Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2014 22:22:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Danny Boi <knoxstoryguy@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Gloryhole 2

Dear reader, no children, adults, or animals were harmed in the writing of
this tale.  This is all fantasy...yeah, fantasy.  After all, people don't
really do this sort of thing, do they?  Also, if your under eighteen or it
is illegal to do so where you live, don't read this. I'm sure there are
hordes of 17 year olds who have immediately left a web page after reading
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Thanks for all the kind emails from readers of "First Gloryhole."  I hope
you all enjoy this one just as much.  I'm sorry it has taken so long to
write this next installment.  If you like this one, I'd like to hear from
you (again, or for the first time).  BTW, Bill (you know who you are), I
have not forgotten your story.

This tale is not actually a continuation of "First Gloryhole," but I did
receive an email from David B_ that offered a segue into this

David, I'm glad you liked my story, "First Gloryhole."  Thanks for the
response.  I thoroughly enjoyed the story of your first time.  It reminded
me of one of my first times - not of sucking dick or fooling around, per
se, but of doing something on my own.  Well, not exactly on my own; that
would be masturbation, and let's face it, no one wants to read about a
teenager masturbating, do they?  No, it was the first time I did something
without my dad or one of his friends.  At 14, I was a year older than you,
but truthfully I looked younger, about 12; I was a small kid and always
looked younger than my years.  When I went off to college, I was mistaken
as one of those gifted, young brainiac teens in the university's advanced
program (Gee, did all those guys who showed an interest in me when I was
18-22 years old think I was under age?).  I did have a good sized cock for
my age, though.  I'm not huge, but apparently I was a bit bigger than
average.  But I digress...no one cares what I looked like, do they?

Being a military brat, I spent a good part of my childhood on military
bases.  In fact I was introduced to this world in a military hospital when
I military doctor slapped my tiny new born ass.  We never lived on base,
but still availed ourselves of all they offered.  If you're unfamiliar with
a military base, the larger ones are basically a small city.  Typically,
there were two main stores; the commissary, which was basically the grocery
store; and the exchange, which was like a department store, selling just
about everything but groceries.  From what I remember, the barber shop was
always attached to the exchange.  Some of them would have a separate store
for lawn equipment, or a separate liquor store.  And, it was always fun to
see all those handsome guys in uniform running all over the place, even
before I was old enough to know why I liked to look at them.

The particular base this event took place on was somewhere on the Gulf
Coast, but shall remain nameless.  Obviously, at this time in my life when
we visited the exchange I could wonder off by my own as long as my parents
knew where to find me.  And usually that was at the magazines. Like most
magazine racks in stores, comics and other magazines geared toward kids
were on the bottom section, and I would park myself down there and just go
to town (I also discovered the adult fantasy magazine "Heavy Metal,"
whoever stocked them didn't know what kind of mag it was).  Now, it may
come as a shock to some readers, but the top of the rack was stocked with
Playboy and other men's magazines.  And it may come as a bigger shock to
read that it wasn't unusual for one or more servicemen to be standing there
reading some of these mags.  Now, they weren't openly ogling pics of naked
woman, or unfolding the centerfolds and exclaiming to their buddies "look
at the cunt on this one."  Our military is filled with dedicated,
professionals.

When I got to the mags, there were already two men there perusing the
articles (I'm sure) in the top shelf mags.  Keep in mind on this day when I
decided to park myself in front of the magazines I was at that age when
just the word SEX caused my jeans to become uncomfortably tight in the
crotch.  The fact that I had already discovered first hand the joy that
could be found inside men's pants only made me that much more hornier.  And
now that I knew what these men were doing pushed my libido into overdrive.
So, I couldn't help but to surreptitiously glance their way.  Fortunately,
for my purposes at hand, even a 14 year old can crouch on his haunches only
so long before he has to adjust his position, and each time I did it gave
me an excuse to look at the two men.  The one right next to me had a nice
bulge.  Feigning interest in something on the ceiling gave me an
opportunity to look at more than just his crotch.  Not as young as the men
I usually liked to look at, but nice looking.  A little on the tall side.
Appeared fit, graying hair.  I went back to the mag I was pretending to
look.  The other guy left.  I looked back to the man's crotch and I could
see he was starting to get hard.  Thank heaven for government issue boxers,
cause I could make out the head of his cock pressing against his uniform
pants, tenting them out slightly.  But it was also a magnet for my eyes; I
couldn't stop stealing glances.  At one point I glanced up, only to lock
eyes on his.  CAUGHT!

