Date: Sun, 2 Dec 2012 14:21:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Gloryhole Junkie <misterghj@yahoo.com>
Subject: MALL BUDDIES (Pt. 1)

Mall Buddies
By Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE


PART ONE


By thirteen, Robbie had sucked off most of his dad's buddies.

Of course, he didn't know that. And, fact is, only one or two of his dad's
buddies knew it, too.

Its what happens when glory holing. Few ever know who for certain is
blowing them through that hole. And god knows that a hungry kid sure
doesn't know whose cocks are all coming through that hole. He might see
something of the men hitting the stall beside him, but how many
thirteen-year-olds know their dad's buddies, really?

Even if a kid's met one or two outside of the public toilets, he wouldn't
be certain to put that together with the big, shadowy stranger unzipping
for some head in the mall men's room necessarily.

And while Robbie had met a couple of his dad's buddies, the incidents were
fleeting at best. A couple of them he met as part of a group. They were
among his dad's Men's League baseball team. But it was just another hot
summer night and Robbie's mom was in the car, as was his baby sister. And
all of them only had one thing on their minds - to pick up dad after a game
and head to 31 Flavors for some ice cream. So Robbie, while appreciating
the athletic frames of all those daddies in baseball uniforms, wasn't quite
thinking all that much about who was who as his dad quickly introduced his
family to a couple of his teammates.

Little did Robbie know, though, that within just a month's time, he'd have
each of those buddies of his dad screwing and ejaculating deep inside his
throat.

But then, again, neither of those men knew that the fresh-faced kid they
met briefly in the ball park parking lot one night would be the communal
cum dump at the local mall gloryhole.

Even as each man, on separate occasions, hit that john, notorious for its
gloryhole, they had no clue the kid sucking was the son of their teammate
and buddy, Thom.

But then, they didn't much care. They were just trade. They weren't men to
make a date night out of hitting the gloryhole to let a cocksucker slug
down a load of their baby-making milk.

After all, they were married men. Fathers themselves. They simply used the
local gloryholes on those occasional nights when they had some free time
and a need to dump'n'squirt some hot sperm into a suckling, tight throat -
no strings attached.

It's the secret of a lot of men, dads included. They don't always - or ever
- much discuss it openly. Heck, most never admit to even much knowing what
a gloryhole is let alone where to find a good one.

And when a gloryhole would be mentioned, it was generally in a
pseudo-humorous manner as if to tell the other trade guys that such things
were whacked and wild. In fact, they'd never much mention the fact that a
hole was being manned by a man or boy. Instead, they'd all joke about some
slut down at the truck stop as if talking about one of the plastic bimbos
on the porno Internet whom they will admit to having seen work a gloryhole.

Of course, how or why a 44DD blonde chick could make her way into the men's
room at the mall or the local truck plaza never came up. As straight trade
talking gloryholes with other straight trade, well, you just didn't get
into such "details".

"Suspended disbelief", some might call it. "Political correctness" others
might say. And some might simply refer to such denial as the accepted
method of helping straight guys hit the holes without any need to ever
acknowledge the fact that there might be the chance its another guy nursing
on their big boners till spurts of hot, creamy seed are fed him.

Denial never did a straight-guy conversation in the gym locker room or on
bowling night with the buddies any harm. Most of them knew it was dudes
sucking all those dicks at the local bookstore arcade, after all. So why
would that need to go admitting to such when talking gloryholes amongst one
another?

And while it all would seem discussion in jest, what would really be
occurring would be straight guys trading insider knowledge of where there
would be a terrific gloryhole to be found.

Or a jocular mention of glory holing often proved to be some horny guy's
way of fishing for some tips...and street addresses...as to where one might
be found.

And the funny thing about it is that most of the time these straight men
would be more than happy to help out or share some much guarded secret
location of a gloryhole somewhere in the metro area.

