18 comments/ 243821 views/ 87 favorites Gloryhole By: russello Annette sat alone at one end of the wobbly barroom table, wondering how she had let herself get talked into coming here. She didn't like noisy drunks, and she didn't like loud music. She didn't like alcohol, and she didn't like being flirted with by drooling morons. She didn't like her sister's friends, and, though she tried not to admit it, she didn't like her sister much either. She thought the feelings were mutual. Her mistake tonight had been in agreeing to give Michelle a ride home after work. She should have known her sister would never settle for going straight home--she always stopped somewhere to get plowed first. Sure enough, the minute she hopped into the car, Michelle had started in on her: "The girls are heading over to Pokey's," she said. "It's two for one night. What do you think? Just a quick one?" "I'd rather not," Annette had said. "I have to be to work early." Michelle had rolled her eyes. "You always have to be to work early. You ought to let yourself have some fun for a change. Besides, we haven't talked in ages." So Annette had let herself be played, thinking she owed it to her sister to make the effort, and now she was stuck. She wasn't having any fun, and she certainly wasn't talking to Michelle. In fact, Michelle was ignoring her, holding court with her friends while Annette sat alone with a drink she hadn't asked for. Whatever it was they had put in her glass tasted awful, but she was drinking it because it gave her something to do. Though they were sisters, Michelle and herself had little in common. Michelle was wild; a party girl who played men against each other and seldom slept at home on the weekend. Annette, on the other hand, lived by the rules. The only time she was away from home on the weekends was when she agreed to work extra hours at the Wal-Mart. She didn't drink (although she was tonight), and she had never dated. Not to say that she didn't want to date, or that she never thought about sex. She really wanted to meet the man who would sweep her off her feet and make her his bride. She often fantasized about her wedding night, and what it would be like to have a man touch her in that way. She thought she would be a very sexual person, given the chance. It wasn't her looks that kept her lonely. Annette was a classic blonde beauty, with naturally wavy hair and a long supple form. She had developed young, and was aware that men sometimes stared at her. But she wanted to be appreciated for her mind, not her body, so she tended to dress in ways that minimized her figure. Today she was wearing a modest skirt/sweater combo in red and black that was too warm for the thick smoky atmosphere of the bar. One of the girls came back with more alcohol. Annette had already accepted a second drink on the rationale that it was two for one night--now here was a third. What the hell, she thought, seeing that Michelle was starting in on another pitcher of beer. I'm not going anywhere for a while anyway. Annette's eyes wandered as she sipped at the tall drink. At the end of the bar a raucous bunch of men--rednecks from the local foundry--were gathered around a small television set. Apparently they had put a porn tape in the VCR. The filthy, muscular men were watching some half naked woman crawl around on a dirty floor doing disgusting things. Annette turned away. What a delightful place her sister chose to hang out at. The sounds of the conversation Michelle was engaged in drifted to her ears as the girls talked over the country music. "It's called a gloryhole," one of them was saying. "They cut out a small hole in the side of a bathroom stall or something, and you're supposed to suck his cock off through it." They all laughed. Annette took a swallow of her drink and sighed, finding their talk distasteful, but at the same time envying their casual regard for sex. She had never seen a man's organ, but thought that when she did it would be in her marriage bed. The moment would be intimate and solemn--not part of some cheap thrill. If it ever happens at all, she thought. She sometimes wondered if she would ever connect with a man. Annette was feeling a numb tingling in her legs. She thought she had been sitting too long. She finished off her latest drink and stood carefully, wanting to find the ladies room. She was puzzled at the way the room swam when she moved, and wondered if it was the alcohol. A sign said the restrooms were in the basement. Not a good indication as to the cleanliness, Annette thought. She had to steady herself as she walked down the stairs. Actually the facilities were fine once she found them, but there was something odd about the ladies room. Originally there had been three toilet stalls, but now there were only two. The door was off the center stall, and the toilet was missing. The drain in the floor had been capped. At the back of that stall, looking oddly out of place, another door had been cut and roughly installed. Annette sat on a stool in one of the intact stalls and peed, curious about the anomaly. If she understood the layout of the building, the other side of that wall would be the men's room. What was the purpose...? She straightened up her dress and came out of the stall. She glanced at the odd door again after washing her hands. She stepped close to it and listened, hearing nothing. Feeling suddenly adventurous, maybe from the strong drink, she stepped forward and quietly pushed the door open far enough to see inside. It was like stepping through a looking glass. She was standing at the back of another converted toilet stall. This time the toilet was still in place, and she was standing behind it. The front and side walls were made of plywood which stretched from the floor to the ceiling, so she could not see beyond, into the rest of the men's room. It was an odd set-up. There were three circular holes cut into the thin plywood walls, each about four inches in diameter, roughly three feet off the ground. One hole in the center of each side wall, and one directly in front. She decided to look through one of the holes. As Annette stepped forward into the stall, the door behind her swung shut. Distantly, she heard a buzzer go off, and was puzzled at that. Suddenly Annette heard activity outside her stall. The outer door opened with a squeak, and someone entered the room. She heard heavy footfalls. A shadow covered the hole in the front wall. Mortified that she might be heard, Annette stood perfectly still. She heard the sound of a zipper, and held her breath as a flaccid, snake-like object slithered in through the hole, the drooped head of it flopping against the painted wall. A penis. A large man's veined, purplish penis. She'd never seen one before, but that's what it was. Annette swallowed as she remembered the words she'd heard spoken upstairs. "...they cut a hole in the wall, and you're supposed to..." Oh, Lord. Maybe he'd just give up and go away if she stood still long enough. Whomever might be behind that wall, he couldn't reach her, couldn't see her. In fact, she wasn't really in the presence of a man at all. It was just her and the penis. It must have been the alcohol, but she almost giggled. The body pressed against the wood shifted. The fleshy tube swayed a little, like a pendulum. Annette wondered if it was warm... Michelle would probably do it, she thought. Stepping closer, Annette sat gingerly on the end of the stool. Close up, the male organ looked huge. Gingerly, she picked it up and dropped it into the palm of her right hand. Even that little contact stirred the male on the other side of the wall. She heard his intake of breath. The penis twitched and began to come alive. It started to fill out, and even lengthen. It was almost six inches long to begin with; how large was it going to get? Her hand wrapped itself around the growing organ. It felt right to grip it, as if the act answered some need in her. She pulled on it gently, in an experimental sort of way. Of course she wasn't going to do the rest of it...was she? Annette's head was swimming. The heat in her blood and the alcohol were directing her actions more than common sense was. She resented the little voice in her mind that told her she was heading into trouble. It never seemed to shut up. Leaning forward, Annette brought the organ right up to her face. She smelled the male musk and viewed the taut, rubbery texture of the head up close. It had a tiny slit at the end of it. Annette touched the area around the little hole with her tongue. There was a moan from behind the wall. With just that brief contact, Annette realized, she had made a man feel good--had made him want her. The cock in her hand was at full mast now, so rigid she was able to let go of it, and it continued to stare straight at her. She licked at it again, and liked it. She was beginning to realize why oral sex was so popular. It made her feel powerful to be able to bring a man to this state. The well-hung stranger was pressing himself into the wall, desperate for more of what she was doling out. Annette decided she was not going to disappoint. She slid all the way forward off the stool and onto her knees. She placed her hands against