My fascination with Cock began at an early age when two of my older brothers and three of their teenaged friends used to gather for a round robin masturbation session. I was always an inquisitive child and when I would see the boys head for the barn, I just had to see what was going on. So, after overhearing my brothers making plans to meet their friends for a jack off session one afternoon, I headed for the barn and found myself a hiding place behind some hay bales and waited for the party to begin. What I saw that day shaped my sexual attitude for a lifetime. Of course at such a young age, I had no idea of what the word "jack off" meant, but from my secret hiding place I soon got an education. That first day I watched five boys stroke five delicious looking peters to a cum gushing finish. I use the word Peters, for in my day, a penis was referred to as a peter instead of a Cock.

I witnessed this same scene many times and learned to massage my little clit right along with the boys... until one day right in the middle of the party, I sneezed. Five hands stopped in mid stroke as the boys were frozen with fear that a grownup had discovered their secret. My brothers were so relieved that it was only their little sister, that they dried my tears and told me that there was nothing to worry about and that since I knew their secret, I could be made a member of the Club. From that day forward, when the gang would meet, I joined right in. I'd raise my dress and finger my little pussy right along with the boys. The fact that I was in the group seemed to make the boys really horny and I found myself the center of attention as they watched my every move as they masturbated. My brothers were very protective of me and while they approved of the circle jerk, it was an unwritten rule that none of the boys was to ever make a move toward fucking me.

Then one day one of the boys brought a sex book to the party. In this book was all sorts of sexual positions and the pictures that seemed to hold every ones attention were the ones depicting oral sex. I was especially excited about one particular photo of a mature woman with a giant Cock in her mouth. I just knew I had to try this as it looked so delicious. This is when I begged my brothers to let me try to suck on their peters. Well, one good suck and I was hooked. I knew from the beginning that this was to be my Sex of choice for a lifetime.

We organized what we called the "Knothole Gang". There was a knothole in the wall of a crib near our hideout and I would go into the crib and as the boys shoved their Cocks through the hole I would suck on it and try to guess which boy it was. I got pretty good at guessing and to a point where I never missed. I learned to love the sight of that Cock as it came through that hole in the wall and I couldn't wait to take it into my mouth and suck the juice out of it. I loved to swallow from the beginning and sometimes when I had not had my ration of cum for a few days, my throat would actually ache and I would find myself approaching one or the other of my brothers for a fix to tide me over until the next party. They were always more than accommodating to me and many nights after our parents were asleep, I would sneak into their bedroom and have what I was to later learn, was a threesome. I can't describe the thrill of laying between them on the bed, my mouth at Cock level facing them as they lay on their backs. I'd hold a Cock in each hand and take turns sucking them. Sometimes they would lay together in a scissor position so their Cocks were right together and this way I could take both Cocks into my mouth at one time. This position became my very favorite, especially when they could reach their peak together and both Cocks would explode in my mouth at the exact same moment. It took some doing on my part to build them to this level of passion at the same time, but I became an expert and seldom missed this double load.

The story I have just told you, happened over fifty years ago and is as fresh on my mind as if it happened yesterday. Two of the Gang of five are now dead. I married one of the boys and have had a wonderful life with a husband who not only knew of, but approved of my addiction to sucking Cocks.

About twenty years ago he suggested we go out for an evening on the town and stop into one of the local bookstores and browse the tapes. We did just that, then went into the back room where there were several private booths where there were coin operated movies. We selected a booth and went inside and dropped our coins. Then I noticed the hole in one wall of the booth. That hole brought memories rushing back from our youth. Charlie asked if I wanted to play the Knothole game? I did, so he went into the booth next door and as I saw his Cock come easing through that hole, the years melted away and once again I was in the barn with five eager young Cocks. I sucked it dry and swallowed every precious drop.

A few days later Charlie suggested we pay the Bookstore another visit. It was a Saturday night and the place was rather crowded. I noticed several guys just standing around in the shadows. I asked Charlie why these guys were just standing around? He informed me that the guys were Gay and were waiting for a live one to enter a booth and leave the door ajar enough so the guy could see the person in the booth unzip his pants and take out his Cock. This was the cue for the Gay guy to enter the booth next door and position himself at the glory hole where a hard Cock would ease through for a treat. Personally, I thought this was a really neat arrangement. What better way for two people to get exactly the kind of sex they wanted and neither would ever identify the other.

We became regulars at the Bookstore and yes, I did become addicted to peters all over again. It wasn't at all unusual for us to enter a booth together and by the time we would drop the coins there would be a movement on the other side of the wall and a delicious looking Cock would ease through. We were there so often that we became favorites and were known on sight. Sometimes there would be a line of guys waiting their turn for the booth next door to empty.

We are still enjoying this pastime with only one slight change. Where I used to enjoy bare Cocks, due to the Aids scare, I now carry a good supply of condoms. I also wear dentures now and love to give a smooth mouth treatment.

So, next time you are in a peepshow booth and you notice a Gloryhole.... just ease some Peter through it... I just may be on the other side.

PS. This was written ten years ago and thanks to advancing age and poor health we no longer indulge in what was once a favorite pastime. C & B