For a while there was a very active men's room in one of the malls in a neighboring town. It consisted of three stalls with no doors but each with a glory hole. One evening I was sitting in the end stall when this young dude came in and took the stall next to me. He was about 19, very brown-complexioned and good-looking. When he sat down, I looked through the hole and saw that he was really hung. He was uncut, and as I watched he began to play with himself. As his dick got hard, the head began to slide out from the skin sheath. I must have gasped out loud at the size because the next thing I knew he was standing in front of me in my stall with his hard cock dripping pre-cum. He took hold of my head and without a word pushed my face down to meet his dick. I took the head in my mouth and began to run my tongue round and round and into the slit. He started moaning and began to mouth fuck me. By putting my hand around the base I was able to take about half of it. I began pulling back and then going forward. Each time I found that I was able to get a little more in my mouth. Pretty soon I felt the head banging against my throat. I pulled back a little and continued sucking. He was going wild. I felt him tense up so I pulled off his cock and started to work on his balls. They were so large that I was only able to get one in at a time in my mouth. I sucked on them for a while, then moved down to lick at the base of his cock. He spread his legs and I moved farther back toward his asshole. He evidently went for that because he turned around and pushed his ass in my face. I got a whiff of his ass and started rimming in earnest. Suddenly he gave a gasp and spun around. I just had time to get his cock in my mouth before the flood started. I couldn't swallow fast enough and some of his juice ran down my chin. I kept sucking him trying to make sure that I got every drop. He finally pulled out. His dick was still hard, and he told me to stand up and bend over. Until then the biggest thing I had had up my ass was a finger, and hot as I was, I still wasn't sure that I could take him. But I bent over. He pulled the cheeks of my ass apart, bent over, and started rimming me. I had never had that done before and it drove me crazy. He licked up and down and then concentrated on my asshole. I thought I would go up the wall. Then he started fucking me with his long tongue, and that did it. I shot off. Feeling me shoot, he spit on his dick and started to shove it in. All the time he was crooning to me, calling me lover and baby. I felt the head pushing against my asshole. I concentrated on relaxing and I guess I did because all of a sudden the head was in. Before he could shove any more into me, we heard the outer door of the men's room open. He pulled out in a flash and headed for the urinal. Sadly I had left the bathroom alone, but to my delight my hung hunk was waiting for me outside. He spent the night at my place and we’ve been together ever since.
We have a little park on the edge of a lake about a mile from our town. In the park are two frame rest rooms set back from the road, one on the left for women and one on the right for men. A long sidewalk runs up from the parking lot. In the men's room is a urinal separated by a wooden partition (with a glory hole) from the john. There is a slit cut in the wall so a person inside can see who is driving or walking up. At least you can be somewhat selective. The glory hole is almost too high for blow jobs, but tall men sometimes use it. It is mainly used by the man on the john to view the dick of the one standing at the urinal. One of my most interesting experiences in the T-room was the time I blew six dicks and swallowed their cum. I actually sucked eight, but two didn't cum. The day started around 10 a.m. I went there and no cars were parked in front, so I figured it was going to be a dull day. I had hardly dropped my pants when I heard a motor outside. Through the slit I saw a pickup. It turned out to be someone I knew who'd gotten married about six months earlier and who I had missed but had written off. He came in and saw me, smiled, and dropped his jeans exposing a half hard 7" dick. I took it in my mouth, grabbed his balls tight, and in no time had him filling my throat with juice. His wife must not have been satisfying him because in leaving he thanked me and said he wanted to get together on his next day off. He drove off and a station wagon with two young men pulled up and parked. Both got out and headed for the T-room. They came in, but seeing me one stopped and waited outside. I was on the john and looking through the hole in the partition. I could see him playing with a thick 6" dick. When he got it hard he offered it to me and I told him to ask his friend to come in, which he did. This one saw my hard dick and immediately went down on it while sucked his friend. After a lot of slurping pushed the guy off me and motioned him to take his dick out. It was hard and thin like the other one but shorter. They were thin enough that I could take them both in my mouth at the same time. After sucking that way for a while, first one shot off then the other. When they left I sat back hoping to relax for a while and digest the three loads I had just swallowed, but I heard another car pull up in front. Looking through the crack I saw a black man who I thought I had seen before getting out of a four-door maroon Buick. He came in and whipped out 9 inches of hard uncut meat. He must have been playing with himself while he was driving because he sure was ready. He said he wanted to fuck me in the ass. I knew couldn't take nine inches dry and I really wanted to blow him, so I just took it in my mouth. He was so hot it didn't take long before he was cumming. After he left, the park patrol drove by but didn't stop since mine was the only car out front. Pretty soon I heard a motorcycle. The rider was a young guy in just a bathing suit. He didn't come in the men's room, but went around into the woods behind. I came out and followed him to a clearing in the woods with a picnic table in it. He took a beach towel and some baby oil out of the bag he had with him. He spread the towel on the table and slipped off his bathing suit and lay down on his stomach. I walked over and he asked me to do him and favor and rub the oil on him, which I did. Then he turned over and showed me his hard seven inches. I stroked it with my oily hand and he started moaning. I went down on it and soon it was spewing cum. I walked back toward my car intending to leave, but was tempted when this guy I knew drove up and waved. I followed him back into the T-room and I dropped my pants and sat on the john. He started jacking off and when it was hard he put it through the hole. I finished it off for him with my mouth. Then it was time to go home for lunch.
