My Introduction to Gloryholes.
Her: And as much as gloryholes excite me... they are much safer for men. Sucking a random guys cock (not big into sucking cock with a condom on) could be quite dangerous...
Me: Of course you're right about about gloryholes. That's why they are 99% men. I first discovered them in college. There were two sets of them in my school's Science building, I came to find out. I had never even seen one before or had any idea what they were. The lecture I was enduring had been very boring and I ducked out of class to use the men's room and kill some time. There was a double set of doors into the restroom, so if you were inside you could always hear someone coming. I sat in the first stall and saw the gloryhole. At once I understood what it must be for, but didn't believe my own guess. The wall was covered in penciled graffiti. Guys leaving notes about meeting and when to get head. One note said "Tap foot 3 times if you want head". I thought it was all very sexy but didn't imagine doing it. I was turned on reading the notes, and I pulled out my cock and began to stroke it, I was there to kill time after all. I didn't expect to use the gloryhole, I just wanted to jerk off, aroused by the idea of it. I was hard and nearing orgasm when I heard the outer doors open. I froze, panicked, I sat on the toilet like I was using it, and the person sat in the adjoining stall. I expected him to do his business and leave, but instead I heard him began to stroke his cock. The angle of the hole is such that you only see the other persons knee when you're sitting on the toilet. After a moment he moved and instead of his knee I saw his cock, he was waving it at me through the hole. He then leaned over and looked though the hole to my stall. I didn't even pause to consider what I was doing. I just lifted my cock and waved it back at him. He stood and pushed his cock through the hole. I hesitated, having never been with a guy in anyway. I told myself it was just a crazy random experience and to just be wild. I suppose on the Kinsey scale I'm like a 3 or 4. I am straight, but was open to a gay experience. I never have wanted to be intimate with a man, kiss him or have a relationship. But there is something appealing about a thick hard cock. So I stroked him. His cock was white and thin, but pretty long with a pink head. It reminded me of a skinny Irishman. I was afraid to blow him so I spit in my palm and stroked him. Before he came he pulled back though and I figured it was time to swap. I pushed my cock through, my cock was thicker than his. I had trouble fitting through the hole but managed to get all but the root through. He took hold of my cock and I marveled at how soft and cool his hands were compared to mine. I had rough callous hands then from working in lumber yard that summer. After a few strokes he engulfed me in his warm wet mouth. It was amazing and I was instantly hooked. I'd only gotten head from two or three girls at that point and this was by far the best head I'd ever gotten. It was like a narcotic addiction. He continued to suck me until I came in his mouth and I remember as I swelled toward orgasm the hole felt like it was squeezing me at the base of my cock. This may have been what led to me liking cockrings come to think of it. Once I had finished I sat down, drained physically and emotionally. He again pushed his cock through the hole and after a breath I continued stroking him, I felt like it was required and I didn't want to violate some etiquette that would somehow come back to get me. Of course as I stroked him I began enjoying it more and more. Pleasing a total stranger in such a carnal way affected me deeply. It made me feel sexually powerful. The head of his cock swelled in my palm and he shot his load into my hands. He pulled his cock back and squeezed out the last of it into some tissue. While he was cleaning I quickly left, the shock of the experience had turned to anxiety. The post orgasm moment of clarity reared it's ugly head. I didn't return to class, I went straight back to my dorm and took a shower and laid down to recount the experience. Replaying it all in my head turned into me masturbating over it. And that was it, I had overcome my initial shame and panic and ended up going to that building several times a week for the rest of the year to get my cock stroked or sucked. I didn't mind jerking off the other guy, but I began to live for feeding my cock to hungry anonymous mouths.
I don't know why I wanted to share that with you, but I felt like writing it out. I never told anyone that story before. Before I graduated, the gloryhole led me to countless sexual experiences. I even came to own one of the college's professors. We met at the gloryhole, and within a month he was getting me hotel rooms to play. I explored my bi side with him. I learned more about gloryholes and came to find out they are all over if you look for them. I ended up getting blown by a husband and wife. Then fucking another married woman while her husband watched. I've had a lot of experiences because of that one decision to do something wild.
