Story of glory

I got a little more confident as time went by and was able to really take some cocks into my mouth and throat. I got into the habit of peering out the hole at the men who came in and I recognized several of them — neighbors, mostly, but once I sucked off my math teacher and also the youth minister at my church. The teacher had a six-inch cock with an extra-bulbous head; the youth minister’s cock was very thick and about seven inches long, with a little hair at the base of the shaft.
When the AIDS scare came down in the early 1980s, I was about seventeen. I was ready to graduate from high school and I had been visiting the glory hole regularly to suck and be sucked for five years. But once I heard about this “gay cancer” that you got by being around homosexuals, I quit going to the glory hole altogether. I had been dating girls for a while though, so I had other sexual outlets. I didn’t visit another glory hole for over ten years.

In 1996, I took a civilian job at an Army base in my state. Imagine my surprise and excitement when I found a big glory hole in the bathroom near my office. I struggled to remember the etiquette as I sat there on the toilet, but when a muscular officer came into the stall next to mine and started playing with his hard dick, I knew what to do. I stuck my finger through the hole and beckoned him. He stuck his big thing through the hole and I immediately started worshipping it, really sucking hard on that huge hard cock. It took me a while to get him to cum, but when he did I swallowed it all.
By the time the officer left I was trembling with the thrill of it all. I was already fantasizing about coming back the next day and spending my whole lunch hour in here eating protein.