Of course, it would often be mentioned only as some "sight" one had seen
once maybe a week or two prior. Or it might be shared with a chuckle as
some "shocking" hole they'd come upon when innocently using a porn store to
buy very innocent DVDs of acceptable and terribly heterosexual titles such
as, "Chicks Who Swallow 500 Loads (...The Collected Works").

But they'd be giving and getting the message through such amused, manly sex
conversations. While none of the men joking around would wind up admitting
to ever using the gloryholes, they sure all did know where they could be
found.

Causing one, of course, to wonder about all those other straight jocks and
dads one sees coming in and out of gloryhole booths at XXX day and night
getting themselves head from friendly, unseen mouths.

How did they all know where and what they did when no such male joking
around in a pub or while at Denny's with his veteran buddies knew anything
of gloryholes other than what they'd been sent as SPAM in their e-mail?

Such mysteries, one supposes, will always remain so long as masculinity
must be defended and big-hung trade has a wife and four kids.

But still, most men have found that loophole around such
constraints. Again, any information exchanged with a hearty chuckle or even
a snickering sneer of moral outrage can lead a man - and his buddies - to
hitting every gloryhole within an only mildly inconvenient detour during
one's lunch hour or before heading home after work.

Thom Williams was straight, married and something of a pervert. At least
that's how he would identify that last part, minimalizing it as though one
can be a bit of a pervert or a part-time pervert as opposed to those who
are full-fledged perverts.

The distinction for Thom, and it could be said of a great many of his
brothers in "something of a pervert" might only be the difference between
keeping one's perversions close to one's chest versus being one of those
who winds up on the evening news and causing daycare centers to be shut
down.

Thom's perving didn't remain so much only in his head as it did simply
undetected. Or undetected by most, one would have to say. For he would have
to rather admit that while keeping his perversion under the radar, there
were those who would be lucky enough to observe or even experience in their
own course of perving about town.

Because unlike some perverts who might hide in shadows merely watching the
dirty sex others - and masturbating - Thom Williams was a man known to
unzip while actively imposing his perverse ways upon others.

In that way, it could be stated that Thom Williams was a stealthy pervert
as he indulged in those thoughts and deeds which no one would have ever
associated with him - unless they, too, had crossed his same perverse path.

While his wife of sixteen years would never guess it nor would his siblings
nor any of the members of his church, there were certain, strategic men who
had witnessed Thom's perverse side.

They were the other men in the sauna at the Y who joined with Thom in
jacking off upon and hosing down in their cumloads some queer pig wearing
what appeared to be too small a towel for his waistline.

Or they'd be the other dads at the urinals along the interstate who would
pop into the rest area men's room for a quick piss - and milking - while
driving the family cross country to see Dollywood.

Other men who knew of Thom's "something" of perversion would be whatever
crowd of them happened to be at the local XXX bookstore on any particular
afternoon.

Sure, the dicksuckers knew Thom's little secret. They'd each sucked on his
massive daddy hog of cock as he'd feed it to them through the arcade
gloryholes or while standing along the back wall of the adjacent porn
theater.

But the other trade there in those same places, doing the same stealthy
perving as he, also knew what truly made Thom Williams tick - and his knees
buckle - as he'd have intense orgasms in the throats of various, strange
guys.

The all shared the same secret. In fact, so many men just like Thom shared
that same secret that one had to wonder how and why such things ever became
a necessary secret to begin with. Hell, Thom along with half of the male
population of the city it seemed would hit those holes as they sought to
get off fast, easily and without anybody even much asking a name.

For the greater part of his life, Thom Williams was rather run-of-the-mill
in his perversions. They were fleeting thoughts here and there of gangbangs
involving a few dozen chaps and some dump vehicle. He saw a video in
college once and started to jack off to the idea of some totally slutted
out individual on his or her knees being filled orally in continuous wads
of thick semen.

And to Thom, the cum dump's gender barely made a difference in his
masturbatory thoughts. It was just some whorebag in his mind to be used by
as many ejaculating dicks as needed to get off into a single belly.

