I don't know how I missed this thread before, but the topic brings back some good memories. I knew what gloryholes were long before I saw my first one. I had read about them in porn magazines that I had looked at as a horny young boy. I had found some cruising areas and knew where some bathrooms were that had graffiti offering blow jobs, but no holes in the walls.

By the time I got my driver's license I already had been fucked and had sucked other guys a few times, but was always looking for more. I had tried to get in to a couple of adult bookstores, but being that I was only 16 and looked even younger, they just kicked my out without even asking for ID. I finally found a place that had a back door that entered directly into the arcade area, out of sight of the front counter. I clearly remember my heart pounding in my chest and my hands shaking as I stepped through the door and went to the first open booth I saw. I quickly locked the door and sat down. I didn't know exactly what to expect, but I knew enough to get started as I put a few dollar bills in the machine.

My cock was instantly hard as I went through the different channels. I finally settled on one that looked particularly good to me (a Kristen Bjorn video) and started watching it. I was rubbing my cock through my shorts and after about a minute my hornyness was overpowering. I pulled off my t shirt and set it over the chair. Then I slipped off my shorts and sat down with just my jockstrap on. I pulled my cock out the side of the pouch and stroked with one hand while I played with my nipples with my other hand.

Soon I heard the sounds of someone entering the next booth and the videos starting in there. I didn't really pay attention as I was engrossed in what I was watching. It was when I looked away from the screen to get more dollar bills out of my shorts that I saw it. There was a hole in the wall about 3 inches across and I could see the light from the tv in the next booth through it. Then I saw it go dark for a moment and then light again. This happened a few more times. Sitting in the chair I leaned over towards the hole and carefully looked through it.

With the lighting it took a moment to figure out what I was seeing. Then my eyes adjusted and I could make out a man standing in the other booth. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt. He jeans were open and he was not wearing any underwear. He was slowly stroking his cock while a video played on his tv. Because of the position of the hole and him standing up, I could not see his head. But I had a nice view of him stroking a beautiful cock. It was half hard, cut, and with big, low hanging balls swaying in time to his strokes. I forgot all about the video I had been watching, spying on a stranger jacking off only inches from me while I jacked my own cock was much more exciting.

Suddenly, the guy turned towards the hole and I jerked my head back as he thrust is cock through the hole. I looked at it for a moment as it twitched and jumped. Then I tentatively reached over to touch it. As soon as I did I knew I wanted to feel it more. I wrapped my hand around the firm, thick shaft and started stroking it. There was something incredibly exciting about this to me. I had a warm, live cock in my hand, but without any connection to the rest of the person. I could only see and touch the cock, making it more of an object of worship to me instead of just one part of a whole man. My mind quickly absorbed this concept of worshipping just a cock, when I was startled by the voice of its owner.

"Suck it!" I heard in a loud hiss through the wall. I froze, not sure what to do and still holding the anonymous phallus in my hand. After several seconds of indecision, I heard another loud hiss, "C'mon dude, suck my cock!"

I held the shaft in my shaking hand as I leaned forward and tentatively licked the head, tasting his precum. As soon as I did it was like somebody flipped a switch on my head and suddenly the most important thing in the world to me was making him cum. I slid my lips down his shaft and heard him sigh. As I worked his cock with my mouth I heard him moaning softly and whispering encouragement. Then I felt his cock swell and jump and felt his warm wetness flood my mouth.

He pulled out of my mouth with an audible slurp and I watched through the hole as he put his softening cock back in his jeans and zipped up. Then, without a word, he walked out of his booth, leaving the door wide open and a video still playing.

I sat back in the chair and stroked my cock while a million thoughts went through my head at once. Did I really just do this? Did I really suck a strangers cock through a hole in a wall and make him cum down my throat? Did I really love it so much that I was still rock hard as I savored the taste of cum lingering in my mouth? What kind of perverted cocksucking faggot am I turning into?

I was still trying to sort out my feelings when I heard the door in the next booth close. I instantly dropped down to my knees so I could look through the hole better. From this angle I could see the man standing in the adjoining booth. He was physically unappealing to me. Older and balding, he was wearing baggy shorts and a casual, button down shirt and was very overweight. I did notice a wedding ring on his finger and for some reason that excited me. He leaned down and I backed away while he looked through the hole at a nearly naked teen kneeling on the floor and stroking his cock. I saw the light shift through the hole and I leaned back in. I watched him quickly drop his shorts and step up to the hole, sticking his smallish, semi-hard dick through without any hesitation. It wasn't even as big as my own. I certainly didn't need him to tell me what to do this time, I immediately took him in mouth as far as the booth wall allowed. I worked my mouth over his dick, and after only a couple of minutes he sprayed my mouth with cum. I stayed on my knees stroking myself and the man leaned over and looked through the hole at me for a few moments before leaving the booth.

