People Who've Used GLORY HOLE Booths, What's The Wildest Thing That Has Happened To You?

People Who've Used GLORY HOLE Booths, What's The Wildest Thing That Has Happened To You?

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
People who've used glory booths. What's the wildest thing that
has happened to you? Story one. During my sophomore year
of college, I was browsing Craigslist casual encounters back when
it was still around. I came across an ad that
simply stated, I admit to loving to play with dongs.
At that point in my life, I had never done
anything intimate, not even received a blowy, so I figured

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why not. I got a response, and after some back
and forth, we set up a time and place to meet.
The plan was for me to go to their house,
enter through the side gate, and head into the basement,
where the door would be left open with a light
on inside. When I arrived, I followed the instructions and
walked in. The first thing I saw was a giant

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bed sheet with a hole cut in the middle. From
somewhere beyond the sheet, I heard a raspy voice say
get over here. I was incredibly nervous. My mind was racing.
What if this was some kind of sting operation, even
though I wasn't doing anything illegal? Or worse, what if
they were planning to cut my dong off. Trying to

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be cautious, I asked if I could put a finger
through first. The voice immediately responded, no, it has to
be your dong. So despite my nerves, I obliged, and
honestly it felt good. Like I said, I had never
received a blowy before, and while I've had better experiences since,
at the time it was amazing. Later I told my
friends about it, expecting them to be impressed. Instead, they

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looked at me and said, dude, it's always a man
behind those walls, you dumb idiot. I refuse to believe it.
No way. The ad said it was a woman, but
my friends were convinced, so a few of them decided
to check it out for themselves. One of them went
back alone one day and out of sheer curiosity or mischief,

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pulled back the bed sheet. Turns out they were right.
It had been a man the whole time. Well, you
live and you learn. Before we continue, do us a
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our channel. Story two. Back in the age of sail,
a young man decided to try his luck as a sailor.

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Turned out that the crew was all men, so after
a week at sea, he confided in one of the
older sailors admitting that he was already missing the company
of women. The seasoned sailor smirked, nodded toward a barrel
off to the side, and said, if you're feeling desperate,
just stick your dong in that gh over there. Skeptical
but intrigued, the young sailor hesitated for a moment before

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curiosity got the best of him. He stepped up to
the barrel, took a deep breath, and went for it.
The sensation was unbelievable. It was easily the most mind
blowing climax of his life. Overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure
of it, he found himself returning to the barrel again
and again throughout the next few days, each time feeling

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just as satisfied as the last. A few days later,
he ran into the old sailor who had given him
the tip. Grinning, he clapped the man on the back
and said, hey, thanks for the recommendation. That barrel is
a life saver. The old sailor chuckled, glad you're enjoying it.
But if you think it's good now, just wait until
next week. The young sailor frowned, Why what happens next week?

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The old sailor grinned, well, next week, it's your turn.
In the barrel story three. A friend of mine once
shared an unbelievable story about a bachelorette party she attended
in Amsterdam, which ended in an unimaginable tragedy due to
a gh The bride to be and her fiance had
planned their separate celebrations in Amsterdam, each doing their own thing,

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but staying in the same city. The group of women
ended up at a bar that had gh with private
booths and opaque glass. The bride to bee gets egged
on by the girls to go in and give a
blowy to a stranger, and she goes for it. The
bar featured a system where there was a button on
each of the booth. If both parties pressed it, the

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glass between them would become transparent, revealing who was on
the other side. What the women didn't realize, though, was
that the groom and his friends had ended up at
the very same bar. Halfway through, the bride to bee
thinks it'll be a laugh to hit the button and
see who's there. When the glass cleared, she found herself
face to face with her biological father. Needless to say,

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that was a life ruining moment, the wedding was called
off and her relationship with her family shattered. None of
her friends hear from her anymore. Story four. I'm a
woman and my experience was actually pretty fun, though I
know I'm in the minority when it comes to that.
There was a door guy stationed nearby, basically keeping an
eye on who was going in and out of the booths.

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I was happily working my way through a quick succession
of dongs, enjoying myself when one guy started getting a
little too pushy. He was making demands before even poking through,
then refused to leave after he was done. Not wanting
to deal with that kind of energy, I quietly exited
my booth and caught the door guy's attention, giving him
a subtle hand gesture to signal that I didn't want

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to interact with that guy anymore. He gave me a
slight nod in return. I slipped into another dark, seedy
booth and carried on, never having to deal with the
demanding weirdo again. Later I found out he was a
little pissed that I had ditched him, but honestly, that
was his problem, not mine. Before I left, I made
sure to give the door guy a fist bump and

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a head nod, small gestures of appreciation for someone who
understood the unspoken rules and had my back. The whole
experience showed me that while most people might have a
totally negative view of places like this, I was pleasantly
surprised by how respectful and well run it actually was.
I've been back a few times since story five. I