the wall on either side of the gloryhole and eagerly impaled her own head on the fleshy stake that awaited her pleasure. She forced her face down onto it until the width of it stretched her lips wide and it popped into the wet cavern of her mouth. The taste was fine. It made her mouth water. She pulled back a little and slid forward again, taking more of it this time. She bobbed her head up and down until she'd coated the organ with sufficient saliva to let it move smoothly in and out, all the way to the back of her throat. She bathed the rigid cock with her mouth, sucking at it gently as she pulled back, then plunging forward again. It was like fucking, but with her mouth. She was letting him fuck her mouth. She moved faster and faster, taking one hand free from the wall to reach under her skirt, because this act was stimulating her. She massaged her own aching sex organs through her underpants until she was wet enough to pull the crotch aside and stick her fingers in. Annette was thoroughly aroused. She was in heat to the point that she was actually considering pulling off her panties. But the frantic thrusts against the wall of her male counterpart were demanding she focus, just to keep her mouth seated around his bucking cock. She liked the wildness. She pursed her lips harder to give him more friction, and she rode him, all the while frantically stroking her own swollen, sticky cunt. There is one reward for a good blow-job, and Annette earned hers now. She heard a moan, and at first she didn't know what was happening as a gush of warmth ran down her throat, causing her to quickly swallow. Was it saliva? But a second stream escaped into her mouth, and the salty taste of it let her know... Cumming! He's cumming! Oh my God, I did it! I sucked a guy off through a gloryhole... And then he wasn't the only one cumming. Annette had an orgasm herself, her tight pussy spasming around her middle finger while the cock in her mouth spat out its goo. She swallowed eagerly, accepting the whole load, and continued to suck while the organ deflated slowly. She didn't want to lose it while she was still in orgasm. She didn't want to be alone again. She needn't have worried. Even as the man she'd just satisfied pulled out, Annette felt something pressing against her left hand--the one she was using to steady herself against the wall. Another male organ had been inserted through the hole on that side of the stall. This time the cock that stared her in the face was a black one--a big black one that was already halfway hard. Annette didn't know any black people, and was intimidated at the thought that she was kneeling in front of some huge black stranger right now. Still, he was hard and he was warm, and he wanted some of what she was giving out. She grasped the organ without hesitation and began to stroke it. Her own orgasm was subsiding, but who was to say she couldn't have another? She pivoted on her knees and brought this new plaything to her face, rubbing it against her cheeks and teasing it with her tongue. She wanted more contact with this magnificent piece of a man--as much as she could get. She tugged one strap of her dress over her shoulder, yanked down her bra, and rubbed her bare right tit against the straining purple cock head. Her nipple was as erect as it was. She did not want her mouth to remain empty. She much preferred it full. So she bent and engulfed what she could of this healthy black stud. Only to see out of the corner of her eye that another penis--another cock--had replaced the first one in the center hole. Annette grabbed for this smaller, white organ as well. She could only suck one man at a time, but she could hold it in her hand, get it hot and aroused. She had trouble getting more than just the head of the black cock into her mouth. It was swelling to unbelievable proportions. She thought about all the times she had seen men and wondered what they had in their pants. She couldn't figure how anyone could walk around with such an item as this and not have it show. The problem of handling two penises at once--two men at once, she realized dizzily--was that she was no longer able to touch herself--not if she wanted to keep her balance. All this sucking and stroking was arousing a great need in her loins, and she could do nothing for it. She was sure she could make herself cum explosively, if only she could massage her pussy. But the men were demanding. She forced herself down on the one and held the other tightly. Hearing a rustling, she glanced around and saw that the hole directly behind her had been taken. How many men are out there? She wondered. She was still concentrating on eating the black rod to the left when the other cock, the one she was tugging on with her hand, shot off unexpectedly. She watched, fascinated, as it sprayed like a garden sprinkler, all over her arm. This was her first time seeing what male cum looked like, as it dribbled down her forearm. At least this frees up one hand for a minute, she thought. Like a woman possessed, keeping her face locked onto her main customer, she pulled up her skirt and yanked down her panties. She rubbed her cum-coated arm into her wet crotch, and furiously fingered herself for a couple delicious minutes, bringing herself to the brink of what would have to be the greatest orgasm ever. But she couldn't quite get over the edge, and she was forced to stop when she sensed the unserviced cocks around her getting restless. The newest member of the get-me-off club, the one opposite the black man, was waiting for attention. She didn't want him to lose patience and go away. She gave him a few strokes with her sticky hand. Annette was in a drunken sexual frenzy. Hoping the rock-hard ebony prick she had been nursing would wait for her, she released it for a moment and stood up. Working as quickly as she could, she stripped herself of her dress and underthings, leaving herself naked but for her shoes and jewelry. She pressed her body into the wall, grabbed the saliva coated rod she had been blowing moments before, and wedged it between her legs. She held it there, rubbing it against her clit again and again, hearing panting and pushing as she drove herself and the man she did not know close to cumming. She wanted desperately to press the organ into her hole. She wanted to give it her virginity, make a woman out of herself right then and there. She arched her back and tried to swallow it with her cunt, but the angle was wrong, and she got just the head of it into her tunnel before it slipped back out. The man orgasmed during these ministrations, and his cum drenched her thighs. Panting, she let him go. If she couldn't have a cock deep inside her this way, she'd have to settle for the other. Turning, she prepared to select another juicy rod for her mouth. And was stopped cold. Sticking through the other side hole was a monster. Seven or eight inches long, and still flaccid, hanging against the wall. She didn't know who it belonged to, but she knew she had found the tool she needed. It had to be hard, of course, if she was going to get it through her hymen and inside her where it belonged. She dropped down to make this happen, taking what she could of the warm snake into her mouth. It grew as she nursed it, until it stuck straight out, arching up like a huge meat hook. Annette turned to face away. She bent deeply at the waist, raising up on her toes a little, and backing onto the now ten inch spigot. In front of her another anonymous organ waited. She took this in her mouth as a way of stifling any screams that might come as a result of her deflowering. The organ behind her started into her hole, stretching her, filling her. It encountered the flower of her virginity, and stopped. Annette savored the gentle pressure against that sensitive barrier. There was still several inches of cock between her cunt and the restroom wall. She placed her hands against the wall in front of her, and she pushed. "Oh Gawd, yesss!" The exclamation wasn't from her, but from the lucky fucker on the other side of the wall. Annette was breathing hard around the stiff dick in her mouth, but was otherwise quiet, only living the experience of pleasure and pain as something deep inside her tore apart, and she felt herself taken and filled. Her eyes rolled upward with pleasure. That's when she saw the video camera. There was a camera mounted at the top of the cubical, looking down. Suddenly Annette realized--those men in the bar upstairs hadn't been watching a porn tape. They had been watching the action going on down here. And now they were watching her... Gloryhole "AAAAaaaaaiiiiieee!!" she screamed. "Fuck, fuck, fuckkkmmeeeee!!" And her glazed eyes held steady on the camera lens as her entire body spasmed and shook, and the monster-sized cock buried in her snatch from behind exploded like a fire-hose, prompting more spasming deep in her cunt, and she squeezed her own breasts and moaned and whined as the orgasm went on and on and on... Annette didn't stop fucking and sucking until she was completely used up and there wasn't a cock left in the place that she hadn't milked dry. Finally she collapsed on the floor and stayed there until Michelle came down to help