Back in my first year of college, before I met Ian, there was this men's room in one of the college library's basements levels that had a glory hole between the last two stalls. I used to go there from time to time; sometimes to get sucked, sometimes to suck. Then I found a gay bar near my neighborhood that had back rooms. I loved going there on a Friday or a Saturday night; guys would be in all states of undress, making out, but my favorite part of the back room was the glory holes. A cock would appear and you went down on it -- total anonymity. Didn't matter if the body the cock belonged to was hot or not, it was cock. And when you're nineteen or twenty and hungry, cock is all that matters.
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