Gloryhole HEAVEN and HELL

Can't help my cock from gettin'hard just about every time I rock-up to a public toilet...no doubt this fetish of mine started when my mum used to waitress at a hotel/bar that housed most all truckers and Railroad workers.

I was around 12 yo at the time...until I graduated from high school. I helped-out every weekend, bussing tables, dishwashing, etc and was familiar with most every regular trucker and RR worker that came through.

These men were rednecks in every way - misogynistic, macho-mouthed, Wrangler-wearing dickheads as stereotyped to perfection in most Hollywood B movies.I loathed these men on the surface yet never missed an opportunity to sneak a peak at their crotches, massive thighs and manly, meaty asses. There was no doubt about it...these were MEN, far removed from their boyish identities. Still, the majority of these guys didn't have a fkn clue about social etiquette or manners as demonstrated by almost any ONE of them at any given time...unapologetically adjusting their underwear to accomodate a growing bulge in tightly packed Wrangler jeans.

This was also my first exposure or acknowledgement of gloryholes as this hotel restroom had a glory hole that had been progressively dug-out over the years, obviously with the intention of having an unobstructed view from a private stall directly into the open urinal adjacent to the toilets. More often than not, mounds of toilet paper would be stuffed with warning to any faggot who dared wait around for cock. The entire stall was covered in inked and carved graffiti…pussy, tits, cock fucking pussy, etc…

On the rare occasion, I’d make a small opening so that I could peer through just enough to watch men unzip, pull out their cocks and piss heavy streams of piss that only beer-drinking can make a man do. I would tremble with fear of being sprung by any of the men, especially since most of the men knew my mum. Like most horny boys, I took my chances and soon there was very little toilet paper filling that glory hole when I locked the stall door behind me.

One Saturday afternoon, I had been sitting on the can for around 10 minutes, jerking-off, reading all the smut covering the wall. Then I heard a loud, drunk voice…deep voice, Texan accent.

He punched open the swinging doors that opened up into the men’s room. The next thing I remember is the sound of one of those huge rodeo buckles being opened and a zipper being ripped down. I looked through cautiously and about shot my load when I saw this 7 or 8 inch, hard as fuck cock turn the corner and start pissing at least 5 feet away from the trough. He just stopped, as if FOR ME, hands behind his back, swaggering back and forth as he painted that entire wall with piss.

The cowboy’s Wranglers and cotton briefs had already fallen halfway down his big white ass…his stream tapered-off but his dick got harder without him laying one finger on it. Next thing I knew, his cock started throbbing and it seems as though he was teasing me on purpose…one, two…pause…three , four and then…he pointed that beast sky-high and blew a massive load, fists clenched on either side, jeans all the way down around his ankles by this point.

I couldn’t believe my luck…I was gonna get away with it…I started pullin’ on my dick without thinking and turned away for a split second…then “WHOMPPP!” The cowboy had leapt up to look over my stall, pants and shorts well over his boots…”Fuckin’ FAGGOT! I’m gonna kick your ass…get out you fucking cocksucker…” He waited…I waited. He kicked the stall a few more times and only stopped because a few other truckers came in to piss and started harassing him for havin’ his pants down.

He told them both to get fucked and deliberately pulled him pants up and tucked his cock away directly in front of the glory hole and let out one last spurt of his, directly through the hole and into my mouth…I waited another hour or so before leaving…

It’s been over 30 years since this incident and I still blow my load fantasizing about that man…and that beautiful, hard, cut cock that he proudly flaunted just because he could.

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The last time I was at a mens room the guy next to me wanted me to put my asshole up to the glory hole,what a feeling ! The I turned and shot my wad !
 
I discovered Glory Holes when iwas around eight years old. I was immediately hooked and have been all my life. Growing up everywhere we went i had to go to the restroom. I had to know if there was a Glory Hole and to read all the nasty graffiti on the toilet stall walls. I hated going to the Horse Racing Tracks with my parents every weekend until I discovered there were Glory Holes in the Men's Restrooms. Then i eagerly went. I would spend the entire day in the stall that had a Glory Hole on each wall. I sucked countless numbers of stranger's Cocks and Swallow every Cum Load spewed into my hungry faggot mouth. I also found Glory Holes in the Bathrooms of the Rodeo Arenas that my mother liked to go to.

It has always amazed me that a horny Male will stick his most Prized body part through a hole and allow an anonymous mouth to suck the Cum from their Balls for free and without any reciprocation on their part. Most Males are straight and pretend that its a sleazy female on the other side. I have always gotten off on usually never seeing the face of the owner of the Cock I'm Sucking. This has allowed me to be able to Suck my own father's Cock through the Glory Holes he frequently used. When was eleven years old, my father's Best Friend Butch figured out that it was me sucking all the Dicks that used most of the gGlor Holes around. This led to me becoming his personal cocksucker, or he threatened to tell my father what i had been doing. My father hated fags. He constantly told me that fags waited around playgrounds to snatch little boys and make them become fags too. Fags were always begging straight men to be allowed to suck their Cocks. He told me that you only used fags when Pussy couldn't be found. Daddy said that if ever found out his son was a faggot, that he would have the police arrest him for being a pervert and take him to jail, where he would be used by convicts until he died.

But it didn't take me long to figure out that I was a faggot and i was created for other males to use when pPuss wasn't available. Nowadays as an Adult I am still going and waiting by Glory Holes to suck every Cock that is pushed through. I can spend hours servicing the Cocks of strangers. I've swallowed such Cum that I go home with nothing but Cum filling my belly. I just get in the mood to just see and pleasure every Cock I can,. I never want any reciprocation. I don't like having my own cock sucked.

I've sent pictures and videos of me sucking Cocks through Glory Holes to my father. So he can see what a faggot his only son is. Two years ago, I confessed to my father that I had been the cocksucker at his favorite Glory Hole in our home town. I also let him know that i had let him fucF my boypussy through Glory Holes and often was watched by Butch who would usually be Face Fucking me at the same time. He told me that hed known for quite some time that I was a cocksucking faggot. He says he's most disgusted that I like sucking Black Cocks the most. So i send pictures and videos so he can see what I was born to be.
 

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