I like the anonymity of glory holes. Sometimes, seeing a guy's face is a distraction especially when I just wanna suck some cock. Going to a gh, it's pretty clear what each person is there to do.

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Exactly - the adult book stores with booths and glory holes - they are about sex - not a place to meet a long term partner although I am sure it has happened - but the guys are there to get off - alone or together - but sex is the goal. There should just be a sign posted at the door that by entering you acknowledge what might go on there and will not complain.

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My first experience with a glory hole was in an ABS in Sacramento. I used to go there because they sold a lot of magazine remainders and you could pick up some good porn. They also had booths. I was jacking off in one, not noticing the hold until a finger came through. I had no idea what was going on and finished and left. Found out a bit later what it was. Sadly, the bookstore is gone and this was in the 90s when the gloryholes were vanishing. Still hoping to find one to try it out. Hadn't sucked dick by that time, but now it would be fun to take a turn blowing some gloryhole fare. Maybe someday. Any one know of good places in LA area? Really miss sucking dick from time to time. My first dick came a couple years later as I hooked up with this beautiful latina transgender with this delicious cock, but that's another story.

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Great thread. Who's got a hot story to share?

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Same here! I want to lock eyes with a man that I'm attracted to at an adult theater. The fun of it is locking eyes, moving towards eachother, then getting on your knees and taking out his cock! I would lose interest if I began to have sex with a top that I wasn't really in to. It happened before and...yeah lol. Not very fun!

The gloryholes at the same adult theater that I cruise at has huge gloryholes, so you can kinda see their faces. Others, I guess, have smaller holes to where only the cock can fit through.

Another reason why I don't like gloryholes is because I can't deepthroat, and getting fucked would be uncomfortable! When I suck cock, I like to feel his stomach on my forehead. Not bang my head on a wall lol.

But, that's just me!

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Same for me, I don't just want a cock, I want either a man or an incredible experience. One-on-one, it's making that sort of electrical, sort of chemical, sometimes spiritual connection just with making eye contact and you know.

For experiences, there was a time some years back when I would lose all inhibition and join an all-out bacchanal at a sex club or some leather/fetish club weekend in places like Palm Springs or wherever. Sometimes these clubs would have the parties on a smaller scale at someone's home. In fact, a former boyfriend and I had hosted a few in San Diego years ago. No holds barred, fais ce que voudras, and all that.

Those were the days. I'm single again now and finally living on my own (except for the aging dogs). After some time for rest and regeneration, I know my current 55-year-old self is not to old to get out there and have some fun again.

~ Bob S.

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Good for you!

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I've had glory hole experiences before but this is one of the earliest.

I was a young guy cruising the booths at an ABS in Schenectady NY looking for some action. After a while an older gentleman makes eye contact with me and he points to the door of a booth. I enter mine and he enters his. I pull out my cock and immediately his finger enters the hole. In the mean time he removed his false teeth and was soon getting my first gum job. Holy crap, that was the most intense sensation I had ever experienced. After him edging me for a while he finally finished me off. Old buzzard swallowed every drop and cleaned me off nice. As I was leaving he thanked me for my load, what a nice touch.
Years later I went back to the location and sadly was no longer a business, just an abandoned building.
Good memories though

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I used to go there. Had some pretty good times. Too bad it closed.

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The Mustang used to be one of the best!

Even though it was about an hour away I would make the trip and always had fun - with the booths upstairs I felt pretty safe - like if something was happening (police) we would have some warning.

I also loved the booth set up - with 2 across from each other down the little hall - privacy but you could always see the guy in the other booth!

From what I heard when the Christian book store opened up across the street they started calling the police all the time complaining of loitering, etc until they drove business away.

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Yes, the Mustang was fun upstairs. I noticed downstairs seemed more for str8 guys and couples; where guys would bring their wives/gf for fun. Liked Sat nights, but mid-week was fun (Weds). I got a room at a nearby motel, dress up, sometimes bring dates back. I now like Stans off the 60.

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I've gone to an ABS way out in Rowlands (?) called Stans Two ... . I go dressed fem and slutty. It's a bit far for me. but, it's been fun sucking off guys in a video booth. Was fucked once.

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I have heard of Stan's but never been there. Since it is over an hour away that would be a long trip to not have any luck.

That was one of the great things about the Mustang - between the 2 buildings and both floors I never once left there without having gotten some cock -

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First experience? Nothing much happens in this story, yet I shot 3 feet.

I was maybe 18, at college, undergrad library, late night study room, it was packed with studying students. Needed to relieve myself, went to a bathroom, sat down in the middle stall of a tight row of 3 stalls, and a guy in the stall to my right. There was a strange little hole in the wall, just an inch or two, probably not enough to push a cock through. It was stuffed with toilet paper. I had never seen this before.

I looked closer. It wasn't perfectly stuffed; there was a tiny open space at the top. Through the tiny open space, I could barely see the guy.

There was an odd rhythmic movement in what I was seeing. I looked closer. It was his hand, moving back and forth slowly on what had to be his cock. I couldn't see his cock; only his hand moving over his leg. I couldn't believe my eyes, and stared several minutes. I was watching a guy jerk off! My own cock got rock hard, and I starting touching myself in horny sympathy. This whole time, other male students were in the restroom, walking in or out, using the urinals or the stall to my left; even pushing on my locked stall door.

Suddenly, the wad of toilet paper vanished! The guy had taken it away. Now I could see his average-size, diamond-hard cock sticking straight out from his hairy pubes. He wasn't touching his cock, just letting me see it and perhaps wondering how I would react. I could hear him breathing.

Soon his hand reached just under the stall, like he wanted me to touch his hand. This was too much. Instinctively grabbing my own cock, I shot as hard as I had ever shot before, the cum hitting the stall door three feet away from me. (I don't think I've ever shot that far again.) Now a bit frightened, I buttoned up, flushed the toilet and rushed out; slamming-open the door behind me and forgetting that I'd left my cum on it.

It's obvious that I could have made more happen. Far too many people were around for understall action; but I could have at least touched the guy's hand and waited to meet him outside. But, at the time, what happened was all that I could imagine happening and probably all that I could handle.

This was a time when well-raised, innocent young men knew little of gay sex, and the AIDS epidemic was at its scariest. There was little gay porn around, no internet, no online apps, no meeting guys for fun, no HIV tests or knowing how to prevent it. And hopefully, no grownup had ever molested you (which I still hope, for today's young people). There was only society's general disapproval of same-sex attraction - and unexpected gloryholes.

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What I find so funny is how so often it is the college library that was best known for glory holes and hook ups. I guess it really was a place you went to learn...

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