--I am paraphrasing to the best of my recollection--

I remember getting to college and thinking, "I am going to live through all kinds of new shi* I am sure!" On my first day there I was paired with a roommate that was cute but not my type. We got along well enough though. We were staying in dorm rooms that had a suite style bathroom/showers. All the males were on odd floors and females were on the alternating even floors (or vice versa, I cant recall that detail).

After a few weeks of rooming togeher, this person asked me if I had ever done public stuff. I was taken aback by how brazen they were with this question; we hadnt really spoken much and what little we did speak was mostly about school and the city. I answered,

"The closest to public stuff I have ever done so far is just some car action. It was just oral stuff."

"So you never have done like bathrooms, libraries, gyms, or glory holes?"

"Ummm, no? I am not really sure what glory holes are, but I am going to safely assume that it is a no if i dont even know what they are."

"Glory holes are basically holes in a wall where people put their d*cks through so they can get sucked on the Dl."

"DL, like download?"

"No dumb *ss! On the DL means on the down low, like in secret without anyone knowing. A lot of times even straight or curious guys will use them."

"Oh sh*t! I have never even heard of this. I definitely have never seen any either."

"Well, the other day I walked into our floor's shower room and overheard some guys talking about a glory hole they found on campus. I was going to go check it out... if you wanted to see one."

Obviously at this point I was quite flustered and was not really sure what to say or do. I was still trying to wrap my head around the idea of public s*x being more common than I was aware. I was curious to say the least but I didnt really feel comfortable going with my roommate and then it turning into more than just an intel mission. As I said, I wasnt really into my roommate so I wasnt into the idea of it turning into 'hey how about we put our d*cks in it to try'.

Thankfully he inferred correctly from my long paused silence.

"Well its in the basement of that white building where the english department is if you change your mind."

A few weeks passed by but it had been all I could think about. I walked by that building at least a dozen times but never having the courage to go down to the basement. The furthest I got was past the front doors and waiting for the elevator to go down. Of course I would always walk away from the elevators and out the same front doors before the recognizable ding of the lift.

"Today I am gonna do it! I am gonna go down!" I thought determinedly, as I made my walk toward the white building that felt so terifyingly elusive.

I walked up to the door. I pulled open one of the 6 glass doors. I gently gided to the elevators as I not so boldly had done before. I pressed the button to take the lift down. I waited- it felt like what most people describe as a time lapse when they are high or dissociated.

DING.

The sharpness startled me and I looked around to make sure no one was looking at me. Oddly, there was no one around at all. I felt it was safe enough to step into the elevator; i stuck my head out and took one last look around before pressing 'B' for the basement.

The gears and motor were so loud in my ears as i descended. My heart was racing, my breaths were short and staggered, and I could feel my stomach churn. The elevator bounced as it reached its bottom-most level. The doors slid apart with effort.

I popped my head out to look around and for alibi's sake audibly whispered, "oh I think I hit the wrong button."

To my relief, it seemed there was no one down there. I strided toward the bathroom door and pushed it open. It was surprisingly heavy and introduced me to a second door, the first door thudded behind me as I pushed open the lighter second door. It looked like most bathrooms: urinals, two standard stalls, and one handicap stall; the urinals were immediately to the right of the second door and created a narrow hallway that went backward past the door; a set of 3 sinks was dividing the urnials from the stalls.

The first stall immediately following the sinks was pretty typical. It was the second standard stall that was intriguing. There were phone numbers sketched into the walls and invitations to text to get action. True to what I was told.. there was also a hole in the wall stuffed with toilet paper. I pulled the tp out; it was so stuffed that it ended up falling to pieces on the floor after I tore away at it. It was a mess that was undeniable.

THUD

"OH MY FUCKEN GOD" clamored loudly in my head as I recognized the heavy sound by the entry. There was no getting out of this easily. All I could hope for was that they were one of the many gross guys thay exist out there that tend to use the urinals, shirk hand washing, and go right out the door without any awareness of anything else.

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-- to be continued??--