At 19, I was a scholarship athlete at a prestigious southern university.  Although I was actively dating girls, I had discovered the glory hole scene at various places on campus during my first year at school.  I was always afraid of somehow being "outed" (a term which hadn't yet even been invented), but I did find it very exciting.  I was 5'6", 140lbs, white, with blue eyes and very long brown hair, which I mostly tied back in a ponytail.

In my second year at school, I lived off campus and had a car, which allowed me to expand my gloryhole horizons.  Eventually, I found a mens room at the back of a hotel on the outskirts of town that was frequented by all sorts of men who were mostly older than the usual students.  Something about that I found really exciting, although I had no idea why.

One night, I came into the hotel men's room about 8pm, and saw that the back stall was occupied, so I took the middle one.  I did the little "dance" I liked to do, where I wiggled my ass while shifting my cutoff shorts slowly down to the floor to show my bikini underwear and 7" bulge to anyone looking through the holes on either side of me.  Then, I slowly settled in on the seat as I removed my bikini while also playing with my nipples.  Up to this point, the extent of my experience was just blowjobs at the gloryhole, totally anonymous.  I was also an anal virgin, and really had no idea of exploring that or any other aspect of gay sex......but God, I loved the feeling of having a throbbing cock pushing in and out of my lips until it quivered and exploded down my throat!  And, I ALWAYS swallowed, then tried to lick the cock and balls clean afterwards.  No idea how I knew to do that, but it just seemed right.

On this night,  a very thick 7" black cock slithered through the hole, the head glistening in the overhead light.  A deep voice said "suck it, bitch-you know you want to", and I sat stunned as he twitched up and down.  I had never sucked a black cock (although I had certainly fantasized about it), but I was a little scared and at the same time there was a burning feeling in the pit of my stomach of complete lust.  I reached out and touched it, circling my fingers around it, gently stroking it, marvelling at the enormous mushroom head of it with a drop of precum already showing.  I just had to have it in my mouth!  I slid off the toilet and got on my knees in front of the hole, so that I could have a better angle, and then began gently licking the head with my tongue.  There was a groan from the other side, and then: "you like that black dick, don't you, bitch?".  In answer, I pushed the whole head into my mouth and tried to inhale as much as I could, bobbing my head up and down a couple of times as he twitched and thrust into my throat so that I was almost choking.  My eyes were watering, and my lips felt like they were being split, from the thickness of his cock.  We fell into this rythym of him thrusting and then me slowly sliding back along his shaft until there was a "pop" as the edge of that fabulous mushroom head slipped out of my lips.  "Do you want another taste, slut?"  he would ask.  To which I replied "oh, yes please, Sir", as I tingled with lust, shame and confusion.  I had never done or imagined anything submissive before, and I was shocked at how turned on I was by the desperate desire I had to please this cock.  "I'll give you another taste, but you have to tell me what you want, first".  I had no idea at first what he wanted me to say, but then I just blurted out "Please, let me have your black cock in my mouth", at which point he would slowly insert his cock back into my slobbering mouth, saying "Ahhhh, that's right, you little whore, suck my dick!"   This went on for 15 or 20 minutes, until my mouth and neck started to get a little sore.  Just as I was getting ready to say something, his cock suddenly impossibly stiffened, then shot 5 or 6 huge streams of cum right into the back of my throat.  I desperately tried to swallow it all, but some dribbled down my chin.  "Now, fag, lick me clean-make sure you get every drop!"  By this time, I was so horny but it was a wierd kind of horny that didn't seem to involve me cumming or having my own cock sucked.  I just wanted to please him!

He sat back in his stall with a sigh, and said "that was very nice-would you like to do that again?".  Before I could even think about it, I replied "Oh, God yes!", and he chuckled from the other side of the wall.  "You're a real live one, aren't you?"-to which I had no answer.  At this point, I still had no idea what he looked like, just a deep, demanding, disembodied voice with the thickest mushroom-headed cock that I compulsively wanted to worship.  I felt like I was in some kind of trance, with this tingling, gut-churning lust taking over my whole consciousness!

"Why don't you come over here to my stall?"  My heart just clenched in turmoil and fear.  I had never actually been face-to-face with a man whose cock I'd sucked!  I was so confused between the shame and the desire, I didn't know what to do next.  Although this was a public bathroom, it was at the back of a hotel and there was a two-door with vestibule entrance, so you could hear anyone coming with plenty of time to cover up.