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When I Was A Kid
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Bi-Sexual Male / 26
My Own Private Glory Hole
My family was dirt poor and so when my dad got the opportunity to lease a huge apartment dirt cheap he went for it. The apartment was actually the only residential unit in a two block radius. Every other unit was industrial or commercial of one kind or another. Our building was four stories and we were on the third and fourth floors of our building. The first floor consisted of two stores, an adult book store and a newsstand, the second floor was a some sort of an import, export business and bail bondsman office. We would walk up to the third floor (no elevator) then that and the fourth floor was our apartment. A living room, dining room, kitchen and laundry and half bath on the third floor and three bedrooms and two full baths and a spare room on the fourth floor with roof access and the roof served as our backyard so to speak. Basically we had the top half of the building. The neighborhood was the kind that you didn't really want to walk down the street after dark. The previous owner of the building had converted two office levels into an apartment for himself and used the 2nd floor as office space and rented out the two store fronts.
The back of our building was attached to another building behind it that was on the next street that I was not allowed to go to. My parents simply said it was off limits with no explanation. But at 12 I was the curious type and ignored rules if it meant learning some dark secret. So the moment I had the chance I took a stroll around the block and found a little blue neon sign on the wall next to the door to the building behind ours. It said "REGENCY SPA AND BATHHOUSE" and that was it. No explanation. No windows. Just one door and nothing but brick wall from one end of the building to the next. Across the street was a parking lot with a sign that read "SPA PARKING ONLY, ALL OTHERS $100 A DAY." So that was the great mystery and at 12 I hadn't a clue what any of it was about so I finished my stroll, went home and into my room and straight up onto the internet to see what I could find out. That was an epiphany to say the least. I already knew I was bisexual though never said a word to anyone about it. I just figured I was bi since there were boys in my school that I wanted to see naked and to make out with and there were girls in my school that I wanted to see naked and to make out with. I didn't have a preference but being with a guy was naughtier and naughtier translated into more erotic so much of my sexual fantasy thoughts surrounded gay sex. Truth be told, in a perfect world I could have sex with guys and girls in a bisexual orgy every night and do it with an audience of perverted adults. But I digress.
So after about a three hour research into what a bathhouse was and various definitions of the euphemism "spa." I realized what exactly was behind our building and why and now I also knew why I could hear techno music through my walls late into the night ever night. I didn't mind, I liked the sound but my parents had to soundproof their bedroom which is at the front end of the building. There was something else that I learned. Our roof top deck abutted their roof top deck AND their fifth floor. The Bathhouse occupied all four levels of that building and half a fifth level. The two were side by side with the stairwell to ours opening up adjacent to the fifth level of the bathhouse. There was also a six foot wall between the two decks but on our side was a ledge running across the back that I could step up onto to look over the fence. After dark our whole street was dark since there were no street lights and the bathhouse kept their deck dim so I could look over the wall down onto whatever was going on without being clearly seen. The first time I did this I saw about thirty naked men enjoying an orgy. I found out about it by hearing all the moaning and groaning and grunting going on around ten at night one Sunday night. My mother hated heights so she never went out onto the roof. I loved the view in both the front and rear direction.
Then one night while peeping on the action I noticed a partition separating two parts of the deck and one guy stuck his dick through the hole and the other was on the other side of the partition on his knees sucking. I was excited at the idea because it gave me an idea. I had never had blow job before being only 12 years old but I'd seen enough gay porn on the internet to know I wanted one badly and didn't care which gender did the sucking as long as it was a mouth on my dick and I didn't need to jerk off to get off just once. The only problem was there was no hole in the wall between the two decks and it was brick and about four inches thick. During the day I searched the entire wall for any kind of weak spot that I could exploit but found none. So I set out to create one. I went back on the internet and looked up ways to cut into a brick wall. I invented an excuse to use a masonry saw for a school science project and used that to convince my Dad to rent one and he was so proud when I said that once he taught me how to use it I wanted to do my project without his help. It helped a lot that the bathhouse deck was completely deserted in the late morning that next Saturday so I set up the saw and cut a hole three bricks wide and my height. I then installed a 16 inch wide sheet of three quarter inch plywood my Dad got me for my "science project." and that I had cut beforehand and had pre installed screws like my Dad taught me and all I needed was to drill into the bricks on each side and install anchors and the frame and attach the plywood with the studs on my side. I could easily stand between the two studs and it gave the person on the other side plenty of room as well. I had also painted the plywood the color of the bricks which weren't so much red as a brownish orange. I even painted the mortar to look the same as bricks figuring that the manager might not notice, at least I hoped not. Finally came the hole. I used a 3" hole saw to cut the hole not because I am lucky enough to need a hole that big but I wanted to make sure there was enough room for an adult hand to reach in and touch me in the naughtiest way (hopefully). I wanted to be touched sexually so badly I'd have walked barefoot across broken glass just to feel a man's hand inside my underwear. It also is what motivated me to engage in such an ambitious project for a 12 year old but I had done a lot of minor construction projects around the apartment with my Dad so I was not a complete stranger to power tools or construction design. I helped my Dad install shelving in Moms walk in closet and then I did it by myself in my own closet. The only really challenging part of the project was carrying that heavy piece of plywood up two flights of stairs.