Feeling all the blood rush to my head to the point surely my head must be
swelling up like a water balloon.  Turning back the rack, my hands shaking,
I pretended to be interested in various magazines and comics, but
truthfully I probably could have been looking at a maternity magazine and
not even noticed.  From the corner of my eye I could see he turned
sideways, facing me as he leaned against the top section of the rack.
Turning my head more I could see he had hand casually placed in front...his
thumb rubbing his cock head.  Mesmerized, I probably looked too long to be
discreet before glancing up and catching him winking at me before I turned
back to the magazines.

You'd expect a boy who has had men's cocks in his mouth, or more than one
load splattered across his face, to be forward, but truth be told I was
very shy.  So, I didn't say anything when he kneeled down and asked
"anything good down here?".  Like the good man all our military are, he
didn't give up.  Inching over until he was practically pressed against me,
he asked again "you having a good time here?"  I just nodded my head.
Putting his hand on my back he leaned in front of me, to reach across to
pick up a comic book.  When he got back into his position next to me, he
left his hand on my back.  Turning to look at him, he whispered "want to
have some fun?"  I just looked at him (deer in the headlights look, I'm
sure).  Turning his head quickly back and forth to see if the coast was
clear, he stretch his arm in front of me to put the comic back in the rack
and then surreptisiously placed his hand on my crotch, feeling my hard boy
boner in my pants, whispering "nice."  It's a miracle I didn't cum right
then and there.

"Want to have some fun?  I know a place we can go."  Again, deer in the
headlights response.  But at least he still didn't give up.  Maybe he
sensed a secret yearning in me.  "Come on" he said, before getting up and
moving off.  I turned around and watched him walk off a short distance.
Standing up I became acutely aware of my boner, so stuck my hands in my
pockets and started slowly following him in a wandering sort of way.  Every
once in a while he'd stop and to look at something so he could look back at
me to make sure I was following him, giving me a nod with his head for
encouragement.  Finally, toward the front but off to the side he went
through a door, and I stopped.  It was one of those doors that just
screamed AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.  The kind of door that I knew the
minute I touched it a squad of MPs would descend upon me demanding to know
what I was doing.  Or, worse, they would already know!

After waiting across from the forbidden door an eternity (or, more likely,
long enough for the object of my lust to realize I didn't follow and for
him to turn around), the door opened, my military guy stuck his head out,
looked to see if the coast was clear, and gestured me inside with his head.
Nervously, I quickly walked in through the door, past him, into a hall.  He
was right behind me, his hand on my back guiding me down the hall and then
right up some stairs and past some offices until he opened the door into
one.  The office had a couple government issue steel desks, and glass
windows looking out onto the hall. I started to get more nervous.  Surely
he didn't want to do anything in here; even though it was Saturday and it
appeared these offices where empty today, anyone could walk by and see in.
After all, he was here, why not someone else?  But, no, he guided me
through another door and into a large closet, lined with shelves full of
office supplies, and closed the door behind us.  Thankfully the closet was
big enough to have a light in it.

Standing in front of me, his hands on my shoulder, he asked "what's your
name?"  "Danny," I replied.  "What a cute boy."  Stepping closer to me, he
grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch so I could feel his cock through
his pants.  "Like that?" he asked as I started rubbing his dick through his
uniform.  "Betch you'd like to see it, huh?  Want to see my dick?  Play
with it?'  My hand still on his bulging pants, I looked up at him and
nodded.  Stepping back, he undid his military buckle, unhooked his pants,
and pulled down his zipper, as he watched me.  Unbuttoning his shirt so it
was splayed open, he then slipped his hands in to his waist band and his
boxer shorts, he pushed them down until the front of his boxers was hooked
under his balls.  There in front of me was a nice pair of hairy balls and a
seven inch dick, it's round red head with flared ridges, sticking out from
a nice brown bush.

