Stanford Park Glory Hole - Chapter 1

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It started in lunch period on Thursday. All us guys at the table were bullshitting aboutsports, girls, games, bitching about parents and teachers. Typical stuff, I'd he ard it and said it all a thousand times.

Then Bill Markley started talking about playing basketball the evening before at Stanford Park on the other side of town. There was a better, more modern park on our side of town, so most???of us had never been to Stanford.

"What the fuck you over there for?" Chris Benner asked.

"My cousin Ryan lives right by it. He's always got weed, so I was hanging out wi th him and his buddy."

"Fuckin' pothead," Chris laughed. Bill didn't deny it. He was definitely the st oner in our group.

"Anyway, I'm needing to take a piss, so I run over to the men's room. I'm doing my thing, and I look over and there's this fuckin' hole in the wall of the toilet stall. I'm just pissin' and staring at it, not really looking at it, you know, I'm buzzed and thinking my thoughts," Bill continued.

"You got more than one thought, Bill?" Nick Weller cracked, and everyone laughed . Everyone but me, that is. My pulse was racing. I thought I knew where this story was going.

"Fuck you, Weller. Anyway, all of a sudden this finger comes poking out of the h ole and makes a circle around the inside of it. I jumped and pissed all over my fuckin' shoes!"

Everyone burst out laughing and I joined in, but my heart was pounding. A glory???hole, in my town! I knew exactly what it was for, I'd seen plenty of videos on Twitter and busted my nut???to several of them. I always wished there was one around where I lived but I figured you had to be in a big c ity for that kind of thing. Now I knew exactly where to find one.

The guys all joked about Bill getting 'fingered' in the men's room, shit like th at. Only Chris Benner made the comment I'd been expecting, about fags in the park.

I wasn't mentally present for the rest of the day. Instead, I was planning out h ow I could get to Stanford Park as soon as possible. I was a 15 year old closete d gay virgin, and I'd just been handed the keys to a sexual kingdom.

I wanted to go right from school, but the problem with that was my older brother , Andy. He was two years ahead of me and had his license, so I always rode to an d from school with him.

I tried to think of a lie I could tell about staying after school, but Stanford Park wasn't a short walk. I'd really need to ride my bike to make it work, so it made more sense to go home with Andy like I always did.

I was practically vibrating with nervous anticipation the whole way home. Even A ndy, who usually prefers to ignore me unless he wants to kick my ass for some reason, picked up on it.

"What the fuck is up with you, Abetard?" he asked, looking over at me as he sped down the street. My name is Abe, but I couldn't remember the last time my broth er called me anything but 'Abetard', or 'ABitch' or some other 'clever' nickname, unless my parents were listening.

"Nothing!"

"Quit squirming around then! You're distracting me from the road," Andy said. Th is from a guy who nearly rear ended another car once because a chick was out for a jog and his eyes were on h er tits! True story.

Normally I head right to the kitchen for a snack and a drink when we get home, a nd then up to my room to jerk off to gay porn on Twitter before I started my hom ework. Andy either drops me off to go to his after school job or, if he's not working, he heads to his room right away and I don't see him again until dinner.

Today he was working, so he just ran in to grab his waiter uniform and took off. I hauledmy backpack up to my room and scribbled a note about going for a bike ride, just in case I didn't get home before my parents, and then ran back down and headed out the back door.

I grabbed my bike from the shed and set off, my heart still racing in anticipati on of my first experience. I made record time getting across town. Stanford Park was pretty much deserted, except???for an old woman walking a small dog.

I locked my bike up in an otherwise empty rack, and headed for the promised land .

The bathroom was no different than any other I'd been in. A bit dark and dank, p lenty of graffiti. To my disappointment, I was the only person there. I'd somehow expected to find the gu y who'd tried to suck Bill off waiting for me.

I stepped over by the urinals and looked at the stall partition, and there it wa s, just like Bill had said: a glory hole. I opened up the stall door and went inside, closing it behind me.

I discovered that there were actually two glory holes in the stall, one on the s ide by the urinals, and one between the two stalls.That seemed like good odds to me, so I dropped my pants and sat down to wait, pu lling out my phone and stroking my cock slowly while logging in to my second Twitter account, the one no one knew about.