But like most such thoughts, a massive gangbang such as that rather
remained the fodder of jack off sessions and thoughts which passed the time
as Thom would commute to work by train each morning.

He would even glance around the train car he'd be in and wonder just how
many other suit and tie daddies were thinking similar early morning
thoughts as they all rode into the city from the lazy suburbs. His right
hand would ever so subtly be stroking his massive lump of cock meat through
his suit trousers, again a perving gesture he made certain to make
stealthily as he would ride into Union Station.

He wondered how many other men just like himself were also self-molesting
in the same way, with trench coat, briefcase or morning newspaper shielding
their fingers as they'd lightly drum and stroke the length of their cocks
through wool or gabardine dress trousers.

Its then he began to notice just how many fellow commuters would make a bee
line for the men's rooms in the station the moment they disembarked the
innumerable morning trains. Nothing like an early a.m. boner before heading
to the office to led a man to milking himself off in one of the always
occupied urinals of the public toilets down there.

And that little routine got to be another of Thom Williams'
addictions. There was just something extra hot about standing along a long
row of such public urinals, nearly shoulder to shoulder with strings of
unknown other men just like himself as they'd all stand there, cocks
hanging out of their trousers.

It was something far beyond anything to be identified as gay or homosexual
seeing just how many men or varied ages and sorts would be there slowly
milking their meat until they'd squirt and coat in their contributed semen
upon the pink urinal cake before them.

And sure, Thom couldn't help but notice the cocks hanging beside him and up
and down the rows of urinals. Hell, for the most part few men seemed to
care what other guys were looking at their meat - or admiring their
throbbing boners as they'd geyser up some morning baby-making batter.

In fact, it seemed that the majority of men hitting those urinals wanted
other guys to see what they had hanging and how big their rock hard boners
could get in the morning. Thom figured it was just "a guy thing". Something
which the college commuter kids to the nearing retirement age dads all had
to do after a long night of not getting much - or any - at home. And he
knew that the power of a morning boner wouldn't go away until a chap did
something about it.

In time, a cursory glance over to the dicks on either side of him at the
urinals became increasingly a more and more open show of erections. And
those displays of bouncing erections increasing led to a hand here and
there moving in to take big, fistful grasps of Thom's handsome length of
thick schlong.

And Thom Williams would let the roaming hands have their fun. He'd just
stand there, cock jutting out of his open zipper, as a hand would come in
from the right to join another hand to his left in milking his shaft.

Some mornings he would just let the two strangers - whichever tow strangers
they would be that morning - jack him off. He could tell the hands would
become excited as they'd sense and then feel his wide shaft thicken and
pulse as he'd shoot off wads and wads of white, hot cum into the urinal
before him.

And that, of course, led to gathering something of an audience each
morning. Increasingly, Thom became more and more exhibitionistic in his
openness to let the rows of fellow commuters watch as fellow strangers
would give him a daily milking before work. He'd glance around to see a
dozen, sometimes a couple of dozen, other men beating off fast and furious
as they'd have their eyes trained on the fists around his big, meaty shaft.

And he'd hear the groans and see the orgasms of a dozen or sometimes two
dozen fellow commuters each morning as they'd lose a load the moment they
saw him hose down the porcelain urinal in seed.

So while Thom remained firmly within his masculine heterosexual status, he
did recognize that on occasion guys did what guys did when the ladies
weren't looking.

While he was a married and the father of three now, he didn't let any of
that prevent him from having what he - and so many other men apparently -
considered to be guy moments. It wasn't anything gay so much as it was what
randy, healthy males with plenty of testosterone needed to do in order to
balance out all of the sexual outlet and orgasm they truly needed each day
- as opposed to the amount which, say, a daytime show was telling the
ladies that their men needed.

And in the public toilets or the XXX arcade it could be stated for the
record that most men don't need a whole lot of cuddling in order to get
into the mood to screw'n'seed another person.

