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Cinematic Glory Ch. 01

By: glory_first



Till now, all the gloryhole experiences have been at one place, about 10-15 minutes away. There are a few other sex businesses in the region, most of which I have visited at least once. A large one opened only a couple of years ago, off a highway exit on a major north/south route. After first noticing it, a visit was certain. It was an expansive, but still fairly typical sex shop - except the amount of porn was very large, as was the number of video booths. And a movie 'complex,' which wasn't very inviting, with a turnstile opened by feeding money into a coin/bill slot.

It was easily a half hour away, on the other side of a stretch which often has heavier traffic, not as interesting as another first visit, a new porn store discovery in the opposite direction, in the late fall, several years ago. The shop advertised in a local paper, and noticing the ad, it was easy to find where they were on a map - pre-internet, obviously. It didn't have any booths but was decently sized, and not run down. As I wandered through alone, with the counter at the front empty, a good sized monitor mounted on one wall caught and then held my attention - an attractive woman having her spread pussy eaten and clearly enjoying it, without much acting - and clearly, the acting was growing less important as time went on. After a few moments, they reversed positions.

She started sucking her partner's already fairly stiff cock, until he was absolutely rock hard - and I was starting to get that way myself, in public, so to speak, though the place was empty, and it was at least semi-discrete. When the couple in the video started to fuck, it was impossible to not keep watching, no longer occasionally moving down an aisle to break the spell, my cock throbbing, pressed against my pants and thigh. They both clearly enjoyed a number of positions, her pussy now puffy and wet, his cock fucking harder, both enjoying their work, the camera not something concerning them in the least. I too was getting less concerned, even very occasionally stroking the front of my jeans, as secretly as possible. Though while doing it, whoever noticed was meaningless in the rush of intense horniness my touch caused.

After enjoying at least 20 minutes watching the couple on the screen (the VCR under the monitor had a timer), the scent of weed wafted from an office/private area at the back - I kept watching the screen, not exactly surprised to smell someone enjoying one of my tastes. There was still a certain thrill of doing something forbidden, but not without a certain 'wrongness' - it was a store, not a space for sex. Nonetheless, the porn was really hot, and it had been making me hot in turn the entire time.

A few minutes later, a woman around 23, with glasses and a cute face comes out, wearing warm and scruffy comfortable clothes. She sits at the counter, which isn't really in line with where I was standing, but as the scene ended, it seemed like time to keep looking around. Finding a finger sized vibrator, which seemed worth adding to our collection, I went to the counter - where she nicely asked if I needed batteries or lube, to which I simply replied no, thanks. I haven't been back since, and it is unlikely it is still in business.

However, for the sex shop on the highway, it appears that the management had changed. While driving this stretch a few months ago, it was my wife that noticed the giant sign over the formerly discrete building at the exit. Using the Net to read about the place later, it seems to be part of a chain, and there was some interesting information about how that movie space was laid out - a gay/hetero split, a number of different theaters, one with a stage, several private rooms, a couple of less private rooms, including one with mirrors. My wife also read what I found, with a mixture of incomprehension and a disinterested curiosity about strangers meeting for nothing more than sex - whether watching or participating.

Actually entering the movie space this time turned into a minor problem - apparently, the turnstile needs to be precisely positioned or it won't open after money is put in. Going to the counter, a roughly 20 year old woman clerk let me in - somehow, not embarrassing, especially considering that the reason she knew my problem was having seen it on camera. The shop side of the store was well visited, many couples looking at what was offered - nothing extraordinary, just porn and toys.

Going in through a now unlocked side door, not the turnstile, the space was darkened and generally covered in black paint, except for the screens, the red of the seats in the theater spaces, and the brown grained vinyl of the benches in several separate rooms with large screens playing porn.

There seemed little reason to make any major pretense, and so I headed first to the gay side, walking towards the back. Where three men were standing, one jerking another off, in the middle of the group. His extended cock was profiled against the wall to ceiling screen, about 2 times life size, and he came as I watched, his ass pumping, his jeans barely hanging on his ass - my first taste of any open public sex - even kinkier, it was three men. My cock had grown, but not strikingly so, and at this point, decided to also see the hetero side. Nothing that different between sides, except for the two rooms with two wide flat benches forming an L against the far walls on the hetero side, facing 4 monitors - benches which seemed quite roomy, and not mussed. I kept getting lost somewhat, still fairly overwhelmed by the possibilities. There were maybe ten men in total, evenly split between gay and hetero sections. Though several, like me, moved between sections at whim.

