CHAPTER 16: OLD GLORY

The ultimate sexual objectification of the gay male sexual encounters is the glory hole in public toilets. At least that was true in the decades before the new millennium.  As a wall separates the two participants, they have no contact except for a mouth, a penis, and perhaps a hand. Almost total anonymity is maintained as no other attributes are taken into consideration.

During the summer of my Junior year I rode my bike over to a park in Combes to play Frisbee golf. to While there I had to use the public restroom, and got introduced to a part of a gay subculture I had heard of, but hadn't thought too much about.  The park was right by a RV Resort, maybe it was even associated with it, I'm not sure.  They had outdoor shuffleboard, a club house with pool tables, miniature golf, and a Frisbee golf course too.

There was usually a lot of privacy at the park, not too many people went there, except on weekends, and in the heat of summer they were usually inside shooting pool or at the swimming pool.  But on this day there was a group of teenagers on the basketball court, looked like they ranged from junior high to high school ages.  As I walked through the restroom, there was a shirtless blond teenager with an athletic build standing at a urinal, his shirt tucked into the back of his pants, he looked to be about my age, maybe a half a foot shorter,  I figured he belonged to the group playing basketball outside, and that proved to be true.  He was pissing like a racehorse, and the sound of his strong stream hitting the urinal caught my attention.  He looked around at me as I walked past.  I caught his eye for a fleeting second them continued moving to find a stall. 

The first stall was pretty fucked up.  Piss on the seat and it looked like someone had put too much paper in the bowl and clogged it, so I went to the last one, a little larger stall designed for wheelchair access. The seat still looked pretty bad, but at least these was no shit stewing in the bowl, and there was a full roll of toilet paper to lay in strips on it so my ass wouldn't get too dirty when I sat down. I gave it a test flush. Right next to it was what looked like it had been a shower stall.  It still had an opaque sky-blue curtain, but the shower head had been removed and there was just a pipe sticking out of the wall above.  The shower stall looked like it had replaced the final toilet stall at some point in ancient history, but they had rebuilt it with a full panel partition floor to ceiling that looked like thin plywood with a vinyl covering.  Something home brew, not prefabricated, and not crafted all that well.  

As I sat down I noticed a rather crudely drilled a hole through the partition that separated the toilet stall I was in from the disused shower stall on the other side.  They had moved the boys showers to an enclosure by the pool a long time ago. The glory hole was plenty large enough for any guy to stick his dick through, even work his entire cock and balls through the opening with a bit of effort. Someone had gone to the trouble of putting duct tape  around the edges, I assume to smooth over the splinters and rough spots.  A real life Glory Hole.  Written on the wall was the phrase "suck", but I didn't need a sign to understand what this was about.

As I was finishing up, I heard someone step into the shower stall, then a finger came through the hole between my stall and the shower and sort of tentatively circled the perimeter of the opening. 

Then a cock came through the hole. 

A lot of thoughts shot through my head.  I remembered Jimmy and Chuck talking about getting blow jobs at a park in Combs, and I realized that had probably happened right here.  I thought about them standing on the other side of that partition.  But this wasn't either of them.  This was the guy who checked me out as I walked past him while he was taking a whiz at the urinal.  What was it about me that he'd expected me to want to suck his dick?  Did I look like a cocksucker?  as it just the fact I had come to this last stall, the one with the glory hole?

His dick wasn't overly long, but a decent length, with an upward curve.  Pointed at the ceiling like mine, but a bigger.  Looked like some dark blonde pubes at the base, so I assumed this was the guy who had been standing at the urinal as I walked through.  I hadn't heard him leave, so it probably was. I hesitated for a bit, not sure whether to trust the situation or not, then nervously reached for it and squeezed it.  I and felt the dick harden even more in my hand.  Hard as a stick of wood he was.  I stroked it a bit, then it sort of dawned on me that he was looking for a blowjob, not a hand job.  This glory hole thing, sex in a public restroom. was really new to me, and I was nervous as hell. 

Looking back I still wonder exactly what was going through my head.  Sex at glory

holes today I have heard is pretty much a thing of the past, what with the Aids

epidemic and all risks for diseases.  Nothing safe about it.  Don't get me wrong.

