The Gloryhole Waiting Room, part 1
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This is about the first time that I started sucking dick at the gloryhole. With a line of over 15 men waiting to use the hole, and growing each minute, I guess you could say I was thrown into the deep end of the pool. What's more, I was being filmed doing it.
But let me give you some background. I was 18. All I could think about was sex. From the boys in my class to my male teachers--all I could think about was guys. And I usually fantasized was how great it would be suck their dicks. But that never happened. I was much too scared to try anything. But my want, even need, for it kept growing. In retrospect, I really needed someone who could help me break out of my shell. And luckily I was soon to meet that person.
The other thing that you need to know is the first time I learned about glory holes. I remember I was at a mall with a group of guys. And when I went to use the restroom, I noticed that there was a hole in the stall. You could see right through to the other one. The mall was in a bad part of town, and I was just so naive that I thought that maybe the place was falling apart. Like maybe a handle had fallen off. Later on I joked about it to one of my friends. He did not know that I was gay or might have any interest in such a thing. However, he did know what a glory hole was. He got this mischievous grin on his face and jokingly said, Gross dude! He explained that the hole was for a guy to stick his dick through, and for another guy to suck it.
I was kind of blown away by that. I had not ever heard of anything that inventive in relation to sex. And there was something so appealing about a perfect stranger sticking his penis through the hole, waiting for you to pleasure it, that I couldn't stop thinking about it. That night was the first one of many that I jerked off thinking about being on my knees in front of a hole like that. And the more I fantasized about gloryholes, the more elaborate the fantasy became. Like I was not just servicing one guy, but sometimes two or three, or even a whole line of guys.
But I knew that was a ridiculous fantasy. I was way too shy. I did not go back to that hole nor did I act on my desires for other guys. I was too nervous about how it would be received. But later that year, about six months later, I turned 18. I figured this was something of a turning point for me, that it might be time for me to get out of my shell. At the same time, I had discovered the personals section on Craigslist. I would often get very horny just reading the message boards. So one day I was looking at the personals, just kind of scrolling, and I saw one that caught my eye.
The title said, Looking for Glory Hole Cocksucker. As I started to read the description, my heart beat a little bit faster. It said, I am a handsome, 50 year old guy and it has always been my fantasy to watch a younger guy suck cock at a glory hole. So I constructed a GH on one of my properties. It has all the amenities that both the guy servicing and the guy being serviced might need. It is a great way for you to explore your sexuality, especially if you are younger and this is new to you. The only catch is that you would have to let me watch. If this interests you, please send me a message with your picture and we can arrange a meeting.
I felt extremely nervous, even anxious. I wasn't sure about meeting an older guy under these pretexts. However, the more I thought about it, the more I realized it was kind of perfect. I didn't have to risk being rejected by a guy at school. Nor did I have to try this at a public place where I could get in trouble. And the best part was that I got to actually try a glory hole! I had been fantasizing nonstop about them since I first learned what one was. So I thought, What the heck. I snapped a selfie. When I looked at it, I saw a young guy with shaggy blond hair, long eyelashes, blue eyes, nice thick lips, and a boyish face. I sent that picture along to the guy with the personals ad. It read: Hello, my name is Kevin. I am an 18-year-old guy and I am interested in what you proposed. If this is serious, I would be interested in talking more. Oh, and here is a picture just in case you want to see what I look like.
I almost instantly received a reply. The guy said that his name was Bill, and he was hoping that we could chat on the phone. He sent his number along. At this point I was living with my parents, but they were out for the afternoon. And so I nervously picked up my cell phone and dialed the numbers. It rang twice and then I heard a voice on the other end of the line pick up. I said, Hi, umm, this is, umm, Kevin, I'm calling you about the ad that you posted?
There was a short pause, and then the guy said, Kevin! I am so glad you called. I had a few people say they would reach out and never heard from them. Well, I'm actually glad that you did reach out. I thought your picture was very cute. So let me ask you, what makes you interested in the ad?
