Date: Tue, 2 Feb 2010 13:00:33 -0800
From: Barry Conklin <barryconklin@gmail.com>
Subject: Meeting Ray: The Glory Hole. Part I.

I was twelve the first time I saw the glory hole. It was between two
stalls in the men's room at the local mall. I walked into a stall and sat
down. The stall was clean. There was some graffiti on the wall, pictures of
naked women, dicks. Some of it stuck out...

"Tap foot for BJ"

"Be here Wednesday evening. I need head."

"Welders have hotter rods."

The thought of sex excited me. I'd was curious about sex, but didn't know
anyone who did it.  My parents where quiet on the subject. My friends and I
would talk about sex though none of us had actually done it. We pretended
we were more grown up by talking about fucking women or looking at stolen
girly mags.

This graffiti was different. It meant that sometimes men met men for sex
right in this bathroom. The thought of men having sex with men excited me
much more than the straight porn I'd seen with my friends. I quickly got a
hard on and then felt guilty. The thought of being gay scared me. None the
less, the idea was planted.

I heard someone walk into the bathroom. He entered the stall next to me. I
saw motion to my side. I looked over and realized there was a five inch
roughly cut hole in the wall between us. The motion was the opening stall
door scene through the hole. Would the man think I was a peeping Tom? That
scared me so I quickly got up and left.

Afterwards my thoughts returned to the graffiti and the hole. The mall
wasn't close to home, so I couldn't go regularly. When I was at the mall,
I'd stop by the bathroom. Sometimes when I opened the door I'd hear men
rushing. Both stalls would be occupied.

Sometimes both stalls would be empty. I'd enter and read over the new
graffiti-- dates and times, services desired.

Sometimes only one stall would be occupied. I'd work up the nerve to walk
into the other stall. I'd carefully peek through the hole hoping I wouldn't
be noticed. To avoid suspicion, I'd only stay a short time.

When school started my parents signed me up for a youth group at a church
near the mall. It was probably an excuse for my parents to get me out of
the house for an evening. The youth group met every Wednesday from six to
seven. My parents wouldn't pick me up until nine. This gave me a couple of
hours by myself. After youth group, instead of hanging around the church, I
decided to walk over to the mall.

I walked into the bath room. The right stall was occupied. I walked into
the left. I took a quick peek though the hole and saw the man's knees. I
sat back on the toilet. I heard a tap on the floor and looked down. I saw
his foot slowly and deliberately tap twice more.

I remembered the graffiti. I looked around. It was still there... "Tap foot
for BJ." My heart was racing.

I gingerly tapped my foot. The man in the stall next to me responded with
three taps of his. I tapped my foot once more. Again the man tapped his
foot three times. I leaned forward to look though the hole. The man stood
up and flashed his dick at me. I could see him stroking. His cock was big
and hard. It had a hairy bush and balls. I couldn't stop looking. I was
excited and nervous.

I heard the man whisper "Suck it." That scared me. I quickly pulled up my
pants and left the stall.

As I left the bathroom, I looked back. The man was walking out of the
stall. I caught his eyes and looked away.

For the rest of the evening as I walked around the mall, the man hung out
smoking a cigar and drinking a coffee on a bench near the bath room. I
didn't approach him. I'd look away if I saw him look at me. He was handsome
and stocky with dark hair and a trim beard.

At home I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. The thought of the
bearded man and his cock excited me. My fantasy's weren't much. I didn't
know what men wanted. I just wanted to be with him. To touch him. To see
his cock.

Next week after youth group, I went back to the mall. As I walked towards
the bathroom I saw the bearded man. He was sitting on the bench. I walked
by and didn't look at him. I knew he was watching me. I was too nervous to
enter the bathroom so I veered off and entered a nearby record store.

As I walked around the records store, I was surprised how much I wanted to
see the bearded man. After a few minutes I built up enough courage. I
walked out of the store and back towards the bathroom. The bearded man was
no longer on the bench. I hoped he was in the bathroom. As I opened the
door I heard scurrying from within. Both stalls were occupied. I walked up
to the urinal and I looked behind me. I could see that one of the men was
looking though the slit along the side of the stall door back at me.

I finished peeing and washed my hands. I looked once more at the stall
doors and decided to be sneaky. I opened the bathroom door, but didn't
leave. The bathroom automatically shut shut with a gentle thud. I slowly
turned around and quietly inched towards the stalls.

Shortly, one of the men stood up in his stall. He faced the stall wall and
grabbed the top of the partition. His pants were down around his feet. I
could hear slurping and thrusting. I could hear the man whisper
"Slower. Deeper." I was entranced, excited and nervous and completely
fixated on them. I don't know how long I stood there. Through the crack in
the stall door, I could see it was the bearded man who was standing up, who
had his cock in the hole. Eventually he started breathing fast and deep. He
let out a quiet moan and shuddered. Then the two men stopped. There were
quiet and stood still.

