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Unsu...Wed, September 6, 2006 - 6:15 AMonce when i was in the navy back in 82. We pulled into ft lauderdale. I was on the u.s.s independence. As you walked out from the landing there was a street with two adult bookstores and a gay bar in the middle. I went into one of the bookstores to watch a movie and there was a large large glory hole in the booth large enough to crawl through I started my movie and an older man i was 22 at the time and this guy must have been 70 and wizen
came wisking through the hole. He was on me like a grey panther. sucking on my young sailor needy manrod then he unzipped his own. He was grimy i remember thinking he might be a street person. He put his granddaddy hand firmly on my neck and firmly pushed me towards his unzippable pants. When i did this gnarly monster of an uncut cock flopped out oozing granddaddy dew. He said suck it sailor. I complied it tasted like he hadn't washed in a week and he rammed the big thing into my young hapless throat choking me with his manmeat. Finally he shot off the bitterest cum i have ever had splash across my tonsils. He must have lived on aspergus and bloodpressure meds..i dunno..I remember however, the delicous level of sexual fevor because i was still partially closeted and just
low end horror chills. He turned when he finished and went back out the hole. I think i swallowed.
Sat, November 3, 2007 - 10:04 PMMy First Gloryhole BJ - Adultworld in modesto California, '78 or early '79:
The seemingly disembodied penis dangled through the hole, semi-hard In the dim flicker of the movie screen. My heart was about to burst through my chest. For the first time in my life I was kneeling in front of a cock.
I reached out and grasped another man's cock, around the base. I felt his coarse pubic bush and the plywood rim of the hole against the back of my hand.
I knew that somewhere in my soul I had to want this, or I wouldn't have come this far, I would have selected another booth to masturbate in, one that didn't have holes in the walls.
My cock cast its own vote, growing hard as steel in my cut- off jeans. Telling myself not to think too much, I leaned forward.
The cockhead was just beneath my nose, animal musk, much richer than female smell filled my nose. Male smell.
My cock, his cock, both throbbed. I felt his pulse in my hand. I traced the veins with my fingertips. I stroked him, brought my fingers up the length of his shaft and encircled the head.
I opened my mouth. I kissed a penis for the first time. I ran my tongue through my lips and swabbed the tip. Hot, soft, rubbery-hard, salty, sticky-slick.
I opened my mouth further and allowed my fingers to slide part way back, down his shaft. Oh those veins again!
My mouth enveloped the head. My tongue quite naturally found the sensitive glans beneath. I gently sucked and lapped my tongue back and forth and side to side, playing with the tiny flesh nubbin there.
His involuntary shiver was a reward, as was the ooze of precum. I heard a gasp from the other side of the wall.
I began to bob and nod my head slightly. Slowly. Gently. I began to take more of him in my mouth. Immediately I was having trouble opening my mouth far enough and avoiding scraping his cock with my teeth... Do I have a small mouth? Is my first cock that big?
I strained to open wide and suck at the same time, it seemed like such a contradiction.
As his smell had filled my nose, now his taste filled my mouth. I was immersed in man sex. I kept my tongue busy around the head now, as well as revisiting the glans often.
He had thrust through the hole and the cock bashed into the back of my mouth. I gagged and teared up but I did not pull off the cock, instead I repositioned my fingers to limit how far he could thrust again.
I felt tears streaming down my cheeks, and a mix of saliva and dribbling from my mouth.
The rawness of this sex was like nothing I had ever experienced before, animalistic and anonymous pleasure. Even with female hookers there was a ritual of feinged friendliness. Not so here.
No, I was sucking a cock through a hole in the wall, a 'Glory Hole'. It could be my best friend, or Mr. Brown from next door. Hell, potentially any man in town could be over there sticking his cock through for me to service!
I was gagging more, my inexperienced mouth was getting tired and sore. But I felt his urgency, the pulse in his veins as his cock seemed to stiffen
and grow a little more.
"Oh yessssss," I heard him hiss with pleasure, and the throbbing organ in my mouth helped me to forget for a moment the ache in my jaws, and I allowed
more cock in. I stifled my gag reflex temporarily and his fleshy hot head socketed into my throat. That cut off my air but I was determined to hold
out as long as I could and I bucked my head.
The dick slipped into my throat a little. I gagged, choked, but didn't pull off. I felt a surge in the penis shaft in my hand and I had to pull back just a little, I was glad I did because I got a mouthful of hot semen delivered in two or three explosions of taste and sensation.
I savored the moment, so new and wonderful, his cum didn't taste quite like my own but it felt the same, had the same consistency, though there was more of it since I couldn't blow myself nor could I scoop it all up when I masturbated!
But as soon as he dumped his load he started to pull away. I was allowed a couple of last quick licks as he withdrew to his side of the wall. I heard him zipping and buckling up, and the creak of his door, and briefly considered meeting him in the hallway outside the booths, but I quickly had an attack of shyness and decided to wait until I was reasonably sure he had left.
My mouth and throat felt full of goo. It was an odd but delightful sensation, like I couldn't clear my throat completely. I wiped my face with the back of my hand and considered masturbating, then i realized I was out of tokens. The door-shaker guy would be past any time now probably, best be going I told myself as I got up and staggered and sprinted out of the bookstore.
In the days to follow as I walked through the mall or the grocery store I would find myself looking at men and wondering, did I suck his dick?