Glory Holes

When I was in my late twenties, I started going to adult bookstores to buy porn. I always wondered why guys were hanging around the booths in the back. I started to go and check it out, but they were just standing there doing nothing. One day, I was curious again and went back to the booths. I opened a door and found a guy with his package out. He was playing with it as he watched a video. I closed the door right away and moved on. I started opening doors after that more often. Some guys invited me in. I remember giving my first oral sex to a sexy young stud. I did not consider myself gay. Even though I considered myself straight (I had a very pretty girlfriend at the time), I felt I pleased that young guy better than any girl could. I found glory holes, and then it was all over for me. I got some of the greatest oral sex of my life at these holes. Needless to say, I no longer have a girlfriend. Oh, I've had many, but I always snuck out to the glory holes when I could. They never knew. Now, women are not interested in me. I think they sense that I am doing this and want nothing to do with me. I don't blame them. I think about the women I know watching me at a glory hole and it is a great turn on. I guess I am now just a gay sissy who is addicted to men.

— Wallace, 48