There was a spring that I went with my family on a trip to a national park. We stayed outside of the park, at a campground, and drove all around to do the touristy stuff. These days I might be one of those weird people that actually get along with their family and don't mind the time together. The campground was nice and each loop had a few cabins and space for RVs but the best part was that you couldn't see any of the other campers from your little lot. A few cousins and I ended up in a cabin so the RVs wouldn't be so packed, (knowing this place - no - not an incest story). This is all context to tell you that there was only one communal bath-compound thing.

Glory Holes. I'm not going to try to surprise you all. Its dicks in holes in walls so dicks can get into other holes. The women had their half of public bathroom / showers and so did the men. Anyone in a cabin didn't have a shower, and my little node of the family trip only brought our pop-up which my parents were in. It was an AMAZING place (I have gone back and the whole loop was moved, and bathrooms updated). I spent the whole first day running, hiking, biking all around the campground which is what led me to the showers. When I went in the showers were full, and I was only hoping to get a rinse down before dinner and then go back for a real shower later. I stalled for time by ducking into one of the stalls. I sat down on the pot and sent a text to my parents knowing them i'd be about 15min late, and set a reminder for myself. The hole wasnt in my stall, but I did hear some other people tittering about it as they told their friends on the way out. I had gloryhole experience before, once, and itd been an experience. Not exactly fun but hot then and hotter in retrospect. I scooted out real quick and checked in the empty stalls until i got to the one with the hole, second from last stall.

It was an old stall wall that had been repaired a few times already and was only just attached to the wall. plywood had been screwed to both sides to hold the toilet paper racks on. They had, of course, been broken off and a hole made in the plywood. I flushed the toilet (gross) and waited for a shower to open up while trying not to let my heart beat out of my chest. To help I was going to scroll through my feed but the bathroom door opened and my eyes snapped to the hole and were transfixed on the wierd beige green of the opposite stall wall. I remember I could see someone had tried to scratch the swastika on the wall but fucked it up, and then tried to scratch out their mistake. The stupidity of it made me laugh by accident and i think that was what made that person enter the opposite stall. I also think they knew about the gloryhole because the guy came into the stall already unzipping his shorts and his dick was already half hard. He was a white guy, some kind of labor worker judging by the insane farmers tan he had going on. He was older than i was, as most of the guys i serviced on that vacation were, but his was the first; somewhere near the end of his college days i guessed. i fully admit to getting on my knees as soon as the stall door opened, at first so i could get a better view but - yeah, i know how that sounds. he paused for half a second but was flattening his hips against the wall and shoving his dick through almost instantly. 'get it, bitch' he said in his most 'street' sounding voice. It was bad enough that i noticed how fake it sounded, which made me laugh again and at this point, fully coming to the cold sober realization that i had easily agreed to his demands. my laugh was more like a hum around his dick and he cooed in response. I'd had gloryhole experience before, and gay sex, but really nothing that let me stay in control, but this was all control. This stranger just had to belly up to the wall and enjoy whatever i did, or be sad with what i chose not to do. i could do what i wanted in that stall and, for that lucky guy, i used myself on his cock. As soon as it was hard i was trying to get it farther and farther down my throat. He whimpered quietly while people came and went around us and i alternated between swirling my tounge on the head of his dick and making the sloppiest mess of my mouth that i could; his cock inching down my throat each bob of my head.

I could smell the sweat of him from the warm spring night. he made the smallest thrusting motions that i found adorable. I wished the hole would have been bigger than it was because right then i really wanted to slip a hand around behind this guy and finger his ass too. i was so super charged on lust i mumbled "i want it' around his dick. In truth i wasnt having all that hard of a time, he was maybe 5 long and not super thick. he was veiny though and feeling the blood pulsing in the veins of that organ was getting me very, very high. I thought he was cumming, and he might have...at first. the hot splash i was expecting hit my throat and not knowing that i could, i opened up my throat to simply take it. the stream got stronger after two seconds and i realized he was pissing directly down my throat and into my stomach. I could feel it splashing and filling me up. it was a shock, and gross, and rude and- and- and....it was so so hot. i couldn't handle the gross shock and the gross revelation at the same time and i puked. the guy laughed, packed up and was out of the bathroom before i had time to finish heaving. a horrible thought occured to me and i checked the timer id set for myself; 8 minutes left. desperate and scared someone would know what happened to me I peeked out from my stall at the showers. they were small things with a privacy curtain, a tiny room to leave your clothes, and the shower - two were open. I literally ran in and rinsed myself off as best I could and made it back in time for dinner. I packed those four or five minutes up and put them on the 'do not disturb' shelf in my mind for a long time after that and went on about life. It took me years to wrap my head around how i felt about it - but i wish i could make myself relive it, and stay on him.

