It seemed like and eternity that I had been staring, but is was only a few minutes and then I noticed he moved closer to the hole as if to give me a r...ally close look. Little did I realize that I was peering through my first glory hole. I was so dumb that I didn't even know that it was a glory hole, but I still could not take my eyes off of him as his cock grew harder and longer.I have never seen another male cock before except in magazines and here I was in a dark booth watching a guy stroking. As we neared a stretch of terrace houses, I led my wife between the two gateposts of the first house, which had high hedges surrounding, thereby hiding us from the road. We started to kiss, and due to us both being horny at that time of the evening, I suggested to her that she remove her tight jeans, which had been showing off her lovely backside to the pub regulars all evening and she then walked home just wearing her blouse, which by now only had about two buttons still done up, and her. He was not looking forward to helping her pair up bridesmaids and groomsmen, especially since he thought his part was done.While Sarah was talking about the plans and who was with to be with whom, Mark kind of zoned out. He was brought out of his reverie when Sarah turned to him and spoke. "We need one more groomsman." Why?" inquired Mark."Because" responded Sarah "I've done all of the pairs, but I still need someone to walk with Doe." Your college roommate?" He asked, slightly puzzled."Yes!". My parents never laid a hand on me. They would tell me to shut up and go to my room whenever I told them how I was always under threat of abuse. The other kids in the village were jealous and ended up giving me gang beatings all through grades 1 - 7. It didn’t matter what I said or did; my parents never cared. I could show them my long list of severe injuries as proof and would be told to stop making up stories and go to my room. By the time I was 14, if you were to ask me for a list of past.