Can it be called a glory hole if the thing is big enough to slide through? Great stories on your first experiences, guys! My first experience was memorable (well, for me at least) and it was a huge surprise to me.

I was 22, living in Tampa and had never been to an ABS nor even considered having sex (period - male or female) as I was a practicing Catholic and thought I would wait until I was married. (What a laugh that was!)

I had a roommate at the time, who was really good looking and also (as far as I knew) straight. At the time I was earning minimum wage and needed the roommate to be able to make the rent and the bills. One night, we decided to go out to a local pizza joint where my girlfriend worked (and often gave us lots of extras gratis) for dinner.

On the way home, we passed a seedy little business near the airport, nothing more than a dimly lit concrete block house in the middle of a big dirt parking lot which was surrounded (except for the opening for the driveway) by a 12' fence. There were no other buildings, businesses or homes, anywhere near it and as we approached "Dave" (not his real name) asked if I would mind stopping in. I had never noticed it before and it was not immediately obvious to a nieve younger me it seemed innocuous enough. It didn't say "Adult Book Store" or anything like that. It had a name like "First Amendment Books" or something like that.

We went in and "Dave" almost immediately disappeared. I was in shock (pleasant shock, but shock nonetheless) at the sheer profusion of smutty books and appliances some of which I still could not even guess the purpose of! I looked around a bit and then looked to see where "Dave" might have gotten off to. I didn't want to just ditch him, it would be at least a mile to walk before he got to where he would be able to call for a cab - which I was pretty certain he couldn't have afforded anyway. It was then that I noticed all the way at the back, the door covered by a curtain; a small sign above the door read simply "Arcade."

I made my way to it and pushed through the curtain. There was nobody in sight. It was a short dimly-lit hallway that ended in a "T" with two other short hallways extending off it. The hallways were lined by doors spaced at about five-feet on center all the way down both sides. I could hear the whir of what I later learned were 8mm loop projectors running and occasionally punctuated by the sound of what I was to learn were coins dropping into the control devices. I picked one at random. Inside was a dark room, painted black like all the surfaces of the hallway outside. There was no light inside, but I could see a mechanism affixed to the front of the bench that ran along the back wall. It looked like the mechanism you dropped a penny in to get a horsey ride at the grocery store.

I stepped inside, the door closed behind me. I felt the mechanism with my finger and assumed that it was about the size of a quarter. I fished one out and dropped it into the slot. The back of the door before me was suddenly lit by porn! I'd never seen a porn flick before so I watched a little while, my cock was stiffening in my jeans as the orgy on the back of the door progressed. About the time the machine cut-off, I noticed the door latch.

Reaching over to lock the latch, I fished-out and deposited another quarter. I then decided "what the hell, while I am in here..." and I unzipped and started masturbating. What happened next made me almost jump out of my skin!

A hand (not my own) reached through a hole to my left and grabbed my cock. As I half-rose, startled, I instinctively put my hand to the wall to steady myself. It was then that I noticed that the bottom of the wall did not reach all the way down to the bench. On either side of where I was sitting, there was a gap between the top of the bench (that continued through the hole like a church pew) and the bottom of the plywood that was about three-feet high. It was also as wide as the bench.

Understanding what had just happened, I zipped myself back in and sat down again. I continued to sit there watching the film until it ended again. I deposited a third quarter into the slot and continued to watch the orgy.

Pretty soon, just as I was really getting into this incredible scene where two guys were servicing this busty blonde, one fucking her, the other licking her clit and the first guy's dick at the same time, I felt the friendly hand again. This time, it sat on my thigh and gently rubbed it a while. When I didn't jump, the hand made its way up to my zipper and freed my once-again hard cock from its confinement. After stroking a while while I watched the film, the guy stuck his head and shoulders through the gap in the wall and replaced his hand with his mouth.

It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt! I worked to hold off until the end of the five minutes that the film ran between quarters. I ended up sitting there in the dark, watching the afterimage of the film in the now completely dark cubicle for a few minutes and then exploded in the stranger's mouth.

After sucking me dry and then licking around my cock and balls (apparently for what ever he missed when I came) I sensed the head withdraw through the square. The hand came back, squeezed my now softening cock one more time and then withdrew. It was complete anonymous, other than seeing the shadowy outline of the guy's upper torso as it came in while the film was on, I had seen nothing of my benefactor. I sat there in the dark to gather myself for a minute, put myself back together and exited the arcade.

Still no sign of "Dave," damn it! I was considering sticking my head back through the curtain when "Dave" came through it with an odd, satisfied grin. I wondered if that kind of thing had just happened to him. But I would have been completely mortified to have asked.

My loss, I guess. "Dave" and I stopped into that place a couple more times (both times it was his idea) in the next six months and then he moved out to get his own place. By then I could afford the rent on a one-bedroom without a roommate so I moved to a smaller place and never saw him again. I heard some time later he had moved back north somewhere.

I wonder, though... If I had talked to him, would I have discovered that he was my mysterious friend? Now that I have discovered that I am bi, (and am a "Recovering Catholic") I some times fantasize that he was and have a wonderful collection of story-lines that I have devised about what would have been had I talked to him about my experience.

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