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matched with a girl on Tinder, and during our conversation
she mentioned that she was into certain adventurous things, including
having a GH set up at her place nature. I
was curious and a bit excited, so I decided to
drive over and check it out. When I arrived, I
texted her to let her know I was there, and
she responded saying the door was unlocked. I walked up

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to the door, which was slightly cracked open, and noticed
the house was dimly lit, giving it an almost mysterious vibe.
As I entered, I saw what she referred to as
her glory tunnel. To be honest, it wasn't what I expected.
It was just a sheet with a GH cut out
push pin to the top of an entrance leading into

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a hallway. As I walked closer to it. I considered
sticking my dong in it, but then multiple scenarios ran
through my head. There could be a weirdo looking to
chop off my dong on the other side, or maybe
a really hungry dog looking to bite my dong off.
And the best scenario I could come up with was
that there was a dude on the other side of
the curtain. And I said out loud na screw this

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and left. Story six. I was in Israel on a
birthright trip, which turned out to be boge as hell,
but that's a story for another day. Anyway, me and
a couple guys from my group went out for a
night in Tel Aviv and ended up in a CD bar.
Beautiful women all over the place, though they all looked
Eastern European or Ukrainian. I started chatting up one of

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the women and she asked me if I was up
for some fun. Absolutely I was, so she took me
to a backroom area that looked exactly like the glory
rooms you see on the corn sites. She told me
to wait there, and when I hear a knock, motioned
to put my dong in. Of course, the thought ran
in my mind that it could totally be a dude
on the other side, but with all of those beautiful women,

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I saw the chances of it being a sexy Eastern
European gal was high. About five minutes later, I heard
a knock, so I put my dog in the gh
where it was first given HJ. Then I received the
most mind blowing BJ ever that seemed like it lasted forever.
Every time I was going to reach the finish line,
the person on the other side would ease up and

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slow down, prolonging the awesomeness. About fifteen minutes into the BJ,
I heard the person on the other side cough and
it sounded like a man. You'd think I'd recoil at
the thought, but no, this was an amazing BJ. And
does it even matter who was on the other side. Nope,
not anymore. It didn't. The amazing BJ continued, and a

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few minutes later the dude slipped a rubber to me
and backed himself up, asking me in broken English to
destroy his back door. We were going at it, but
after about ten minutes he slid off and drained me
of every ounce of my being. I cleaned up and
walked out, and walking out of the room. Next to
me was this guy in an IDF uniform who gave

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me a fist bump and went on his way. Story seven.
Once I stopped at a small out of the way
rest area to take a leak. While I'm at the urinal,
I noticed a GH and a finger came through the
GH motioning for me. I was in my twenties, single,
curious and up for anything those days, so I obliged.
I was getting a great blowy when someone suddenly opened

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the door. I quickly yanked my dong out and turned
towards the urinal. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.
He said he was with the guy in the stall.
I thought I was about to get robbed, but he
reached around and held me. Then he turned me back
to the GH and put it back in. He gave
me a great shoulder rub while his guy went to
town with my dong. That was my one and only

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glory experience in my fifty plus years. It's still in
my top ten hottest intimate experiences of my life. Story eight.
A week ago, my friends and I decided to go
on a road trip across the country. We were driving
for hours and eventually one of my friends needed to
stop at a restroom. We pulled into a diner type
place which had public restrooms available. Typically, truck stops like

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this aren't known for having the cleanest or most pleasant restrooms,
but to my surprise, these weren't too bad. As I walked,
I noticed to the left there were three yurnals and
three stalls. I was in need of a restroom break,
so I chose the middle stall. I sat down and
immediately noticed something strange. There was a GH in the
wall right below my face on the left side leading

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to the next stall. I assumed it was just a
talking hole, you know, something for people to chat with
a friend while taking care of business, so I didn't
think too much of it and continued. Not long after,
another guy came in and picked the stall to the
left of mine, the one with the GH connecting to it.
He went in, and as he settled in, he said
something like, I guess it's my lucky day. Before I

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knew it, in the span of just a few seconds,
I saw something I really wasn't expecting. Something slid through
the GH into my stall. At that moment, I jumped up,
pulled up my pants as fast as I could, and
bolted out of there. I could hear him yell don't
be a tease as I hurried out. Fortunately, my friends
were already finished and waiting for me outside, so I

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quickly told them we need to leave. I didn't explain
what had happened because I knew they would tease me
about it, but I figured I could share it here
since I know you all won't judge me as much.
Right story nine, I found one at a club's dungeon
in a big city and used it with a partner
and absolutely loved it. It was basically like a confessional booth,
but a whole instead of priest's screen. There was something

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about breaking down an entire intimate encounter to just a
disembodied dong that made it feel extra taboo, even though
I knew who was on the other side. I liked
it so much that I made a proper one at
home with plywood for future use. I just wish more
existed in a less sketchy locations. The club I went
to was very clean and friendly, but the basement setups

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you see in amateur videos look like they need a
full iodine treatment. Even if wearing full body hazmat suits
all the power to those who tough it out though
story ten. I've been to several places with GH, each
one located in the arcade of a corn store. I
visited three different locations for a total of five times.

