I was young (18 or 19 years old) and always horney. I had sucked my first cock when I was 11 or 12 years old and had some random encounters along the way but all in all I was pretty naive.

I had recently discovered ABSs. The first time I entered a booth that was conveniently equipped with TP and a waste basket I was overjoyed to know I was not the only perv that jo'ed in the booths. The small space reeked of fresh hot cum and that turned me on even more. Now I could barely wait for the door to close and the tokens to tumble through the slot before I had my cock out of my jeans. By then I knew I was a voyeur and exhibitionist and I enjoyed sucking and being sucked but I had not yet discovered the delights of GHs. Jerkin' off in the peeps was daring and exciting to me.

I was visiting a new ABS (well, new to me) and as I entered a booth I noticed the hole in the wall. I locked the door, dropped some tokens, and started to click through the video selections. I unzipped and fished out my already hard cock and stroked to the loop I had settled on. I heard the door in the next booth open and close, heard the tokens drop and saw the flickering light through the hole. I bent over and peered through the hole. All I could see by the light of the flick was a dude from about mid chest down. He had dropped his pants and jockies to the floor and was slowly stroking his cock. It was a definite turn on to see another guy jack his cock. I settled back to watch the flick and beat off. Then I saw the guy next door peer through the hole. It excited me even more and I increased the speed of my stroking. Then he did a curious thing, he kind of traced the bottom of the hole with his fingers. I had no idea what this gesture meant but I continued to jo as I watched the hole instead of the flick. Now his mouth was pressed against the hole and he licked his lips and waggled his tongue through the hole. I didn't know what to do but I was super excited. I stood up and jacked for all I was worth. When I shot my load I shot all over the wall above the hole. He had three fingers through the hole and caught my cum as it slid down the wall. I saw him lick my cum from his fingers as I zipped up and hauled ass out of there.

The whole thing occupied my every thought for the next several days. As soon as I had an opportunity I returned to the same ABS and the same booth. I dropped tokens and my pants and stroked my young hard cock. Pretty soon the door in the next booth opened and closed. I heard the tokens drop and saw the tell tale flickering light. I bent over and peered through the hole. The guy in the next booth was sitting with his legs spread wide and massaging his bulge. I traced the bottom of the hole like the guy did on my previous visit. To my surprise I heard the guy next door unzip. Then his cock poked through the hole. For a moment I was stunned. Then I gingerly reached out and took hold of his hardon. I gave him a few strokes and he pulled back. In a few seconds he thrust his cock back in, I took hold of it again and he immediately pulled back. I heard him zip up and heard the door open and close, the flick was still running.

I sat in the darkness considering what had just happened. When the flick stopped I dropped some more tokens. I was thinking about all this and heard the door open and close again. I started stroking again and considered what to do next. Then I saw his fingers trace the bottom edge of the hole. Well, monkey see, monkey do, so I stood up and stuck my young hard cock through the hole. It took me about 30 seconds to cum in his mouth, it was unbelievable!

For the next few hours I moved from booth to booth exercising my new found technique for luring cocks to suck. I must have done 15 or 16 guys that first night. I apologize to the first couple of guys but, thank you for your inadvertant teaching. I hope you were amoung those later guys I sucked off that night.

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Great story, guy.

I've always enjoyed anonymous sex (especially bathhouse, outdoor, etc), but didn't learn to appreciate the pleasure of a cock appearing through a hole until the past couple of years. My voyeurism and exhibitionism ran more to sharing whole naked bodies. Even now, when I'm at an ABS I'll turn myself on way more by getting totally naked, sitting there exhibiting myself in my booth while I wait for some guy to peek through the hole and then decide whether to offer me his pole.

Maybe its because of Keith's many, almost poetic descriptions of the art that you all have mastered that I decided to explore it more (and I spilled a lot of seed reading your stories...). So now, every so often I will head to an abs, strip down and accept into my mouth (and occasionally my ass) the amazing variety of penises that appear through the hole in the wall of my booth.