Time seemed to crawl by. I had been sitting there for 19 long minutes and was wo ndering if I should give up and come back on the weekend when it was busier, when I finally heard someone co me in.

I held my breath and stopped stroking my dick. Footsteps approached and I saw a???pair of black sneakers step up to the urinal next to my stall.

I leaned over slowly and looked through the hole. I had a perfect view of a soft cock, held loosely between two fingers which aimed it into the urinal. As I watched, a strong stream of piss sh ot out of it.

I couldn't see much else of the guy. What if he was really old, or ugly? I was s uddenly full of doubts. As I sat up,I noticed for the first time that there was???a smaller hole a bit farther up. A peep hole!

I put my eye to it and was rewarded by the sight of a good looking guy who was p robably about ten years older than me, dressed in shorts and a tshirt, ear buds???hanging down. He'd obviously stopped to piss while out for a run.

My eye was fixed on his face and when the piss stopped and I saw him shaking off , I reached over and cautiously ran my finger around the edge of the glory hole, like I'd seen on Twitter, and like the guy had done with Bill the previous evening. I saw his sharp glance in my direction and then a smile break out on his face.

In one swift movement he turned and stuck his cock through the hole and into my???hand.

I dropped to my knees, feeling light headed with lust. For the first time in my???life, I had another man's cock in my hand. I started stroking and it very quickly grew to a good solid six inches or so.

Leaning forward, I took the head between my lips and ran my tongue across it, el iciting a soft groan from the jogger on the other side of the partition.

His cock tasted of sweat and a bit like the piss he'd been shaking off. Not the???best first taste, but the way it felt in my mouth was intoxicating. Silky but hard, hot and throbbing. In that sense,???it was everything I'd ever fantasized about.

I was hardly an expert at sucking cock, but it still only took him about two min utes. He shot in my mouth with nowarning at all, catching me off guard. I sputte red, coughed, and choked on the mouthful of salty jizz before swallowing it down.

The very first cock I'd ever sucked pulled away and I heard the urinal flush and then the jogger walking out of the bathroom.

I got up and sat back on the toilet. My dick was harder than it had ever been. I sat there, still tasting the cum I'd swallowed, and began to edge myself. I didn't want to shoot yet, I still wanted my first blowjob. The jogger hadn't been interested, but I had about an hour before I had to leave, if I wanted to beat my parents home. I was sure someone else would come along if I was just patient.

Another twenty minutes crawled by, and I had to stop myself from cumming four or five times. My hope was ebbing away when suddenly there were footsteps. A man walked in and went to a urinal and immediately started pissing, but not at the one right next to my stall. I was trying to look through the glory hole to catch a glimpse when someone else walked in. The second guy was moving quickly and made his way right into the stall next to mine.

I sat up and turned slightly in that direction, hoping that I wasn't about to hear and smell someone taking a shit. The only sound was the man pissing at the urinal, though, and that soon stopped, followed by a flush and the sound of him departing. The guy in the other stall and I were now alone.

There were no sounds or smells, everything seemed suspiciously quiet. I looked in vain for a peephole on that side, but there wasn't one. It was just the glory hole, and I had no way of knowing who was behind it. My nerves were on edge, but I really wanted that first blow job, so I started to stroke my cock as loudly as I could, noticing that doing so also created a pretty telltale shadow on the floor of my stall. If the guy was looking in this direction, he couldn't miss it.

I gasped out loud when his finger appeared and ran around the rim of the hole. This was it. I stood up and moved forward, slipping my six and a half inches of cock through. I heard him move inside his stall as he sank to his knees and my dick was immediately engulfed in a warm, wet mouth. The suction started and I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven. It was the most incredible feeling I'd ever had in my life.

Looking down, I could see his own cock sticking under the partition, his hand stroking away. My mouth watered at the sight of it, and I wanted to taste it.