A few moments more and the bearded man pulled up his pants and walked out
of his stall. He was surprised when he saw me though he smiled and said
"Very sneaky kid!" He walked by me and out the bathroom.

My heart sank. I should have been the one in the stall next to him. I
shouldn't have been such a coward. It was my fault that I wasn't there.

I left feeling down.

All week long I thought about the scene, the two men in the bath
stalls. The bearded man with his cock in the hole. I wanted to see it again
so badly. Maybe even participate though I wasn't sure what to do.

Next week, the bearded man wasn't there when I showed up at the
bathroom. Disappointed, I walked into the far stall, locked the door and
sat on the toilet. Over the next hour a few men used the stall next to me
for legitimate reasons. Nothing like I saw the previous week. I felt
lonely. I wanted to see the bearded man.

Later on a man walked into the stall next to me, he dropped his pants and
sat down. After a few minutes he tapped his foot. I remembered "Tap foot
for BJ." Is that what the man wanted? Was I ready for that? Could I do
that? I tapped my foot. The man immediately tapped his foot again. I tapped
mine again. The man stood up and stuck his dick through the hole. I was
excited, but not that scared. The feeling of being horny was more powerful
than my fear. I touched the cock with my hand and slowly stroked it.

"Suck it!" the man said. I didn't know what to expect. I brought my lips up
to the cock and gently licked it. It tasted sweaty. "Suck it in your
mouth!"

I paused for a moment. I opened my mouth and slowly let the cock in. What
happened when men did this? Would he pee in my mouth?

The man started pushing in and out. Sometimes saying things like "watch
your teeth", "More tongue" or "Deeper" My jaw was starting to ache. The man
started thrusting faster. In a loud whisper he said "I'm cumming!"

I felt something hit the back of my throat. It scared me and I pulled
away. It didn't taste bad, but I didn't know what was happening. The cock
shot another burst of milky cream. Then man quickly pulled his cock out of
the hole and started jerking it. I could see more of the cream ooze out of
his dick. When the man finished jerking he said. "Why didn't you take it
all?" He sounded angry.

"I don't know" I said.

"Learn to suck if your gonna hang out here." With that, the man pulled up
his pants and left. I felt bad that I disappointed the man but I was
excited too. Was this what the bearded man wanted?

The following day at the school library I read all about male anatomy. I
hid in the corner to so no one would notice that I was looking at pictures
of penises. I learnt that the cream that the man shot was called seaman. It
was mostly sugar, salt, water and a little sperm. That sounded safe. I read
about homosexuality. It was all very technical. The encyclopedia said that
homosexuals would receive the penises of other men orally and anally. Was
that what I'd done? Receive a penis orally? And what did it mean to receive
a penis anally?

Next Wednesday, I was determined to take a man all the way. This time I
wasn't nervous when I entered the stall.

The cock was uncut, veiny and smelt strongly of sweat. The man entered the
stall next to me. We tapped our feet. He stuck his cock through the hole,
reached up and grabbed the top of the stall. He stood quiet and still. I
gently licked it preparing to take it in my mouth. It tasted nice. I liked
the taste of this man. I opened my mouth and sucked the cock in. I gingerly
went up and down on the cock, feeling it slide over my tongue. I almost
gaged a few times when the cock went too far back.

I could feel something was leaking out of the cock, not big spurts, but a
slow gentle trickle. I stood back and saw a thin thread of precum leaking
from the tip of the cock. Was this the seamen I read about? Why wasn't it
coming out in big shots??

"Don't stop! Suck!" The man growled. I took the cock back in my mouth and
kept worked him for ten or fifteen minutes. He started breathing fast. He
said "I'm gonna cum... I'm cumming!" In a low voice. He shot his load in my
mouth. At first it made me gag, but not too much. It tasted strong and
salty, not very sweet like I expected. Still, it didn't taste bad. I spat
the cum into the toilet.

I left the stall thinking about what I'd just done. I felt dirty, happy,
scared and excited. My jaw was sore. I still wanted to see the bearded man
but I very much enjoyed what I'd just done. I knew what I'd done was
against the rules, but no one knew about it except me and the man. I felt
like I had a secret, like I had been bad and got away with it. I liked that
feeling.

I returned the stall following week after youth group, The stall was
peaceful and quiet. In the stall I didn't have to deal with anyone, my
parents, other kids, my teachers. No one knew I was there. No one telling
me what to do. I was in control. And when a cock appeared in the hole, I
knew I was making the man happy.

