There was a part of my life that I’m not particularly proud of but I feel compelled to tell about it. I was still in high school, life was fun and not much responsibility except sports, boys, and grades. I was barely 17 and relatively new to sex. My experience was basically having intercourse with a couple of boyfriends while either jacking or sucking off a few more. I was at that stage in life when sex was so exciting and fresh, you would have thought I was a guy because it was on my mind so often and I masturbated frequently to satisfy my urges. Who am I kidding, it’s still fresh and exciting but nothing can replace that young sexual anticipation.
A girl named Maggie was my best friend and pretty outgoing, but nobody was as wild as our third friend Shay. Shay lost her virginity before all of us and told stories about her exploits. She was one of those girls who was the life of the party and because of that personality, we all loved being around her. We were all in serious relationships so we didn’t spend as much time together as desired except when I was at Shay’s house. Mostly the reason for going to Shay’s house was because I was dating her twin brother Dawson. Dawson was very tall, played basketball and ran track. Their family was very religious, so Dawson wanted to remain abstinent until marriage but Shay followed her own rules and never received that group text. I respected his beliefs, but as it turned out, they were difficult to obey.
That year, Halloween fell on a Saturday. We had purchased our costumes at a large retail store in the area when Shay suggested we go to the huge adult novelty bookstore located just a block from her house. We laughed and agreed as we were both very curious about the place. I was in the market for a new and more powerful vibrator while Shay needed some condoms. Shay and her boyfriend did it all the time which made me a little jealous but happy for her. Heading to Shay and Dawson’s house, like I had previously done dozens of times, we pulled into the parking lot under the sign that read, “The Power of Love.” From driving past it so many times, it didn’t look as big as it did at that moment.
I don’t know why but we were a little hesitant going in, but once we stepped into the massive building and saw all the sex items, the nervousness disappeared. We would walk around and see things that we didn’t believe existed. We giggled at the many toys ranging from huge vibrators to monster sized dildos that had to be at least 18 inches long. At one point, I picked up the double headed dong and shook it at Shay while making a joke about sword fighting. When we found the condom aisle, I was amazed at the variety. There were so many different types, colors, shapes, sizes, lubricated, non-lubricated, glow in the dark, and it went on and on. Shay selected her choice and put the rubbers in her basket.
As we proceeded to work our way around to the back, we came to a door that said, “Must be 18 to enter.” Of course that sparked our curiosity and even though were almost 18, we decided to take a chance. We walked in and immediately to the right was a small room with a guy working on a computer. Fred was a very unattractive man who was probably in his 40s with balding, greasy hair that he tried to hide with one of those hideous comb-overs. He was short, heavy, wore a thick mustache and had bad teeth. What he lacked in physical appearance, he gained in kindness and I would later learn his role at the adult bookstore was the employee who kept inventory of all the items and partly the security guard for the “back room” traffic of people.
At that moment, I had no idea what that entailed but I would later learn. After Shay and I said our “hellos” to the gentleman, we continued to walk down the hallway which contained several doors. We felt invincible since Fred never asked for our IDs. We were unsuccessful in opening the locked first door. The second door opened and we found ourselves standing in a small room that had a video screen, an adjustable bar stool type chair, and slots to put in money. The room smelled musky and strange.
“What in the world? What is this? Do guys come in here and watch porn or something?” I asked.
“I’m not sure but I think so. Give me a quarter and let’s try it,” Shay replied as I fished around my purse for the coin.
I plunked the quarter in the machine and instantly a porn movie came on the screen with the volume turned up. It was a girl riding a guy with a huge cock and she was screaming and moaning. We giggled and continued to look around while occasionally glancing back at the movie. I noticed the walls were made of a thin board type like you would see in office cubicles that I remembered seeing at my mom’s work. The porno movie played just a few minutes and shut off.
I naively asked, “Why are there holes in the walls?”
Shay responded, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Those are ... I think ... glory holes.” As my puzzled face displayed my lack of understanding she continued, “You know. Gay guys stick their dicks through them to get sucked off by other guys.” She was trying to get her point across to ring my bell when she added, “Brent and those jerks are always joking about em at school.”
“No way,” I responded in disbelief. “I thought they were just kidding. Do you think the first door that was locked, a guy was ... you know?”
“Probably. Either that or jacking off to the porn movie,” chuckled Shay.
In my mind, I was thinking how hot that sounded to see a guy getting sucked off through the wall when a startled Shay let out a short, loud scream. It scared me to death and when I focused my attention on her, she had one hand over her mouth and her other hand was pointing. When I turned to the direction of her pointing, there was someone’s hard cock sticking out of the wall. It looked about 6 inches and was very straight.
“Oh my god! Look at that. It’s true. Guys do stick their dicks through these holes and trust someone not to hurt them. Men are so disgusting. All they are is a bunch of horny bastards,” gasped Shay.
When the shock had worn off, she thought about it and grinned, “Hey, let’s do something to it.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Let’s jack it off! He wants someone to service him, let’s give him is wish,” was her response when Shay tapped me on the shoulder in mid-sentence.
I turned and that is when I saw another cock sticking out of a hole on the other wall. This one was longer and a little thicker. Now at that time, I know most 17 year old girls would have ran and not looked back. I will be the first to admit, in some sick way, it turned me on. I actually felt my pussy tingle and instantly became wet. It was shameful.
Even though I felt like we were supposed to act like we wanted to leave but I really wanted to touch at least one of the hard penises protruding proudly from the wall. Shay giggled, “Let’s have a contest. We will jack them off and we will see which one cums first. Whoever makes her cock cum first, wins.”
She was so blunt and in my horny state, I readily agreed but she insisted on getting the bigger one. I didn’t care and when I got closer to mine, I could see the hole was big enough to also see his balls. They were hairy and I took hold of his hard-on as close to them as I could. When we were both ready, we started simultaneously. It was interesting to watch Shay jerk this strange cock with her own technique of fast, tight gripped pumping. I started more with the slow, twisting tugs before increasing my pace. When I jack a guy off, I use my thumb a lot and this was no different. The smacking sounds emanating from our handjobs were rhythmic and took place in unison. We could hear the guys breathing through the thin walls.
My guy was squirming so I knew he was getting closer and I felt I would win. I started stroking faster anticipating my victory when Shay’s guy let out a moan that permeated through the room. The cock she was jerking, twitched and shot his first blast about 3 feet, causing us to flinch in surprise. Shay kept beating him off as each spurt traveled less distance as the previous one until that last trail of slime landed on her fingers. My guy took a few extra minutes before he released a load that spewed everywhere but not near as far as Shay’s cock had done.
“I won,” boasted Shay as we headed out the door giggling, looking for a bathroom to wipe off our hands.
As we washed our hands in the bathroom, Shay pleaded, “That was so wild. We cannot tell anyone about this. If Dawson or Victor found out about it, they would kill us.”
I agreed and we left. The problem for me was that evening at the Halloween party and even later at home, I couldn’t get the idea of that place, the glory holes, and what we had done, out of my mind. Just the thought of the nastiness turned me on big time. The sleaziness of the entire situation was what drew me to it. I wanted to go further than just jacking a guy off through the glory hole and I became consumed with the desire to return.
That week at school, it was business as usual. Dawson and I hung out, I studied, I had cheer practice but one thing was different. I still couldn’t get that little room out of my mind. A couple of times, I even masturbated with my freshly purchased vibrator to the thought of sucking someone off through the wall. That Friday after the football game, was when I decided to make my bold move and return. It wasn’t easy to secretly plan a visit without the knowledge of not only my parents but my boyfriend.
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