her get cleaned up and take her home. Gloryhole Adventure A few months after my first bookstore adventure in my hometown, I moved to St. Louis to continue school. It was the early 80s and urban revitalization had yet to hit downtown. There were a couple of blocks of businesses and bars on Laclede's Landing by the Arch and then a sort of no-mans-land between that and the Central West End - filled with dilapidated and abandoned buildings and businesses. But when one reached the West End at Kingshighway it all changed, like going from the dark side of the moon to the light. I had been living there a few months about to go crazy I was so horny and there were NO prospects where I was in school. Even after my first adventures I still didn't consider myself gay or even bi, and there were few ladies who caught my interest. Well, most of them were already attached. So, one afternoon it occurred to me, if my little hometown had adult bookstores, surely the big city would. I checked the yellow pages (no, I'm not kidding) and found several places. After checking some maps, I soon realized that they were all in that seedy section of town. On my first few visits I just bought some books and even a few 8mm movies, I didn't feel quite ready to try anything else yet. A few weeks later, more rejections and more angst about being away from home and all those normal college fears and my randy hormones were about to burst. I decided I would make a trip down to one of the bookstores and see if I could get a blowjob one Saturday morning. Now, I didn't yet know all tricks of the trade or I would have realized that late Friday or Saturday night is the best time for getting such things at the gloryhole but it turned out that I got much more than I bargained for anyway! I headed uptown for this one place that had a fairly extensive viewing area. I was so nervous that I'm sure I was blushing the whole way. I just knew that if anyone saw me that morning in sweats and a tee-shirt, they would know exactly where I was going and I was looking for. I silently wished I were invisible. If nothing else, I'm sure they could hear the pounding of my heart. I walked into the store and my fertile imagination had me convinced that everyone was looking at me and knew what I was doing there, only heightening my embarrassment. I made my way through the magazines and movies (mostly 8mm in those days with a few VERY expensive VHS and Beta videos). I found a booth in the viewing area but it didn't have a glory hole. Actually, that was ok with me at that moment. I thought I might be able to wank off to a clip and then I wouldn't need the personal attention I craved and feared. I dropped some quarters and pretty soon I was kind of getting into the film I was watching. I had my sweats pushed down and was stroking my cock when I heard the clerk come back in the booth area: "Alright gentlemen, either get those lights on or move along, thank you." (At this store, there was a light above the booth which lit while the movie machine was on - red, of course. It was a denial of sorts, if the light was on, someone was watching a movie and whatever else was going on, no one asked. If the light were out and the door closed, that was an admission that illicit activity was happening. Don't ask me why it made such a difference to drop a couple of quarters?!) Anyway, the clerk's interruption and the nervousness I felt here were just too much. I was afraid I would get caught in this place or worse yet, that I would end up in some sort of wild orgy totally out of control. It was just too much for me, so I decided to leave. I was even less conspicuous going out that coming in as my cock was tenting the front of my sweats by that time. Still, the hormone fever had me. Images kept swirling through my mind as I drove to another store. Images of the movies, blond bimbos being worked over by huge cocks, gay porn, sucking and fucking, memories of my other adventures being sucked and my ass began to twitch as I thought of that other forbidden pleasure - getting fucked. No, no. I wouldn't do that, not here. I couldn't. I might get a blowjob. Hell, I might even try to give one. But if I find that I really enjoy getting cock up the butt won't that make me.... I couldn't finish the sentence. By the time I pulled up in front of this store front just off Olive, I was nearly panting with desire and fear. This little place looked quiet, no other businesses open near it so I wouldn't be seen going out or in. Not too many cars here, so not too many people to know what I'm about to do. I finished a cigarette to steady myself and walked in. There wasn't much in this place except the booths, so I got some quarters and walked to the back. There were mostly empty booths here and inside I let out a sigh of relief. I could jack off to the movie and not worry about what I was so afraid to try. I sat back and enjoyed a few minutes of the movie and then pulled my sweats down and started to stroke. I didn't even notice the glory hole or anyone in the next booth until I heard him: "Put it through and I'll suck." I wasn't sure I had heard him the first time and I just grunted. Then he said it again: "Put it through and I'll suck." I fought with myself. No, don't do this, it will make you gay! (HA!!) Its dirty, its seedy, you like girls. Yea, but gawd, I need to have my cock sucked. I need to blow my load inside someone's mouth not in a paper towel anymore. I need some physical attention. No. Yes. NO! YESSSSS! I got up and moved to the hole and pushed my cock through. I moaned as he stroked me and then gasped when he enveloped my cock in his mouth. It was sooo hot and wet. I had waited for this for sooo long. MMmmmmmm I moaned as he worked my shaft in his mouth, his tongue scraping the underside of my cock making me shiver. I began to gently fuck my hips back and forth. His hand came through the hole to stroke my balls. I could feel myself boiling up when he began to try to reach further, for my asshole. My mind cleared for a sec and drew a clear boundary - if you get your cock sucked by a man through a gloryhole in an adult bookstore, that is not gay, but if you let him play with your ass it is gay. (What??!!) I pulled back: "Not here," I whispered. "How bout in my van, its parked outside," he answered. My mind started to get back into the discussion only to be firmly silenced by my cock: "Sure," I said. We left our respective movies running and made our way individually outside. (Like no one in the store knew what was going on, right?!) I stood by my car and smoked a cigarette while he went and got his van. It was one of those old panel jobs with no windows along the sides except that tiny round one high on the side at the back. He indicated that I should get in the back. I opened the door and got two surprises. One, the inside was covered in a rust-colored shag carpet with a low bench-bed on one side. And two, there was another man in the back puffing away on a bong. My mind started to scream, but my cock said: "shut up, I'm driving!" I got in and closed the door behind me. My host up front tried to introduce us. I gave a fake name and I don't remember what his was. He didn't say anything to me. In fact, this second guy didn't say a word during the entire adventure about to unfold. He just handed me the bong and gestured to a seat beside himself. I took a few hits and got into the Alan Parsons Project music that was playing and at some point realized we had stopped driving. Our host came back and joined in at the bong and soon all was warm and cozy and just a little hazy. Our host then mumbled something about me wanting more than a blowjob, which set the two of them giggling. Then he turned toward me and started to help me out of my clothes. I offered no resistance and they pulled off my tee and shucked down my sweats. I was soon moaning as two sets of hands roamed my body. Then I was lost in a rush of lust as their mouths began to nibble: nape of my neck, ears, nipples, back, belly, thighs... I was groaning loudly and my cock was so hard it hurt. They laid me back on the bench-bed and took turns keeping me occupied while they each undressed. I reached for their cocks and stroked them. Our host had a smaller than average cock, but he was very hard. The other guy had a nice big cock, not too long, not too thick - beautiful. They pushed me back again and our host whispered: "we are going to make all your fantasies come true!" With that he pulled my arms up and before I could react, he put me in some sort of cuffs over my head. He saw the fear shoot through me and leaned down to whisper again: "Its ok, relax, you will really enjoy this." He then knelt over my head and began to feed his cock into my mouth. Moaning, I surrendered and let his cock slide inside. He moved his hips to push his cock in and out of my mouth. Desire overwhelmed me and I began to suck hungrily. I heard him moan, then he reached down and began to play with my nipples. I groaned again as he did this - oooh I love that! And he fucked himself into my mouth a little harder. I wondered what had become of his friend when I heard the guy in my mouth say: "Oooh yeah! I think he'll like that." His hands left my nipples