The Glory Hole

 by: Hankster

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Chapter 1
Discovery and Confessions

John Lowell celebrated his twenty-first birthday with what he hoped would be a bang, literally.  His intention was to go to an adult bookstore.  He was not naïve.  He knew about the back rooms, where you could view videotapes and indulge in whatever else came naturally.  He was not a virgin either, but his experience with gay sex was very limited.  He and another member of his high school baseball team had done the deed once, but he could never get his teammate to repeat the experience.

Most young men would have been nervous about entering the book store, and then cruising for a hook-up for the first time, but John was fearless.  He knew what a hunk he was, and he knew he would be successful in his quest.  Before beginning the hunt, he decided to use the men’s room, and piss away the booze that he had just legally consumed at a nearby gay bar.   

There were no urinals, only stalls, in this establishment.  Not only was John familiar with video-viewing back rooms, but he knew what a glory hole was.  He had seen enough of them in porno films.  There it was, right out front in full view.  The hole was between his stall and his next door neighbor’s.  More exciting than the hole itself, a fat, uncut cock was dangling from the hole.  It was only semi-erect and John’s groin began to ache.  He fell to his knees and started sucking in joy.

He also knew full well when his playmate was cumming.  He had jerked off enough to know that too.  He and the succulent prick separated simultaneously.  When the hole was empty, John inserted his own throbbing uncut cock.  It was so full of pre-cum that when the guy on the other side of the wall grabbed it, the damn thing slipped out of his palm.  He grabbed it again and started sucking.  John was too young, and too horny, to last very long.  At the right moment, he pulled away, and shortly thereafter, the guy’s dick was dangling through the hole again.             

They went back and forth like this several times.  Suddenly, there was a delay in the stranger’s cock snaking its way through the glory hole.  Instead, he passed a note through.  It read; “I’m going to explode.  Please let me cum next time.  I’m here every Friday from 5:30 to 7:00.  Please come back next week.”

John grabbed a pen from his shirt pocket, and wrote at the bottom of the note, “Sure thing.  Please finish me first.”  He stuck the note through the hole, and shoved his cock in immediately after that.

They finished each other off quickly once they had made the date for the following week.  After he came, John panicked.  He preferred to remain anonymous.  He didn’t want to see the guy he just had sex with, and he didn’t want the guy to see him.  He dressed on the run, and rushed out of the store before the man he had serviced was anywhere near dressed, and could leave the rest room without being embarrassed. 

*****

Johnny was raised by a single mother.  She was a paralegal in a prestigious law firm, and provided very well for both herself and her son.  Johnny was just shy of his second birthday when his father died of pancreatic cancer.  John Sr. was only twenty-nine.  He had been suffering for over a year, and Johnny didn’t even remember him.  That was fortunate for him, because he also could not remember how his father suffered at the end.  In fact, he was unaware of his mother’s agony as well.      

Shortly before Johnny’s fourteenth birthday, his mother, Carla Lowell, informed him that she had agreed to marry Craig Burns, a partner in her law firm.  She told Johnny that he would be moving into their house shortly before their wedding.  Johnny was not aware that his mother was seeing anyone, and he was shocked by the news. However, he loved his mother, and wanted to see her happy, so he gallantly embraced her and told her that he wished her all the happiness in the world. 

As if this momentous news was not enough for the young boy, then Carla dropped another bomb.   “Craig’s parents died last year in a horrendous car accident,” she said.  “Craig is raising his kid brother, Matthew, who is a little older than you, Johnny.  In fact, his fifteenth birthday is this coming Saturday.  Craig is making Matthew a small family party in his apartment so that everyone can meet.”

Matthew and Johnny would have separate bedrooms, but they would have to share a bathroom, and Johnny was definitely not happy about that.  Again, he put his feelings and emotions aside for the greater good: his mother’s happiness.

Everyone in the newly-melded family hit it off from the get-go.  Craig embraced Johnny, and whispered in his ear, “I love your mother very much,” he said.  “I promise to make both of you very happy.”  Then he kissed Johnny on his forehead, and the boy squirmed.

