Pt. I: An Awakening
In my junior year of college I transferred from a small school to a very large Boston campus that had better facilities for the science courses I had decided to major in. I left behind my girlfriend of 2 years. While there was sadness I think we both knew that the relationship was deteriorating and that a break was inevitable. Our relationship had been very intense both physically and spiritually. Sue was smart and sweet, a good bed partner both energetic and adventurous. She in some way prepared me for what was to come.
I was lost at first, coming to such a large campus. My roommate Bill was a nice guy but somewhat of a jock, playing on the hockey team. Since practices were scheduled in early mornings most days, he was gone before I arose and asleep early. Weekends he and his girlfriend Amy were seldom around.
After getting my bearings I fell in with a good party crowd and spent most night when I was not studying at one or another of the trendy bars around Boston. I had no trouble meeting and taking home girls and seldom spent a Friday or Saturday night alone (and often with a different girl each night). After two years of monogamy this was OK with me! I thought of myself as a good lover and have no idea if this opinion was shared by my partners, though several did thank me and compliment me on my pussy licking technique. Ever since my first sex experience, with an older woman, I have loved performing this act. The feeling and smell of a woman's sex grinding into my face, the feeling of control as I bring her to a shuddering orgasm with my tongue, is something that excites me greatly. Strangely, while I enjoy receiving oral pleasure as foreplay I prefer to reach orgasm within a wet and willing cunt, pumping hard and dumping my seed deep in her belly.
One afternoon I was studying in the student union building when I stopped in to a men's room. While sitting and thinking, I noticed some unusual activity in the stall next to me. Thinking that the occupant was getting high and hoping to score some, I peaked over the wall and was very surprised. The occupant was standing with his front pressed against the partition furthest from me, his pants dropped to his ankles and an intense look on his face. I dropped down, wondering what was going on, then peaked over again after a minute. This time he was sitting stroking his hard penis, and as I watched a hard and very large cock appeared through a hole cut in the partition. He leaned over and took the cock in his mouth, slurping noisily up and down then swallowing it. I stood mesmerized- I had never seen gay sex before, though I had participated in several groups scenes with varying amounts of girls and boys. The guy in the next stall stopped and looked over at me, right in the eye, smiled and went back to what he obviously enjoyed very much doing.
I pulled my pants up and got out of fast, thinking 'to each his own' but also somewhat disgusted. I had stumbled across what I came to know as a 'glory hole'.
Over the next few weeks I had occasion to be in that part of campus again but avoided that men's room. Still, the experience stuck with me. One night I had a dream about it, and I knew that I had to get this out of my system.
One day after lunch I had two hours to kill before a lab, and decided that this would be as good a time as any. I went to the glory hole and took a seat in the middle stall- the one connected to the third stall against the wall by a crudely cut hole about groin high. Sitting down, I waited a few minutes and was ready to leave, feeling foolish, when the bathroom door opened and someone walked in. He stood against the urinals, but I could see him looking around. He was a light skinned black man, tall and athletic. Finally he stepped into the third stall and sat down.