Wandering over to the hetero section, there were a few men hanging out, one stroking himself alone in a smaller theater space - with no seeming interest in me at all, staring straight at the screen. The rooms were empty, and I ended up not actually figuring out the general floor plan that first time, my eyes constantly straying to see men and porn, though with a certain hesitation. A certain desire not to get caught looking. Absurd, but nonetheless real - in terms of politeness, not exactly wrong, either.

By now, returning to the gay section became worthwhile, as that is where the action seemed to be - merely a minor challenge in finding my way back to that theater section in the dimness. I crossed over, turned right, then left, and again saw the space where the group standing beforehand jacking off was now leaving, having enjoyed a couple of orgasms - the man in the middle who came so hard just a couple of yards from me seemed content, an expression of simple satisfaction on his face, his black hair dishevelled and his legs still slightly wobbling as he zipped himelf.

After they were past, I stood along the wall, alone on that side now, a wall between the entrance area and the viewing area proper, watching the porn, after a quick glance towards the dim space, maybe 15 or so seats, several occupied. Seeing two men rubbing and jacking on the screen was getting me hard, especially when they started to rub their cocks together, and play with each other's nipples.

This was something I had first seen in a hardcore gay porn magazine decades ago. Back then, it looked so hot with the three men featured in a number of detailed black and white photos, sucking each other's cocks, playing with nipples while kissing, getting fucked and sucked - a number of variations. Much like my wife can't resist her toy on her horny clit, I can't resist stroking my hard cock while she plays with my nipples, sometimes stroking, sometimes pinching, sometimes rubbing, sometimes scratching - always paired with a wonderful orgasm, where the sensation of my nipples is as good as that of my pumping cockhead.

At this point, the video on the screen was getting me hotter, and knew that taking out my cock here would be just a matter of time. Watching the pair rub cock to cock, my hand unzipped my pants, deliciously rubbing along my hardening length, and unbuttoned the lower buttons of my shirt. There wasn't much sense of anything unusual - men were getting hard and jacking off, and that was certainly something I have always enjoyed. I glanced somewhat quickly toward the rear, and at least three men were sitting in the chairs, one stroking himself, and a pair doing something which was not possible to resolve in the darkness.

As the gay porn kept playing, it seemed natural to stroke myself, in the semi-dark, semi-private theater, now intently watching two men on the screen. I heard a man cum behind me, breathing hard with his semen splashing, as my cock grew more rigid in my hand, being stroked so good, for anyone to see. My back was now against the wall, legs splayed, cock jutting forward as I played with it, head turned towards the screen to my side. Being near the front, my shaft was profiled against the screen, easily seen for anyone further back, like the man's I had seen before.

Following a hard to measure interval of horny desire and throbbing cock, I sat down near another man, whose pants were open, cock in hand, half hard, arising out of a curly pubic bush and what seemed to be fairly low hanging and hairy balls, his legs spread. Something which had been catching my attention for the last couple of minutes, though not exactly concentrating on it - too much had been happening on the screen and with my own stroking to concentrate on any single point for long.

Sitting in the open aisle seat, only an empty space separated us, and I quickly began stroking my rigid length again, looking somewhat determinedly at the men rubbing their hard cocks on the screen, though glancing a few times at another horny man so close, our cocks free and feeling so good. He suddenly moved closer, and went down almost instantly on my erect cock. It was actually quite surprising - nothing had been said, and apart from the obvious fact I was horny and his moving closer, no communication had been exchanged at all.

His mouth simply covered my held cock, making my hand slide down its length, his wet lips against the ring of my thumb and finger. The deeper my hand went along the shaft, the more irresistible the pleasure of his mouth taking my cock between wet and soft lips. I was getting a blow job in public, one that was offered in the simplest way imaginable, and it was fantastic. I am a complete slut for getting sucked by a man, it seems, at least when it is a total surprise. Well, surprise in a technical sense - a glory hole or sitting stroking while watching gay porn at a porn theater certainly provide the opportunity for such things to happen.