My first experience with public sex was in an Air Force base library. I had finished reading the L.A. Free Press, which was quite a liberal publication for an A.F. library. I noted that while reading the review of Warhol's "Lonesome Cowboys" that my groin was cramped, warm, and slightly damp. I remembered the description of the piss scene in the film, and after reading it I had to relieve the hardness in my pants. So I went to the head and sat on the toilet planning to jerk off. This slightly over thirty-year-old sergeant walked in to use the urinal. My stall had no door, so I could see his back. He stood with his legs apart, and from what I could see of his dick, it looked big to me. He had blondish hair and wore the standard blue uniform. Watching him made my dick rise and get caught under the toilet seat. He turned his head and caught me looking. When he finished, he put his half-hard cock back into his pants. I was nervous, but didn't lose my hard-on. His face was quite flushed, those cold eyes looking at my crotch. He motioned for me to stand up, and I did, my dick waving. He looked at it and asked me if I beat off much. I said I did. Then his hands touched the head of my cock and my balls. He told me that if I would kiss his dick, he would jerk me off. I mumbled that I couldn't, but that I did want to touch it. He opened his pants, saying we should hurry. His seven inches came out, the head big and cut. It was rock hard. Finally he cupped my balls and squeezed, then took the head in his mouth. My balls were drawn up tight and it didn't take me long to shoot. He leaned against the wall and told me to jerk him off. I did and watched with fascination as his cum shot onto the floor. He wiped it up quickly, told me to be quiet about this, and left. I noticed he'd spit my cum into the toilet. I think that experience turned me on to cock for the rest of my life. The next time, though, I was ready to suck dick. I purposely stood waiting at the urinal. This older man (in his 40's) was at the next urinal. He seemed to be taking his time pissing. I started stroking my cock, and he followed suit. He stepped back from the urinal, and I could see not just his dick but also his full bag of nuts. He checked the door and grabbed my dick, pulling me over the stall. Immediately he took my whole cock in his mouth, licking my balls. His tongue swirled around the head, then back to my balls. I came fast in his mouth. He sat me on the toilet and told me to lick his balls. I gave them a few timid licks, but he pushed the whole sack into my mouth. I started licking and sucking. The head of his cock was dripping on my nose. He pulled me off his balls and told me to lick off his pre-cum. I thought the taste was incredible. I wasn't prepared for the lunge into my throat. He was suddenly fucking my face for all he was worth. I started gagging, so he finally came by jerking off into my mouth. He wanted me to suck it some more. This time I did it without gagging and he came again in about five minutes. Then he just put away his dick, zipped up, and left.
My apartment is located one block from the 86th & Lexington subway station in New York City, and it's open all night. Most nights I'll show up there after one a.m. because it's quiet and I can take off everything except my sweaty sneakers. This hot night I was sitting on the toilet with my hard greased-up big black dick in my hand, allowing my imagination to run in the direction of dirty white boys. I was jacking off and had worked up quite a funky sweat. About three hours had passed, and I was like a dog in heat. Two or three people came in, but when they saw me so on fire, they sort of knew they weren't quite up to it. Finally the door opened and I was lucky. In the next booth through a really big glory hole I saw a tall skinny white boy wearing blue jeans, work boots, and undershirt. He pulled out his dick and started to work it. He put his big uncut dick through the hole. But I couldn't smell his nuts through the hole, so I got on my knees and opened the door of my stall. He walked in, pulled his pants down around his ankles and pulled off his shirt. I sniffed his big nuts while he jacked off in my face. Nothing is better than sniffing a sweaty crotch. I told him I had been waiting for a white boy all night to make me suck and smell him. He said "Now you got one, boy." He grabbed me by the hair and pushed my head down on his hard dick. What else could I do? I sucked his dick, licked and smelled his crotch and was working my way down to take off his boots so I could lick his sweaty feet. I was jacking off the whole time and didn't want to hold off any longer. I buried my face in his sweaty white ass, and started cumming, lying back on the filthy floor while he jacked off on me. I couldn't move, but he went back to his stall, got dressed, and left. Finally I put on my gym shorts and walked back home with his smell on my face.
