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Identical to the background experiences of many members on this site my initiation to glory hole fun stemmed from my obsession with the facilities which abounded on the motorways in the 70's and 80's.Similarly, on Sunday evenings the glory holes situated in most of the London railway station toilets were very busy being put to good use by young service lads returning to camp after weekend leave. Later I built my own from hardboard kindly cut to size at the local B and Q and which fitted snugly into a doorframe just inside the backdoor of my home. In fact at that time and it was the only PRIVATE glory hole situated in my part of the country being advertised on the now defunct website "Craigslist". Like the author of the previous adventure I have encountered dozens of similar episodes as he describes but the one that sticks in my mind and remains a favourite wanking theme was the night when I received a call from an army base to enquire if I could help out with unloading 5 Sgt Instructors who were about to be posted to Afghanistan. I thought is was a joke and treated it accordingly. Not so. Within the hour a text message arrived to advise they had arrived and were parked outside. I agreed they should come to the back door one at a time. They insisted on no lighting and no talking and so it was. One by one i set about suck off these Royal Marine Commandos. One guy was totally unprepared for the experience and shot his juice down my throat quickly and effortlessly. The others I was able to edge until they could hold back no longer but the best, the Scouser with a massive cock will always be remembered for his cry of "Oh fuck, oh Fuck" as he shook from head to toe while pumping out a never ending stream of spunk for me to swallow. Happy Days! And hopefully more to come with my new Glory Hole.