After a time between a few seconds and a short minute, I had to stop him, now on the exquisite knife edge of orgasm, so close, right hand now clenching just underneath my gloriously swelled cockhead, unmoving, left hand on my balls. A fact which was now just becoming clear - having the other hand slide down to my balls in that time was just a completely natural reaction to a man's mouth on my cock, it seems. And one guaranteed to make what was happening even more difficult to consider, crowding out everything but the experience, lost in intense pleasure, uncaring of anything but his mouth owning my cock completely. At this point, I stayed right at the crest of pumping ecstacy for a blissfully tortured time - always wanting to experience the hot flood of cum, but restrained by the intense pleasure needing to do doing nothing but hold my wet, just sucked cockhead, slippery from a stranger's mouth.

It was so good to be sucked, but too intense - and after stopping, other thoughts flooded in, as I reached for his crotch. He was still half hard, but slippery - it occurred to me he likely was the man who had cum before. After another short interval, my cock less than half hard, as was his, I zippered my pants, then stood up, and wandered around, getting some composure back. The reality of just sitting down with a hard cock and getting sucked was intensely kinky and hot - but like stroking myself, having the pleasure last as long as possible is part of the fun. And just getting sucked by a stranger has certain risks, though not large for a number of hot games, and easy to drown in pure male lust. Men really know how to suck cock, and who knew what would be the next chance to find that out....

Cinematic Glory Ch. 02



The experiences in the gay section of the sex shop's viewing areas left me suspended in aroused possibilities. Entering the hetero section was the start of exploring it in detail, my just sucked cock feeling lazily content pressed against the leg of my jeans while walking around. By this point, much of my hesitation and glancing had disappeared, and I paid much more attention to the dim surroundings, while no longer caring about my own still visibly aroused appearance. None of the porn was as captivating as what had turned me on before, but poking into various spaces and seeing what was happening was interesting - including areas, such as one theater playing fetish/S&M porn, which themselves hold no interest all.

A man was sitting in one of the rooms with wide benches, and with a bit of positioning, it became possible to discreetly watch him stroke his cock, though without being able to see above his waist. A moment or two later, feeling my own cock stiffen through my jeans watching him, it was time to continue to moving around, looking into the different spaces, watching the porn on various monitors and larger screens - including one with a small raised stage in front of it. As nothing that interesting was playing, it was a natural idea to walk past the area where the two rooms were, as it was the connection to several sections, being on the way to the gay section.

The man was still stroking to the porn on the four screens facing him each time I passed, legs out and cock pointing to the ceiling in his slowly stroking hand. The second or third time, I stood watching and rubbing the outside of my jeans, starting to get off on the idea of jacking off openly together with another man for the first time since before college. His cock was solidly sized, and his jeans and gray shirt were practical for any games - a couple of men had actually been in suits or office wear. After another minute or two of lazy speculation and no change from what he was doing, it was possible to turn away and walk around again, to see what other attractions existed.

Maybe the fourth time by, stopping was impossible to resist, with horniness and anticipation dominating everything, and now I stood in the door, looking at his cock, making a gesture about entering. He was a bit older, maybe late 40s/early 50s, with gray hair but not balding, and there was no question about how horny he was. His head seemed to nod a bit after a moment of my waiting in the doorway, as he looked more obviously at my unzipped pants and downwards extended cock, while he kept pleasuring himself. I went directly to the bench against the wall facing the door in a couple of steps, a body length or more away from him. Sitting, I unbuttoned and opened my pants, starting to fondle my still swelling cock. From my position on the wide bench, anyone could look through the door, and see what I was doing. When first going in, the idea of such a public display was not on my mind; by the time it was obvious how exposed the view was, it didn't matter in the least.

As I kept stroking, eyes generally closed, my head would sometimes roll to the side facing where he was sitting, shoulders against the wall, his ass on the edge of the bench, legs fairly straight in front of him. After a couple of minutes of occasional glancing, it was plain he was intently watching what I was doing, my fist pumping my reddened prick along its length, then stopping to let its throbbing bliss settle into a less unstoppably ecstatic state. Though even stopping had a certain dangerous attraction, as I was getting into showing my cock off, knowing how hot it would be to cum while he watched.

