First Time Glory Hole

When I was 14, there was a small department store in our town of 25,000. I had been sent there to pick up something or other for my mom. While there, I had to go to the bathroom. I sat down in the stall and noticed a pretty huge hole between the 2 stalls. I could tell that an old man was watching me and it made me hard pretty quick. He noticed and used his hand to wave me over to the hole. I could see through the hole that he, too, was hard and he had a really thick one compared to my 8th grade weenie. I stood up and figured out what he wanted. Being so hard, it made me horny and I couldn't stop myself. I put my shaft into the hole and it instantly felt warm and wet as he started to suck it. Before I knew it, I started having a tremendous orgasm and my goo was shooting into this old man's mouth. He took it all. I had been masturbating since I was 12, but hadn't done anything like that with anyone.

I immediately got dressed and walked out of the bathroom, out of the store and walked home thinking, "what the hell just happened?" Nothing like that happened again with men until I was 18 and started visiting peep show booths. It was nice to be young and having all the men want you.

Thinking back, I wish I'd been even hornier and more willing to experiment because a lot of men would have liked to have been able to suck off a 14 yo boy and to have me suck them off and watch them squirt. I probably could have made a lot of money but I know I'd have had a lot of fun. Maybe a few would have taken me home for their wives.

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by Anonymous on Nov 8, 2020 at 11:06 AM

I enjoyed being tied up and m****ted when I was thirteen, by a neighbor "friend of the family" so trusted by my naive parents, since he was a teacher, that they accepted his offer to baby-sit me when they went on a cruise, one summer. I grew to love the imaginative total-enclosure bondage he introduced me to, and when eventually he began to feel guilty for some reason, I was desperate enough to threaten him with being revealed, unless he kept it up at every possible opportunity. When I reached eighteen, I left home, and he moved too, and we set up as father--son in a different state, and were together for years, until he died in a car crash. Been looking for a sadistic enough replacement for years now...

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