Back in my youth, I had read stories in various porn magazines about glory holes, and I have to say the idea fascinated me, and always gave me a hard-on. Some anonymous dude, on the other side of a wall, just begging to worship your cock, for as long as you wanted. I didn't actually get to experience my first glory hole until I was in my early twenties. As a teen,, I knew where the adult book stores were, but I was too chicken shit to go in one. I thought for sure they would card me or bust me. Of course, if I had only realized that an 18 year old cock cruising around an adult book store was a "prize"; just think of how many more blow jobs I could have added to my list. Oh well, hind sight is 20/20.
When I did finally get the courage to go to an adult book store, it was a seedy joint in a town called Bordentown, in Central NJ, located in a little strip mall, right next to a Pizza Parlor and restaurant. When you pulled in, all the patrons in the restaurant could see you. I would quickly park and scurry for the door to the bookstore, hoping no one I knew saw me. Wasn't until a year later I found the rear parking-lot. Once inside, it was always quiet with the exception of the video booth area. Sounds of moans, and the normal porn vocabulary would be spewing from the back hallway; "Fuck Yeah", "Fuck that ass", "Take it". You all know the routine porn lines. The old man behind the counter would look at you as if you were dinner. In those days you needed tokens. You had no choice but to approach the counter and publicly display the fact you wanted to watch videos and either jerk off, suck cock, or be sucked.
With tokens in hand, I cautiously went into the dark hallway. men would be standing by the booth, sizing you up, rubbing their crotches, some would give you the nod to come into their booths. If I was going for glory hole sex, I didn't want to know who was going to be slurping down my cock. I would always go to an empty booth and lock the door. Sure enough, in no time, someone would enter the booth next to mine. You would hear the token drop, video selection being made, and then the two fingers through the hole or the entire hand, begging for you to unzip and slide your meat through the hole. Being a horny, young, twenty something, I would always immediately oblige the hungry cock sucker, and slowly unzip and make him wait a few before giving him what he wanted. I loved having my cock gobbled and slurped on and my balls played with through the hole. Always pulling back out when I was close. Always wanted the experience to last a little longer. Once I had my first experience of a glory hole, I was hooked. As the years progressed, sometimes I would look through the hole to see who it was or at least try to make sure it wasn't some freaky guy. Always had a fear some pervert would trap my cock on the other side and not let me go.
Sadly, those days are gone in NJ. Every place I knew is now either out of business or the holes are gone. Not that I would be cruising glory holes these days, but still, why shouldn't others be able to enjoy what we had? At least I have memories, and lots of them. I could go on about a lot of hot times I've had in those booths, but I'll save it all for another post. For now enjoy my pics as I travel down memory lane. WOOF!
When I did finally get the courage to go to an adult book store, it was a seedy joint in a town called Bordentown, in Central NJ, located in a little strip mall, right next to a Pizza Parlor and restaurant. When you pulled in, all the patrons in the restaurant could see you. I would quickly park and scurry for the door to the bookstore, hoping no one I knew saw me. Wasn't until a year later I found the rear parking-lot. Once inside, it was always quiet with the exception of the video booth area. Sounds of moans, and the normal porn vocabulary would be spewing from the back hallway; "Fuck Yeah", "Fuck that ass", "Take it". You all know the routine porn lines. The old man behind the counter would look at you as if you were dinner. In those days you needed tokens. You had no choice but to approach the counter and publicly display the fact you wanted to watch videos and either jerk off, suck cock, or be sucked.
With tokens in hand, I cautiously went into the dark hallway. men would be standing by the booth, sizing you up, rubbing their crotches, some would give you the nod to come into their booths. If I was going for glory hole sex, I didn't want to know who was going to be slurping down my cock. I would always go to an empty booth and lock the door. Sure enough, in no time, someone would enter the booth next to mine. You would hear the token drop, video selection being made, and then the two fingers through the hole or the entire hand, begging for you to unzip and slide your meat through the hole. Being a horny, young, twenty something, I would always immediately oblige the hungry cock sucker, and slowly unzip and make him wait a few before giving him what he wanted. I loved having my cock gobbled and slurped on and my balls played with through the hole. Always pulling back out when I was close. Always wanted the experience to last a little longer. Once I had my first experience of a glory hole, I was hooked. As the years progressed, sometimes I would look through the hole to see who it was or at least try to make sure it wasn't some freaky guy. Always had a fear some pervert would trap my cock on the other side and not let me go.
Sadly, those days are gone in NJ. Every place I knew is now either out of business or the holes are gone. Not that I would be cruising glory holes these days, but still, why shouldn't others be able to enjoy what we had? At least I have memories, and lots of them. I could go on about a lot of hot times I've had in those booths, but I'll save it all for another post. For now enjoy my pics as I travel down memory lane. WOOF!
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5 comments:
I so miss glory holes more and more are gone! i spent most of my growing up years, late 80s and all of the 90s at one. Its funny i also spent a lot of time in the back room of bars getting fucked. Its too bad guys who are just coming out in 2000's will never get those experiences and wow were they ever great!
I miss those days as well. These days everyone is doing the cyber thing. I miss Man to Man contct. If I wanted to jerk off by myself I would.. But those days have come and gone. Gloryholes were awsome. so was the park, Malls, books stores. Even now the bars are smaller in people that they were.
WOOF on those pictures.
Ray
I think I know of the bookstore your talking about. It used to be on Route 130? I wonder if it's still there. LOL!
Stan, why am I not surprised? hehhehehe And no it's gone! The Big ABS near Mastoris is still there, but no glory holes.
I still love them. In all my travels ifi am alone and see one i hit. They always want to sample the skills of a new cocksucker.
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