Everyone seems to remember their first everything… from their first kiss, to their first love. Well, mine is a little more slutty. I’ll never forget my first experience at the glory hole.
It was two years ago. I was 18 years old, stepping out of my car and quietly closing the door. The key turning in the lock, before I slowly walked towards the lone toilet block. It was dark, after 9pm and everyone here at the nature park was here for the same thing. There was only one other car in the car park, with what looked like a very straight chav, maybe 19 or 20 years old, smoking a cigarette as the music thumped in his car. The toilet block had a sensor light, so as you approached, it lit the way. Three metal steps led up to two doors, one for the ladies and one for the gents. Clunk, clunk, clunk was audible as I stepped up and began to push the door. A glance back and to the left, showed me the chav trying not to obviously stare at me, but our eyes met for a brief second.
The gates to the car park were supposed to be locked, but had been neglected for so long they were rusted open. A definitive plus for me.
I took four steps into the T-shaped room, and then had to make a decision. Turn to the left and stand at one of the two urinals, or turn to the right and take a seat in the only cubicle. I chose the latter, latching the door behind me and sitting on the closed toilet seat. The glory hole was drilled through the cubicle door itself. It was waist height for a guy approximately 5’8″, but anyone taller had to bend at the knees a little. It was a wide hole, sure to fit even the girthiest of men.
A few minutes passed, until I heard a thump outside. The unmistakable sound of a car door closing. Now I listened carefully, I realised the thump of the chav’s music had ceased. A few more moments passed before the clunk, clunk, clunk of feet on the metal steps followed by the slight creak of the old wooden door as it was pushed open. Footsteps up to the top of the T shape layout until the chav, now visible slightly through the hole walked over to the urinal. Airmax trainers, grey trackie bottoms and a Nike tee all screaming chav.
He stood there for what felt like forever, facing the wall with his crotch to the urinal. But no audible sound of him actually using it. Instead there was a slight skin on skin sound, along with an arm movement that can only be attributed with the slow gentle stroke of a hand wrapped around a dick.
Maybe three minutes passed before he turned around, dick now securely back in his trackies but bulge still apparent, and walked over to the cubicle door. Standing facing the wooden cubicle door, almost like the gloryhole had been made for him as it was the perfect height. His finger traced around the outside of the gloryhole, as I began to hesitate and get the feeling of butterflies in the out of my stomach. But I fought past it. I stood from the seat, and then dropped to my knees, mouth level with the hole. I pushed my face towards the hole until my nose was touching the wood, and then poked my tongue through the hole making sure he could see it.
I moved my head back and peeked through the hole as the chav pulled down on the front of his trackies, revealing a pair of purple Lonsdale boxers with a very obvious bulge in them. He pulled the boxers down slowly, revealing inch after inch of thick, meaty, uncut cock with a tuft of ginger pubes at the top. He was very slow, teasing me as he revealed more and more. When he reached the end of his cock, it sprang free, bouncing up and down as if it was reacting to being released. The boxers fell to his knees where the trackies were, and I could see his balls. Heavy low hangers, clearly with a very big load in there waiting for me.
He took a step forward and began to feed his dick through the glory hole. I stayed back and watched in awe as he pushed inch after inch through. I was simply amazed. It must have been 8.5″ long, 6.5″ in girth and had a slight curve to the left. He was uncut with a long foreskin that still slightly covered the head of his dick when he was hard. The head was slightly narrower than the shaft, giving it an almost torpedo like shape. Tentatively I moved closer to it, and wrapped one hand around it to give a few gentle strokes before pulling the foreskin all the way back. Before I could think anymore, I wrapped my lips around the spongey head and got my first taste of his amazing dick.
It felt so big in my mouth, but from the first taste it was amazing. An equal measure of sweetness and saltiness, perhaps the sweetness of his dick mixed with the saltiness of his pre-cum. His body was pressed against the cubicle door, hands on the top of the door holding on, feet slightly under the cubicle door and close to my knees.
I opened wide and worked my mouth down the shaft, trying to teach myself how to suck such a big dick. It hit the back of my throat a few times, and I gagged each time but that didn’t seem to bother him. I always like getting sloppy blowjobs so that’s what I always try and give. My head bobbing up and down the hung thick dick as I hear him grunt and moan. Saliva coating him as I get it good and sloppy, letting a little run down my chin. I didn’t care if I looked a mess, I was being a slut and I know my place.
Sloppy sucking noises weren’t enough to make me self conscious. I carried on sucking him as deep as I could, deep throating the biggest cock I’d experienced. I went to town on it, giving it all I could. I matched my mouth movements with my hand, stroking the shaft in rhythm to the sucking. And it was clearly having an effect on him. The straight looking chav was shaking, I could hear the door shaking as his body gave away the sheer ecstasy he was experiencing as an 18 year old guy sucked his hung cock like a pro.
It felt like an eternity, but I loved every single second. My jaw ached, but let’s face it, anyone sucking such a big cock would have suffered the same jaw ache. It was a small price to pay for such a horny time for a cock whore like me.
After nearly 15 minutes of sucking, not letting up, I felt his cock pull back slightly, the shaking on the door got a little more pronounced. I sucked harder. Deeper. I moved my hand off and sucked as deep as I could, then I was rewarded. I felt him shoot spurt after spurt of thick, sweet creamy cum deep down my throat. I barely had to swallow he was so deep. I kept sucking, milking every single drop out of his cock. He was shaking, and the door was rattling. I heard moans, groans and ‘oh fucks’ from the other side of the door.
His cock began to go limp in my mouth, as I took one last suck and then released him from my mouth. I licked my lips as he pulled his cock back through the hole. The Lonsdale boxers were pulled back up, followed by the trackies. A hushed ‘thanks for that fella’ before footsteps back to the door. I heard the door open and one clunk on the metal steps, but that was it. I guessed he must have jumped down hence the one clunk. I stood up and straightened my jeans, a pronounce bulge from my own long, thick and hard uncut cock.
I unlocked the cubicle door, and walked towards the door to walk back to my car. When I opened the door, he was there. The straight looking chav who I’d just sucked off. He looked at me, my eyes locked onto him as he smoked his cigarette. He held it up to me and I took it from him, taking a few drags of it before handing it back to him. “You liked that?” He asked me. I responded shyly “I did, you taste amazing”. A slight smile spread across his face as he proudly announced “Well, I was fucking my girlfriend, but her parents came home early before I got to cum, so I had to get out of there. I was passing so thought I’d give it a go.” My response of “oh, was it the lube I could taste?” led to a bigger smile from him.
“Nope, no lube. No rubber. That was my girlfriends pussy you could taste on me.” He said. I replied quickly “Delicious. See you around.” The two clunks as I stepped down the metal steps pierced the silence as I walked back to my car. Leaving the hung, straight chav stood there to finish smoking his cigarette. I got back into my car and drove away. The taste of his cock and his girlfriends pussy still in my mouth, and a stomach full of his cum.
I drove home, knowing that the gloryhole was going to quickly become one of my favourite places. The ideal place for any cock whore desperate for another mouthful of cock and cum.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6iqthi/my_first_visit_to_the_gloryhole_mm_gay_gloryhole