I swallowed deeply and then responded in a tremulous voice, Well, the ad seemed to be just what I was looking for. Ever since I learned what a glory hole was I wanted to try it. But I'm pretty nervous and shy. I definitely don't want to do that in public. So I thought that your ad might be a way for me to try it in a safe, private space.
Bill laughed and said, Good, good! That is what I am hoping to hear from a young guy. As the conversation progressed, I realized Bill was super friendly. He told me he had helped a few other guys learn at the hole. He said this was perfectly normal for a young guy like me to want to explore. What's more, I would get to learn the best techniques for pleasuring all sorts of men, all in a safe space. He said that one way to think about it is an educational experience. Just like you might need an internship to learn how to become good at a job, this would be like an internship to become good at a blowjob. He laughed and said it was good for him too--he loved watching a young guy discover himself as a cocksucker.
He then said that he had a few questions for me. First, he wanted to know if I was expecting just to suck one guy's penis, or several.
At this point I was becoming more excited than nervous, and more comfortable with Bill, and I just decided to be honest. I told him I really wanted to suck several. He said, Oh, that's good to hear Kevin, but I have to ask, do you mean 2 or 3, or more than that? I was getting more and more excited, and so I thought I would be a little playful: How many can you find me? I asked. Bill didn't skip a beat: He said, Oh, I am pretty sure I can find, let's just say, more than enough...
Then he said he had a pretty intimate question. He hoped I wouldn't be embarrassed. But he needed to know what would happen once a guy erupted into orgasm between my lips. You see, he said, it can take a new cocksucker back a bit when their mouth starts to fill up with cum. And so he needed to know, would I be willing to take it inside my mouth? And would I spit or swallow?
That was an easy one. The idea that my mouth might fill with cum really excited me. I said I thought that I would like a guy to jizz in my mouth, and that I would like to swallow. It just feels like the right thing to do.
He said that was really good, that's what he wanted to hear. He told me I should follow my intuition about that, because he bet that the more I tasted, the more I would come to love it. The last thing he asked was, would I like to go see the hole today? At this point I couldn't wait. He said great, he would come pick me up if that was OK. I gave him my address and waited by the door.
In about 20 minutes, a dark BMW pulled up outside of my house. It was late fall, so I pulled on a sweater. My blonde mop of hair was tussled in the wind as I opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. This man wasn't lying, he was indeed handsome. He reached over and shook my hand and said, Hey, Kevin, nice to meet you. And then: Wow, you are even cuter in person! I shook his hand and we exchanged pleasantries.
But things quickly took a turn. And not in the direction that I thought they would. He started to ask me if I had a job anywhere. I said that I occasionally shoveled snow but had not been able to find any part time work. I told him that I was looking forward to going to school next year, and I was a little bit worried about how I was going to pay for it. I started to wonder why he was asking me these questions, and it wasn't too long before he clarified.
He said, Look Kevin. I haven't told you the whole story. Everything I told you about the glory hole is true. Including me enjoying watching. But the thing is that I'm not the only guy who would be watching. You see, I run a webcam business. So I would film you on your side of the hole. And other guys would get to enjoy watching you online. He quickly added: Now before you say no, I just wanna let you know a little bit about the pay structure. Basically, you will get $100 an hour. It's a better deal than most jobs a young guy can find. And, what's more, you will be learning to do something you love.
He looked over to see how I was taking this. And I think he must have been impressed. Because, actually, I was taking it incredibly well. The idea that I could get paid for doing this thing that I thought about constantly was incredibly exciting. Sure, I was little intimidated about the sheer number of men. And I was a little bit nervous about these videos existing of me... But I guess in my horniness the numbers excited me. And in my youthful naivete I thought only guys who like this stuff would be watching anyway. So why not? I smiled at Bill and told him it didn't bother me at all. In fact, the idea of getting paid sort of excited me more, and I could use the cash.
He just said, Kevin, you are a truly impressive young man.