That would work at home when earning points with the little lady. But one
saw the sheer numbers of men who sure didn't require any of that as they'd
stream into the gloryhole arcades at lunch hours. They'd hit a hole,
unbuckle and zip in order to feed the communal mouths with about as much
romance as they displayed when hitting the men's room after drinking a
pitcher of beer at the sports bars.

And most knew that their wives or girlfriends would never put up with such
an approach at home. But then, they also knew that the throats at home were
never so hot, cum-slick or hungry for floods of cum either.

At first, Thom couldn't get over just how many other dudes would get off in
the same unknown throat at one of those bookstore gloryholes. Hell. It
seemed that most even sought such out - a community-use cum dump of a suck
hole. He'd chuckle to himself as he'd watch a revolving door of fellow
trade all hit the same booth as to screw the same insatiable mouth which
seemed to be glued to the gloryhole for the entire work crowd come noontime
or after-5.

So Thom, like the rest of the trade who buzzed around such places rather
got into the habit of supplementing his sex life at home with blowjobs from
unknown dudes blowing guys left and right through holes in a wall.

It was a service, Thom figured. A servicing, some might say. But apparently
he wasn't the only guy who needed such - and sometimes on a daily
basis. There was something addictive to just being able to step into some
sticky, dimly-lit stall or booth and see a hungry tongue at a hole already
wagging for another feeding.

Perhaps it was the depravity of knowing that some completely anonymous dude
was so hungry and willing to have cocks screw loads down his throat all day
which made the gloryholes so addictive.

But Thom also rather had to admit that a fella can just get into the habit
of getting himself the easy blowjob at such places - and whenever he needed
one. The sucking mouths were on duty at such places `round the clock, it
seemed. The ease of simply needing to show up and unzip one's trousers for
a blowjob sure beat the sexual frustrations some other guys suffered as
they worked angles to get chicks, even their own wives, to part their lips
for a big dick screwing.

And when on the job at one in the afternoon, what wife - even a
fellatio-bent one - is around to take that lunchtime load? One could see so
clearly at such gloryhole places just how many guys need some relief during
their workday. Busting a nut on their lunch hour seemed nearly as vital to
lots of men as did grabbing a quick burger.

Thom even noticed the number of men who would seek out a quick blow on
simple runs to the mall in the evenings after work or while with the wife
and kids on the weekend. He had to laugh as he'd be in the public john at a
nice, family-oriented department store and see guys flocking around some
stall where they knew some dicksucker was on duty.

Even with a wife just one floor away getting new school shoes for the kids,
horny hubbies would be in that mall restroom letting some mouth suck down a
load of their family batter through a gloryhole. Perhaps, that, too, was
some of the addictive power of the hole. It afforded men their secret fun
time as they did something so naughty right beneath the noses of everyone.

And again, they'd share. While one might think some men would balk at the
sight of seeing other men stroking their erections through trousers while
waiting to use the gloryhole in the mall john, it always amazed Thom that
most were not only cool with the idea but would often join in.

There would be evenings after dinner when Thom would swing by some a
department store tearoom - claiming he had to run out to a Home Depot, of
course - and there would be another two, three and even six other men in
there looking to get themselves some head.

There was one particularly busy gloryhole in a department store at York
Brook Mall, an upscale suburban shopping center only a few miles from Thom
Williams' house. For quite a while it became one of Thom's favorite holes
to hit. It was easy and whoever would be sucking at the moment would be
kept busy since it became apparent that that same gloryhole was popular
with a whole lot of men from the area all looking for the easy blowjob.



Robbie Williams first began sucking cock when he was ten. Prior to that, he
always had the sense that he was attracted to men. He would spend hours
looking at cocks hanging out of trousers in the public johns wherever he
went. In fact, he was fascinated with pubic men's rooms from the time he
could first remember anything. He always had to go to the men's room in any
restaurant or shop in which the family found itself.