I was done before the sun went down. Knowing that neither of my parents would go up on the roof and that they never bothered me once my homework was done, I was completely confident that no one on our side was going to catch me. So I stripped naked leaving on only my flip flops and stuck my throbbing little dick through my home made glory hole and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And Waited.
Nothing happened. Absolutely nobody noticed Saturday night. All that work and planning and scheming and not one lick. My dick was desperate for a mouth, a hand, an ass, any warm flesh that wasn't mine would do.
Sunday night I tried again and again nothing. This went on every night until the next Friday and then it happened. I heard a loud exclamation "WHAT THE...?" and then I felt the hand softly and gently but firmly grip my erection. A finger pushed under to rub against my little balls. I was in heaven. Or so I thought. Feeling a new pleasure is often so overwhelming that one can't even fathom that it could get better.
It got better. After about ten minutes of bliss that was almost enough to make me cum the hand was replaced by a very experienced and affectionate mouth. It probably took me all of about 90 seconds to cum in his mouth. It was the best cum of my life. Of course I had only been cuming (via my own hand) for the previous three months, less than a hundred times. So I hadn't had enough experience to know how good it could get.
That first mouth had actually belonged to a relatively unskilled guy as I learned over time. for the next six years I enjoyed nightly blow jobs and often more than one in a night.
I was 13 when I got it into my head that I might actually enjoy reciprocating. So one night I sat down on the ledge and looked into the hole and soon a massive erect uncircumcised cock rammed it's way through the hole smashing into my grateful mouth. I liked that I could control what happened by simply backing away. There was no fear on my part that someone would force me to do what I didn't want. I enjoyed 5 more years of pure gay heaven up on the roof.
The back of our building was attached to another building behind it that was on the next street that I was not allowed to go to. My parents simply said it was off limits with no explanation. But at 12 I was the curious type and ignored rules if it meant learning some dark secret. So the moment I had the chance I took a stroll around the block and found a little blue neon sign on the wall next to the door to the building behind ours. It said "REGENCY SPA AND BATHHOUSE" and that was it. No explanation. No windows. Just one door and nothing but brick wall from one end of the building to the next. Across the street was a parking lot with a sign that read "SPA PARKING ONLY, ALL OTHERS $100 A DAY." So that was the great mystery and at 12 I hadn't a clue what any of it was about so I finished my stroll, went home and into my room and straight up onto the internet to see what I could find out. That was an epiphany to say the least. I already knew I was bisexual though never said a word to anyone about it. I just figured I was bi since there were boys in my school that I wanted to see naked and to make out with and there were girls in my school that I wanted to see naked and to make out with. I didn't have a preference but being with a guy was naughtier and naughtier translated into more erotic so much of my sexual fantasy thoughts surrounded gay sex. Truth be told, in a perfect world I could have sex with guys and girls in a bisexual orgy every night and do it with an audience of perverted adults. But I digress.