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The first two times were to meet a married couple.
The husband arranged it so that he could watch his
wife perform blowy on anonymous men anonymous to his wife,
who he screened in advance. I was one of those
anonymous men. Both times, the woman gave five strangers blowy.
She did this one after the other while her husband
recorded the action on their side of the wall. The

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third time, I went with a married woman who picked
me up at a bar. Her husband was traveling and
gave her a homework assignment to give a stranger a
blowy and have it recorded. She gave me a blowy
in a booth that we shared, and then I banged
her from the back while she gave another stranger a
blowy through the GH. I recorded the whole thing for
her husband. The fourth and fifth times were with a

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partner she likes getting banged while people watch. The first time,
she gave me a blowy and I banged her chesticles
while strangers in the neighboring booths watched us and solo off.
The second time was similar to the first, except I
also banged her and the strangers were allowed to be touchy.
Story eleven. I've hosted one, but I was too scared

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to do the whole anonymous never see the guy thing,
so we chatted a bit. He sent photos of himself,
even doing a thumbs up to prove it was him.
It was hot, but I think the hottest part was
knowing he was there but pretending he was some random dude.
Turns out he was a cop. Lull good looking, married
cop too, but it was hot. We met up multiple

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times until eventually he pulled the curtain and just let
me have it. Story twelve. I went with a man
from a Reddit swingers group. I let a close friend
I like know who and where I was going with.
We arrived to what's called an arcade, which is just
a section at a corn store that has different little
rooms displaying corn. Between some rooms down a hall there

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were glory portals. Went in and started to play with
the guy I came with, and we heard a man
go into the room next door. He started to peep
through the gh while we banged We told him to
stick his dong through the opening, and he did. I
started to give him blowy while this guy banged me.
We asked him to come to the other side and

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I started ski poling them. Then I noticed someone else
was watching through the gh and as I began to
get up, a hand reached to gently touch my cheeks.
The guy I came with said maybe next time to him,
and we left. I got to the parking lot and
I saw the car of the friend I told I
was going. I went back inside, and sure enough it
was him that was reaching for my cheeks. When we finished,

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the realization that it was my friend the whole time
watching really excited me. Needless to say, I gave him
a blowy too. Great time took a female redditor The
next time I went. It was awesome. Story thirteen. I
ended up going there three times. The first time I
walked in nervous as hell, stepping into this dim, almost

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living room like space that was just saturated with corn
playing on the screens. I made my way into one
of the booths. It looked a lot like a bathroom stall,
only with a clear sense of purpose. I already knew
there was a girl on the other side. She'd given
me a heads up before we met. When I slid in,
I put myself through the gh and sure enough, she

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went right to work. She was all over it, telling
me how excited she was, and then asked if I
had a rubber. I said yes. That's when she climbed
into my side of the booth. Her body was insane,
tattoos everywhere, completely covered. She had big boltons that actually
looked great on her frame. I picked her up and
started doing it right there, basically holding her the whole

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time while we recorded. At one point she noticed the
cross I was wearing. It was clear she wasn't a fan,
but we were both way too worked up to let
that stop anything. I came back another time, this time
with her and a friend. Plans were for a double
BJ butt. When we got there, it turned out we
weren't the only ones with that idea. There were already
around forty people waiting for them. Eventually they started letting

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guys in four ahead of me, but instead of a
duo setup, the girls split into different rooms, so no
double action this time. Just had to pick one. When
it was finally my turn, I brought her some pineapples
as a joke. We'd laughed about Penny Colada. The last time,
we got our content, did our thing, and I dipped.
Another time, a couple hit me up. They invited me

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to their apartment around midnight. Beforehand, they asked if I
was looking to bang or just get a BJ I
told them I was good with just the beejake. I
showed up and followed the instructions. They texted straight to
the bathroom, no talking. Inside it was dark and a
blanket hung across the doorway with a gh cut in it.
I slid my dong through and sure enough, someone on

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the other side started giving me blowy. Curious and caught
up in the moment, I reached in to feel around
and ended up grabbing a chesticle. A few seconds later,
I got a text saying I made them uncomfort and
had to leave. I left, of course, but the whole
thing left me wondering was it even a woman this time?
Story fourteen. I've done it a few times. It's generally

