I started at the arcade gloryholes the day I turned 18, and it took me another 18 years before I went to the bathhouses, and after about a thousand men I still can't get enough of the sight of a huge drippy hard cock poking through a hole in the wall! In the seventies NO ONE wore rubbers, and since it was good for buisness no arcade manager ever bitched about guys hanging around outside an open cubicle as long as the quarters kept flowing. I was yung, slim, and cute at 18 (gee, weren't we all?!?) and getting it from 5-10 guys in a few hours was not difficult at all.

It's all a 30 year old blur, but some things you'll never forget, like the older black guy (I'm not racist: I love black cock!) who stuck his massive member through the gloryhole and it was so big I couldn't get my mouth around it. A thin steady trickle of salty juice dripped from the slit of its shiny purple head, and I lapped it up like a kitten as I tongued the underside of his cock and stroked the gigantic shaft slowly with my fist. After a few minutes of trying to bring him off that way he pulled his dick back out of the hole. I didn't want to lose this big catch so I wiggled my finger through the other side and when he bent down to hear me I whispered, "I want to sit on your cock" and he replied loudly, "Well sit on it then!".

I had already dropped my pants to stroke my oozy erection, so I turned my ass around and greased myself up to accept him inside me. He put his black dong back in my booth and I grabbed it and slathered more vaseline (more heat, more friction, more cling than water based lube; I hate water based lube! Bag Balm rules!) on the shaft and backed my not-so-cherry rosebud against it. I'd had dildoes as big since I was fourteen, but never the real thing anywhere close to his size, and it took a lot of pushing and angling to just get the swollen head inside me. Slowly my ring expanded and I felt my muscular assmouth slide over the swollen crown, and I whimpered as I enveloped his corona. My ass and his rod were both throbbing as I backed up slowly over and down the huge shaft, and I could hear him moan as engulfed the entire eight inches of veined ebony steel. He was rock hard and it felt like he gained a half inch of girth with every pulse, and I was in electric agony and ecstacy. I felt dizzy as I was pulled back and pinned to the wall as he slowly withdrew his pole until the head was all that remained inside me. He waited a moment as I adjusted my stinging and split ass around him, then he pushed me totally off balance as he crammed himself back into me. I had to push against the opposite wall of the booth so that I woundn't just stick on the end of of his log and that he could open me again to slide back inside my ass.

He steadilly kept towing me backwards against the gloryhole then propelling me forwards, humping me back and forth slowly in deliciuos agony while gobs of precum were forced from my tingling cock to trickle down my balls and legs. I couldn't touch myself like I wanted to from trying to keep my balance on the steaming walls of the sweaty booth, but each invasion into me made me dribble cum and every time he slid his pecker out it drug across my prostate and made my cock twitch and jerk in pleasure. The noise of the wall being banged against on both sides grew audible as he humped me faster and faster, and he went on and on fucking me over and over as I grunted and moaned involuntarily.

After an eternity I heard him moan loudly and then he started to cum inside me saying over and over, "I'm cummmin'...I'm cummin'.....". His cock felt like it grew even bigger as he he banged forward into me, his cum filling my insides all hot and liquidy; it felt like I was getting an enema! I managed to grab my own sticky and slimy cock and stroke it to start me off, but I had to let go of myself just as quickly because he was fucking back and forth in and out of me again. It was enough to bring me over the top and jets of thick wet cum started to shoot out of me in time to his frantic thrusts, my eighth shot was as big as the first (ah, youth!) and as he slowly stopped hammering into me my shots of cum ebbed to a steady slow flow, hanging in streamers from my spent penis to the floor, my legs, my shorts, the wall...

I leaned back in the booth, his deflating organ still up inside me five or more inches, and I could feel him breathing hard as he rested against the other side of the wall. Slowly his hose slipped out of my spent ass and hung limply on my side of the booth as his cum dropped out of my my gaping butthole in clots, running onto his member and splatting large onto the messy floor. I turned and kneeled and sucked his flaccid dong into my mouth, sucking off the remnants of the nutt he had shot deep inside me, leaving his clean while I was covered with our hot, dirty slime.

After I had straightened up, we left the adjacent stalls at the same time and spoke for a few minutes. He was a very attractive Black, about 50 years old judging by his salt and pepper hair, dressed very nicely, and at the time I was smitten, at least with his cock! I tried to get his phone#, but no luck; the things I would've let him do to me! Oh well, it made for a nice memory!