only to be replaced moments later with a sharp metallic pinch. It was a shocking pain and my mouth fell slack around his cock as I grunted. He pulled out and moved so that he could lift my head. "Nipple clamps," he said,showing me the clips now attached to my nipples. The his friend reached up and picked up the chain connecting them and pulled it taut. My eyes rolled back in my head at the pleasure/pain and I moaned loudly. "Told ya," was all my host replied. Then I noticed the other things in his friends hand. They looked like those hook-on luggage straps. He fed my legs into them to the knee, one at a time, then lifted each one toward the ceiling of the van. I finally noticed the two hooks up there and soon I was open and spread for their pleasure, my wrists cuffed above my head, my legs pulled up and back exposing my cock and very vulnerable ass, and wearing nipple clamps. My cock was harder than I have ever known it and begging for attention. I felt the other's hands on the backs of my thighs, feather-light strokes up and down. Then he began to make a pattern, down and in to my asscrack, up over my balls avoiding my cock and back to my upper thighs. It was driving me crazy. I lay my head back, closed my eyes and moaned, this was incredible. My host then tugged on the chain of the nipple clamps. My mouth flew open in a silent moan and he slipped his cock back in. I sucked hard and deep. I met his thrusts into my mouth. I almost exploded when I felt his friend's mouth engulf my cock. His hands still lightly stroked my balls and my asscrack. I couldn't hold back any longer. My body spasmed and flailed as I let go an enourmous load of cum into his mouth. I grunted and bellowed around my host's dick in my mouth as he tugged not too gently on the nipple chain. In spite of such an enourmous orgasm, I stayed hard in the other's mouth and he kept sucking me. Our host detached the cuffs from the hook above my head and cradled my head on his lap while offering me more hits from the bong. Good lord, an incredible blowjob, more than I had ever hoped for and it wasn't over yet. When I was swimming in a fog again. My host laid me back and pulled the cuffs back over my head to the hook. "If you enjoyed that, just wait," he whispered and then moved away from me. After sucking me hard again, Friend (as I now called him) began to lick and suck my balls and soon had me moaning and writhing again in my bonds. Host had moved out of sight for the moment, but when Friend began to lick lower towards my asshole, he reappeared and tugged lightly on the nipple chain causing me to pant. I lay there wide-eyed, slack-jawed, my body on fire. My nipples were the source of wonderful pleasure/pain. The clamps pinched the hard nubs and the occaisional tug was delicious torment. Friend had now worked his way to my ass and his tongue began a decadent dance around and then in my asshole. I was floating on the high from the grass, caught like a fly in a spider's web and slowly devoured by raunchy sex. I surrendered to my base instincts. I ground my hips up into Friend's mouth. His lips formed a seal around my hole and he sucked and licked and chewed on the spasming ring of muscle. I grunted and moaned and thrashed in my bonds. I pulled my knees back as best the straps would allow as he began to fuck my asshole with his tongue. My mouth hung open from the delicious pleasure and I drooled "oh fuck, oh fuck" over and over. I don't know how long this went on, it seemed forever. I didn't know I could experience that much pleasure without exploding. Then the mouth was gone, replaced by a long slick finger. I grunted deeply, "oh yeah...." Host reached up above me and moved a curtain aside on the ceiling to reveal a mirror. I could now see what Friend was doing between my legs. I shivered and twitched as I watched his long finger slide in and out of my ass, preparing it for his cock. I moaned and sighed as a second finger joined the first. Gently, Friend stretched and opened my asshole, though after that hellacious rim job it had to be totally relaxed. I could also see that Host was busy between Friend's legs, sucking him hard and then attaching something (I would later learn it was a cock-ring) then lubing up his cock for my ass. I was totally into the rhythm of the finger-fucking I was getting when Host reappeared by my head. He whispered in my ear, "Watch him fuck your ass." I looked up as he said this and saw Friend pull his fingers out of my ass. I felt empty and open as I watch him stroke his cock and bring it to my needy asshole. I felt the hot slick head rubbing against my anus, I shivered and twitched. He placed the head against my hole and drew little circles until I relaxed again and started to thrust back to get him inside me. I watched his hips move forward and the head of his cock disappear and I felt him enter me. He slowly pushed inside me and I panted as I watched my asshole swallow his cock. I felt that beautiful cock sliding into me in one smooth stroke. Filling me, opening me, oh god taking my ass. Mmmmmmmm. Not so wide that it was uncomfortable, not so long that I couldn't take it all. It was perfect. His cock fit my ass like a dream. My own cock was throbbing and spitting pre-cum. I could feel his cock, alive and throbbing deep in me as he ground his hips into mine, moving his cock deep inside my ass. He pushed in as deeply as he could and held still for a moment. He reached for the nipple chain and the air was filled with our mingled moans as I writhed and fucked myself on his cock in my ass while he tugged and pulled on the chain. He began a slow in and out fuck of my ass. I watched his slick cock slice in and out between my cheeks and felt its hot, rigid presence deep inside me. Like the rimjob, I have no idea how long he fucked me like that. I only know it was extasy. I was still floating on that cloud of grass, my nipples burned in the clamps, my cock ached it was so hard and the center of my universe was his wonderful cock filling my asshole. He drilled me hard and fast, making me pant as I worked to keep my asshole open for his thrusts. He worked my asshole slowly with his cock, sliding it deep inside me, working it around, teasing my prostate so that I would leak pre-cum profusely, almost blowing another load. He skillfully played me like an instrument, his cock the bow and my asshole the strings. Friend built me up for a mighty crescendo. Host was back straddling my head and pushing his cock into my slack mouth as Friend took up a steady fuck rhythm in my ass. I sucked hungrily and hard on his cock and jumped in my bonds when I felt his mouth close over my own long-neglected cock. This was some kind of dream come true. I lay bound in the back of a van, soaring sky high on grass. Nipples clamped, my ass being royally screwed by this beautiful cock, getting my own cock sucked and getting my face fucked all at once. I knew I couldn't last long now and indeed I was the first to cum, spurting another copious load into Host's mouth. I grunted, moaned, writhed on Friend's cock up my ass. My body couldn't handle all the pleasures and pains. I tugged and pulled at my bonds, my legs swung wildly in the straps. I wanted to be both fully impaled on Friend's cock and my cock fully buried in Host's mouth. Finally, I just held my body still and let them complete their debauchery of me while managing to keep Host's cock deep in my mouth, giving him one hell of a hummer. Delightfully, Friend kept thrusting hard into my spasming asshole as I came forcing out two or three extra spurts. I think my ass finally got to Friend as he roared loudly, his cock swelled up in my ass and then burst forth what seemed like a river of cum in my bowels. He drove his cock deep inside me so I could feel every inch throb and twitch as he emptied his load. All of this got to Host, who reached back between his legs to hold my face as he pumped his load into my mouth. I wasn't sure I could take it in this position, but I managed not to gag as his smallish cock shot several spurts into my throat. I swallowed and sucked feverishly until he pulled his wilting cock from my mouth. Friend was still hard in my ass, though clearly coming down. He made a few gentle strokes and then rubbed my perineum as he slowly withdrew his spent cock. I felt empty but sated as I lay there. Both of them helped take off the nipple clamps and then comforted me at the rush of pain. My poor abused nipples were almost purple. My asshole hurt soooo good from the treatment it had received. I felt like I had spent the day impaled on a fence post. They helped me out of the bonds and rubbed me all over to relieve my aches and pains and stiffness. Host had some water which I greedily gulped. I sat in the back, my head cradled in Friend's lap, stroking that beautiful cock that had so amazing ravished my ass all afternoon while Host drove us back to the bookstore to get my car. They must have helped me into my clothes and then into my car, because the next thing I remember is waking up behind the wheel. I heard voices and looked up to see some people going into the bookstore. I'm not sure how long I had been out, it was getting dark. I remembered leaving the house that