Date: Sun, 8 Mar 2009 22:23:37 -0500
From: Todd King <todd.king69@gmail.com>
Subject: California GloryHole part one

The following is true, with names changed to protect the involved parties.
If you like it, and want to hear more, send comments and/or pictures to
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It was the mid '80's and I was 19, fresh out of basic training and had just
gotten to my first assignment. I was stationed at Fort Ord, California. This
was back in the BC days (before computers), when all sex cruising had to be
done in person. I heard from other soldiers that there was a glory hole in
one of the small cities that surrounded the base. It was different from the
usual porn shop back room booths in that it was in a warehouse in an
industrial area. All you had to do was walk into the office area when the
outside light was on, and either stick it right in, or wait 'til the guy
ahead of you was done, and take your turn. It seemed like there were usually
two or three guys waiting at any given time, though.

The guy had it set up pretty cool with dim lighting, large smooth holes at
three levels, handles mounted over mirrors on the wall above the holes, and
two televisions on opposite walls, one playing straight porn, while the
other played gay porn. There was a couch along one wall where you could sit
and wait, watching one of the TVs or just watch the guys ahead of you get
their nut. Also, there were a couple vending machines with candy, soda, and
even cans of beer. The items in the machines were pricier than you would get
at the store, but I figured they were there to help defray costs.

Lastly, there was a slot in the wall next to a coat hook that was to one
side of the holes labeled "Tips".

I learned quickly that a five or ten dollar bill slipped in as I stepped up
to the hole would result in a better performance.

The one thing that wasn't visible were the two video cameras he had set up
so he could see who he was blowing, and see how many guys were waiting so he
knew when to close for the night.

I found out about these after going there for a couple months, usually later
in the evening, as I was a bit shy and didn't want to be seen by others when
I went there.

There were a few times I got there just to see the light blink off, which,
of course would have checking my watch to see how late I could get there and
still get a blowjob. I learned that he would be open for four hours or so
each night during the week, with the light going off about nine, but later
into the night on Friday and Saturday nights, and not usually at all on
Sundays.

I made a habit of stopping by two or three times a week as long as I wasn't
out in the field.

It was within walking distance of the gate, so it was easy to get to.

It was late on a Friday night that I met the mouth behind the hole. I had
fantasized about who it was, of course, picturing at times a Playboy
centerfold, and other times a guy around my own age who was a total
cumhound.

 I was reaching for the door, just as it was pushed open, and an older man
was coming out, just as the outside light went out, and I heard the buzz of
an electric lock.

I went on in, following routine, and stepped up to the hole that was the
best height for me. As I was unzipping and sticking my growing cock into the
hole, a door opened and a guy who looked to be in his late 20's walked
through with a broom, dustpan, and trash bag, turning up the lights. He
looked over at me just as I felt a tongue flick the end of my dick.

"Sorry, didn't know anyone was still here" he said as the unseen mouth kept
working to get me to shoot a load. I was a bit taken aback at his relaxed
attitude, and at the fact that there must be two people who had been on the
other side of the hole. He went on cleaning ashtrays, and emptying the trash
can. I was concentrating on the blowjob, and watching the gay porn TV,
occasionally looking over at the one playing straight porn. The guy cleaning
up the place moved over to the straight screen, turning it off.

"You weren't watching that, were you?" he asked with a smile.

"No, it's ok" I managed to stutter out, as I felt the mouth on the other
side of the wall slide all the way down my cock.

"Yeah, from what I've seen the times that you have been here before, you
like the other TV best" he said. Seeing the puzzled look on my face, he
pointed at the top of the wall over my head, where there was a small black
dome mounted on the ceiling. I realized it was a camera, and looked around
as much as I could with my dick in a hole in the wall. Looking at the
mirror, I could see there was another dome over the door itself, which made
me realize the reason for the mirrors over the hole. It was so the camera
could catch the face of the person being sucked.

I felt the mouth on the other side slide all the way down my cock and stay
there. I had been there enough to know what that meant. I slid about halfway
out of the hole and thrust back in, beginning to face fuck the anonymous
person on the other side.

Just as I was getting my rhythm down, I got another shock. A girl about ten
years old stepped through the door, saying "Daddy, I'm gonna wait for you
and David in the car. I'm kind of tired."

"Ok, sweetie," he replied, "Just don't forget your homework."

"I got it right here" she told him as she disappeared back through the door.

Seeing my stunned look, he smiled and said "They are working on their
college funds. Julia has her first two years paid for already, and David is
close behind her. Once they have enough to cover college costs, I told them
they can start working on buying a car. They also have paid for several
vacations."

I didn't know what to say to that, so I turned my attention to the TV,
watching the screen while thinking about being sucked off by the blonde
cutey I had just seen.

With my mind on her, it took nearly no time at all for me to blow my load.

As I stood there recovering, and getting my clothes back in order, a boy
maybe a year younger than the girl popped his head in and said "I'm done
now, daddy, and I'll wait with Julia in the car for you."

"Gotcha champ," said the man, as he shook out a new bag for the trash can,
"I'll just finish up here and let our friend out, and we can call it a
night."

"OK Daddy," the youngster replied, "and can we go to Denny's on the way
home?"

"Sure thing, Davie-boy, you guys have earned it tonight," he said with a
wink.

As I left, he handed me a card, telling me "Give me a call if you'd like to
set up an appointment for a private meeting with either one of them. The
rates are on the back of the card. It is something I am just starting up,
but if it works out, it may be better than this business."