It being my first blowjob, I didn't last long at all, though I managed to go longer than the jogger had. It took about four minutes until I felt myself passing the point of no return. I didn't want to surprise him, so I started grunting in a way that I hoped conveyed that he was going to get a mouthful of cum if he didn't pull off. The message seemed to get across, but his reaction was to begin sucking harder and stroking faster.

I shot in his mouth, and he held didn't release my dick until I was well and truly drained. He must have swallowed it all. Once he took his mouth off, I quickly pulled my dick back through the hole and ran my fingers along the edge to signal him that I wanted to taste his cock.

He stood up and and pushed through a thick cock that had to be about seven inches. I hit my knees and took in the second cock I'd ever sucked. This one tasted much better, no sweat or piss flavor, and I loved the soft moans that started coming from the other stall as I took in as much of it as I could.

"Gonna cum," he whispered softly after about five minutes. I mimicked his own response, sucking even harder and keeping him in my mouth. I felt one, two, and then three shots hit the back of my throat. I held it in my mouth, waiting until he slowly pulled away, and then I swallowed it all. His cum tasted a lot better than the joggers' had.

I stood back up and pulled up my underwear and pants, even though I was already getting hard again. I could happily stay here all day, but I knew I needed to get home before my parents did, or there would be a lot of questions I didn't want to answer.

I was wondering what the procedure was for this sort of thing- who leaves first?- when I heard him open his stall door and saw him hurry by in a blur.

I waited a few minutes and then headed out. At the door to the restroom I cautiously looked around and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Over near the basketball court, I saw Bill Markley and Chris Benner, along with another guy, who I assumed was probably Bill's cousin Ryan. Had any of them been in the bathroom? Had I just sucked off one of my friends? Was my first ever beej from one of the guys I'd known since elementary school?

One thing I knew for sure, I had to get away before they saw me and wondered what I was doing there. Luckily, the bike rack was on the opposite side of the bathrooms, so I turned and fled in that direction. As I rounded the corner to the bike racks, I spotted a car just pulling out of the park's parking lot. I stopped short, a feeling of panic touching me. It looked like Andy's car, and then last thing I wanted to do was explain why I was all the way across town at this park.

I couldn't be sure it was his car, though, and the more I thought about it as I rode my bike toward home, the more I realized how silly I was being. He drove a fairly common make and model car and Andy was at work this afternoon, it couldn't be him. Besides, why would he be in Stanford Park?

The house was empty when I got home. I headed upstairs and took a quick shower, during which I replayed all the afternoon's events in my head and jerked out another load to the memory.

Back in my room, I started in on my homework and found it impossible to keep a smile off my face. That morning, I woke up a hopeless gay virgin, and now I'd sucked my first two dicks, had my first blowjob, and had the prospect of endless amounts of gloryhole fun ahead of me until I could get the hell out of this town and go to college somewhere with a lot of gay guys.

The only thing that really weighed on my mind was the sight of two of my friends at the park. What if.... but why would Bill have told that story at lunch if he was really into cruising for dick? I don't know why Chris was in the park with Bill, but of all my friends, Chris was the least likely to be sucking dick in a men's room. He'd had a girlfriend for over a year now. That left only Bill's cousin Ryan, assuming that he'd been the third guy with them. Since he was someone I'd never met, I felt he was probably the most likely candidate of the three. There'd been no one else in the park, as far as I could see, except for the person leaving in the car. I had no idea if that was a man or woman, but if it was a man, I figured he was likely my guy.

I'd probably never really know the truth, but I made a silent promise to keep a closer eye on both Bill and Chris at school the next day, to see if there were any clues to one of them being my mystery man.