morning at about 9, it was now close to 6. As I drove home, I began to wonder if I had dreamt or hallucinated all of this. That was when I felt the cum oozing out of my ass and I knew it had been a fantasy come true. Although I was stiff and sore, I was still horny when I got home. I surrendered to my base instincts of loving something up my ass again that night as I gently fucked myself with a dildo until I shot one more feeble load before falling into a sexually exhausted slumber. I never met up with Host or Friend again. All to soon, the AIDS epidemic was on us and that frightened all my bi-sexual tendencies out of me for a long while. Since then, I have made do with toys, movies, stories and my wonderful memories of the joys of taking a cock up my ass. Gloryhole Again I am still new to the adult bookstore scene but since I have had the chance to suck a cock I have been craving more. The other day I went into one of Atlanta's local stores and was really disappointed when I went to the video booths and there was no one in any of them. I decided to kill a little time and check out the video rentals and see if someone would head back to the booths. I kept browsing the movies hoping to make eye contact with someone. I waited for about ten minutes and still didn't see anyone headed that direction when I noticed a 50ish white male paying for some videos at the cash register making eye contact with me. I thought maybe he would want to hook up but he paid and left the building. I went back to browsing the shelves when I noticed him come back in the door and head straight to the video booths. I followed behind him and saw the door closing on the next to last booth in the arcade. I made my way down the hall and quickly slipped into the booth, sat down and fed some money into the machine. As I was selecting a movie to watch I looked through the glory hole and saw that he was standing up with his dick out gently stroking himself to an erection. I was really nervous about this but I knew that I had to try this cock sucking again so I reached up and touched the hole with my finger signaling him to slide his dick to me. He did not waste any time and I immediately reached out and took his hard dick in my hand. My dick is very average in size at 6 inches but his seemed to be huge as he had to have been a good 8 inches long and very thick. I continued to stroke him as I knelt down on my knees and gently took him into my mouth. I sucked him as hard as I could and made my mouth as wet as possible so that I could give him a wet and sloppy blowjob. I bobbed my head up and down on him taking as much as I could into my mouth and using my tongue to give him as much pleasure as possible. I was enjoying this as much as him. He began rocking his hips back and forth in a gentle fucking motion. Here I am on my knees in a video booth sucking this huge dick of a total stranger and I know that I was getting as much pleasure as he was. I know that my technique had improved over my first blowjob. After about five minutes of hard sucking he started fucking my mouth with a faster speed as his climax was starting to build. All of a sudden somebody banged on the door and yelled for us to feed more money into the video arcade. He pulled his dick out of the hole and I was afraid that he was leaving but he fumbled for some more bills to feed the machine and I fed more into mine. Once the movies started again he wasted no time in slipping that big dick back through the glory hole and I quickly dropped back down on my knees and took him in my hand and began sucking him again. My mouth was full as I moved up and down his dick. Every time I pulled off I swirled my tongue under the head and sucked the head as hard as I could. I could feel his dick getting bigger in my mouth and then shoved his dick hard into my mouth so his head was at the back of my throat and started shooting stream after stream of cum into my mouth. It was more cum than I had expected but I continued to suck as hard as I could and swallowed every drop. As his dick softened I gently cleaned him up with my tongue and he pulled out and I got up and headed out of the booth. Before I could get out of the arcade area he came out of his booth and told me that was one of the best blowjobs he had ever had in his life. I honestly did not know what to say. He then told me as I was walking away that I had a great looking ass and he wished that we had a place that we could go because he would love to fuck me. I was not ready to take that step yet so I told him maybe next time. Hopefully one day I will get to feel another mans cock up my ass again. Gloryhole Blowjobs My only other sexual contact with another man happened back in 1985 before I got married. Ever since then I have gone through periods where I really wanted to experiment with another man again. I wrote about it several years ago so check it out too if you have a chance. A couple of months ago I started going into one of the local Atlanta XXX bookstores and watching video in the private booths while I jacked off. One day on about my third visit I noticed that someone was watching me as I jerked through the glory hole. It was quite a turn on as I came quickly while he was watching and then I got up and left for the day. The next time that I went I began my routine and noticed that a finger was gently circling the hole in the wall. I hesitated for a minute and the decided to go for it and stood up and stuck my dick through the hole into a very eager mouth. This guy was good. He worked his tongue all over my dick with a passion that I have never experienced before. It did not take long before I was pumping my self into the wall as he sucked me dry. I quickly cleaned up and left. The next time that I meant the place was not very crowded at all so I settled in and fed a $5 bill into the machine and started watching a flick. Soon my dick was out of my pants and I was stroking away as I heard someone enter the booth next to me. I did not pay a lot of attention to him, as it appeared that he was feeding the machine to watch a movie as well. As I continued stroking myself I noticed a movement by the glory hole and initially thought it was a finger signaling me for another blowjob. Well it was not a finger but the head of this guys dick right at the edge of the hole. All of a sudden he thrust his dick all the way into the hole. I honestly sat there not knowing what to think or do. After a minute he withdrew his dick and I leaned forward and saw that he was stroking it and he suddenly stuck it through the hole again. This time I thought it is now or never. I reached up and took his dick in my hand and started stroking it. It was maybe six or seven inches long and much thicker at the base than at the head and had a big upward curve to it. I really was not planning to do this except in my fantasies but all of a sudden I decided that I wanted to taste this strangers dick. While still holding it in my hand I moved closer to it and opened my mouth and let my tongue touch the tip of it. He twitched when he felt this and I swirled my tongue around the head and then took him into my mouth. I started sucking him as best as I know how by working my tongue all around the head of his dick while taking him as deep as I could. I know that my blowjob must have been amateurish but he seemed to be enjoying it because he started pumping his hips to fuck in and out of my mouth. My hand found its way back down to my super hard dick and began stroking faster as he pumped in and out of my mouth faster. Suddenly I came all over the floor of the booth in a powerful orgasm. I could tell by his motions that he was fixing to cum so I quit sucking and started jerking him until he blew a load all over my hand. Once he was finished I cleaned myself up and got up and left without looking back. About a week later I went back to the bookstore again and settled in to watch the movies. I quickly took notice of the guy in the booth next to me. His pants were unzipped and he was stroking his dick while watching the movie. His hand was hiding his dick and I could not get a view of it at all so I decided to run my finger around the hole and see what would happen. After a couple of tries the guy stood up and moved toward the wall with his dick leading the way. He stuck it through the hole and I reached up and took hold of it. It was smaller than my own dick. It couldn't have been more than 5" long but the head was glistening with precum from where he had been stroking himself. I leaned forward and gently touch the tip with my tongue and started swirling my tongue around the head. Then I took him into my mouth and began to bob my mouth up and down while sucking him. I know that he was smaller than a lot of guys but it felt good to me to be able to take his entire dick in my mouth. I know he was enjoying it because he started rocking his hips like he was fucking my face. All of a sudden he pulled out before he came and shot his load on the floor of his booth. He quickly stuffed his member in his jeans and left. I sat back to watch the movie wishing that he would have cum in my mouth. About two minutes later I heard someone enter the booth next to me again and