Not long ago a nice looking, probably straight 30-something entered the booth next to me and peered in. When he saw that I was naked he backed to a position where he knew I could watch and started a slow strip routine for me. This was somebody who needed to have his body admired (easy to do!). He caressed his dick so lovingly--for himself and also for me--and brought himself to a full hardon before presenting it to me through the hole. Then he teased a bit pulling it back and through a couple of times before he let me grasp the fat base and insert the 7" torpedo-shaped thing in my mouth.

I knelt in front of his pole. He was big but I was so turned on I deep-throated him anyway. For a situation where all that was available to me was an ample, hard dick and the attached patch of groin that tightly sealed the hole in the black wall, we had an amazing connection. I could feel him pressed against the other wall, panting, with that sweaty, in-rut desperation to shoot somewhere inside me. I was an orifice to be enjoyed. He lightly fucked my face just when I was hoping he would. I went back to actively sucking him and it wasn't too long before he stiffened up and I eased a bit on the sucking while he shot glob after glob of the sweetest tasting cum into me. I rolled it around in my mouth and savored it, then swallowed it with his softening dick still in my mouth, while I jerked off onto the floor.

But this was somebody who wouldn't linger, probably needed to get home for bed, maybe a good night call to the GF. So he was quick getting dressed and bolting. I sat there naked, amazed at the totality of an encounter with that faceless hunk of manhood. Damn, that was good sex.

Keepin it hard, and the orifices open, Al

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Great thread! At 42 I now have a PhD in Glory Hole Arts Glory Hole 101 happened for me at a large retail chain store in our local mall. I was 14 and my parents finally agreed to let me shop alone and meet them later at a certain time and place. Shopping alone would finally give me enough time to explore every restroom in the mall.

For some time I had been fascinated with public restrooms and never missed a chance to take a look at one. I had figured out something was going on in some of them but until I was allowed to shop alone, I never had time to really get a handle on things. With my new found freedom I was finally able to handle many things

During previous visits to the mall I had located a mens room on the 2nd floor of a quiet, out of the way corner of a national retailer. My first glory hole experience happened there. On my first shopping expedition alone I immediately went there.

You had to go through 2 doors to get into the bathroom. There were a row of 5 or 6 urinals on the opposite wall as you walked in and beside them were 4 or 5 stalls with the doors removed. A long mirror was over a row of sinks opposite the row of stalls that allowed you see everything in the stalls. A couple of holes had been cut between 4 of the stalls and I intended to find out exactly what they were used for.

When I went in for the first time alone, my heart was pounding so fast I thought it would jump out of my chest. Walking in I turned to look in the mirror to see if anyone was in one of the stalls. Fortune smiled on me that day because a young GI ( I was lucky enough to have grown up near one of the largest Army bases in the country ) was sitting in the last stall where one of the holes was located. I took a seat at the stall beside him and tried to peek through the hole so he would not notice. Much to my surprise and pleasure he was jerking on one of the most beautiful cocks I had ever seen. My semi hard quickly became rock hard as I followed his lead and began stroking my own unit.

My new buddy leaned down to the hole, winked, smiled, and licked his lips. I too bent over for a better view as he stood up to provide it for me. I was so turned on by the whole scene he had to tell me twice to come over to his stall. I peaked around the corner to see him pounding away. Finally getting a look at my face he asked me how old I was. Lying I said 18 but he called me on it so I admitted to 16. He seemed to get a little nervous but I pleaded with him to continue. His little head prevailed and he agreed.

Suddenly we heard the outer door open and I quickly got back into place in my stall. The man who entered took a quick piss at the urinal then left as fast as he arrived. That was close I said, are you sure it's safe? Of course he replied, that's what the hole's for. Of course I thought to myself. He instructed me to stick my dick through hole and proceeded to give me my first glory hole bj. He got me close in not time so I told him and asked if I could suck him for a while. We switched positions and I went to work. He was very impressed with my level of skill and I told him I had been practicing on a few close friends.

We continued to swap head for about 20 minutes and were only interrupted once more. I was the first to shoot and gave him a warning but he swallowed my entire load (another first for me). After having one of the best orgasms of my life up to that point, I followed his lead when I finished him off by letting him blow in mouth.

I was hooked on glory hole sex from that point on. More later.

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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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