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斯坦福公园的寻欢洞 - 第一章

作者：布兰登·沃尔登 发布于：2023 年 4 月 15 日 字数：2826 来源：https://new.nifty.org/stories/stanford-park-glory-hole-97186/1

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事情是从周四午餐时间开始的。我们一桌男生都在胡扯体育、女孩、游戏，抱怨爹妈和老师。都是些老生常谈，我听过、说过不下上千遍了。

然后比尔·马克利开口说起前一天晚上在城另一头的斯坦福公园打篮球的事。我们这头有个更新、更现代化的公园，所以我们大多数人压根没去过斯坦福公园。

“你他妈跑那儿去干嘛？”克里斯·本纳问道。

“我表哥瑞安就住旁边。他身上总带着大麻，所以我就跟他和他哥们儿一块混了。”

“该死的瘾君子，”克里斯大笑。比尔没否认。他绝对是我们这群人里的瘾君子。

“反正，我想撒尿，就跑进男厕所。正尿着呢，一扭头，看见隔间墙上有个他妈的洞。我当时一边尿，一边盯着那个洞，其实也没仔细看，你知道的，我有点上头，正想着自己那点事儿呢，”比尔继续说。

“你还能想不止一件事，比尔？”尼克·韦勒打趣道，所有人都笑了。除了我，所有人。我的脉搏在狂跳。我隐约猜到这故事要往哪儿讲。

“操你妈的，韦勒。反正，突然间，一根手指从那个洞里捅了出来，还沿着内壁画了个圈。我吓得跳了起来，尿了自己一鞋！”

所有人爆发出一阵大笑，我也跟着笑，但我的心怦怦直跳。一个寻欢洞，就在我们镇上！我太清楚那是干什么用的了，我在推特上看过无数视频，对着好几个打过飞机。我一直盼着住的地方附近能有一个，但觉得这种事只能在大城市里才有。现在，我确切地知道去哪儿找它了。

男生们都拿比尔在男厕所被“手指调戏”之类的事开玩笑。只有克里斯·本纳说了句我一直在等的话，关于公园里的基佬。

那天的剩余时间里，我根本不在状态。相反，我在心里盘算着怎么才能尽快赶到斯坦福公园。我是一个十五岁、深柜的同性恋处男，刚刚被递上了一把通往性爱王国的钥匙。

我本想一放学就去，但问题是我哥安迪。他比我高两个年级，有驾照，所以我总是搭他的车上下学。

我试着想个借口说放学后要留下来，但斯坦福公园可不是走几步就到。真要搞定这事，我得骑自行车过去，所以跟着安迪像往常一样先回家更合算。

回家的整个路上，我都因为紧张的期待而几乎在颤抖。就连安迪——他通常都无视我，除非想找个理由揍我一顿——也察觉到了。

“你他妈怎么了，傻逼贝？”他一边把车飞快地开上街，一边乜斜着看我。我叫阿贝，但我都不记得我哥最后一次叫我名字是什么时候了，不是“傻逼贝”，就是“贱人贝”，或者什么别的“特别”昵称，除非在爹妈跟前。

“没事！”

“那就别他妈动来动去的！你搞得我分心开车，”安迪说。这话可是出自一个曾经差点追尾，就因为有个妞在慢跑，他眼睛粘在了人家奶子上的人嘴里！真事儿。

通常我们到家后，我会直奔厨房找点零食和饮料，然后上楼到我房间，对着推特的同性色情片打飞机，再做作业。安迪要么把我放下赶去他的课外兼职，要么如果不上班，他就直接回自己房间，直到晚饭前我都见不着他。

今天他得上班，所以他就跑进来抓上服务生的制服就走了。我把背包拖到楼上房间，草草写了个条说我去骑车兜风了，万一我比爹妈晚到家好有个交代，然后跑下楼，从后门出去了。

我从棚里推出自行车上路，心依旧因为对初次体验的期待而狂跳。我用创纪录的速度穿过镇子。斯坦福公园几乎没什么人，除了一个遛小狗的老太太。

我把车锁在一个空荡荡的车架上，然后直奔那应许之地。

那厕所跟我去过的其他厕所没什么两样。有点暗，有点潮，墙上涂鸦不少。令我失望的是，我是那里唯一的人。我本来还指望着那个想给比尔口交的家伙在等我呢。

我走到小便池旁，看着隔板，它就在那儿，跟比尔说的一模一样：一个寻欢洞。我打开隔间门进去，把门关上。

我发现隔间里其实有两个洞，一个在靠小便池的那侧，另一个在两个隔间之间。这概率看起来不错，于是我褪下裤子坐下等待，掏出手机，一边慢慢撸着鸡巴，一边登录我的第二个推特账号，那个没人知道的号。