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been a fun experience, but it definitely caters to the
more adventurous side of things. That said, it does come
with risks. Protection is rarely used in those settings, so
there's always an underlying concern about STDs. I'm a twenty
seven year old male. When I first did it, I
was around nineteen and had just gotten out of a
long term relationship. I was curious about my sexuality and

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spent a lot of time on online meetup sites. One day,
I came across a post about someone hosting a glory
place nearby. It had always been a fantasy of mine.
I thought about it plenty, but this time I finally
worked up the courage to message them and go through
with it. I called an uber and went to an
apartment complex where I was told to find the right
apartment and just walk in. I remember walking around the

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building and getting lost before finally finding the right door.
I was shaking from a combination of fear, nerves, and
anticipation the second I walked into a dimly lit but
neat apartment that smelled intense tea tree oil. I saw
to my left a big sheet had been hung in
a doorway with a hole cut in it about waste level.
The host called me over and told me to get ready.

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Being nervous, af and unsure what to do, I was
still soft, but the host kindly told me they would
help me with that and told me to come closer.
The host immediately took me in and started to slowly
and gently give me bj I think they could feel
my apprehension because they asked me if I'd ever done
something like that before, to which I responded no. After

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a bit, they asked if I wanted to bang them
through the gh and I responded I'd never done it before.
They asked how old I was at that point, yel
m e L. After hearing all this, they decided not
to bang and to just keep giving me blowy. Ultimately,
I got done and walked home feeling extremely conflicted. I
had fantasized about it for so long that I was

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sure I would enjoy it, but in the moment I
was much too nervous to really let myself enjoy it.
It actually made me more confused about my sexuality than
I had been before. As I had known for a
long time I was bisexual, but while I had a
lot of experience with women by that point, I had
almost none with men. The second time I did it
was also after a long term relation, but I was

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much more sure of myself. I'd been with other guys
a few times and had plenty of exploratory experiences too.
I think in general, I was a few years older
and was less afraid or the taboo was wearing off
of new experiences. I found someone in my neighborhood on
a dating app that was hosting a free use session.
I guess this isn't technically a gh but it's basically

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the same. This time, I drove myself over at night
and parked in their driveway. The front door was open
except for the storm door, and it was pitch black
inside what I assumed was their living room, where the
host was sitting waiting for me. It actually started in
a kind of comedic way because when I opened the
storm door, the doorknob came off with an extremely loud clank.
I didn't know what to do, and I couldn't see anything.

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It was very dark, so I kind of shouted, sorry,
your door broke to the darkness. The host responded something like,
oh ah, that's fine, just leave it anyway. We progressed
quickly and I walked a few steps into the dark
living room, where I could sense the host was. I
got ready and they immediately grabbed onto my legs doing
their thing. I was calmer this time, and had more experience,

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so I let myself take more control. My mind was
going blank with the sensation, and I was grateful for
my stamina because it had been about ten minutes of
pure heaven. At this point, the host asked me if
I would bang them again, but I didn't have a rubber.
They insisted, saying they were fully clean, but I wasn't
ready for that and wasn't going to budge on protection. Finally,

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I couldn't take it anymore and finished it, then walked
back to my car. This second time was much better,
and I really enjoyed it. Made a note of that
and hit that host up and up other occasions for
more satisfaction. I've done some more adventurous things like this,
but a STDs are always a major fear. Of course,
I ask, but you're basically relying on a stranger's word

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that they are healthy. Also, to be clear, I've never
just found a gh and stuck my dong in it.
I'm sure that happens, but cruising in the wild like
that is not so common anymore. And while I did
it once, it's very risky as it involves public places
which are policed quite heavily. Story fifteen. It wasn't exactly
a hole, more like a thick blanket hung over a doorway,

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acting as a divider between us. There was something strangely
exciting about the setup, the anonymity of it all. We
first connected on Reddit, exchanged a few messages, and quickly
agreed on the details. They laid out the instructions. Arrive
at their place, walk in, take a seat in the
designated chair, and let things happen. No small talk, no

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face to face interaction, just pure mutual enjoyment of the
meet up. I followed their directions exactly. The place was
quiet when I entered and dimly lit. I sat down,
got myself ready as instructed, and took a deep breath.
A moment later, I felt movement from the other side

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of the curtain. Then they lifted the blanket just enough
to slip underneath and got to work. At first, I
was too nervous to finish. The mix of excitement, uncertainty,
and the sheer novelty of the situation had me a
little too on edge, But the experience itself was incredible.
After that first encounter, I knew I had to go back,

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and I did four or five more times, each session
better than the last. I became more comfortable, more relaxed,
able to fully enjoy the moment without overthinking it. There
was no pressure to impress, no need for conversation, no
expectations beyond the moment itself, just two people coming together
to enjoy a simple, discreete pleasure, and honestly, it was

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one of the best experiences I've ever had. Story sixteen.
I showed up at the agreed upon location feeling a
mix of anticipation and caution. We had already discussed boundaries beforehand,
and I made sure we were on the same page
about expectations. I also took some precautions, wore a mask
just in case they were recording, and covered my tattoos

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with a long sleeved tee for extra anonymity. Once things
got started, they eagerly gave me a blowy. After a while,
they got really into it and asked if I wanted
to take things further. Specifically, they asked if i'd be
down to bang her back door. Once we were done,
I cleaned up, thanked them for the experience, and headed home.

