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I have a confession: I haunt University campuses, looking for active tearooms and glory holes. University campuses are fertile ground for glory holes, and they tend to leap, fully formed, into the walls of the most unlikely tearooms. Although this is especially true for Mormon colleges, one of the greatest tearooms I ever found is at Stanford University.
Stanford seems to have more than its share of hard-cocked students. What else would explain the level of sex action witnessed at only one tearoom? I've taken the cum from many of these guys at a tearoom that is immediately adjacent to -- the campus chapel! I've always thought it was supremely ironic that while the worshipers were on their knees next door in religious fantasy, I was on my knees in erotic reality. While they were transfixed during the elevation of the Host, I was sucking cock and swallowing the essence of Stanford's future benefactors. While they were contemplating the Five Glorious Mysteries - but, I carry the comparison too far! As I said, this particular tearoom is just off the Main Quad, right behind the chapel. It is a free-standing brick structure, quite in keeping with the campus' "Spanish" architecture, but it has to be the strangest tearooms I've ever seen. First of all, there is no indication that it is a public restroom. No signs, nothing. Also, there are no facilities for women. This is strictly a men's room, just standing there all by itself! How do men find this place? I don't know. (Could this be the Sixth Glorious Mystery?) Once you enter, you are at the top of a flight of about 10 stairs that lead to a large square room that has urinals on the left and sinks on the right. The stalls are just beyond, with about 10 stalls on both the right and left. Wait till you see the glory holes. You enter the stalls, which have wooden doors and marble partitions that extend almost to the floor. The glory holes have been carved through the marble, but you have to kneel down to shove your dick through to the cocksucker on the other side. For some reason, none of the holes are at crotch height. It is clear from the size and smoothness of the holes that they have been functioning for decades. I become quite dizzy at the thought of how many thousands of men have unloaded here.
Forgive me for the unnecessary detail, but when it comes to tearooms, ambiance is everything. Some have it, some don't. This one has it. I have sucked off some of the most incredible men there. A few of the most memorable come to mind: the bicyclist in the lycra shorts with the balls as big as English walnuts; the Iranian hunk who shouted out something in Farsi when he came in my mouth; the really cute but kind of geeky kid who kept dropping his glasses on the floor (it's true - they even had horn rims); and the jogger in the grey sweats with the perfect washboard tummy and the balls that were soaked in sweat! For some reason, he kept holding my hands the entire time I was sucking that big, veiny dick. Most of the doors have peep holes, so you can watch the action across the room when you're not getting any yourself. If the doors remain closed, you can't see much. But you can always tell when some guy is on his knees, getting sucked. Sometimes, they will open their doors, and suck or jack each other off in the open room. Speaking as a voyeur, these exhibitions are much appreciated. A couple of times I've seen some older guys (professors?), either getting or giving head. Might they be Nobel Laureates? Quelle fantaisie! This was in the 70's, before the scourge of AIDS was laid across our backs. I have not been to this tearoom since then, even though I live nearby. I think that I would feel an incredible loss to find out that all has changed. --Plumas |
| When I was first told that we were loosing things from our lockers I thought it was just a once only occasion. Soon after I found that it wasn't just that once, and that it wasn't just small change. Someone was taking things from the locked baskets in the gym, next to the toilets and showers. Money, watches, anything they could wiggle out of the baskets.