时间仿佛爬一样慢。我已经在那里坐了漫长的十九分钟，正想着是不是该放弃，等到周末人更多的时候再来，这时终于听到有人进来了。

我屏住呼吸，停止了撸管。脚步声靠近，我看见一双黑色运动鞋走到我隔间旁的小便池前。

我慢慢地斜过身子，从洞望过去。我完美地看到一条软软的鸡巴，夹在两根手指之间，对准了小便池。我正看着，一股强劲的尿流喷了出来。

我看不清那人的其他部分。万一他很老，或者很丑怎么办？我突然充满了疑虑。坐直时，我第一次注意到稍高一点的地方还有个小洞。一个偷窥孔！

我把眼睛贴上去，欣喜地看到一个长相不错的男人，大概比我大十岁，穿着短裤和 T 恤，耳机垂在胸前。显然是出来跑步，中途停下来撒尿。

我的眼睛紧盯着他的脸，当那泡尿停了，我看见他在抖落残液时，我伸过手去，小心翼翼地沿着寻欢洞的边摸了一圈，就像我在推特上看到的那样，也像前一天晚上那人对付比尔那样。我看到他猛地朝我这边瞥了一眼，然后脸上绽开了一个微笑。

他动作迅速地转过身，把鸡巴捅过洞来，正好落在我手里。

我跪倒在地，被欲火烧得头晕目眩。有生以来第一次，我把另一个男人的鸡巴握在了手里。我开始套弄，它很快就硬挺起来，长成一根结结实实六英寸左右的家伙。

我俯身向前，将龟头含在唇间，舌头在顶端扫过，引得隔板那侧的慢跑者一声轻柔的呻吟。

他的鸡巴尝起来有汗味和一丝刚才他抖掉的尿味。算不上最好的初尝滋味，但它在嘴里的感觉令人陶醉。丝滑却坚硬，滚烫又搏动。就这个意义上说，它完全是我梦想中的一切。

我远非吹箫高手，但他也只用了大概两分钟就射了。他毫无预兆地在我嘴里爆发，让我措手不及。我呛咳着一嘴咸腥的精液，扑扑腾腾，然后吞了下去。

我口过的第一根鸡巴撤了回去，我听见小便池冲水，然后慢跑者走出了厕所。

我起身坐回到马桶上。我的老二比任何时候都硬。我坐在那里，依旧回味着咽下去的精液滋味，开始给自己打飞机，但忍着不射。我还不想释放，我还想要我的第一次被口。那个慢跑者没那意思，但我大概还有一个钟头就得走，才能赶在爹妈前到家。我确信只要耐心，还会有人来的。

又过了约莫二十分钟，期间我不得不好几次强行忍住射意。我的希望渐渐消退，突然，传来了脚步声。一个男人走进来，到一个小便池前立即开始撒尿，但不是紧挨我隔间的那个。我正试着透过寻欢洞看个究竟，又有人走了进来。第二个人动作很快，径直进了我旁边的隔间。

我坐直身子，朝那个方向微微转过身，希望接下来不要听到或闻到有人拉屎。然而，唯一的声响只有小便池那人的尿声，那声音也很快就停了，接着是冲水和那人离开的动静。现在，隔壁隔间的男人和我独处了。

没有声音，也没有气味，一切安静得可疑。我徒劳地想在那面墙上找个偷窥孔，但没有。只有寻欢洞，而我完全不知道洞那边是谁。我的神经绷得紧紧的，但我实在太想得到第一次口交了，于是我开始尽可能大声地撸管，同时注意到这在我的隔间地上制造出一个相当明显的影子。如果那家伙朝这边看，绝不可能错过。

当他的手指突然出现，绕着洞的边缘划了一圈时，我忍不住大声倒吸一口气。就是此刻。我起身趋前，将我那六英寸半的鸡巴滑过洞口。我听见他在自己隔间里动了动，跪倒在地，然后我的老二立刻被包进一个温暖湿润的口腔。吸吮开始，我感觉自己仿佛上天堂了。那是我这辈子最不可思议的感觉。

