This is a true story about growing up in Gwinnett County, Georgia. I was 16 at the time. I had gone to the back side of the mountain at Stone Mountain Park and was drinking contraband beers with a bunch pf guys and girls. Eventually I left the group and drove to the restroom at the train depot.

The men’s room had four wooden stalls with gloryholes in several of the walls. By this time, the stall doors had all be removed. I went in and was by myself. No sooner had I sat in one of the stalls, this guy can in the men’s room and walked into my stall. I remember he said excuse me, but he was staring between my legs as he backed up.

It’s funny the things you can remember; the guy’s name was Mark (the same as my best friend at the time). I guess he was 40 or so. He was taller than me and slim. He was very straight looking. I spread my legs so he could see my dick. He went into the stall next to me and pulled out his dick and stood close to the gloryhole. With just a few tugs he was hard. I stuck my finger thru the hole wanting him to stick his cock through, but he zipped up. I remember he did it really quick and stepped out, and stood in front of me again. Shit, I thought I was about to be arrested. But he whispered, “Do you want to follow me to my house?” I could see his hard cock in his pants, and all fear of being arrested was gone. He actually lived in a neighborhood that backed up to Stone Mountain Park, so we were at his house in 10 minutes.

When we got to Mark’s house, he took me back to his bedroom. Mark told me he had a roommate but he was gone for the afternoon.