Of course, his mother thought that it was all about a kid's fascination
with washing his hands and a slow, early attempt at some independence. She
would let Robbie go to the men's room alone - even when he was just six or
seven - when they might stop at a McDonalds after school. She figured it
was simply early pangs of breaking away to let his son go off on his own
for a few minutes. And he'd always return to the table with some adventure
store of washing his hands or using the powerful hand air dryer in the
men's room.

His mother would be so busy to ask if made sure he zipped his pants and
washed his hands, that it never occurred to her that, really, her little
son had done neither while on his toilet safari. Instead, Robbie would go
into the public men's rooms at such places simply with the hopes of seeing
some men's penises hanging out of their trousers.

But nothing more than some gawking happened back then. Some men let Robbie
look, even, milking themselves in front of him or wagging their dicks as if
to show him how big a man's penis could get to be. But nothing ever became
of any of it.

Until Robbie was ten. Its then that he found a porn magazine left in one of
the toilet stalls when he went into the john at a mechanic's shop. After
school, his mother had to swing buy to have the oil checked on the family
SUV. And while in the waiting room, Robbie disappeared as he looked for the
men's room.

While no one was in there at that moment, he did find this cum-glued porn
magazine on the floor in one of the stalls. While he had seen a lot of
cocks in the flesh, he had never seen such hardcore pictures before that
moment. He was so excited as he tried to flip through the magazine,
frustrated a bit by the way many pages seemed to be glued together in dry
splats of some sort of liquid. But he could page through enough as to see
it that the magazine had a many-page spread in which a young woman along
with a young man were simultaneously sucking on the most enormous erect
cock sticking out at them through a hole in what appeared to be a
heavily-graffitied brick wall.

Robbie glanced around the stall and could see that there was, in fact, a
hole in the partition wall between the mechanic shop's two stalls. It was
just like the one in the pictures save for the fact it wasn't a brick
wall. The hole looked to be big enough for one to pass a baseball through
it. Although, even at ten, Robbie knew that men weren't using it for that.

Nobody ever came into that men's room during the few minutes that Robbie
was in there. But he had seen his first gloryhole. And he had seen his
first porno magazine showing him precisely how such a hole was to be
used. He sensed that he had more important, useful schooling within those
few minutes than he had all week at his actual school.

He left the dirty magazine just where he had found it. He wanted to take it
home but had no way of hiding it from his mother. He was so mad that he had
left his Chicago Bears logo backpack in the car.

When he returned to the waiting room, his mother was preoccupied with
paying the bill at one of the cashier counters. So he took the opportunity
to glance around at all the men in the place - mechanics and managers
alike. He wondered to which the magazine perhaps belonged. Or he wondered
if maybe they all used it at one point or other during their work day.

Suddenly he became every aware of each man's crotch. Robbie could see what
looked to be sizeable lumps behind the zippers of a couple of men in
polyester trousers and name tags stitched to their shirts. He figured that
they had to use that men's room on a regular basis. How could they not know
about the magazine - and that hole in the wall?

It was only about a month later that Robbie had the first cock pushed
between his lips. His fascination with men's rooms and merely hoping to
glimpse some adult male cock meat was now replaced with his piqued
curiosity about putting one in his mouth.

And as is said, "Set out looking for something and you'll surely find
it". All that Robbie could think about some afternoons at school was how he
might find a hole in wall - and cock to suck through it - just as he'd seen
in those pictures.

There was no way he could return to the mechanic's shop. He didn't even
quite know where it was. And he certainly couldn't have driven himself
there even if he did.

As though the energies of his interests were now being put out there into
the universe with greater clarity, it wasn't too long before Robbie came
upon yet another one of those gloryholes.

This one, though, was in a much handier location for such a lad. Robbie
found it in the men's room at a park just three blocks from his house. He
had never much gone there other than with his mother or father when he was
younger. He'd play on the swings and all that every so often if they
happened to go out for a walk.

But at ten, Robbie was now on his Little League team. And that park, while
small, had two baseball diamonds designated by the park district as
official game places.