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Story seventeen. I met a girl who had a serious
liking for this gh thing and set up a meet
up at a hotel. When I walked in, I saw
that she had taped up a blanket across the room
and cut a GH in it, creating a makeshift setup
that covered most of the walls. It was oddly impressive
how committed she was to the entire thing. I hesitated

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for a moment, half worried that this was some kind
of trap and that the second I stuck my dong in,
I'd end up on some horror story subreddit about guys
losing their dong in hotel setups gone wrong. But curiosity
and hormones won out, so I went for it. Turns
out I had nothing to worry about. She gave an
amazing blowy, and to top it off, she swallowed all

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the smoothie right after. She casually handed me a napkin
through the gaches so I could clean up. I awkwardly muttered, uh, thanks,
wiped off and left ten ten would absolutely do it again.
She had a snapchat where she regularly posted her adventures,
and I followed her after the fact. Unfortunately, mine never

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made the cut, which was a little disappointing. Edit. Just
to clarify, there was actually a second gh positioned closer
to eye level so I could see what was going on.
From what I could tell, she was at minimum petite
and feminine. That said, I'm also by so even if
it had been a dude, I really wouldn't have cared.
Story eighteen. It happened at a party, not some sketchy

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setup in a random public bathroom. From what I gathered,
the whole thing started as a joke. Someone had hung
up a sheet with a hole cut in it, probably
just messing around, never actually expecting anyone to use it.
But as the night went on and the drinks kept flowing,
curiosity got the best of people. I don't remember exactly
how I ended up on the receiving end, but once

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things got started, I figured why not roll with it.
Everything went as you'd expect, except for one small detail.
No warning, no heads up, just an unexpected finish that
caught me completely off guard. Lowell College was fun. Story nineteen.
I got a little too ambitious one time and decided
to set up a secret gch at work, just for

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the thrill of it. To build up interest, I spent
a week or two casually spreading rumors about it, making
it sound like some un underground secret that only the
truly adventurous would dare to seek out. It started as
a joke, but to my surprise, people actually got curious.
I kept my ears open, listening for any sign that
someone might go check it out. Then one day I

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finally saw someone heading toward the supposed location. Heart pounding
with excitement, I slipped onto the other side, took a
deep breath, and stuck my dong in. Unfortunately it didn't
work out because I work in a bank and the
walls are very thick. Here story twenty. Unintentionally, I was
on the other side of one. I say unintentionally because

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I was in a restroom at a mall. I went
in and was the only person in the restroom, so
I had some quiet time and started soloing off. As
I'm doing it, without warning, a dog comes in from
the side. I didn't even see it come in. I
never noticed that gh two, and I never heard anyone
come in, much less undo their clothing to take it out.

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He opened my eyes at one point and just saw
it sitting there half up. It was a nice looking one,
though not huge, but not tiny, pleasantly average. I didn't
know what to do, as I'd never been exposed to
that kind of corn. So I did what any self
respecting man would do in that situation. I lightly grabbed
it and started to give HJ and continued with myself.

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I think the guy thought I knew what I was doing,
but after a few minutes he figured out that I,
in fact had no clue. So he's like, oh, you're
gonna give it a try or what. It never occurred
to me, so I did. Honestly. He didn't last long,
and since I've never liked the taste, after he got
it all out, he just quietly cleaned up and left.

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I never saw him when I left. Needless to say,
it didn't take me long after him for me to
be done, but he wasn't waiting around for that. It
was a ten ten experience. I'll never purposely do one again,
but whenever I see a gh in a restroom wall,
I'm always kind of hoping it happened. Story twenty one.
A few years ago, I went to one with a

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friend who had gone to them in the past. I
was really nervous about the whole thing and decided not
to participate. The setting was in a house, and we
went upstairs where the room was dimly lit with red
lights giving it a mysterious vibe. We came across a
sheet with a hole in it, and on the other
side you could just make out the silhouette of someone

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sitting down. It felt a bit strange, but also kind
of intriguing. At one point, my friend was asked to
engage with the person on the other side, and he
didn't hesitate. In the middle of things, my friend pulled
out his phone and handed it to me, asking me
to record the moment. Oh yeah, my friend is gay.
I'm pan. This was years ago, but pretty memorable. Story