When I was 19 I spent the summer working as a YMCA camp counselor on Catalina Island. I was infatuated with the supervisor of counselors. His name was Chuck and he was farm-boy handsome. He had a deep tan even at the start of the summer. He had short blond hair and pale blue eyes. His torso was free of hair. His tits were meaty and well-defined, his nipples large. His forearms and legs were covered with coarse blond hair. His ass was chunky but firm, and the bulge in his crotch looked like a double handful. At 19 I was pretty big too, 6' 3", 235 hard pounds. None of us wore more than swim trunks, or trunks and a T-shirt. There were daily opportunities for everyone to see each other nude, dressing and undressing and in the showers. It was a highly charged setting for me. I was still a virgin. I was first turned on to Chuck because he was such a terrific physical specimen. When we were alone together it was almost impossible for me to keep my cool. My voice would break, my legs shook. I alternated between hoping and fearing Chuck would realize I was nuts about him. Over that whole summer, 90 plus days of being together, the most that happened between us were a few sessions of mutual massage. When the summer ended and we went our separate ways, I was frustrated and depressed that neither of us had broken through the final barrier. I regretted I hadn't included Chuck's ass, and maybe his basket, in one of the massages I had given him. We had exchanged phone numbers, but, returning to our separate home towns, we both became involved in our school work. I was a high school senior, Chuck was a junior in college.
After about a month Chuck called. He said that out of all the guys he'd met at camp, I was the one he wanted to stay in touch with. He asked if we could get together the next weekend and see a movie or something. I tried to sound casual when I told him I thought that was a great idea. The following Saturday evening Chuck picked me up. He suggested we go to the local drive-in. He parked in a slot near the back. There weren't many cars back there. Within minutes, Chuck extended his arm and began to massage my neck and shoulders. He suggested he could do a better job if I moved closer to him. I moved over, and he reached over with his other hand and put it on my crotch. I was already hard. As we both stared through the windshield at the movie screen not saying a work, Chuck kneaded my crotch and inner thighs. My heart was pounding and I became lightheaded. Finally he broke the ice and spoke. Feeling my hard-on, he said it looked like I had a problem. He took my hand and put in on his basket. He was as hard as I was. He laughed and said we both had a problem and that maybe we should do something about it. He asked me if I knew what he meant. Of course did. We walked to a nearby picnic spot which was well-screened by trees and bushes. Standing, we embraced, grinding our front sides together and kissing. Chuck removed my T-shirt then pulled my levis off my hips, letting them fall to my ankles. Then he told me to lie on my back on the picnic table. He pulled my levis completely off and went to work. He began by fingering and sucking my nipples. Slowly he worked his way down my belly, finally taking my hard cock into his mouth. He alternated between sucking my cock and my balls. I lasted maybe five minutes. All passion and no control. Then it way my turn to have at Chuck. As I sat on the edge of the table, he slowly stripped, giving me time to take in his terrific body which was easily visible in the bright moonlight. He took my place on the table, resting only his back and the upper part of his ass on the top of the table. He raised his furry leg and placed them over my outstretched arms. widely extended his legs and dove in.
Following the moves Chuck had made on me, I first went for his tits. He grabbed me by the back of my head, jamming my mouth down as I tongued away. Passing briefly along Chuck's belly, I eagerly moved to his fat cock which was hard and sticking straight up. It was a mouthful. Like he had done with me, I alternated between his cock and his balls. In an almost pleading voice, he asked me to tongue and finger his ass. I had thought about that sort of sex play before, but didn't think I'd ever want to do it. So much for that. His hole opened up almost immediately to my tongue. Sticking my middle finger up his hole, I was surprised it felt so velvety. That was something I hadn't imagined. As I fingered him, his groans increased and he thrust his ass up and around. His asshole was open and wet. Soon I had two, then three fingers in his hole. He asked me if I would fuck him. L applied some spit to my cock and drove it in. His legs clamped around my arms as I pushed his legs up against his chest and plowed away. Even though it was my first time, I think I gave Chuck one hell of a ride. Having come only a few minutes before, I was able to hold out fucking him for maybe twenty minutes before I shot another load up his ass. I came so hard it felt like someone had punched me in the nuts. My legs were shaking, and I placed the palms of my hands on the table on either side of Chuck's chest for support. He asked me to leave my cock in, and I did until it was totally soft. His cock had stayed hard. He began to stroke himself. He asked me to play with his balls until he was close to cumming, then to go down on him. I still had his legs across my inner elbows. As he jacked away, I bent down and sucked first one ball, then the other. When he moaned that he was close to cumming, I jammed my mouth down over most of his cock. He delivered a thick sweet load. I handled it easily to my surprise. Then we got dressed and returned to the car. We stayed there making out in the car most of the night. Chuck and I spent a lot of time together that year. We got together nearly every weekend, sometimes camping in the mountains. The following summer we both returned to the camp. We got in on at least once every single day of the 90 day season. That fall Chuck enlisted in the Army, though, and I never saw him again.