Matthew was a different story.  Bottom line: he was a hunk.  He was nearly full grown.  He stood nearly six feet tall and had some more to grow.  His muscles had muscles.  His hair and eyes were brown, and his chin was square and strong.  He shook Johnny’s hand, and said jokingly, “Please call me Matt, but don’t call me Uncle.  I’d prefer if you thought of me as your friend.”  Then he embraced Johnny just as Craig had.

Johnny was growing rapidly, but at the moment he was at least four inches shorter than Matt.  He was very athletic, and he was just as muscular as Matt.  Nevertheless, Matt made Johnny feel very inferior.

“After we move in together,” Matt said to Johnny, “I’ll be transferring to your high school.  We’ll have fun together.”

Johnny almost passed out when Matt said that.  You see, Johnny had a secret, a big one.  He was gay.  He took Matt’s last statement to be a double entendre.  Control yourself, he thought, Matt’s straight.

For lack of anything important to say, Johnny said, “Please call me John.  I’m getting too old for Johnny.”    

“Of course we will,” Matt said for his brother also.

Craig served lamb chops as an entrée, complete with mint jelly and a baked sweet potato.  John loved lamb chops.  Was it a coincidence or did Carla clue him in?  As if in answer to his thoughts, Craig said, “Your mother has told me all about you, John.  She’s proud that you are as much of an athlete as your dad was.”

John didn’t even know his father was an athlete.  He was irked that this stranger knew more about his father than he did.

“She tells me that you’re on the high school baseball team,” Craig continued.  “I promise to be at every game I can, and even if I can’t make it, I’m sure that Matt will be there.”

“I promise,” Matt mumbled.

“I’m just a freshman so I won’t be playing much this year, but the coach thinks I’m pretty good, so next year will be different.”

John had no time to conjecture as to why Craig was being so good to him.  His future stepfather was overwhelming him with love.  Every weekend he took John and Matt to professional ball games, and hockey matches.  When he took them to concerts and museums, Carla went with them.  He even took the boys to rock concerts, but Carla graciously turned down Craig’s invitation to join them.  The boys actually became good friends, and they started to count the days before they would be living together.

One evening at a hockey game, the action got really exciting.  Matt slapped John’s knee.  That was fine, but he kept it there far too long.  John’s gay heart skipped a beat, but he couldn’t be sure of Matt’s intentions so he did nothing to encourage or discourage him.

When John started his sophomore year, Matt transferred into his high school as a junior.  “What teams are you going to try out for?” John asked his hunky step uncle.

“None of them,” Matt stated simply.  “I have my heart set on getting the male lead, or second lead, in the high school musicals, and I only have two years to prove myself.”

“What makes you think you have the goods?” John asked insensitively.

“Why not me?  I know I’m a hunk.  You can’t deny that.  Besides I sing very well, and I can dance a little.”

“If it’s what you want I’ll support you, but I gotta tell you that the guys on the baseball team call the drama dudes, faggots.”

“Who cares what they think,” Matt said, defiantly.  “When I’m singing on Broadway or in a concert, I’ll tell them to go fuck themselves in spades.”

John smiled at Matt.  “Yes,” he said, “I believe your dreams will come true, and I’ll help you tell them to go fuck themselves.”

The two boys could not stop laughing.

*****

During the next two years, Matt realized his immediate dreams.  In his junior year he got the second lead in “South Pacific.”  In his senior year he got the lead in “Damn Yankees.”  John kidded him that it wasn’t talent got him the role.  He was the only one who auditioned that looked like a real athlete.

“I can’t sing a note,” John teased Matt, “but I could have gotten the role because I look like, and I am, a baseball player.”

As they were getting ready to leave for Matt’s graduation, he and John were standing in front of their bathroom mirror.  What they saw were two handsome young men who were fully mature.  Matt was 6’1” and John was 6 feet even.  They were both muscled and strong.  From the time Matt moved in, the two boys worked out together.  They knew exactly what their bodies looked like naked from showering in the gym together.  They were both uncut and very well hung.  John had to think of snakes and bugs to keep from getting an erection.  Sometimes the struggle was too hard, and he thought of confiding his sexual orientation to Matt.  They had become BFFs, but in spite of that, Matt always chickened out.