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twenty two. I found an s worker online who ran
one and was visiting a hotel near me. I turned
up to the hotel room. She'd left the door ajar
for me. She was already inside a pop up tent
that had a hole cut in the back. I put
the thirty pounds through the hole and she let me
squeeze her fun bags through the g each before informing

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me that there were baby wipes on a table to
my left and to wipe my general dong area with
it before putting it in. She gave a decent BJ,
talking dirty sporadically throughout. I was a bit weirded out
by it, but I don't know if that's just a
first time thing. I'll have to try again next time
someone comes round. Story twenty three. I've never been directly

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involved in anything like this, but when I was younger,
my friend went through a phase where he'd visit the
local park and spend time there alone. I felt a
bit concerned, so I would go along with him to
make sure he stayed out of trouble and wasn't in
any danger. It was a bit of an odd situation
because I noticed he would spend a lot of time
with others in ways that seemed unusual to me at

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the time. Not long after that, I had a rather
strange conversation with my cousin. He was someone who had
very strong, often judgmental views about certain things, including his
thoughts on relationships and intimacy. During this conversation, he was
talking about things he believed women would do in parks,
and I found myself wondering how he had such detailed

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knowledge of this. As time passed, I began to question
whether I had actually witnessed something concerning involving my boyfriend
and my cousin. Although I can't be certain about the details.
It's something that lingers in the back of my mind,
but I really try not to dwell on it too much.
Story twenty four. On holiday with some friends, one of

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them mentioned that he'd noticed a hole cut out of
a toilet cubicle wall in the male bathroom and changing
block at the beach. He showed us the GH, which
was set up about waste height with other units either side.
Above the GH, someone had written insert here for suction
after dark with an arrow pointing at it. We convinced
our naive friend that the it was a native custom

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in the country, that if he followed the instructions stuck
his dong in the hole, he'd be blessed with the
best beach ever from a beautiful nymphet. So he agreed
and went along with it. When we showed up, it
was after midnight. Place appeared deserted. When we reached the block,
there was a shifty looking man outside. We told our

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friend that the man was the BJ goddess minder. Inside
all the cubicles were open, bar the one adjacent to
the hole. We stood outside the cubicle filming as our
friend nervously did as we told him, nothing happened for
a minute or so. Then he let out a gasp
and got closer to the cubicle wall. Ooh, it must
be her because it feels moist and hairy, he sighed,

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banging the gho. Ooh, it can't be she's biting, he
groaned as he was done, and then withdrew. The look
on his face when the cubicle next door clattered open
and a bearded man emerged, spitting his smoothie on the
floor was priceless. Story twenty five. Back in the nineties,
I attended a low cost private high school that catered

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to students who didn't quite fit into the traditional academic
environ The school was conveniently located near the major business district,
which made it easy for parents to drop their kids
off on the way to work. Nearby, there was another
private school very similar to ours, but it catered to
wealthy students rather than those who had struggled with school.

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Students from both schools often took public transport home, but
the wealthy kids would head to a different train station.
On their way, they would walk past a well known establishment,
a red light area that was located above a small
shop that sold hot chips. And sandwiches. This sandwich shop
was notable for having bathrooms with a strange feature, a

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GH in the wall between stalls, something the wealthier students
believed to be used by women from upstairs who would
engage in let's say, private services for free at the
end of the day. On the other side of the
sandwich shop there was a corn bookstore that catered to
gay men, complete with a DVD lounge for members. The
kids from my school, who had more experience with the world,

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speculated that the people using the g H were not
the women, but possibly other individuals with different interests altogether. Still,
the rich kids stuck to their theory, adamantly claiming that
the area upstairs was the source of the services. The
wealthier students often made jokes and accusations about us, assuming

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we were taking advantage of what they saw as an opportunity.
They even teased us, calling us gay because we didn't
share their belief in what was going on behind the walls.
It's funny now to look back, especially since that school
ended up producing some high profile figures, including notable political
leaders and influential members of the Catholic Church. It always

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gives me a bit of a grin when I see
former classmates making headlines discussing morality and ethics. It's almost
ironic considering what we all thought was happening just down
the street. Story twenty six. I've done one twice. I've
had a similar experience, and since many stories focus on
the giving side, I thought i'd share my perspective from

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the receiving side. When I was eighteen, I was caught
up in a phase where I was exploring my own sexuality.
I met a man who was in his thirties and
he introduced me to a local corn store that had
private booths and spaces for people to explore their desires.
I was curious, and though I knew logically that my
worth wasn't tied to my ability to please others, I

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was trying to prove my value by being unforgettable to
a man. In retrospect, I can see how misguided this
thinking was, but at the time I thought it was
just part of the exploration process. I had read up
on safety and boundaries and tried to make informed decisions.
But looking back now, I wish I had done things
differently with the knowledge I have today. We went to

