Discovering a glory hole

In the fall of 1975 I entered my freshman year of college in the mountains of Tennessee. I was the first person in my family to go to college and I was eager to go away to school. I had some experiences with country boys and cousins when it came to sex with boys. I worked various part time jobs in high school and finding a pecker to suck or take up my ass was never a problem. However, living in a dorm with college boys and open community showers was a good thing.
After my first week of classes I received a notice in my campus mailbox to go by the work study office to get my job assignment. As a high school student I had worked in the guidance counselors office and in the main library during my study hall period. When I completed my college application I had requested to work in the library.

The work study supervisor was handsome, mid forties, bow tie, sweater, and smoked a pipe. As I entered he introduced himself as Mr. Huffman but insisted I call him Drew. We shook hands, talked about how I was liking living in the dorm, etc....He was aware I had a scholarship, played football in high school as well as a member of my high school band. He pulled an index card out of my folder and made a few notes. He looked up and smiled and said my first request for a job in the library was an excellent choice. He stood and asked me if I had time to walk across campus. I replied and said my classes were finished for the day. Keep in mind....files, index cards, filing systems were simple since computers were only used in the financial aid - bookkeeping departments of the administration building. Drew walked me to the main library and we walked up steps that had thick concrete columns spaced across the front entrance. As we entered the library I was thrilled to be in such a beautiful, majestic building. Portraits of former college presidents were on the walls. We climbed the first set of steps and entered a main area. There was a large mahogany desk in the main foyer area. Drew spoke to the worker and said he wanted to see head librarian Davis Lewis. Drew didn’t stop but continued to walk to the corner office. As we approached the office door Drew knocked and leaned his head in the door opening. Immediately both men spoke, shook hands and acted like long lost friends. Drew introduced me and Mr. Lewis shook hands and said, “marching band and football...I’m expressed.“ Drew told me I was in good hands and he excused himself. He patted me on the shoulder and said for me to stop by after I left the library.

Mr. Lewis gave me a tour of the library. Explained I’d be working at the circulation desk since I had experience of working in my high school library. We returned to his office and he shut the door. He asked me to join him for tea. I was thinking sweet tea but I didn’t understand he was straining hot tea. Offered cream and sugar. I boldly told him I’d never had hot tea unless it was when I was sick with honey, rock candy and moonshine. He chuckled and told me it was refreshing to see a country boy who needed to be molded and exposed to new and exciting things. After we finished our tea he packed his pipe with cherry tobacco. I never knew so many college professors and staff smoked pipes. When our meeting was over I stopped back by the administration building. Drew was not in his office so I left to find a restroom. I entered a bathroom at the end of the hall and walked up to a urinal. Unzipped my jeans and took out my cock and pissed. I heard a door shut and noticed Drew was washing his hands while looking at me through the mirror above the sink. He smiled and made small talk. He threw his paper towel in the trash can and stood and waited on me. I felt like he was watching me but I didn’t think anything about it. After I washed my hands we left the restroom and walked to his office. When we entered his office it was about 4:45 and his outer office was empty. He told me his secretary had to leave to take her child to get an allergy shot. I didn’t think anything of us meeting alone in his office. He prepared his pipe and struck a match and took a couple of good puffs to get the tobacco burning. Damn, it smelled so good. He asked me if I had tea with Mr. Lewis. I admitted I didn’t have much experience with hot tea in the afternoon. He told me Mr. Lewis had studied at Oxford. I did know he was not referring to Oxford, Mississippi. Drew stood up and placed a file on top of his file cabinet. I noticed his trousers were unzipped. He walked around to the side of his desk and cupped his hands over his crotch. He told me he was pleased he could help me get my placement at the library. Still noticing his pants were unzipped I thought fuck...why not. I leaned forward and placed my hand on his crotch. He leaned over me and placed his hand on the back of my head. He whispered....take it out. Within minutes I was sucking his uncut fat cock. I was disappointed....he shot his load in less than three minutes. I swallowed, he zipped up and told me to hurry back to my dorm before meal time.

The next day I reported to the library. I worked the main desk from 7 pm until closing. It was a great job. I checked out books and got to do my homework. A couple of nights later before Mr. Lewis left he told me to start checking the men’s room on each floor for students, books, etc....One afternoon I went in the basement bathroom to use the toilet with some privacy. I went into a stall, shut the door, unzipped my jeans and sat on the toilet. I had a copy of Leaves of Grass by Whitman I was reading for freshman English. I noticed a hole in the stall wall. A message was written with a black magic marker....show hard for a BJ. I didn’t think anymore about it. As I got back to the main desk Mr. Lewis stopped by on his way home. Told me I needed to stop by later this week for some peppermint tea. He grinned and said Drew had told him what I had said about sweet tea, not being accustomed to drinking hot tea, etc.....as he walked away I wonder what else Drew might have told him.

That evening as it was about thirty minutes before closing time I started my bathroom rounds. As I entered the basement bathroom I walked in on three guys on their knees sucking dick. I was surprised but intrigued. I saw three good looking college guys who knew how to service a cock. I didn’t say a word. One guy stopped sucking and told me to get my dick out. Fuck, you didn’t have to tell me twice. While I was being sucked I heard activity in the stall. I saw a guy open the door and hell it was a guy from my dorm. He lived a couple of doors down from me. As he walked out he whispered in my ear....”I’ll knock on your door later tonight!”

fuck, I shot my load. The guy serving me swallowed every drop. As I zipped up I told them the library closes at ten o’clock. One of the guys said he wasn’t leaving until sometime rimmed his ass and fucked him. I reminded them ten o’clock sharp. As I was walking out the door I noticed one guy sticking his tongue in the guys ass.

Tuesday night was the sex night at the basement library. Throughout my four years of working in the college library I probably sucked at least 40 guys or more. And yes, my supervisor Mr. Lewis got to enjoy my oral skills, however, that’s another story in the near future.