By now I was in a fog of lust. All the shame and guilt I felt a few minutes earlier was pushed to the back of my mind and all I could think of was the hot, nasty hornyness I felt about sucking anonymous cock. I was still kneeling in front of the hole, my shirt and shorts on the chair, and jacking off in anticipation of sucking another cock.

I didn't have to wait long. I watched as my next "customer" entered the booth. He looked to be in his late thirties or early forties but in good shape, with a lean, muscular figure and deeply tanned skin. He had a shaved head and thick mustache and was wearing a single earring. He was wearing a tight tank top and small workout shorts.

I watched him casually put a few dollars in the machine and select a video. After a moment he leaned in to look through the hole. I continued stroking my cock while my other hand played with my nipples and I looked directly at the hole. He backed up a little and I leaned in. I saw him smile and lick his lips. Then he leaned in again and said, "you want something, boy?"

I was to nervous to speak so I just nodded. He chuckled and said, "well, what do you want? You gotta say what you're looking for."

I swallowed hard, saw myself kneeling inside a dark booth and spoke my confession through the hole, "I want cock, I want to suck cock."

I heard I small laugh and watched the man smile and slide his shorts down, revealing a jockstrap underneath with a heavy, full pouch. I started jacking myself harder as he pulled out his cock. It was beautiful. Much bigger and thicker than my own and with a foreskin covering the the head. My mouth water as he stroked it to full hardness, working the foreskin back and forth over the head.

The he slowly put the head of his cock through the hole. I immediately got my mouth over it and ran my tongue over the slit getting my first taste of him. As I did he pulled back out leaving me wanting him even more. I watched stroke a few times, then he shook his hips, swinging that delicious cock back and forth in front of the hole. I wanted it so bad, I ached for it. He pushed through again, just letting me get the head in my mouth. Then he pulled it back out and laughed a little at my moan. He held his cock in front of the hole, just past the reach of my tongue.

"You want this?" he hisses through the wall.

"Yesssss" I moaned back

"You really want to suck my cock?"

"Please" I whimpered back

Then he thrust his cock through to me. I took as much as I could deep in my mouth and the feeling was wonderful. I licked, sucked, and stroked him. I held my face up to the hole so he could fuck my mouth. I listened to his moans and heavy breathing between his commands telling me how best to service his cock. Just when I thought he was about to cum he would pull back and wait a moment before letting me continue. I could feel my lips getting sore from the friction with his shaft but I couldn't stop. I knew I had to make him cum. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he thrust his cock hard in my mouth and held it there. I was sure everyone in the place could hear him moan as he pumped his dick juice down my throat.

He pulled his dick back through the hole. I figured he would zip up and leave quickly lime the others while I tried to figure out what I was doing. Instead he leaned down and looked through the whole at me.

"Thanks man, that was a great blowjob" he said.

For some reason it made me feel good inside that he thought I did a good job sucking him.

"Thanks" I whispered back in an unsteady voice. "I like your cock."

He chuckled a little then said, "Let me suck you now."

I hesitated, unsure of what to do. I didn't know why, but while sucking anonymous cocks through a hole felt natural, sticking my own dick through a hole to get sucked was something strange that I hadn't even considered until this moment.

"C'mon man, you did me, let me suck you now."

I stood up and put my hard cock through. I gasped as a soft, warm wetness enveloped it. The stranger sucked me for probably only 30 seconds before I exploded in his mouth. He slurped down my load and I squeaked out thanks before I sat in the chair and caught my breath.

I quickly put my shorts and shirt on and then got nervous again as I got ready to leave the booth. I finally took a deep breath and opened the door. I quickly walked for the back door with my eyes locked straight ahead, scared to death of someone recognizing me. I got out the door, jumped in the car and quickly drove away. My hands were shaking from nerves as I thought about what I had just done. I felt guilty and ashamed, but at the same time I found it so hot that I knew I would have to do it again. Three days later I went back, after that I was completely addicted to gloryholes.

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