往下看，我能看到他自己的鸡巴从隔板下伸过来，他的手正在套弄。看到它的模样，我垂涎欲滴，想尝一尝。

这是我第一次被口交，我完全撑不了多久，虽然比那个慢跑者还是持久些。大约过了四分钟，我感觉到自己越过了不归点。我不想吓到他，于是开始发出一种自认为能传达“他要是不躲开，就要接到满嘴精液了”的咕哝声。这信息似乎被收到了，但他的反应是开始吸得更猛，套弄得更快。

我射在了他嘴里，他一直不松开我的老二，直到我确确实实被吸干了才作罢。他肯定全吞下去了。他一松口，我就飞快地把鸡巴从洞里抽回，用手指沿洞边抹了一圈，示意他我想尝他的老二。

他站起身，将一根足有七英寸粗厚的鸡巴捅了过来。我扑通跪下，接纳了我这辈子口交的第二根鸡巴。这根尝起来好多了，没有汗味或尿臊味，当我尽可能含住它时，我爱极了从隔壁隔间传来的轻柔呻吟。

“要射了，”约莫五分钟后，他轻声低语。我模仿他刚才的反应，吸得更加卖力，把他留在嘴里。我感觉一股、两股、然后三股热液冲在喉咙后面。我含在嘴里，等他慢慢抽离，然后吞了个干净。他的精液比那个慢跑者的好吃多了。

我重新站起来，提起内裤和裤子，尽管我自己已经又硬了起来。我可以一整天都留在这儿，但我明白得在爹妈之前到家，否则会有许多我不想回答的问题。

我琢磨着这种事该有什么程序——谁先走？——这时我听见他打开隔间门，看见他匆匆经过，一团模糊。

我等了几分钟，然后出去。在厕所门口，我小心翼翼地四下张望，眼睛差点从眼眶里弹出来。在篮球场附近，我瞧见了比尔·马克利和克里斯·本纳，还有另一个家伙，我猜大概是比尔的表哥瑞安。他们中有谁刚才在厕所里吗？我刚刚口交的是我的一个朋友吗？我平生第一次口爆，难道是来自一个从小学就认识的人？

有一件事我非常确定：我得在他们看见我、揣测我来这儿干什么之前，赶紧离开。幸运的是，自行车架在厕所的另一面，于是我转身朝那个方向逃去。转过拐角朝车架走去时，我发现一辆小轿车正驶出公园停车场。我猛地停住脚，一阵恐慌攫住了我。那车看着像安迪的，而我可不想解释我为什么大老远跑到这个公园来。

不过，我不能确定那是他的车，而且骑车回家的路上我越想越觉得自己犯傻。他的车是很常见的品牌和型号，安迪今天下午上班呢，不可能是他。再说了，他跑到斯坦福公园来干嘛？

到家时屋里没人。我上楼飞快地冲了个澡，期间我将下午所有的事情在脑子里重演了一遍，并为那回忆又撸出了一发。

回到房间，我开始做功课，发现自己忍不住脸上的笑意。那天早上醒来时，我还是个绝望的同性恋处男，而现在，我已经口过两根鸡巴，被口了一次，而且眼前还有在寻欢洞无尽的乐子等着我，直到我可以离开这个镇子，去一个有许多基佬的地方上大学。

唯一真正压在我心头的事，是在公园里看见我两个朋友的情形。万一……可是如果比尔真是出来寻欢吃鸡巴的，那他为什么要在午餐时讲那个故事呢？我不知道克里斯为什么在公园里和比尔一起，但在我所有朋友中，克里斯是最不可能在男厕所给人吹箫的。他都有女朋友一年多了。那就只剩下比尔的表哥瑞安了，假如和他们一起的第三个人真是他的话。因为他是我从未见过的人，我觉得三人中他最有可能。公园里就我所见也没有别的人了，除了开车离开的那个人。我不知道那是男是女，但如果是男的，我猜他就很可能是我那个神秘人。

大概我永远没法知道真相，但我默默发誓，第二天到学校要更仔细地观察比尔和克里斯，看有没有任何线索，表明他们中哪一个是我那个神秘人。