I first discovered a glory hole while I was in college, completely by accident. It was in the basement bathroom of the building next to where most of my classes were, which meant it was easy to get to on my breaks. It looked like it had been drilled with care into the wall between the last two stalls, hidden behind the tp dispenser. My first time was late at night, and the building was nearly empty; no luck that time. But armed with the knowledge of the glory hole, I planned to visit again during a busier time of day.

The next day, I went back.

The restroom was empty when I came in. Someone had spit glued a piece of toilet paper over the hole. I took a seat in one of the stalls, leaving the toilet paper covering the hole, feeling my heart race at the idea of someone else coming in and giving some kind of sign to play. I had an hour before my next class, so I waited. And waited. I was there for probably 40 minutes before someone finally came into the restroom… but they used the urinal and left. I was starting to feel like it had been a waste, and as the time for my class crept closer, I finally decided to pull up my pants and head that way. And just as I stood up, the restroom door opened. I quietly sat back down. The guy walked over to the last stall, peeking through the cracks in the door. I watched through a tiny peep hole above the glory hole as he stood in front of the toilet, doing something on his phone but not making any move to unzip and use the restroom. My heart was pounding. I could hear the music he was listening to in his headphones, the only sound in the quiet bathroom. Still watching through the peep hole, I saw him reach down for his zipper — and grab his bulge.

Fuck yeah. The sign.

I tapped the edge of the toilet paper by the glory hole… JUST enough for him to notice if he was looking. He poked his finger through. It was on.

I took down the toilet paper and motioned for him to stick his dick through. He walked up to the hole and slowly unzipped his jeans, revealing boxer shorts with a nicely growing bulge. He dropped his pants to his feet, then pulled out the most beautiful dick I had ever seen. Thick, about 8” long and uncut, with a thick vein running along the top. He had light skin, which contrasted with the deep pink of his head. He pulled on his dick a few times, rolling the skin back and forth on the head, before sliding it through the hole.

His dick smelled like fabric softener, with just a tiny hint of musk. The head was shiny with a drop of precum already leaking out. Whoever cut this hole had done it right — I had the perfect position to suck him with nobody else in the bathroom ever knowing. I reached for his dick, which he was slowly bobbing up and down, and brought my lips to the tip. I licked the rim of his foreskin, then slid the entire thing into my mouth. He groaned immediately, and I went to work, sliding it in and out of my mouth, slowly at first, tasting every inch. His dick hit the back of my throat perfectly. The thrill of doing this in public, sucking an anonymous stranger for the first time through a glory hole, made me cum hands free within minutes. The stranger, luckily, took a little longer. He was clearly enjoying this, grunting and groaning as I alternated between sliding it in and out, and then letting him jackhammer from his side. I reached my fingers through the hole and felt his balls, big and smooth against his hairy pubes. As I reached under his balls to his taint, he let out a big moan and I felt his cock throbbing as he shot his load into my hungry throat. His cum was thick and heavy, with just a slight sweetness on the backend. I swallowed every drop, and kept his dick in my mouth until he started to go soft.

He slid his now drained dick out of the hole and flashed me a thumbs up as he pulled up his jeans. He pulled himself together and walked out of the stall without a word, headed to the sink and washed his hands. I listened to his footsteps as he was leaving, my dick hard again after my unexpected cum from the excitement of what had just happened. Just before he opened the door to go, I heard, “Same time next week?” Followed by the sound of the door opening and closing.

I realized what time it was, and I stuffed my hard dick back into my underwear to run to class… I’d be late for sure. And you know what? I was late to that class several more times that semester.

The glory hole lasted for a good year after that, but then they covered it up with a metal sheet. I had so many fun times there, including a visit from an English professor who invited me back to his office to fuck him on his desk. To this day I always check every stall in every bathroom I visit, hoping to find another hidden gem like my very first glory hole.