lock the door. I leaned up in my seat hoping to get a glance of the guy's dick. The guy had not put any money in the machine and I could not tell anything about him so I just sat back to start watching my video again. Just as I began stroking my own dick the guy next door fed his dick through the glory hole. It was about eight inches long and apparently belonged to a light skinned black man. It was so inviting that I reached out and wrapped my hand around it and started jerking him off. The head was dripping precum as I worked my hand up and down his beautiful dick. I moved out of my chair and positioned myself on my knees so that I could see eye to eye with this dick. While still stroking him with my right hand I took the head of his dick into my mouth and ran my tongue in circles around the head. This guy was getting close so I took as much of him into my mouth as I could without gagging. I was bobbing up and down as fast as I could on his dick. Every time I pulled back off of him I ran my tongue around the head. Then I would plunge back onto him and suck hard on his dick as I pulled off again. I know that I was still a very inexperienced cocksucker but he seemed to be enjoying my effort. He was working his hips in perfect concert to my mouth when I felt him tense up and begin to shoot his thick cum in my mouth. I had never tasted cum before but I swallowed every drop and licked his dick clean until it softened in my mouth. When he finally pulled out he leaned over and said "thanks" before zipping up and leaving. I sat back down in my chair and quickly jerked my dick until I shot my load all over the floor. I zipped up and left wonder what would happen the next time I came back. Gloryhole Contrasts The local bathhouse remains the overwhelming focus of my getting off with other men, however, the attractions of an adult bookstore gloryhole remain undeniable. Including enjoying the large variety of video porn, especially straight and bi, turning me on as, even if the visit doesn't lead to playing addictively hot gloryhole games with another man. Purely homoerotic work is not really my taste, though gay sex itself can be fantastically arousing. All my glory hole experiences have been at porn shops or theaters, meaning that even when the other side is unoccupied, I often get off on the variety of porn on the screen. Getting turned on and orgasming watching porn reaches way back to my sexual beginnings, looking at another man's stiff rod while stroking my own. Knowing in turn he would look, making us both hornier, until we both came, gaze focussed on each other's cocks. That best friend and I jacked off together over several years, starting with getting hard to Playboy and Penthouse, later getting off to the more explicitly raunchy rawness of Hustler. We read and looked at pictures both, knowing that we would be cumming soon, opening our pants and touching our almost unbearably horny cocks. Sometimes, we would share a picture, a subtle way to focus our attention, ever more often leading to cumming together, often looking at the other one while stroking, to experience real orgasm while watching another turned on cock at the same time. When he found some newsprint printed B&W hardcore porn (dimly remembered with the title 'Hump'), our sessions started to become even more intense, as he shared the joys of Vaseline lotion spread along a rigid shaft as a fist moved so good up and down along the sensitive surface in the late summer, hidden within still uncut woods, near the channel running along the lowest part of the forest floor, quite out of sight. That almost homemade magazine was a revelation, very hardcore. Truly amateur in the best sense, of people enjoying what they were doing, particularly including the fact that they seemed to be truly getting off in the pictures, pussy sloppy and spread, cocks in glorious erection, something never shown in the mass market magazines of the time. The stories seemed to share that same attribute, including a story about a wife fucking screwdrivers in her husband's tool box, then getting 'caught' doing it another time, and using him to fill another needs as she got off with him too, pussy hot and horny. Before discovering the irresistible sexiness of hardcore porn, we could have easily already shared more than a hundred orgasms, though never touching. Looking at the fucking and sucking so clearly displayed on the pages, it became even easier to watch each other openly, enjoying the changes in the other's breathing or expression, watching the changes occurring as we became so aroused. Watching each other had by this point become an integral part of the shared sessions, especially when we came together, looking at the other's pumping orgasm. Sharing a magazine was still the starting point of our sessions, though after a couple of years of jacking off, we were already getting hard and opening our pants before even looking at more than whatever picture was on the first page, as the minimal binding was gone by now, the pages simply folded over one another, in different sections, often reshuffled in sections.. We were always hard before opening the bottle, and the effect of the lotion's cool slipperiness on our erect dicks was always incredible. Sometimes, we would wait until we each had poured the lotion into our hands, and start spreading it along our shafts at the same time, the sensation overwhelming any sense of privacy or shame we may have had left at that point. Not to mention the erotic thrill of seeing another turned on person playing with themselves, especially when one of us would start first, letting the other one get even hornier before starting to jack off also, unable to stop. We both knew what each side of that game felt like, and loved playing it with each other. I was getting off with men (there more than a few threesome sessions) before ever cumming with a woman. Porn goes way back into my sexual roots, and a video booth gloryhole is just a logical extension, with its own purely cock centered pleasures. Going into the familiar porn booth section of the local gloryhole, which now has two gloryholes, the original, standalone glory hole booths were occupied. Stepping closer, I could hear panting of a familiar sort, along with the sound of a body pressing and moving against a wall. It was easy to imagine what was going on behind the closed doors, making my stomach feel a familiar mix of tingling hollowness, cock growing harder along my jeans covered thigh. A thumping rhythm began to mix with barely restrained moans, and the feeling of my hand sliding along the outside of my jeans over my lengthening shaft kept me standing there, looking at the covers of the porn flicks playing inside, knowing that as soon as a man left, his place would be taken. A door did open behind me after a bit, and hearing the outer door to the hallway open, I quickly turned to go inside, noticing that the slider was still open a bit. Closing the slider completely, I took out my supplies - coins, condoms, a not so little brown bottle. Opening my pants, feeding coins into the slot above the selector pad, I started going through the porn, stroking my half hard cock. I reached my left hand over to the slider's tab, opening it a bit. My cock was growing harder, though I hadn't really looked at the porn. A moment after doing that, a finger curled around the smooth metal end, slowly moving the slider completely out of the way. Bending my body, I felt an erotic thrill to see a sitting man, pants down, legs spread, his cock as hard as mine. We were both ready and wanting, and just seeing another hard cock was an integral part of the experience, making both of us hotter. This speed, when it occurs, is part of what makes a gloryhole so wonderful - even a bathhouse can't match it, in practical terms. His hand reached through, fingers beginning to lightly stroke along my thigh, making me stroke my cock harder, pushing it downwards a bit, knowing that this position made it much easier for him to see the results of his touching. Results he could also feel, as my legs spread wider to allow his hand more chance to roam over my sensitive skin. He spread his fingers, palm lightly rubbing along my hairy balls. He reversed the motion, and I felt his thumb began to wander through my curly bush, the anticipation making me pump my shaft more quickly. It was impossible not to look down when he closed his hand along the root of my cock, the sight and sensation almost making me cum in a wave of pleasure, a very tempting thought that became even closer to reality as he began to slide his hand up my shaft, finally covering my own stroking fingers, slowing me. I lifted my hand off my cock, then after a moment of pure bliss as he stroked my cock, making it difficult to remember anything, I reached for a condom, the distraction just sufficient to keep from going over the edge as he began to jack me off. Twisting a bit, it was possible to again look into his booth, and see his hard cock. Clearly, he had gotten the other man off by sucking him, without getting off in turn. A possibility likely to reverse, as the wonderfully enticing idea of sucking him off kept growing within me as he stroked. Cock sucking