Shortly after another almost irresistible rush of hot lust watching him jack off his hot cock, he got up, and closed the door to the room - another surprise, since privacy had not really been a concern till now, and the idea of closed rooms hadn't really entered my mind. Especially as a couple of the rooms seemed designed with viewing in mind, like the mirror room, with two poles in the middle and several square openings to look in within from outside.

Turning back, he pulled his shirt over his head, casually but quickly discarding it into the corner, and laid out on the bench, head almost against the opposite wall, now touching his cock again. His turned head was at the same level of my cock, and his beckoning came after I had already started getting up, cock swinging free and feeling so good and heavy, knowing that it would be playing with a man, pure cock sex. And with his shirt off, an opportunity presented itself immediately.

First standing, pants still open and cock jutting into the air, then approaching him, my mouth went to his nipple. This was something I first remember seeing in gay porn decades ago, and it had made a very deep impression then, one which was finally resulting in the reality of doing it to another man who was hard and willing. For some reason, it just seems to be the most utterly sexy form of gay sex, even though it isn't really limited to men doing it with other men. Over the years living with my wife, her nipple playing skills have become overwhelming.

She knows how completely aroused I get from what she does with her hands and mouth on my nipples, especially when I'm fucking her wet pussy or my hand is on my stiff cock. A couple of weeks ago, at the neighbor's across the street, my wife got quite drunk, as she does there several times a year - I came over later, when all three had drank a couple of bottles of wine already, after putting our children into bed at our house. We shared several more glasses of wine. My wife was again in a sloppy horny drunken state, and when she and the other husband left the porch, moving towards an out of view part of the house, he started kissing her (all according to my wife - we do talk about much, if not everything). After the first kissing and squeezing, she put her hands under his t-shirt, giving him a taste of nipple fun.

She started grinding against him, making him hard, then reached down, rubbing his hard cock while he played with her braless breasts, before they started to kiss again, moving against each other as their tongues played, grinding each other in growing mindless drunken fun, his hand going up her shorts to finger her hairy cunt through her soaking wet panties. After a few minutes of fooling around, she decided to leave, instead of ending up on a bed being fucked, knowing she would end up begging to be fucked harder and faster, wanting nothing but a cock pounding her (something she finds an embarrassing trait most of the time). Over the past couple of years, each year or so, she goes a step farther, and some interesting possibilities are at least imaginable in our future. Happening only a couple of weeks ago, such shared tales pushed at the idea of experiencing sex in public, an idea growing more enticing, leading to what was becoming a very intriguing experience.

In a way, the door being closed had returned the experience from public to private, and the luxury of time grew - there is something about being in public which forces rapidness, even when a more leisured approach would be appreciated. The element of unclothing also added a certain directness - better sex generally equals less clothes, in my personal experience, though certainly not all the time. And being alone meant that there was no way to pass up the opportunity to experience a second man in less than a half hour.

Bending down, my lips on his nipple, he seemed to appreciate what my mouth offered while his hand moved on his rigid rod. After a moment of being tongued, he reached out, and touched my pulsing shaft, a fantastic sensation I returned by placing my right fingers on his other nipple, moving my head to look while the pace of his cock stroking quickened. My tongue was now circling his growing nipple, and I gently began to suck it into my wet mouth while his hand tightened its grip on my own horny length. We were starting to get each other really hot, and his moaning began several moments before mine. His soft 'ooh, that is so fucking good, fuck yeah, lick me, yesssss, fuck good' was almost unbearably sexy. Sound is a great turn-on, especially when you know that the babbled words have little to do with the reason why they are happening, but which cause a deep response when heard.

After a while, he gently pushed my head towards his cock, stroking my hair and neck, but I kept licking and then biting his nipple, using my right hand to rub and squeeze his other nipple, which my mouth had briefly tasted, leaving its wetness behind for my fingers to enjoy. He kept moaning, but as the pushing grew a bit more insistent, I pulled back, shifted a bit, and after a brief pause, went back to playing with his hot nipple with tongue and lips, my right hand reaching down, moving slowly against his lightly haired skin before fondling his balls and the base of his cock. He began moaning again as I played with his aroused body, knowing that soon, my hand would be on his cock while his nipples were being enjoyed by a new friend.