Who would be stealing from their fellow GI's? What kind of slimy person would be stealing change and more from guys risky their lives on a daily basis. Hell! None of us wanted to be in Viet Nam. Let alone in DaNang's oldest military base. This place had been originally built by the French 40 years before the US Navy took it over. The Navy had redone some of the facilities, but the entire place was barely satisfactory to anyone's code. Most of the buildings were crudely built and poorly maintained. I looked the locker room over noticing an enclosed area above the toilets and showers which looked down into the locker area. If I could get up there, above the toilets I'd have a perfect view of the locker area and would be able to catch our thief, or at least know who it was. I found the attic entrance and was able to gain access with a large ladder which I pulled up behind me. No one knew I was there. No one on the staff,the cleaning crew, security--no one. It was a large open area with only the rafters to walk on. The area above the lockers was two stories high. The attic area looked right into the lockers--perfect for watching, and no one would know they were being watched as long as I stayed back from the closest area. I had never been in these toilet stalls. I had always used those in my own barracks or in my office. What happened next was a surprise. As my eyes adjusted to the dark of the attic I realized that I could see directly below me and into the toilet stall via the cracks in the boards of the ceiling. There was a guy in the stall. He was sitting on the toilet with his legs extended straight out. His pants were at his knees. He had a hard-on and was beating off. I was stunned. I wanted to look away, but somehow couldn't. I felt embarrassed to be watching him. Again, I attempted to look away. Gradually, I was able to move. Quietly, I moved to the area over the next stall. There was another guy there. He was sitting on a toilet and appeared to also be jerking off, however his face was on the wall of the first stall. That's when I realized that he was also watching the guy in the next stall. The guy with his legs out straight. There must be a peep hole, I thought. Quickly and quietly moving back over the first stall I looked to see if there was a hole. No only was there a hole, but the second man was putting his cock through it! The first guy wasted no time in moving his body over to take the man's cock in his mouth as he continued to frantically beat off. It was amazing to be watching two men in the military, in a war zone, having sex without either of them knowing that someone else was watching their every move. I heard the moans of the guy standing up as he started coming. The cocksucker continued his frantic pace for just a couple of seconds and then, he too, came: shooting all over his chest, belly and hand. That's the first moment that I became of how hot it was in the attic. I wanted to sit down on the rafters, but didn't dare move because it was Then, just before leaving he looked up, as if he were looking directly into my eyes, and then left.Yes, I went back into the attic many times. And, yes, I saw a lot ofactivity from there. But, no I never did catch the thief. Somehow, I forgot about that. --Larry Jones |
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When I finally started acting out my homosexuality (I been married for twelve years, and had two children at the time) I was having an affair with a friend ten years my younger. He was going to KU and I was on my way to pick him up and bring him home to spend the mid-semester break with me. I had been in Topeka for a professional meeting and drove to Lawrence after the meeting to pick him up.
There was a rest area about halfway between Topeka and Lawrence, maybe closer to Lawrence. I had seen it before but had never stopped. This time I pulled in. I did have to pee and, well, I figured I'd check it out. There was a lot of traffic in and out for awhile and I waited in my truck for awhile. (I don't pee for an audience very well.) I finally went in and I had to wait behind this guy for the urinal. The stall was occupied. The guy up front finished uneventfully, and I took my place at the urinal. I became immediately aware of the gloryhole in, and the guy who was on, the other side of the partition and looking for sex. I couldn't piss, and holding my cock, knowing what was happening, I started to get hard. There was only he and I at the rest area right now. He motioned through the hole to insert my cock. He demonstrated by inserting his. WOW! I had never seen such a large cock. It had to be at least ten inches, probably more. He was a redhead with white skin and red headed dick. I touched it -- and as he withdrew it, I slipped my own cock through the hole. He not only touched my cock; he put it in his mouth. I pulled out of the hole and went into the stall. I let him have my cock. He sucked away at my 8" cock until I couldn't hold back any longer. I tried to pull out because I was cumming, and shot my first volley on the floor. Noticeably upset at not getting my cum, he grabbed my cock back into his mouth to get the rest. As "punishment" he continued to suck me until he got a second load. This one I knew to give him. I was so hot and cock-struck that I got down and took his massive cock in my mouth and sucked him to orgasm without any interruptions. I got in my truck and continued to Lawrence to pick up Stuart. I was excited about my sexual contact. It was grrrreeeaaaattttt, really! I was so excited (and pleased with myself for having carried it out). So, I told Stuart. Well, instead of getting my cock sucked on the drive to Medicine Lodge, I got reprimanded for not being able "to wait" for him. [It was about 2 years later that some of the fundamentalist townsfolk took it upon themselves to burn the rest area down. It was never re-built.] Oh, well. Maybe it's good the gloryhole/t-room scene has almost disappeared. I've spent hours sitting in t-rooms waiting for trade and getting it on. The Ala Moana Hotel in Honolulu used to have a t-room that was more like an orgy room ? with Don Ho Hawaiian music playing in the background. And Philadelphia really is a city of brotherly love: when last there, in '94, Liberty Center's restroom was often host to 12+ guys lined up at the urinals, handling their cocks and jerking off together. Some were gays, others were "straight" married men. It was a great evolution -- keeping all the excitement of this masculine cocks-only fraternity -- but without insertion, eg, safely. I participated in this great American jerk-off on the way to work each morning, and saved the more intimate interaction for the way home. Oooooo, loved that Strawbridge Restaurant t-room and 30th Street Station, but the "orgies" were at the old Strawbridge and Clothier Department Store in Center City. The basement/subway level was the scene for black men and commuter businessmen with wedding rings. The t-room upstairs by the restaurant was smaller and more private. That's where I usually has sex with one of the security guards and/or another store employee. My t-room activity was obsessive-compulsive. The scenario of annonymous sex with a stranger is very addicting. It's exciting. It's so easy for me to "get carried away!" I do miss those days! --Bill P., Florida Keys 1999 |