is quite addictive, a non-secret among all male cocksuckers, at least. In this setting, it would likely be no problem to tempt him into my willing mouth, kneeling in front of the opening, undoubtedly playing with myself at the same time, totally turned-on. Somehow, cocksucking is best done kneeling when doing the sucking, and when getting sucked, having someone on their knees while standing as they go down on you is really hot, adding to the helpless pleasure cocksucking always brings. The gloryhole itself has been enlarged over the last couple of years, meaning that my left hand could reach through even as he kept playing with my cock. My fingers trailed along his arm, then down across his pubic area, nicely unshaved. His hand's motion slowed, just more confirmation of how easy it would be to lead him along the path leading to his hard cock in my wetly sucking mouth. Moving lightly down his right thigh, my fingers curled under his balls, my wrist rubbing along his erect shaft. Grasping them gently, pulling them towards me, a more than subtle hint that he should stand, letting his erect rod come through the opening. Less subtle was my own twisting motion from the bench, shifting position to be in front of the opening, lips already open. My left hand moved from his balls to his uncut cockhead, adding a bit more emphasis to what I wanted him to do. His own stroking of my turned on shaft had pretty much ended, though his hand remained grasped around my cock until I began to go to my knees, placing myself in the proper position to take his cock past my tingling teeth and waiting lips. The condom wrapper was easy to open, putting it on simple as my hand guided his cock through the gloryhole, knowing that he was in my total control, unrolling the condom as my lips followed it down his length. He quickly pressed against the wall, unable to resist my desire and is own clearly unreleased horniness, letting me sucking him deeper, my right hand stroking my aroused cock as he filled my turned on mouth, starting to fuck it with a gentle but insistent rhythm. I began to move my head back and forth to increase the total amount of contact, from the now flared cock head to as deep as I could manage - which was not quite to the base of his cock, but still quite far. Of course he was getting off on my cocksucking, just like he had gotten the man before me off - having stood outside, listening, knowing he had gotten off the same way I was now, while my desire to be as good as he had been kept growing, wanting to feel his cock pump its cum so good. Soon, my sucking became sloppier and louder, though he certainly didn't care, pressing himself against the unyielding wall, my face meeting him as his hips moved, spreading my knees on the floor, feeling totally slutty in front of a hot cock wanting to be sucked. Surprisingly, after a couple of minutes, he pulled back. Though able to suck him back without breaking contact, clearly, he had other plans than letting my swirling tongue and pressing lips make him cum. After his third or fourth attempt at breaking free from my continued cocksucking, he finally escaped my hungry mouth, moving to the far corner of the booth, in perfect view. He quickly took off the condom, beginning to pump his fist along his length, clearly showing off his sexy cock. The view was enrapturing, making me stroke myself slowly but intensely, knowing that soon, he was going to cum in full view. This was the sort of session I hadn't able to even imagine when cumming with my friend decades ago, though now such events are a more than occasional part of my sexual experiences. Settling back in the padded bench with its perfectly separated armrests, my thighs spread open, knowing he could openly see how much he was turning me on, playing with myself while watching him go beyond any chance of stopping. He settled a bit lower, his hips beginning to thrust as his cock swelled in his grip, its enticing presence still remembered in my mouth, which opened slightly with the thought of sucking him again, thankfully something he could not see, as such complete sluttiness can be embarrassing, even after it is recognized. Because by this point, if he had put his cock back through, I would have been helpless against the desire to take into my mouth, especially without a condom covering it. His left hand, slightly cupped, moved near his swelled cock, making it clear that his orgasm was very near at hand. An orgasm which I had undeniably been a part of, almost making me cum as I saw the white fluid pumping out of his sexy, already glistening cock slit. His pace slowed, still swaying in pure male satisfaction. A moment later, he reached down, closing the slider on his side. This abruptness is also part of how gloryholes work, part of the single minded framework of focussed sexual contact they provide. I turned to the porn, flipping through various channels, my cock now half erect after having almost cum at least 3 time in the last quarter hour or so,. The sounds from the door opening as he left were obvious. And quickly followed by it being closed and locked just seconds later. I heard the sound of a zipper, then the distinctive tone of coins going into the machine as porn began playing, providing a bit of audio to cover the sound of his unzipping his pants. After waiting for what seemed a too long moment in my aroused state, I slid the metal door a bit, seeing a man sitting down, with his pants already open, his hand rubbing his crotch. After moving the slider out of the way, my left hand reached down between his thighs, my cock hardening in my hand again as I began playing with another stranger. After stroking him erect, playing him perfectly under my wanting grasp, he began arching his back, positioning his cock for me to play with, a glorious match to my own desires. His cock was quite small, among the smallest I have ever enjoyed, though I have rarely felt one so completely hard, a real compliment to my manual skills. Most definitely true in my turned on state, because it was extremely obvious he was really turned on, just like me. He shifted much the same way I had previously, positioning himself in front of the opening in essentially the same way I had before, with the same obvious sexual intent. Standing, legs bare, cock quivering, I reached for another condom, passing it to him, still having said nothing till now. He was able to open the condom wrapper easily enough, but the way he pulled the latex open with both hands was unusual, making it quite wide, though no problem as I moved my cock forward, feeling the stretched latex begin to cover my wanting cockhead, followed by the warmly sensual sensation of his mouth covering my willing skin under the thin latex. Already starting to sink helplessly in the addictive haze of a stranger's cock sucking, I now reached for the brown bottle of Jungle Juice, barely in time, starting to move closer to the wall, his lips leading me on into a garden of truly earthly delights. His skill at cocksucking became immediately apparent, making me unable to stop my body from moving ever nearer to the wall, leaving barely enough space to hold the bottle with my left arm across my chest. The distraction provided by a stranger on his knees, taking me deeper into his mouth as my cock slid past his perfectly spaced lips, almost made me forget the poppers in hand as my hips kept moving, giving him the opportunity to begin a slow rhythm which I couldn't possibly resist. Finally opening the bottle, turning my head and taking a deep hit, I quickly screwed the top back on, followed by placing the bottle back where it had stood, removing any concerns about spilling it, as the fluid can be quite nasty in a number of ways when not treated carefully. The pure sexual rush of totally animal sluttiness began to spread through my being, my stiff cock responding to the sensation by thrusting into the hot cocksucker's mouth already surrounding my jutting erection. A cocksucker who responded perfectly to my desire, his fingers circling my rod at its base, changing the tension in a way that made his tongue joining the action another glorious step on an unstoppable path that I was gladly following as his oral skills left me unable to control my desires to have a man make me cum. My cheek against the wall, still holding my breath, I felt his other hand slide through the hair at the bottom of my sack, his fingers beginning to lightly stroke my balls, starting to tug me further down, resulting in my knees flexing to position myself at the correct angle for him to suck me off. Breathing out, cock moving back and forth, my pubic region increasingly pressing against the glory hole as his mouth swallowed my shaft deeply, grinding back most unwillingly, then starting again, I felt the dominant power caused by ramming my rod deeper into the hot suction of his mouth. Slutty sounds started to spill from me, growled moans, followed by words - 'Suck me ... cocksucker ... hot cock .. hot .. suck .. yeah .. oh yeah ,,, fuck yeah .. my sexy .. cock .. sucker.' With my full body hitting the unyielding surface, my cock forced to the other side, it became the total focus of my being. Poppers have always had the