Me: Of course you're right about about gloryholes. That's why they are 99% men. I first discovered them in college. There were two sets of them in my school's Science building, I came to find out. I had never even seen one before or had any idea what they were. The lecture I was enduring had been very boring and I ducked out of class to use the men's room and kill some time. There was a double set of doors into the restroom, so if you were inside you could always hear someone coming. I sat in the first stall and saw the gloryhole. At once I understood what it must be for, but didn't believe my own guess. The wall was covered in penciled graffiti. Guys leaving notes about meeting and when to get head. One note said "Tap foot 3 times if you want head". I thought it was all very sexy but didn't imagine doing it. I was turned on reading the notes, and I pulled out my cock and began to stroke it, I was there to kill time after all. I didn't expect to use the gloryhole, I just wanted to jerk off, aroused by the idea of it. I was hard and nearing orgasm when I heard the outer doors open. I froze, panicked, I sat on the toilet like I was using it, and the person sat in the adjoining stall. I expected him to do his business and leave, but instead I heard him began to stroke his cock. The angle of the hole is such that you only see the other persons knee when you're sitting on the toilet. After a moment he moved and instead of his knee I saw his cock, he was waving it at me through the hole. He then leaned over and looked though the hole to my stall. I didn't even pause to consider what I was doing. I just lifted my cock and waved it back at him. He stood and pushed his cock through the hole. I hesitated, having never been with a guy in anyway. I told myself it was just a crazy random experience and to just be wild. I suppose on the Kinsey scale I'm like a 3 or 4. I am straight, but was open to a gay experience. I never have wanted to be intimate with a man, kiss him or have a relationship. But there is something appealing about a thick hard cock. So I stroked him. His cock was white and thin, but pretty long with a pink head. It reminded me of a skinny Irishman. I was afraid to blow him so I spit in my palm and stroked him. Before he came he pulled back though and I figured it was time to swap. I pushed my cock through, my cock was thicker than his. I had trouble fitting through the hole but managed to get all but the root through. He took hold of my cock and I marveled at how soft and cool his hands were compared to mine. I had rough callous hands then from working in lumber yard that summer. After a few strokes he engulfed me in his warm wet mouth. It was amazing and I was instantly hooked. I'd only gotten head from two or three girls at that point and this was by far the best head I'd ever gotten. It was like a narcotic addiction. He continued to suck me until I came in his mouth and I remember as I swelled toward orgasm the hole felt like it was squeezing me at the base of my cock. This may have been what led to me liking cockrings come to think of it. Once I had finished I sat down, drained physically and emotionally. He again pushed his cock through the hole and after a breath I continued stroking him, I felt like it was required and I didn't want to violate some etiquette that would somehow come back to get me. Of course as I stroked him I began enjoying it more and more. Pleasing a total stranger in such a carnal way affected me deeply. It made me feel sexually powerful. The head of his cock swelled in my palm and he shot his load into my hands. He pulled his cock back and squeezed out the last of it into some tissue. While he was cleaning I quickly left, the shock of the experience had turned to anxiety. The post orgasm moment of clarity reared it's ugly head. I didn't return to class, I went straight back to my dorm and took a shower and laid down to recount the experience. Replaying it all in my head turned into me masturbating over it. And that was it, I had overcome my initial shame and panic and ended up going to that building several times a week for the rest of the year to get my cock stroked or sucked. I didn't mind jerking off the other guy, but I began to live for feeding my cock to hungry anonymous mouths.
I don't know why I wanted to share that with you, but I felt like writing it out. I never told anyone that story before. Before I graduated, the gloryhole led me to countless sexual experiences. I even came to own one of the college's professors. We met at the gloryhole, and within a month he was getting me hotel rooms to play. I explored my bi side with him. I learned more about gloryholes and came to find out they are all over if you look for them. I ended up getting blown by a husband and wife. Then fucking another married woman while her husband watched. I've had a lot of experiences because of that one decision to do something wild.
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