I don't regret who I am, at least who I have become, but I can see how both my

penis size and my childhood sexual experiences had an impact on how I saw my

role in relationships. What is comes down to is that starting around age 10, my

older brother influenced me to suck his cock, pretty much every day until he 
graduated from high school and left for college, a period of about 4 years. 

By the time I was 14 I knew how to deep throat like a porn star, and for me 

sexual pleasure was not about my own orgasms, but the pleasure I derived from 

my partner's orgasm. It was something you did because the man desired it, 
not because you felt like it.  How I saw relationships; however, had become 

skewed.  Sexual behavior was something you bartered, a way to make friends, 

develop alliances, to show respect, to placate the alpha male, to resolve a quarrel, 

or avoid impending conflicts.  I am not arguing whether this is right or wrong.  

As has been said by wiser men than I, sometimes your greatest strength is also 

your greatest weakness.  The true cock suckers receive their pleasure from the 

intensity of pleasure that they bring to their partner's cock and the reward of cum 

that their partners shoot in their mouths. They have natural ability and develop

incredible cock sucking skill from sucking all types of men and cocks weekly and

even daily.

I got up and latched the stall door securely, just in case, then I began to stroke his cock and studied the shape of it. It was between 5 and six inches I figured, prow shaped, circumcised, not at all thick, but with a flaring mushroom head. He started working his balls through the circle of cut wood and Formica. I licked the underside of his shaft and felt his balls brush against my chin, swirled my tongue around the circumcised tip then and back down to his balls. His balls smelled slightly musky, the odor of manliness.  As I licked up toward the tip I could momentary taste the tang of urine that dissolved into a pungent, slightly salty, taste.  He let out a soft moan. "Oh yeah, man. That feels great."

I leaned to it and took the head in my mouth and really enjoyed how good it felt, like cocks and mouths were supposed to be together.  His balls were naturally very smooth, and I could see that he trimmed his dark blond bush. I ran his tongue up the length of his downward curved shaft again and positioned my lips snugly around the mushroom tip, then slowly pulled the head of this guy's rod into my mouth.  I tasted droplets of pre-cum as they emerged from the tip.  Slowly I took the first three of five plus inches into my mouth, then continued until my lips hit the partition. I tightening my lips into a ring and watched the length of his spit-slicked shaft sliding in and out of his mouth, disappearing and reappearing below my nose as I bobbed up and down on it.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on this boy's scent, on the taste and texture of his cock, when suddenly I felt my blond donor buck his hips and a flood of spunk hit the back of my throat. His scent had a profound effect on my own level of excitement.  I must admit that while I loved the taste of his cock, I hated the taste of this guy's spooge. The flavor was so rank and intense that for a moment I gagged and had to spit it out.  I pulled his head back and finished jacking him off instead of swallowing more of his bitter cum flooding into my mouth. His tasted acrid, reminding him of the way bleach smells, but very strong.  I have been told that what you eat effects the flavor of your cum, and wondered what road-kill he must have feasted on.

He pulled his dick back through and left the restroom.  I heard the restroom door open and close behind him as he left. I started to get up and realized he had shot several loads onto my shirt and sleeve.  I got some toilet paper and was working to wipe it off when I heard the door open again and the sound of someone walking past my stall to the shower.  I never got a look at this guy's face as he entered the stall, but peering through the hole I saw a set of hairy well-muscled legs stretching down from a pair of sand colored shorts. A sizable tent pushed out the front of his pants. This boy knew what he was here for. The guy quickly unzipped his jeans and fished his rod out of his jeans.  His cock was larger than the first one, closer to six, or six and one half inches long and strait as a pole. Then he shoved his cock through the glory hole. 

I first licked up the bottom of this boy's shaft before wrapping my lips around the tip of his dick. I licked around his sensitive frenulum a few times, and heard the him moan softly interspersed by halting breaths.  He didn't have much stamina. He moaned again, this time more loudly, and within a few seconds I felt the his cock swell and twitch as he began blasting out shot after shot.  He groaned, then as soon as it started, suddenly pulled his dick back out of my mouth, releasing several final powerful streams of spunk that splashed all over me-- lips, hair, bridge of my nose, cheek, and even shot up into one eye.  It stung. Cum dripped down off my face onto my chest.  I tried to wipe the goo from his eye. What this guy lacked in endurance, he certainly made up in volume.  Impressive.  Like the guy in Ghostbusters said, "He slimed me.  I feel so funky!"  And he had.  