We drove for about 20 minutes, about two towns over. It was an industrial area. There were a lot of auto mechanic shops and storage facilities. We pulled over to a small building. He put up the emergency brake and said that this was it. We got out and went over to a side door. Inside, it wasn't very impressive. It was a just small room. A few monitors were set up in a corner. In the middle of the wall opposite the door, I noticed a hole in the wall. The hole appeared well thought out. It was about the size of a baseball and had some leather with studs placed along the rim. There was even a slight groove at the bottom where it looked like the guy sucking could rest his chin. Near the hole was an armless secretarial chair and a small table. Bill told me a take a seat and check it out. I sat in the chair and wheeled myself up to the hole. I peered through, but the other side was quite dark. I imagined it was unlikely that I would be able to see much if anything of the men on the other side. Bill had that friendly dad-like smile, and just said, You look like a natural there kid.
There was also a leather pad leaning against the wall--I figured it was one that I could kneel on. And then there was a table to the right with some tissues, hand sanitizer, lip balm, a strange device I did not quite understand, and a bottle of water. I also noticed that there were three cameras. One was to my left, aimed to film my face at the hole. The other was a small camera on the floor beneath the hole, pointed up, and the third was on the ceiling, pointed down. I was impressed how well-thought out this was.
He then told me to follow him. We went around the small building to the other side. I realized then that the small building had been partitioned in two. And it had a door on the opposite side. He unlocked the door on that other side and we went in. Inside, I did not immediately see a hole. Instead, I saw some monitors and porn magazines and also several folding plastic chairs. There was a table with snacks and bottled water. Also a bowl of pills with the label "Viagra." He wasn't lying, it definitely had all the amenities a guy could need.
Beyond that there seemed to be an alcove, and I followed Bill over to it. When I looked in, I saw the leather-rimmed hole. The hole clearly opened to the other room that we had just been in. Bill explained that in order to keep a steady line at the hole, there had to be a waiting area. So usually 5 to 10, sometimes even 15 guys, waited in that area. There's often porn playing on the monitors, both straight and gay. We then walked outside the alcove, back into the waiting area, and he showed me a sign that read, First Come, First Cum.
He said that the waiting area is actually one of the best parts. The guys love hearing the one ahead of them moaning and getting sucked off. It excites them more. They are given very little information about the guy on the other side of the hole, and often try to guess what the guy looks like or how old he is. Sometimes they even take bets, and one of them wins when the video is released. He said, they often cheer each other on. Now, you might occasionally hear them call you a name you don't like, like slut or fag. But I would just ignore it. They mean well and are just having a good time.
I then asked how he would find these guys. He laughed again, but not in a mean way. He said, the thing is, he knew a lot of men who wanted their dicks sucked anonymously. Like a lot, a lot. From local ads, to a Grindr profile, to his connections from working in this business, he could find dozens to form a steady line. All sorts of guys would participate. It could be dads who are dropping their kids off at soccer practice, jocks, businessmen, college guys, construction workers--it was really all sorts of guys who wanted their dick sucked at a glory hole. The only thing it needed was a young cute guy who was willing to help them out.
Bill then told me that he had tried this with a couple of different actors. And far and away, the comments from fans were that they wanted to see a young inexperienced guy work the hole. They wanted to see dozens of guys run an oral train on a young guy like me. So if I was ready to pleasure a lot of men, he could make it happen, almost a steady line at the hole for several hours at a time. And what could I say? My pants were tight, my heart was racing, and my mouth was watering. I was so excited that there was nothing that could stop me from giving an enthusiastic yes. I almost hugged him I was so excited.
He then gave a few more details. Basically, we would consider this like a job. He would drive me over and we would get started at noon the following Saturday. He would run the invitations, ensuring a steady and seamless line. He said that he had a few ideas to make things more creative in future shots, but that we would focus on those when the time came. For now, we would keep it straightforward, just an 18 year old working the gloryhole. During the time I was working, it could be treated like a job. There were a few rules or policies he wanted me to remember. One was that I could take a 10 minute break here and there, but no major breaks. Two, because it needed to be filmed, it was really important to have a money shot. Once the guy started coming, I needed to open my mouth as wide as I can, pull back, and let him shoot inside my mouth to fill it.