"lets see what you have" he said to me.  So I nervously followed his lead,
although not as smoothly, and had trouble getting my tight jeans down,
until my own thin five inch boner was freed and sticking straight up.
Moving closer to me, he took ahold of my dick, moving his fingers up and
down it as he examined me.  "nice," he said, before taking my hand and
putting it on his cock.  Damn, his cock felt so good in my hand.  So much
bigger then mine, in both length and thickness.  Truthfully, I'd handled
bigger, but his dick seemed just the right size for my young hands, and I
was really enjoying stroking his shaft and exploring the head with my hand.
All the while he was still stroking my boy boner.

"You like that cock, boy?  You like playing with my dick?"  I just nodded.
"naughty little boy...yeah stroke my cock...."  mesmerized by his dick in
my stroking hand, I aimed the head up, and I could make out the slit on his
head.  I remember the edges of the slit were rounded in, so it looked like
a gaping hole.  Fuck I want to put my tongue into it, I thought, biting my
upper lip.  Taking his hand off my dick, he put it on my shoulder.  "Come
on" he said as he gently pushed down.  Looking up at his eyes, I let go of
his cock and knelt down on my knees in front of him.  Looking down, I saw
he was holding his cock straight out, level with my mouth.  Feeling his
head on the back of my head I looked back up locked eyes as he pulled me
forward until I felt the blunt head on my lips.  Still locking eyes, I
opened my mouth so the tip of his cock head could enter my mouth, and I
could gently lick the round end with my tongue.  Mmmm...I can still feel
that slit with the tip of my tongue.  Looking into his eyes, I opened my
mouth wider and he slowly pushed more of his cock into my mouth, my tongue
curled under it, massaging the area under the head.  He narrowed his eyes
in lust and half whispered, half moaned "oh yeah...good boy...suck it."

Closing my eyes in ecstasy I tilted my head forward and enjoyed his dick
sliding further into my mouth, my lips stretched around the shaft...but
just enough that it was enjoyable and made me feel full.  I advanced until
I felt the head hit the back of my mouth, before it triggered my gag
reflex.  I could tell he wanted to keep going, but I put my hands on his
thighs, and gave the slightest jerk back with my head.  I don't know how
much of his dick was in my mouth - probably about three inches, but it felt
like more to me, my mouth was pleasantly filled.  I just held it there,
luxuriating in it being in my mouth, my lips pressed around it like I was
trying to trap and hold an animal that wanted to escape, my tongue moving
as best they could under it.  Mmmmmm is there anything like the taste of a
cock in your mouth?  Or the feel of having your mouth stuffed with one?

"Mmmm......mmmmm" I hummed around his cock, already knowing that brings
pleasure, and started moving my mouth back and forth ever so slightly on
his cock, moving my tongue under it the best I could.  Grabbing the base of
his cock with one hand, I started bobbing my mouth back and forth a little
more.  I'd pull back 'til just the head was in my mouth and rub my tongue
across the end of the head, and then go back down 'til I felt it at my
throat.  Back and forth I went, sucking his cock.  Placing his hand on my
head, he started slowly thrusting his cock into my mouth in time with my
bobbing.  I heard him half moan, half whisper above me
"ohhh..fuuuck.....suck.....suck me...suck...my cock...naughty
boy.....naughty little boy."  Hearing that made my cock twitch.  Reaching
down with my free hand I grabbed my hard dick, but I was so turned on I
hardly stroked it, so worried I'd cum suddenly.