After dinner I was still having small panic attacks that someone near me would say i smelled like piss. every sip from my drink reminded me. i caught myself wondering if anyone i knew would do something like that to someone else. would they enjoy it? I waited until later in the night before heading back for a proper shower. with my towel and shampoo under arm i looked around at our campsite loop and noted eight RVs with as many cabins; all looked to have some kind of occupancy. There were at least four other families i saw in our loop alone, and the one directly across from ours looked full earlier that day also. I wondered how busy the bathroom would be during our stay, and how likely it was that it might be too busy for what i was hoping for. nobody came in while i was taking my shower, or the half hour i sat in the bathroom stall after that.

It was early the next morning, when i stopped in after a run. my stall was open so i went in and finished peeing before anyone else came in. I sniffed reflexively. Im still not sure if I was hoping pissman would come back or not. The first person did their business and left but someone came in soon after them, and more after that. I looked at my watch. 8:20am. I'd be in residence at 8am sharp most days after that, but someone did enter my companion stall. He was taller and had on basketball shorts which he pulled down right away and started to piss. I was suffering flashbacks and being in that stall, with the smell of pee baked into the floor, and hearing it hit water made me gag. I stood up, the movement caught the other guys attention in the exposed hole. I watched him back off and put himself away quickly. I very sensually approached the hole, aware all he'd be able to see was the Y of my crotch, and swayed side to side a little. I could hear him say something, but i did get 'oh shit - something - real.' I think he didn't think they were real, which made me smile. I know how to use my smile. squatting down I put my mouth right to the hole so he could see my grin and blew a small kiss his way. he couldn't see who i was, i know that, but it was still a terrifying rush. I was hooked. he was cute and put his crotch to the hole, shorts and all, which was its own kind of hot; kissing dick through clothes and feeling it get hard is fun too. eventually i stopped when he wasn't taking his shorts down and frowned. he backed up enough to see my frown and paused. his hands were shaking like a leaf. I still think it was his first time with a guy. Eventually I opened my mouth to tell him he didn't have to. "uumm, fine." he said weakly, then leaned down and whispered to me "just the tip".

the next second his dick was through and I knew right away it wasn't going to be just the tip. It was, for about two minutes, I stayed on his cockhead like glue and he melted against the wall. Then i started to go a little deeper on him and that made his cock jump every time i did. I could hear him whispering something every time i went down but if he was complaining I couldn't tell. it went on like this for five or six minutes, lavishly slobbering over and sucking this absolute stranger's cock and i was in a total fog. I could have stayed there all day. Someone knocked on my friend's door, I was beginning to think he couldn't cum becasue he knew i had to be a guy, but the knock on the door shocked him and he jumped which sent his dick down my throat and it started erupting with rope after rope of thick cum. my partner said "Yaaaaah!" when the knock came at his door. Poor guy had to be terrified he'd been caught. The person that knocked laughed uproriously at my partner's little scream. He packed up fast and bolted out too.

I spent a lot of time in that stall that trip, and a good bit in the showers. Im sure there were seven total partners i had, and i remember the details about them all, if anyone is interested.

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This is a really real, all genuine life experience of mine. I can't prove any of it becuase im not a moron who takes selfies for proof.

You can ask me about ANY of these details, or more, and I'll be happy to chat. I've left some descriptors out that might make it more fun.

I have more stories so there will be more of these. it feels good to unload this memory somewhere else besides my own thoughts.