Craig could well afford to send his kid brother to an out-of-town university, but Matt insisted on going to a local college, at least for his freshman year.  He wanted to continue to live at home.  Craig was disappointed.  He wanted Matt to have the ‘college experience’ as he remembered it.

“When John decides what he wants to do and where he wants to go, I’ll make up my mind then,” Matt told his brother.  “In the meantime, we won’t be separated for at least another year.”

Craig knew that his brother and stepson had closely bonded, but he didn’t realize just how closely.  He reluctantly relented.

As it turned out, John chose to go to the same college in their city as Matt did, NYU.  He wanted to cost his parents as little as possible while he pursued an education.  This way both men could live at home and save Craig and Carla a bundle.  The two young men were delighted not to be separated.  Both their social lives were wrapped up together.  They weren’t even dating.  As far as either of them knew they were still virgins.

After graduation, Matt got a good job in a brokerage firm, but he didn’t give up auditioning for a career on the stage.  He informed his brother that he wanted to live at home until John graduated from college.  Then they would get an apartment together and leave the nest.  Craig was surprised and mildly upset.  He began to wonder if something more was going on between the two young men.  He put the thought out of his mind.  He didn’t even want to contemplate such a terrible thing.

Then on his twenty-first birthday, when John was a few months shy of his college graduation, he decided to say goodbye to his virginity.  He discounted his single high school encounter.  He went first to a gay bar to have a couple of drinks to fortify himself.  Then he went to an adult book store near the college.  He planned to browse in the gay section, and hopefully get approached by an older man with experience.

When he entered the store, he gave himself a quick orientation.  Most of the premises were devoted to straight porn, but about one-eighth of the area was devoted to gay porn.  Before going to the gay section to browse, John needed to pee and he headed for the bathroom.  It was there that he finally had his first gay experience, but it was anonymous, and that suited him just fine.

For four Friday’s in a row, John had sex through the glory hole with some unknown stranger.  He always ran away before his faceless lover could get out of his stall and see him.  Finally, on the fifth Friday, the man on the other side of the wall ran out butt naked, and confronted Matt before he had a chance to high-tail it out of there.

“Why are you afraid to face me?” the middle-aged man asked?  “Why do you keep running away?”

John was speechless.  The stranger may have been old by John’s standards, maybe 45, but he was one handsome dude, and built as well as Matt.  He finally got his tongue.  “I’m still in the closet,” he said.  “I know I have to come out soon, but until then I prefer to remain anonymous.”

“Well, that makes two of us,” the handsome man said.  “I need anonymity also.  You see, I’m married with grown kids.  I think we can both count on our discretion.”

“Deal,” John said.

“Good, now let’s get dressed and hit that gay bar on the corner.  I’ll buy you a drink and we can get to know each other.  My object is for you to get to know me well enough to go to a hotel room with me soon.  The glory hole is only mildly satisfying.”

Feeling a lot more comfortable, John smiled, nodded his head and said, “Sure.”

There were no tables available there.  It was the beginning of the weekend and the joint was jumping.  They found two adjacent seats at the bar.  With a scotch and soda in front of the man, and a glass of white wine in front of John, they introduced each other.

“My name’s John Lowell.  I’m graduating from NYU in a few months, and I’ve been accepted to Fordham Law.  My stepdad’s a lawyer, and I guess he influenced me.  I’m still living at home … uptown.”

“My name’s David Smith.  Yes, it’s really Smith.  Also, for your information, I’m a lawyer too.  I’m a sole practitioner.  I live uptown also, on the east side.  How’d you like to clerk for me, while you go to law school.  We’ll work around your class schedule, and it will look great on your resume.”

“Wow! That’s fantastic.”  A huge smile covered John’s face.

David took out one of his business cards, and wrote down the name of a midtown hotel.  “Here,” he said, “meet me here next Friday.  I have a rendezvous with another man on Wednesday evenings at the same hotel.  If you can get away on a Wednesday for a couple of hours or if he can manage to get away on a Friday, the three of us could do a three way one day.  You two guys would like each other.  Think of the fun we could have, and all the possibilities.”

Things were moving too fast for John.  All he could manage to say was, “We’ll see.”

To be continued...

Posted: 5/17/19