His hand slid from my cock to reach behind my left thigh, and began to gently stroke the sensitive skin. After another moment, he began to slowly pull my thigh, his mouth open, an unspoken invitation I was already accepting, offering only token resistance to his desire, moving towards the irresistible temptation of another stranger sucking my cock so deep and good in his willing mouth. Just a bit more, and the feeling of another blow job would be mine to enjoy, a treat being directly offered, from the second of two unknown men clearly wanting to suck my very willing cock in one day.

That thought caused a certain pause, as playing such games with multiple partners does increase certain risks, if even essentially minor ones on my part. It seems as if not only being spoiled by marriage is a problem - while married, condoms have rarely been used - and yes, there have been times I have taken a condom off, because the sensation was simply less than what I knew it would be when directly fucking a wet and waiting cunt. 

The other problem was realizing how easy it is to have sex with multiple men, and how good it is - certain things that were clear decades ago in an abstract sense were becoming clearer in a very intimate and delightful way, a true seduction, one shared by so many. Simply wandering around, finding strangers for quick sex, people sharing sexual tastes and talents, meant that thinking beyond the immediate goal of getting off was a comfortably ignored distraction. The reality was overwhelming, a truth which my cock fully agreed with.

Now, no longer moving towards his mouth, he stopped pulling, and started stroking the inside of my thigh lightly, along the curled hairs, another fantastic feeling of erotic touching, teasing and satisfying entwined. At this point, it was pretty clear to me that if he started sucking my cock, I would go down on him, but going down on a man was still something which seemed a step too far, especially considering how much pleasure the nipple games were to both of us. His continual moaning, his hand pumping in rhythm, were clear signs of how well my skills were coming along on his chest.

His hand moved from my thigh to my ass, and after a bit, the fingers that had been sliding along my ass crack started to cup my butt, again tugged me towards his opened mouth, his eyes fixed on my cock, the fingers moving ever more firmly, tempting me to stick myself into another stranger, to sample another man's skills. This was rapidly becoming a game of the sort I had played with my first girlfriend, each of us trying to get the other to surrender in total pleasure, unable to do anything but cum.

This is an adult game, with the adult benefit that the loser enjoys losing, and which not only the winner looks forward to playing it again and again. As the way to lose is to give in to the other and let the orgasming overwhelm you, losing feels like winning, and winning seems almost pointless. Of course, the loser then has to reward the winner, which adds it own charm.

At this point, the game could go either way, as my hand moved down to his cock to begin stroking him and my mouth began sucking his nipple harder, teeth beginning to feel the tip of a hardened nipple. As his excitement increased, it was not possible to stop myself from getting closer to his head, and as his breathing grew deeper, the feeling of his breath on my completely aroused cock head was crumbling my own desire to win the contest.

As I started to give in, my teeth began to bite him in turn, no longer merely tentatively squeezing at his hardened nipple, my fist solidly pumping his cock, concentrating on the flared and pulsing cock head, the other hand pinching his other nipple, feeling it harden under my fingers. His moaning grew louder - while attempting to restrain myself, I kept my own mindless moaning under control. Often, the winner of this game is the one who simply remembers it is being played. It seemed as if nipple sex really is as irresistible as it had been for me when first being exposed to it. His hand started to clench my ass as his cock began to flood with cum, the first hard jets landing on his torso, his ass coming off the bench to force his cock into my hand in the unstoppable waves of orgasm starting at the base of his cock and balls.

Till now, the practical aspects of cumming had never entered my thoughts, but looking around, there actually was actually a roll of paper towels and a small trashcan along the monitor wall. After getting him off, and almost cumming myself several times, my cock was now shrinking almost in tandem with his. Such intensity seems to lead to a certain shut down, though the next wave crests even higher based on the peaks of the other crests. And I knew that this evening, cumming with my wife would be a fitting end to an extraordinary day.