The men's room was on the opposite side of a large berm created to separate
the baseball fields and their noise from the rest of the park and a few
surrounding homes. One couldn't even see that there was a brick men's room
in the park when one would park in the lot at the baseball diamonds. It was
hidden behind the berm which was strategically planted densely in large
evergreen trees.

There was a pathway over the berm but for the most part, the Little League
teams simply played their dinner hour games and then were shuttled off by
parents immediately afterwards.

Robbie wandered into that men's room all on his own on a quiet day after
school. While his mother was scrap booking, she told him to go outside and
play.

And so, "play" he did. Robbie didn't even have to bother with his bike as
he went for a late-Spring walk over to the park. If nothing else, maybe he
could catch a glimpse of a man's penis or even find another porn magazine
in there.

What he instead found though that day in that men's room was a very horny
college-aged youth stroking an absolutely huge cock as he stood at the
urinals.

The entire park was empty and quiet except for this tall, lanky guy who
Robbie guessed to be at least eighteen or twenty. The guy was in full
running gear and just standing there openly stroking his length of cock. At
first, Robbie didn't quite know how to do or how to react. Although he had
encountered several men over the years who let him look, he had never
before encountered one who quite so brazenly displayed his erect cock while
stroking off as was this college-age guy.

Being ten, Robbie had a fleeting moment of feeling like running out the
door. Weirdly, he felt he had somehow intruded upon a strange grown up's
masturbation by entering the men's room. He blushed and felt heat rush up
his neck as his heart pounded.

But then, the other part of Robbie remained fixated on the sight before
him. The guy at the urinals looked like so many guys on television. Or like
some athlete he had seen while watching the Olympics. And the young man
sure didn't seem to mind someone seeing him jerking off that way. After
all, he didn't stop even for a moment. He didn't even try to hide or block
the view of his extra long cock from anyone who might have come in.

Still, Robbie didn't quite know what to do. He was a bit too shy or shocked
to wander straight up to one of the other two available urinals beside this
college man.

And yet, he didn't want to fly out of the place, missing an opportunity to
witness a grown man so flagrantly masturbating right in front of him - and
for him, it seemed.

Looking about, Robbie first went to the sinks. Like he had done since he
was real little, he pretended to be washing his hands while, the whole
while, looking to his left at the man milking a fist along his enormous
length of erect cock.

The college guy groaned and moaned some but never said a word as just
continued to jerk off while looking at Robbie looking back at him. He would
let his knees buckle some, bringing his lanky 6-foot, four-inch frame down
to six feet, as though he were super excited and about to blast off a load
of cum.

But he would then stop and let go of his shaft as if wanting Robbie to have
a full, unobstructed view of its impressive length and girth. In fact,
Robbie didn't even know that cocks could be that big. He had seen some big
penises, of course. As a kid, all adult cocks appear to be enormous. But
this guy's cock looked like he had one of Robbie's Little league bats
sticking straight out from his crotch.

The college guy even made his dick flex and bounce a bit - without ever
once touching it. It was as if he were showing off what he had for Robbie's
amusement and pleasure.

While it seemed so obvious that the guy was looking for something, Robbie
still didn't have the courage or experience at that age to go right up to
him. But he couldn't continue to just stand there washing his hands either.

Again, Robbie glanced around the room and realized that there were stalls
tucked away and around a short corner. He would go into one of those just
to catch his breath and feel his own boner through his pants before taking
a second lookie-loo at the guy at the urinals.

But it was in a stall only a minute before he could hear the college guy
approach.  Robbie had just been standing in the stall when he heard the
man's voice tell him to sit down.

It startled Robbie some that the college guy had actually spoken to him. He
looked at him and could plainly see that the young man had not even
bothered to pull up his running shorts or jockstrap beneath. He just stood
there in the open doorway of Robbie's stall and again repeated, "Sit down."



To be continued...

By Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE

Copyright 2012 Misterghj@yahoo.com

DISCLAIMER:

Never engage in any form of sexual activity with a minor. Let your fingers
do the scrolling and NOT the fiddling about, gents!

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