I wished I had taken my shirt off first.

Gasping for breath, "Fuck yeah!" the boy on the other side of the partition hurriedly pulled his dick back through the hole and stumbled backward, tripping over his pants that were still down around his ankles.  He shakily pulled up his pants and left.  From his reaction, I wondered if he had ever experienced a blowjob before. 

I got up to leave, but another dick slid through the hole.  The guy had to have already been there, like just outside the shower, cause there wasn't time, and I hadn't heard anyone else come in.  This guy has some massive Hispanic meat he was sliding through the glory hole. This guy measured somewhere between seven and a half inches and eight. Even larger than Billy or Ray.  This time I took off my shirt, draping it across the dispenser.  I felt deep guttural moan, as I forward and drew the engorged hairy shaft into my mouth. Because of his thickness I had to stretch open my lips wider and had problems keeping my teeth off this cock.  I had an immediate urge to attempt to take the whole of the guy's shaft down my throat, but I resisted, savoring every vein and curve. Then every few strokes I would try to take more and more of the shaft down my throat,  Sucking Chuck, Billy and Ray I had already gained some mastery over my gag reflex.  The groans I heard when i was swallowing his shank deep into my throat told me in no uncertain terms that he loved what I was doing.

I felt the contour of his head and his downward bending shaft as it slowly slid all the way down my throat. The downward bending shaft made it easier to swallow from my angle. I was feeling pretty proud of myself that I had gotten so good at this.  It was satisfying to feel my mouth and throat hold the engorged shaft of this super-sized cock. The full hairy balls felt good on my chin, making me confident in my accomplishment. Then shortly after his cock buried itself in my throat it actually began pulsing.  It felt like the Hispanic boy's large penis grew suddenly even larger, and I heard him take in several deep breaths before beginning a long series of grunts and exhalations as hard shots of creamy spunk projected down my throat by the next stroke forcing me to swallow hard. He kept fucking my mouth for another four or five strokes.  I swallowed fast, but volley after volley filled my throat and mouth with the spunky taste of his man-seed.  The taste was a familiar one.  So much jism gushed out of the engorged shaft that I couldn't keep up with the volume, and warm thick juice leaked down my chin, forming warm pools of spunk on my hand and forearm, dripping down onto one thigh and onto the floor below.  I heard him leave, and from the silence I realized I was alone in the restroom.

I opened the door to leave just as another guy came running through.  He saw me pretty clearly, and he looked familiar to me.  I knew I had seen him playing basketball outside with the group of guys earlier.  He was shirtless.  Very handsome. Great smile.  "Don't go yet," he said quickly.  "It's my turn."  He motioned for me to go back into the stall as he unzipped his way into the shower. 

He was a talker.  As he slid his dick through the glory hole into my hand, he said, "I know who you are" from the other side of the partition.  I had my mouth about halfway down his shaft when he said it.  "You're from Santo Rosa, the guy with the little dick.  David, right?"  I paused, in shock, and he spoke up again, "Man, don't stop.  Finish me off."  I returned to what I was doing, and in no time at all there was that marked change in breathing followed by all the noises guys make just before they shoot.  He unloaded into the back of my mouth but left his dick there for me to wash clean with my tongue before he pulled it back out.  He didn't leave though, instead he knocked on my stall door, repeating "Hey, open up."

I got to my feet and opened the door, and he was smiling big and friendly, shoving his outstretched hand into mine to shake it.  "You're David, right?"  As he shook my hand he introduced himself, "I'm Kyle.  I saw you at the meet in Harlingen."

I finally remembered to close my slack jaw.  This fucker knew my name.  So much for the anonymity of a glory hole.  Sorting through memories of swim meets it came to me where I had seen him before.  Kyle swam for the Cardinals, and I remembered him in his red speedos.  He was standing next to me on the platform.  I'd placed second; he'd placed third in the 200 Free.  Kyle had been just as personably then too.  And he'd bothered to remember my name.