So after about a three hour research into what a bathhouse was and various definitions of the euphemism "spa." I realized what exactly was behind our building and why and now I also knew why I could hear techno music through my walls late into the night ever night. I didn't mind, I liked the sound but my parents had to soundproof their bedroom which is at the front end of the building. There was something else that I learned. Our roof top deck abutted their roof top deck AND their fifth floor. The Bathhouse occupied all four levels of that building and half a fifth level. The two were side by side with the stairwell to ours opening up adjacent to the fifth level of the bathhouse. There was also a six foot wall between the two decks but on our side was a ledge running across the back that I could step up onto to look over the fence. After dark our whole street was dark since there were no street lights and the bathhouse kept their deck dim so I could look over the wall down onto whatever was going on without being clearly seen. The first time I did this I saw about thirty naked men enjoying an orgy. I found out about it by hearing all the moaning and groaning and grunting going on around ten at night one Sunday night. My mother hated heights so she never went out onto the roof. I loved the view in both the front and rear direction.
Then one night while peeping on the action I noticed a partition separating two parts of the deck and one guy stuck his dick through the hole and the other was on the other side of the partition on his knees sucking. I was excited at the idea because it gave me an idea. I had never had blow job before being only 12 years old but I'd seen enough gay porn on the internet to know I wanted one badly and didn't care which gender did the sucking as long as it was a mouth on my dick and I didn't need to jerk off to get off just once. The only problem was there was no hole in the wall between the two decks and it was brick and about four inches thick. During the day I searched the entire wall for any kind of weak spot that I could exploit but found none. So I set out to create one. I went back on the internet and looked up ways to cut into a brick wall. I invented an excuse to use a masonry saw for a school science project and used that to convince my Dad to rent one and he was so proud when I said that once he taught me how to use it I wanted to do my project without his help. It helped a lot that the bathhouse deck was completely deserted in the late morning that next Saturday so I set up the saw and cut a hole three bricks wide and my height. I then installed a 16 inch wide sheet of three quarter inch plywood my Dad got me for my "science project." and that I had cut beforehand and had pre installed screws like my Dad taught me and all I needed was to drill into the bricks on each side and install anchors and the frame and attach the plywood with the studs on my side. I could easily stand between the two studs and it gave the person on the other side plenty of room as well. I had also painted the plywood the color of the bricks which weren't so much red as a brownish orange. I even painted the mortar to look the same as bricks figuring that the manager might not notice, at least I hoped not. Finally came the hole. I used a 3" hole saw to cut the hole not because I am lucky enough to need a hole that big but I wanted to make sure there was enough room for an adult hand to reach in and touch me in the naughtiest way (hopefully). I wanted to be touched sexually so badly I'd have walked barefoot across broken glass just to feel a man's hand inside my underwear. It also is what motivated me to engage in such an ambitious project for a 12 year old but I had done a lot of minor construction projects around the apartment with my Dad so I was not a complete stranger to power tools or construction design. I helped my Dad install shelving in Moms walk in closet and then I did it by myself in my own closet. The only really challenging part of the project was carrying that heavy piece of plywood up two flights of stairs.
I was done before the sun went down. Knowing that neither of my parents would go up on the roof and that they never bothered me once my homework was done, I was completely confident that no one on our side was going to catch me. So I stripped naked leaving on only my flip flops and stuck my throbbing little dick through my home made glory hole and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And Waited.
Nothing happened. Absolutely nobody noticed Saturday night. All that work and planning and scheming and not one lick. My dick was desperate for a mouth, a hand, an ass, any warm flesh that wasn't mine would do.
Sunday night I tried again and again nothing. This went on every night until the next Friday and then it happened. I heard a loud exclamation "WHAT THE...?" and then I felt the hand softly and gently but firmly grip my erection. A finger pushed under to rub against my little balls. I was in heaven. Or so I thought. Feeling a new pleasure is often so overwhelming that one can't even fathom that it could get better.
It got better. After about ten minutes of bliss that was almost enough to make me cum the hand was replaced by a very experienced and affectionate mouth. It probably took me all of about 90 seconds to cum in his mouth. It was the best cum of my life. Of course I had only been cuming (via my own hand) for the previous three months, less than a hundred times. So I hadn't had enough experience to know how good it could get.
That first mouth had actually belonged to a relatively unskilled guy as I learned over time. for the next six years I enjoyed nightly blow jobs and often more than one in a night.
I was 13 when I got it into my head that I might actually enjoy reciprocating. So one night I sat down on the ledge and looked into the hole and soon a massive erect uncircumcised cock rammed it's way through the hole smashing into my grateful mouth. I liked that I could control what happened by simply backing away. There was no fear on my part that someone would force me to do what I didn't want. I enjoyed 5 more years of pure gay heaven up on the roof.
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