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the store late at night, around eleven or midnight in
a secluded area of town. After buying our tokens, we
were guided to a series of rooms. As we walked
down the hall, I noticed people starting to emerge from
different spaces, and it felt like we were part of
something private, maybe even secretive. The whole experience had a
strange energy to it. Once we entered a private booth,

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we picked a movie, paid for our time, and began
to get it on with each other. Shortly into it,
my attention was drawn to a gh in the wall
where someone else was waiting. I was familiar with the concept,
but hadn't expected to find myself in that situation. I
focused on trying to do my part, doing what I
thought was expected, trying to look and act confidently. While

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the experience was intense and exciting in some ways, there
were also moments of discomfort and confusion. I felt a
sense of empowerment and at the same time unease. There
were a lot of things I ignored, like the safety
risks and the creepy vibe of the place. However, I
also felt a sense of control and confidence I hadn't

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experienced before. Afterward, the man took me home and help
me process the events which I'm grateful for. Story twenty seven.
There's a bathroom on campus that has a gh in
oddity that I didn't expect to encounter. One day, I
walked in with the intention of just using the restroom,
but as soon as I opened the door, I stumbled
upon a strange situation. There were a group of guys,

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probably around four, in one of the stalls. One of
them had positioned himself in a way that seemed intentional,
and two of the others were just watching, while a
fourth was standing on a toilet photographing the scene with
what looked like a professional camera. I froze for a second,
unsure of how to react. Honestly, I felt uncomfortable and
out of place. It didn't sit right with me, so

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I quickly turned around and left the bathroom. As I
was walking out, I could hear them calling out hurtful names,
but I didn't let it bother me. I knew it
was better to leave the situation behind and move on.
Story twenty eight. Many of these kinds of setups or
gh have historically been used by individuals seeking anonymous encounters.
They're often associated with times when many people were still

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in the closet, and it was a way for them
to explore their desires without fully revealing their identities. As
the societal acceptance of l g B to dot Q,
dash plus individuals has grown and online platforms make connecting easier,
these spaces are now more commonly frequented by older individuals
who might still be in the closet, or by others

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who enjoy the secrecy and novelty of the experience. I
once had a friend in college who was struggling to
come to terms with his identity. Every One around him
suspected he was gay, but he hadn't yet accepted it
for himself. One day, he discovered a listing on Craigslist
from a man who advertised a private space in his garage.

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This man, who lived on Steele Street, earned the nickname
mister Steele. He was married to a woman, but used
the time when she was away to host these private
meet ups. My friends shared that when he went there
was actually a line of men waiting for their turn.
He went back a few more times after that first encounter. Eventually,
my friend found the courage to come out and embrace

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who he was hopefully finding healthier and more fulfilling ways
to meet people along the way Story twenty nine. I
moved to Toronto not long ago, and for those unfamiliar
with the city, there's a street in downtown that is
known for being a hub for the LGB tay dot
q dash plus community. As someone who was beginning to
explore my own identity, I decided to visit a few

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different places on that street just to experience the area
and learn more about the community. I checked out local
spots like Starbucks, a store called Priape, and a few
other businesses. One day, I visited a particular shop that
I don't remember the name of. It had a discreet entrance,
and when I walked in, I saw the atmosphere was
a bit different than what I expected. I wandered around

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and eventually noticed a door at the back that required
tokens to access. Curious, I went to the counter, exchanged
a few dollars, and received some token Before heading into
the back area. I found a booth, settled in and
started browsing some of the older material on the screen.
The vibe felt nostalgic, but also somewhat outdated, and it

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wasn't really catching my interest. Then I heard a noise
that caught my attention something that made me feel uncomfortable.
I looked over and saw a figure through a small
opening in the booth. I wasn't sure what to expect,
but the situation felt wrong, so I instinctively reacted. I
quickly left the booth and rushed out of the area.

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The experience left me shaken, and I haven't returned to
the shop since story thirty. When I first moved to Austin,
Texas in nineteen seventy eight, I found myself in a
situation that I wasn't fully prepared for. I ended up
in one of those private booths, not really sure what
to expect, and noticed an opening in the wall. At
the time, I didn't know what it was for, but

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I continued to watch the old film that was playing.
Then something unexpected happened. I saw a finger appear through
the opening, and it started moving in a way that
seemed like an invitation. I was new to the city,
only eighteen and had no real experience with these types
of situations. At first, I felt unsure about what to do,

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so I quickly left the booth, not knowing how to
handle it. Over time, I became more familiar with what
these spaces were about, but I never reciprocated or engaged
in any of the interactions. Eventually, I found myself in
a similar situation again, and I decided to speak up,
saying put yours through first. When the person did, I

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was surprised at the feeling and unsure of how to proceed.
I was still learning about my boundaries and what I
was comfortable with. Looking back, I realized that during those
times I wasn't fully aware of the potential risks involved,
particularly health related ones which weren't as well known at
the time. It was a moment of curiosity, but after
that experience, I decided to never return to that type