Third was what he called the open zipper policy. If a cock was sticking through the hole, I was expected to service it. All of the guys would be screened before the shoot, so there really was no reason not to suck someone. And he didn't want to develop a bad reputation for the company. If a certain penis did not look appealing, he said, think of it as a learning experience.
And the fourth rule was the no hands policy. He said that too often guys at the hole would get lazy, and they would start jacking the guys off. He said that was not the purpose of the hole. I needed to work on my oral skills, using my tongue and lips to stimulate the penis. Occasionally it was ok to use hands, but he said he wanted that kept to a minimum.
He asked me if I thought I could agree to all of that, and I said I could happily do it. He said great, and told me to fill out a few pieces of paperwork.
As we were leaving, he opened his desk drawer and pulled out a book. What's this, I asked.
He said he had a bit of homework for me to study. It was one that he created, and the title said "Home Décor." I was confused until I opened it, and realized the title was just to keep things discrete. The real title of the book was "The Art of the Gloryhole Blowjob." I flipped through it and saw several diagrams and instructions. All of the diagrams were sketches of different dicks sticking though a hole, with arrows and bullet points. Bill explained that this was not something I should worry too much about at this point. But he thought it might help me to know a few techniques before my first day. He told me to just fold it into the rest of my studies at school, and read maybe a chapter a day.
Most of the week I couldn't sleep. All I could think about was the hole. Pressing my face to it. Resting my chin on it. Opening my mouth to let a stranger stick his penis in. Pulling back so that it could shoot its load... I would often wake up in the middle of the night with what seemed like a permanent hard-on. The idea that it wouldn't only be one stranger's penis, but that he would leave, and then another stranger would come, and then another stranger after that. And I had agreed to take all of them, no matter what. The open zipper policy, as Bill called it.
During those early morning hours, I would grab the book. I was keeping it hidden under my mattress. I would pull it out and read about a new technique. The book was broken into chapters. The first one was Types of Dicks. It featured long, thick, small, cut, uncut, the mushroom head, the short and long foreskin. Each had descriptions of how to offer special attention to that particular type, and things to watch out for. For instance, with the thick penis, it was advised to be especially careful of the teeth. For the uncut dick, it was advised to use the tongue to try to pull the foreskin back.
The second chapter was How to Use Your Mouth. It had several different techniques. I flipped to one: the twister. With this technique, you insert the penis halfway into your mouth. Then you pull away with a slight twist of the head while sucking. This gives a powerful sucking sensation to the guy receiving the blowjob. It said this was particularly good for when he appears ready to climax.
The third chapter was Cuming. I opened to one of those pages. It had a hand drawn cock poking through a hole, a guy's mouth an inch away, and sperm shooting into the guy's mouth. I read the description: "Often, the man receiving the blowjob will not give warning. Instead, you will feel a warm liquid suddenly shoot volley after volley at the back of your throat. Your mouth will then quickly start to fill up. At this point, you should steady the penis, pull back a few inches with mouth open as wide as possible until he has finished ejaculating. Lick any remaining come from the head of his cock."
The fourth chapter of the manual was Common Types of Feedback. This was mostly about things the men would say from the other side of the hole. It was broken into praise, critique, special requests, slurs, and swearing. I turned to the slurs section. It read, "Remember, many men are stimulated by calling the person performing oral sex slurs. It is important to remember this is not criticism. Instead, it is a way for him to further stimulate himself. Some of the slurs you can expect to be called are: Slut, fag, cum dump, cocksucker. Often it will be used in a sentence, such as `That's it, slut, take my cock.' The best thing to do when you receive this feedback is to refocus on your technique."
At first I was a little overwhelmed by the information. However, the more I studied the pages, the more I got more excited. I couldn't wait to put the theory into practice. And the fact that I would get paid for doing this was icing on the cake.
