We'd visited this store before but hadn't ever used the video booths in the back. One day, he and I agreed to watch a video or two in our own respective booths and then reconnect afterwards. It was so exciting to watch porn anywhere other than my bedroom, to know I was surrounded by other people doing the same and imagining them masturbating to whatever they were watching. But what really caught my eye in the booth I chose was a hole in the wall to my right, between my booth and the booth next to it. It was neatly carved out of the wood and the edges of the hole covered with electrical tape. I immediately forgot the video playing and kept staring at the glory hole instead, amazed at how clean it looked considering where I was.

I couldn't imagine management not knowing this was here. How could anyone get away with using the tools necessary to make a hole this big and this perfect without some kind of permission from whoever was in charge? I wondered how many people knew about this hole, how many had used it? What were the rules? If someone walked in and saw my door closed, was that a sign to them that I was willing to play with whatever came through that hole? I felt my heart racing because every second that went by, with every sound of a door opening or closing in the room, the flesh of an erect cock could emerge from that hole expecting attention.

And I had to think if I could stop myself from reaching out and touching it, not even knowing who it was attached to. Not caring. Before I could give it another thought, the screen in my booth went dark and I snapped out of my wonder. I emerged from the room, looking for my partner who was also emerging from his. I crooked my finger to him and nodded towards the booth I had been in. He walked over and leaned in. His eyebrow arched initially but then he slowly turned to me and asked, "Shall we?"

I smiled and giggled as he disappeared into the room next to the one I was about to re-enter. I could feel a small pang of regret because I already knew who was on the other side. There was no mystery, no excitement about not knowing. I sat and waited and, as promised, I saw the familiar head emerge from the darkness on the other side. I stroked it from the shaft to the head and gave the underside of his head a lick. I could feel his excitement pulsing in my hand with every contact between my mouth and his cock. I smiled, imagining what he would look like if anyone happened to open the door to the room he was in and see a grown man, oddly pressed against the wall. This vision then prompted another very real concern.

I realized these doors couldn't be locked, and with good reason, but if someone could walk in on him, then someone could walk in on me, too. Not letting go of his cock in my mouth, I turned my eyes to the door knob not two feet away from me and imagined what would happen if someone opened the door. Would someone be seeking access to provide the same service I was providing? For a moment I imagined locking eyes with whoever opened the door, letting the cock fall from my mouth, and then gesturing for them to finish the job...and me just sitting back and watching it happen.

Or what if they didn't want that? What if they couldn't take their eyes off me? What if their eyes moved to my legs instead, inviting me to spread my knees apart? They could give to me what I was no eagerly giving to the disembodied shaft presently in my mouth. I imagined the attention quickly shifting to the urgent need to bend me over, me still sucking but also being fucked by a complete stranger. Someone enjoying the availability of such a willing participant while also encouraging me to continue blowing, licking, and eventually swallowing not just the load that was already coming to me but hopefully that of my new friend as well.

I don't know why but my hand left the attention I was giving myself and shot for the door knob. I couldn't lock it but I hoped that if I at least leaned my weight away from the door, whoever tried to open the door would get the picture that the booth was occupied. Not even 10 seconds later, I felt it. A tug at the door.

My eyes widened and I didn't know what to do. The knob moved in my hand, being attempted from the other side, while I kept a completely different knob at attention between my lips. Should I stop my glory hole blow job for enough time to shout, "Its occupied!" It seemed out of place so I stayed quiet. The door pulled against my hand again, this time with more force. Whoever was on the other side very much wanted this particular booth and this awareness only inspired my heart to race more. I felt one more tug at the door and then it stopped. I won't lie and say that a small part of me wasn't somewhat disappointed.

I believe the person moved to the next room, the room occupied by my partner, because the cock that had also been thrusting towards me stopped moving. I felt it pulling back so I released him and it disappeared through the hole as quickly as it had manifested. I paused, listening. I didn't hear anything. When I heard his door open, I quickly opened mine. I looked around, curious if anyone would be waiting to see who emerged. I didn't see anyone. Another disappointment...and a blessing.

Despite living in this town for an additional 5 years, I never returned to that room. I think about it often, though, and wonder what might have happened if I had just let that door knob go.