The uncut and veiny cock from the week before returned. This time I made it
cum without instruction. This time I held the seamen in my mouth. It didn't
taste as strong as I remembered. As the cum rolled over my tongue I
wondered what would happen if I swallowed. Would I get sick? Was it OK?

I slowly and carefully swallowed. It didn't make me gag. It didn't make my
stomach sick. I guessed it was OK to swallow.

A few men used the stall over the next hour. I was getting more
bold. Instead of looking through the hole at their knees, I'd lean forward
and watch their crotch. Now if a man looked back through the hole, it would
be obvious that I was peaking at him.

That evening they didn't look back. That night no one knew I was watching
their cocks. Different cocks made me feel different. I liked watching men
pee standing up because it gave me the best view of the cock. I wanted some
men more than others. Some I ached for and wanted to suck. Others were just
fun to look at.

A man finished pissing. He shook his cock. He tugged on it. I could see it
grow. I looked down, the man was tapping his food. I tapped mine. The man
brought is cock to the entrance of the hole then said. "Let me see your
mouth." Not sure what he was up to, I brought my mouth up to the
hole. "Open wide!"

As I opened my my mouth, I felt the man run the tip of his cock around my
lips and over the tip of my tongue. He slowly slid his cock into my mouth,
along my tongue. I pulled back when I felt I was about to gag. The man
whispered "Take it deep. Please... deep."

I tried going deeper. At first I'd gag. After a few attempts I found that
if I relaxed my throat that it could go much deeper. I'd still cough up
when his dick hit the back of my throat, but I was getting better. The more
I relaxed, the farther back his cock could go.

The man shot his load without telling me he was going to cum. One moment I
was going up and down on him, the next my mouth was filling up with
seamen. This load was sweet. Without thinking, I swallowed.

This became my routine. Every Wednesday I'd spend an hour at the youth
group, then off to the mall for some time in the bath stall. Some evenings
were busy. My jaw would be aching at the end. Others were quiet. After
winter passed and spring arrived, the quiet evenings were more rare and the
busy ones busier. I grew to recognize the cocks. The veiny uncut cock
showed up almost every week, but it was not the only the regular. There
were at least six regular cocks that appeared at the glory hole each week.

It was late April. This week as I headed towards the bathroom I saw the
bearded man. He was reading a newspaper, smoking a cigar. He didn't look at
me.

I was excited and stopped walking. I didn't know what to do. Should I go
into the bathroom? Should I stay out side and try to talk to the bearded
man?

The bearded man looked up at me. He nodded hello and then looked back down
at his newspaper. I lingered for a few minutes more, but he didn't look up
again. Unsure of myself, I walked into the bathroom.

The veiny uncut cock was waiting for me as I closed the stall door. It
recognized me now. We no longer tapped feet to start things off. I sucked
hard on it and made it blow a big load.

Next was the cock with a big mushroom head. Then there was a thin long cock
that shot a very bitter load. There was a cock that bucked and thrust deep
when it came. There was the cock with freckles and red public hair. I liked
this cock. It was fat and had soft skin. It didn't mind if my teeth
sometimes touched it. The cock came deep in my mouth. We were both still,
his cock quietly pulsing in my mouth. As I slowly let the cock slide out of
my mouth, I noticed we weren't alone. Someone was in the bathroom watching
us. I could see him though the slit along the side of the bath stall door.

I jumped back. How much had he scene? Was I going to get in trouble? I
looked through the door slit. It was the bearded man. He had a big grin on
his face. He grabbed his crotch and showed off his bulge. I heard the door
open on the stall next to me. No sooner did the man with the freckled cock
walk out, than the bearded man walked in.

I looked through the hole. The bearded man turned towards me, unzipped his
pants, pulled his public hair back and stuck his cock through the hole.
This was it, this was what I had been longing for for so long. It was
thick, but not yet hard. I licked a drop of precum from his cock head. His
cock jumped. I sucked the cock into my mouth. I sucked deep and long. I
watched my teeth. I let myself gag when his cock went too far back into my
throat. I wanted every inch of his dick in me. When he got close to cumming
I slowed down and made him last longer. After a good long while the bearded
man begged me to let him cum. I quickly bobbed up and down on his dick. I
could feel him get harder. Then he started shooting his cum. Shot after
shot of landed in my mouth. I swallowed all of it. I looked down at his
cock and licked the remaining drops from the slit.

The bearded man slowly pulled back. He pulled up his pants, zipped up and
buckled his belt. I saw him pull some paper and a pen from his jacket. A
few moments later he stuck a note through the hole. I grabbed the note. It
had his name and telephone number. His name was "Ray" No sooner had I
grabbed the note than the bearded man left the stall.

My heart was racing. I had his telephone number. That meant I could see him
again.