Letting go of his cock, I placed my hand on his thigh to steady myself, and
let him fuck my mouth, all the while hearing his staccato moans of "suck,"
"cock," and "naughty boy."  It was making my cock so hard, like a nail.  As
he fucked my face, it was causing my body to jerk slightly, and I could
feel a strand of precum start running down my dick and onto my hand.  After
a bit, the build up of spit in my mouth was too much and I could feel my
gag reflex starting to trigger; I forced my head back and off his dick so I
could swallow and clear my mouth.  Grabbing his wet cock in my hand, I
stroked his wet cock, running my thumb over the head and across that piss
slit I admired earlier.  Leaning forward I licked my tongue across that
slit a few times, then ran my extended tongue around the head as I looked
up at him, all the while jacking his shaft.  Looking down at me through his
half closed yes, he sighed "oh fuck...I...can't believe...yeah..suck my
cock....you..like that..huh?  Like sucking..my cock?"  "MMmmmmHmmmm."
"Good boy...suck that dick...like a good little..cocksucker."  Keeping eye
contact with him I continued to lick and slurp around his cock head as I
jacked his shaft.  All the while my other hand was jacking my own shaft,
slick with my own precum.  Grabbing his cock in his own hand, he alternated
between thumping it against my mouth and feeding it to me, all the while
keeping up his litany "you like that cock, huh, little boy?  Hmmmm?  Like
sucking that cock" "Uh huh" I'd answer.  "Yeah, you like having that cock
in your mouth, little boy?  Hmmmm"?  "Yes."  "Oh, good boy.  Good little
cocksucker.  Suck daddy's cock....oh, yeah, you want my cum?  You want
daddy to cum in your mouth?  Oh fuck I'm gonna cum in your mouth...you'd
like that wouldn't you?" he asked me as he fed his dick into my mouth as I
looked up at him.  Grabbing my head in both his hands, he started sawing
his dick in and out of my mouth again.  I kept wiggling my tongue as best I
could under his cock as it slid in and out of my mouth, hoping to trigger
his cum, as I kept looking up at him for visual clues that I was doing
something right.  Oh man, my boy dick was so hard in my hand, too.  "You
want my cum, boy"?  "Mmmmmhmmm."  "oh fuck.  fuck.  fuck."  Pulling his
dick out of my mouth, he grabbed the top of my head in one hand, holding it
back so I was tilted up so he could see my face, and started jacking
himself.  "Open your mouth....stick out your tongue."  my eyes locked on
his, I could feel his dick on my outstretched tongue, pointed into my
mouth.  suddenly, bam, I felt something hit the roof of my mouth.  Bam
another blast into my mouth.  Each burst of cum accompanied by a short
outburst of his breathe.  Pulling my head forward onto his cock, he shot
the rest of his cum into my mouth.  I could feel him twitching above me as
the rest of his orgasm overcame him.  "Mmm....mmm...mmmm" I relished the
feel of his dick, and his cum, in my mouth before I started swallowing it
the best I could with my mouth full (not an easy task.  Both of us just
stayed there, him standing over me, lightly panting, me on my knees, my
face in his groin, nursing on his dick as it went down, swallowing down his
cum.  Finally his dick went soft and he stepped back.  Still kneeling, I
leaned back and jacked my own dick and quickly came, shooting my cum on the
floor and on my hand.

Getting up, I had trouble getting my dick back in my pants...I was still
hard (oh, to be a teen again), and I had a hand with cum on it, and I was
trying to keep from getting it on my jeans.  The man noticed and helped me
and then said "lets get you cleaned up."  Leading me out of the closet, we
left the office and I followed him down the hall into a small bathroom
where we had what I can only guess was a moment of affection; he pressed
himself against me from behind, reaching around and washing my hands in the
sink with his own, and then drying them.  I have to admit, it was nice
feeling his body pressed against mine.  Hugging me to him, he said "that
was fun...we better get going."  Going back the way we came, down the hall,
down the stairs, out through the door I know I shouldn't have gone through.
Again, I had that feeling like everyone who looked at me could tell what I
had been up to.  But no old lady pointed at me and yelled "pervert!" as MPs
tackled me to the ground.  I did shortly run into my father.  He had
already taken my mother to the commissary to do her grocery shopping, and
then came back to find me.  I was greeted by the usual "where have you
been, we looked for you," etc.  When we got into the car, though, I told my
dad what happened.  He wasn't exactly happy, worried that some guy could
have hurt me.  But, about a week later he enjoyed me telling him in detail
as he slid his mouth up and down on my cock.  Go figure!