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of situation. Story thirty one. I had a friend who
was involved in organizing and managing a large underground gay
pride event. It was held in a massive building and
had a certain intimate, underground vibe to it. As part
of his role, he was tasked with conducting surveys, talking
to people to gather some basic information about them, things

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like their age, where they were from, what they enjoyed
about the event, and what kinds of activities they participated in.
One of the more popular features at the event was
a space that had a gh. It was one of
those attractions that drew a lot of attention, and many
people seemed to enjoy it. The event went off without
any major issues, and when everything wrapped up, my friend

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began going through the surveys to get a clearer picture
of what people had experienced and liked. As he sifted
through the results, he came across something that truly shocked him,
an anomaly that stood out from the rest. Two of
the surveys had remarkably similar details, the same age, range, location,
and responses to the event's activities. As he dug deeper,

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it became clear that these two individuals had engaged with
one another at theh What was most shocking, however, was
that these two men were father and son. It was
a revelation that left my friend completely stunned, and it
was one of those moments where he didn't quite know
how to process what he had discovered. The whole situation
raised many questions, not just about the event, but about

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the lives of the people involved. Story thirty two. I
tried at once at a dingy nightclub with some friends
when I was nineteen, and I ended up in a
situation that was new and unexpected for me. It was
a bit of a gritty, underground vibe, and I wasn't
sure what to expect, but I decided to explore the space.
I took precautions, knowing the importance of safety, and I

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made sure to use protection. At one point, I noticed
someone on the other side of the divider, and there
was some teasing and playful interaction. I was nervous, but
the situation felt oddly thrilling. After a few moments, things
escalated and the person on the other side removed the protection,
taking control of the situation in a way that left
me a little shocked, but still intrigued by the experience.

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I remember it feeling intense. After the night, I took
the necessary steps to ensure my health and got tested
the next day. Luckily, everything came back clear and I
was healthy. Story thirty three. Growing up before the Internet,
finding corn wasn't as easy as it is now, so
I relied on the occasional discovery of a hidden stash

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or magazine. At that time, I wasn't particularly confident with
girls and had no experience with relationships or intimacy. When
I turned eighteen, I knew I could legally visit a
cornbook store that was in the next town over, so
I decided to give it a try one afternoon. When
I walked in, I was overwhelmed by the sheer amount
of material, magazines, videos, and various products. I also noticed

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a strange smell in the air. The store had a
sign about movie booths, which peaked me my curiosity even further.
After browsing, I bought a few tokens and decided to
try one of the booths. The booth was small, about
the size of a changing room, with a TV mounted
on the wall. When I inserted a token, a grainy
video started playing. While I was watching, I noticed a

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small gh between my booth and the one behind me.
A person on the other side started talking to me, and,
being young and inexperienced, I didn't think much of it
at the time. Eventually I made the choice to interact
and went along with it. It was an intense feeling,
but afterward I felt a mix of emotions guilt, confusion,

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and uncertainty. Questions about my identity and concerns about health
and safety rushed through my mind. I also realized I
didn't feel great about the encounter afterward, especially with how
easily things had escalated. A few months later, while watching
a cop show, I saw a scene that involved a
similar setup, but it took a dark turn when a

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character got hurt. It really made me reflect on how
risky and dangerous some of these experiences can be. It
made me realize that it's important to think more carefully
about the choices we make, the potential consequences, and the
importance of safety and consent in all situations. Story thirty four.
I had an unfortunate incident. I got bit and needed

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medical attention. I ended up with five stitches, but there
was still a lot of healing to be done. I
was feeling overwhelmed and unsure, so the doctor decided to
use crazy glue to handle the remaining part of the injury.
The doctor was a resident, and I could tell he
was nervous. His uncertainty made me anxious as well. He
made a critical mistake when he accidentally glued his fingers

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to my injury. At least it was only two fingers,
but it didn't feel good at all, and the situation
became even more complicated. In an attempt to fix it,
they tried using nail polish remover, but unfortunately it somehow
ended up inside my urethra. It was an incredibly painful experience,
and I felt like things couldn't get worse, But sometimes

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life throws curveballs when things seem at their lowest point.
Long story short, I refused to let them do anything
else without being absolutely certain, and I made it clear
that I was considering legal action. I left the hospital
with the doctor's fingers still attached to me. As time passed,
we found ourselves unexpectedly bonding. We grew close and emotions developed.

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In a strange twist, I had planned to marry him
with the intention of a divorce for financial gain and
to hold the hospital accountable for their mistakes. Eventually, things
turned out in my favor and I didn't have to
work a day after that. It turned out to be
a strange, yet life changing event that led to unexpected success.
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