Finally, Saturday morning arrived. I tried to get ready. I made sure to shave the little peach fuzz I had on my lip so that the guys wouldn't feel any stubble. This really wasn't an issue anyway, because I barely had any facial hair. I was almost completely hairless. But I wanted to do my best to make my mouth as enjoyable for the guys as possible. Once I was done, I sat down to wait for Bill to get me. My dad was working and my mom was out all day at a baby shower, so I didn't have to worry about them.
I decided to spend a little time studying the hole again. This was the last and shortest section. It had an image of the studded leather hole with a detailed description under it. I skipped over the part about its size and lighting situation. I wanted to learn more about how to use the chin rest. It said, "Remember, if you become tired, the chinrest is there to help you continue working. You can simply place you chin there, open your mouth, and let the guy do the work. If keeping your jaw open for that long becomes tiring, there is an invisible dental apparatus that you can use. It gently and discretely keeps your jaw open wide enough to accommodate all but the largest dicks. That way, you can literally rest your chin, with your mouth open, and let as many men use the hole until you are ready to resume actively sucking."
I was really curious about all of those details, and was just about to read more, when Bill pulled up in his BMW. I slammed the book shut and stuck it into my backpack. Bill opened the door and I slid in. He smiled and said, Did you finish all of your homework? You know there will be a test before you can start.
Really? I said, suddenly worried I might not be able to pass it.
He then started to laugh, and I realized he was joking. Listen kid, he said, don't worry too much about all of that. It will start to make sense when you are doing it. The book is just meant as a guide. And you might even be able to add your own techniques to the book after you do it for a while.
In almost no time we arrived at the building. When we drove by the side of the building where the guys would go in, Bill slowed down. I noticed that there were several cars outside. Maybe as many as 15. Another one was pulling up and a guy got out and walked to the door of the waiting area. I did not see his face, but he looked husky, was wearing jeans, a light jacket, and a ball cap. He walked up to the door, looked cautiously around, and went in.
Bill said that when the notice went out that the company would be introducing a new star, so many guys said that they wanted to be first in line that they had to make a que. Not every guy who wanted to come today could get a slot. So you already got a crowd waiting for you. I could feel my briefs getting tighter when he said this. Just think, 15 guys, all with a hard dick, just waiting to cum in my mouth!
He said that the good news was that we weren't going to park on that side, so I didn't have to worry about any of them seeing me. We pulled around and parked right next to the door on the other side. The two of us walked into the room where I would be working all afternoon. Inside there was another guy, this one in his early 40s. He was tall and slender and had wavy dark hair and a friendly face. Bill introduced him as Pete. Pete walked up and gave me a firm handshake. Hi Kevin, it's a pleasure to meet you. If you need anything today, I will be running interference between you and the guys. So just let me know. I am going to head over there now and get your first cock on deck.
After he left, Bill then put his hand on my shoulder and asked, how are you feeling?
I looked at the hole and the cameras and took a deep swallow. I smiled but I must have looked worried. He said listen, you are going to do great. These guys are going to love you. They all know that this is the first time that you have ever performed oral sex, and they think that's actually a good thing. There is nothing to be worried about. They want to be the ones to break you in and teach you how to suck dick.
I said thanks. I was really glad that I had found someone so generous who would help me with this. I sat down in the armless secretarial chair and took a couple of deep breaths. I looked at the few things on my table: the bottle of water, the tissues, the chapstick. And then I also noticed what looked like the dental guard that would prop open my mouth later. I took a deep breath, and reached for the lip balm and smeared it on. Funny, I could have sworn I heard someone yell, Oh yeah, he's ready to take it, from the other side. But how would they know? I must have imagined it.
Bill pushed the button on a walkie talkie, and said, Pete, tell the first guy to step up to the batter's box. After a few seconds, Pete responded, he's standing at the hole.
Bill then looked at me. OK, we're ready, Kevin, the cameras are rolling. There's already a guy on the other side. When you want to start, flip the panel. Bill winked and then added: Kevin, good luck with that first dick. You were meant for this.
TO BE CONTINUED...