Look, I don't think I'm all that unusual. I think that there are at least a few men out there like me. What's that mean? Well, here's what I am talking about -- you tell me if you identify with me, okay?
I hit my twenties in the beginning of the 70's. I smoked pot. I experimented with other drugs. And I actively explored my sexuality. Somewhere I read a challenge by some women -- "if you think cock sucking is all that easy, go ahead and try it." And, of course, that also got applied to anal sex -- the things guys seemed to forever be asking for from women. I bet you can guess the next part of things, can't you?
That's right, I discovered glory holes somewhere around then, and after sticking my dick through once or twice and loving it, I decided the anonymity was perfect for testing out the theory and accepted the challenged. I'd learned enough of the subtle signals by then, so armed with a roll of quarters (it was the era before tokens) I entered a booth I knew had a hole. After pumping in money, I spent some time changing the videos until I found something that caught my attention, and settled in to wait. I kept my eye on the hole and the room next to me and watched the video.
The lighting changed next door and I heard the door close. I heard the sounds of coins dropping in the box, and the light changed again as the films came on. Then the guy stepped back and his legs were visible. I listened hard and heard a zipper go down and leaned forward. He had his cock in his hand although details were hard to determine, both because of the lighting and because I wasn't going to expose my face. What I did do wasp rub my fingers on the wall at the bottom of the hole, and watched as he turned towards me and positioned himself to put his cock through.
This was it. Did I have the courage? The questions were starting to pile up in mind my like a car wreck when the head of very stiff cock came through the wall, my mouth opened and within seconds I had this amazing, living dick in my mouth. With my eyes closed I used my tongue and mouth to explore it and it became my world. There was taste -- salty traces of something. There was feel -- the glans was similar to mine but somehow different and I wanted to trace it and quantify it. Above all, it felt natural and somehow wonderful. When he pumped his hips, I took the hint and began to apply everything I had seen and read and felt. I took his cock as deep into my mouth as I could before I bumped up against the wall. I reached up with my hands to caress his balls (bigger than mine, but completely smooth -- I remember being surprised) and I began the active work of delivering a blowjob he would remember.
I think I wanted to prove that old tale that men give better blowjobs than women because we have the same equipment. (By that logic, of course, women must be audacious when it comes to orally satisfying their brethren, but so far none have confided in me either way.) I was using what I knew of what felt good to me to direct my cock sucking. It didn't take very long until his hips thrust forward, I heard a moan and my mouth was flooded with his hot ejaculate. That was memorable -- trying at once to swallow it, savor it, examine it for taste and texture, and all at the same time setting aside any concerns I had. I still remember the sensations. I remember his flesh rod jumping and pumping, the pulsing of the tube on the underside as it delivered his cum, the force of the hot liquid entering my mouth and being swallowed. As he finished and withdrew his rapidly shrinking tool, I remember noticing that my own cock was harder than I ever remember it being.
Then he was out of my mouth and hurriedly composing himself before exiting his booth with a whispered "that was great." I sat back on my heels and marveled at what I had just done. I had given a guy a blow job and swallowed his cum. It wasn't disgusting -- it was exhilarating, actually! And, as I was working all that out, the door next door opened and another lower portion of a man came into view. This time I heard him unzip before the coins were dropped into the box and saw him turn immediately towards me and thrust a much bigger cock through the hole. There was no hesitation on my part. I opened my mouth and this time was amazed at how thick and long his cock was.
That one was a real challenge. A workout. He had a big cock and now I know he was simply experienced at prolonging his pleasure. Back then, however, all I knew was that he wasn't cumming and I had to work harder. My hands went to his balls, and then one took hold of his shaft and began to jerk on it. I forced him as deep into my mouth as I could without gagging, my tongue continuing to explore his hot meat. A whispered voice from his side set my blood boiling:
"That's it faggot! Suck my cock!"
I remember it felt like a switch had been thrown in my brain, and now I was doing everything I could to make him happy. I pressed forward and he popped past my gag point, into my throat. I used my hand to separate his balls from his body as if I was a band of leather or rubber. I was out for one thing and one thing only -- I wanted him to blast his hot cum into me and leave having had the blow job of his life! Almost as soon as I realized that I felt his balls draw up towards his body, into my hand, and then he let loose with stream after stream of hot cum. He groaned and moaned as it flowed.
