you in the men's room," I said, but the guy said he had a better idea, and told me to come with them. I followed them to a place where a vacant store was being prepared for a new occupant. There was paper covering the windows and obvious construction going on. He opened the door and we went in.

"We shouldn't be here," I protested.

"The workers are at lunch," he said, "So get on your knees and suck us before they come back."

I realized that he was right, and dropped to my knees, eager to get on with it, both nervous and excited about this new setting. As I sucked each of the guys, I found that I liked being seen sucking. As I sucked I looked up and made eye contact with the guy I blew, and it was as if I were confirming that I was indeed his cocksucker. Two of the guys unloaded in my mouth and I swallowed. Now while sucking the third guy we were interrupted as the door opened and five construction workers entered – we were busted!

"What the hell is going on?" demanded one guy – probably the foreman.

"Sorry, we just needed some privacy," explained Jerry, the guy I knew, "But he'll do you guys if you want."

The foreman looked to his crew, and seeing approving looks, agreed. I finished sucking the third guy, and then turned to the construction crew. As I sucked each of them to completion, Jerry and his friends watched, and then led me back out to the food court.

"You're a damn good cocksucker," he said, and asked for my cell phone number so he and his friends could contact me when they needed it.

I began getting text requests for blowjobs, not only from Jerry and his friends, but from complete strangers as well. I later learned that one of Jerry's friends put my number above a couple urinals, and I was getting lots of text messages. I was a little worried that my secret was getting out, but it worked out alright.

I was a pretty busy cocksucker, and feeling really good about it. I still got to the glory hole a couple of times a week, but one day found that the entire stall wall panel had been replaced, so the hole was gone.

Every time I see a glory hole in porn, I think fondly of how I got started, and am glad I have a bunch of regulars who just want a mouth to cum in!

  To be continued . . .

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