I think he realized my shock, and smiled even wider.  "No it's cool.  Just this," he said in a more conspiratorial manner, "Do me a solid.  There are still a couple of us wanting a turn in here.  You know?"  he kept his eyes on me.  There was not even the slightest tone of bullying in his voice.  He was all smiles. "I won't say anything about it being you.  I mean I won't." and he crossed his heart with his right hand.  "We good?"

He was staring at me, still smiling, and suddenly I realized he was looking at me expectantly.

"Oh, " I sputtered out when I came to my senses, realizing he was waiting on my response.  "Yeah, we're good." I said more slowly. 

What I was realizing as I spoke was that what he meant was, if I did what he was asking then he would keep quite about my identity.  He hadn't exactly said that, but what was adding up in my head was that if I didn't do it, then he might start talking.  But then again, he might anyway.  He might tell everyone he knew about David the infamous cocksucker from Santa Rosa who sucked off him and all his friends at the park.  Yes he might.  All these thoughts were tumbling through my head in an endless loop.  My heart was beating so fast it felt like it might burst out of my chest, and there was something really big trying to crawl up my throat too.

I think he must have read my face cause he reiterated, "Do me a solid, David.  Were good!  Promise!" He put his finger to his lips as he heard the door to the restroom open. 

We had the door wide open, and before I could get it shut, the guy coming in slowed up by Kyle to look in at me.  He sort of smiled awkwardly and waved as Kyle motioned to him to go on into the shower stall.  Kyle motioned at me and pointed into the shower, lowing his hand to the height of the boys head, and whispering, "My little brother, Charlie."  He reached for my hand again, and then added, "Solid."

Charlie (1993)

I looked over and saw Kyle's little brother shoving his penis through the hole in the partition.  Small, maybe about the same size as mine, and hard as a rock.  I dropped back down on my knees and got to work.  I kept wondering how old he was and that sort of bothered me cause he looked like some guy in elementary school. I didn't have too long to think about it.  He came fast.  After unloading the boy pulled his penis back through the hole, and I heard him and Kyle both leaving.  Kyle had stayed behind.  probably to watch his little brother get his first blow job I bet.  Then another dick slid through almost as fast as the kid took it out.  Again, I never heard this one even come in.  The shocked realization struck me that I bet everyone out there on the court was expecting to take a turn.

After I finished what I thought was the last of them, the door opened one more time and instead of a cock poking through the glory hole there was a knock on the door to my stall.  It was Kyle.

He extended his hand and pushed me back further into the stall and closed the stall door behind him.  He unzipped his jeans and I started to kneel down in front of him, but he pulled me back up and started to pull up my shirt.  I went along with it and removed my shirt myself after he had it up to my chest.  His shirt was already off.  He slid my pants down my legs and I stepped out of them.  I was pitching a pup tent already in a pair of Mark's boxers that I was wearing that day.  "I wanna see it," he said.

I pulled down my boxers and looked up at him to see him looking down at my little dick.  He reached over to grab it and bent it down several times to watch it spring back up to thump against me.  Then I kneeled down in front of him, my ass pushed up against the filthy toilet and went down on him again. 

He lasted a little longer that second time.

He mussed up my hair the same way he had his brother earlier before he zipped up.  "You good?" he asked.  I wasn't sure what he meant, but I nodded and just said "yes".   

He opened the stall door and was standing just outside, "I didn't tell any on them your name, but I had already said I thought your looked familiar, probably a swimmer, before I remembered exactly who you were."  He paused. "I'll keep my word," he said, "but you'll be back here next Saturday, right?  You can play with us--shirts and skins"

"Please." I said.  But it came out more of a question. "I can't have this getting all around," I protested, "I've never done this before."

"I know," he said, "I'd remember you."  There was an awkward silence then Kyle said, "See you next Saturday."

I hesitated.  "Okay," I finally said.

He pointed like he was shooting me with his forefinger.

"Be here!" he said and left.

I watched him leave and got dressed.  I had sucked off as many guys that day than I had in my whole life up until then.  I figured next week I better bring a bag along with some cleaner and a sponge.  

It was a dirty stall and I guessed I'd be spending a lot of time in it.

A few years ago on Nifty, I wrote a fictionalized account of Pee-Wee sucking off the baseball team at glory hole in a high school boy's restroom.  This was the inspiration for that story--not an entire team, just a few guys playing a pick-up game of basketball.