most effect for me while getting sucked off - both my cock and the mouth that envelops it seem to unstoppably grow in size, while simultaneously everything shrinks down to an exquisite combination of external and internal infinity surrounding me in perfect sexual bliss. A bliss that again overwhelmed any inhibitions, resulting in my cock pumping through the glory hole, full of hot cum released in an abandoned orgasm, moaning incoherently, hearing the sound of his sucking, his fingers pressing down at the root of my cock, a finger now sliding along my ass, making me louder as he continued to move his supple tongue along my covered and still cumming cockhead. His mouth continued pleasuring me with its warm wet tightness as the waves of ecstasy slowly receded, making me reluctant to withdraw even as my cock continued to shrink. But finally, completely satisfied, I closed the slider, took off the filled condom, and quickly cleaned up. Leaving the booth, I saw a man standing with his back towards me, at the same place I had been when waiting to go in the video booth, and it didn't take more than a few seconds before the door closed behind me as he entered the paradise of immediate sexual contact I was leaving. Gloryhole Employee It had been about a month before the holidays when I lost my job. I had a family to take care of and a wife to answer to. I knew we'd be okay, but I was still trying to figure out what to do. The job market was extremely thin and I wasn't sure where to turn. After packing up my desk and loading up my car, I decided to stop at a bar for a drink. I needed some time to think about how I was going to break this to my wife. 3-4 beers and about an hour later, I still had nothing. I picked myself up and started walking out to my car. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a XXX Bookstore with bright neon lights and an "OPEN" sign. Trying to avoid going home, I turned and walked towards the store. Upon entering I found a typical adult store layout. The sign on the front said something about video booths and had quotes around the word "video." As soon as I entered, the employee standing at the counter made eye contact with me and nodded, clearly acknowledging me and presumably sizing me up. I was sure a lot of these places had skeezy customers and the workers had to be careful and observant. I walked around the store for a few minutes, browsing the porn dvds on the shelves and looking through the assortment of toys. When I got to the dildos, I stopped and looked through them for a bit. I had never been gay or attracted to men, but I did have a few random hookups with guys in college. I was very happily married to my wife, and was extremely attracted to women. My relationship had always been close with my wife and we often told each other everything. My random college hookups however, was something that I was taking to my grave. It was a conversation that I didn't need to have and I personally didn't have any concerns with it. I knew I wasn't gay and just found myself exploring because I liked being sexual. Looking over the dildos, I began to be amazed at the many different sizes, textures and colors. I really thought it was amazing at how the sex toy industry was booming. There had to be tons of money being made. Of course... I was extremely jealous. I continued walking through the aisles, when I reached the back half of the store and saw a line of about 4 to 5 men standing outside a booth. I stood off to the side for a moment, when the door opened and out walked a man zipping up his pants and tucking in his shirt. He began walking over to the front counter and the next man in line walked into the booth and closed the door. As the man finished tucking in his shirt and approached the counter, I heard him say quietly to the employee... "This one was just okay." Not having any idea what he was talking about, I headed over to the counter as soon as the man left the store. "Excuse me... What is going on back there?" "Are you a cop?" "No, I just am wondering why there is a line to get into that booth, when there are empty booths on the other side." The employee leaned a little closer and whispered to me now. "You can get your dick sucked in there for a very fair price." Being surprised at that answer, I raised my eyebrows and made a small smirk in an embarrassed manner. "Who pays whom in there?" "We hire workers to perform the service and the customers insert money through a dispenser in the wall. It's only $20 bucks... We think it's very fair." "Oh, well that does sound very inexpensive." After the beers and walking around the store, I was very horny, but never could cheat on my wife like that. I quickly washed the image of purchasing a blowjob from my head. Besides, I didn't have extra money to spend on something like that. "How much do the person performing the job get?" "Well, we typically give them $5 for each one... But from what I understand, tips can be very good." The idea of being able to pull in money like that did sound very exciting. The fact that it all would be off the books sounded even better. I suppose if you knew what you were doing, you could really make some good tips. "I would wait til next week to get one if I were you. We are about to fire the guy in there now. Have had some terrible comments on him." "Oh, well... I wasn't going to get one. I was just curious about it. Sounds like real good money." "Yep... Well, let me know if you have any friends interested in a job." A lightbulb went off in my head and for a second I started to think about jumping at this opportunity. I had sucked on dicks a bunch of times when I was younger and didn't find it that bad. If I could turn that into cash, which I could then use to support my family, I couldn't really think of a drawback. "Maybe... I could apply for the job?" "You? You don't look like someone who would want to do something like this." I was still wearing my suit, having just loosened my tie a bit. "I actually lost my job today and need to find something." "I'll tell you what... He's got a lunch break in a few minutes, how about you try it out for an hour and if you aren't any good, it won't hurt anyone." "That sounds like a fair idea." On that, the man behind the counter waved me around the side of the counter and asked me to follow him in the back. He knocked on a door and spoke to the individual inside. As I stood there, a man came out, wiping his mouth and taking a drink of water. "You a new guy?" "Well, sort of just giving it a try." "Whatever... But, let me give you a tip. Just gobble up all that shit. A lot easier than having to wipe off between each one." The store employee told me to go into the booth and then started to explain how it worked. "You can sit on this stool or just kneel down on this pad here. The man will press a button on his side, the red light here will light up and you will push the slot drawer to his side. He will then put his money into the slot and push it through to your side. Make sure you take it out and count $20 before doing anything. Once you have it all, pull the handle and open the hole. As soon as you do that, the guy on the other side will stick his cock through the hole. Anything that happens next is on you. We have our money already, so it's on you to get any tip you can. You got it?" "Yeah... I think so." As I acknowledged his instructions, he walked out and closed the door behind me. I walked over to the hole in the wall and pulled the bench in front of it. Before sitting down I pulled my jacket off, folded it and placed it next to me on the floor. When I looked up, I noticed that the red light was glowing brightly. I pushed the slot over to the other side and within a few seconds, it came back to me. I looked in and saw a folded up $20 bill. I pulled out the bill and placed it into a box on the floor to my right. I then leaned back up and pulled the handle to open up the hole in the wall. I heard a bit of rustling on the other side of the wall and slowly a small, soft cock came towards me. The dick wasn't anything big, but it did seem thick and clearly belonged to a somewhat chubby white man. "Give me a good sucking baby and I'll take care of you." I didn't respond back, but instead leaned in towards the wall and started licking the tip of the man's cock. Because it wasn't very long, I knew it wouldn't be very difficult to suck on his entire cock. As I put my mouth around his head, the dick got harder very, very quickly. It couldn't be more than a few seconds when I began feeling warm cum shoot into my mouth. I remembered what the other guy had told me and decided to stay where I was. He must have shot 4-5 bit spurts into my mouth when i felt him pull his cock out and back through to his side. I leaned back on my bench and realized I had a mouth full of his hot cum. I looked around, but didn't see a towel close by, so I began slowly swallowing the cum in my mouth. When I got it all down, I looked back to the wall and saw that the man had slipped another $20 through the hole, which fell to the floor right in front of me. I reached up, pushed the handle closed, I picked up the tip from the floor. That is all I have to do for $25? That took less than a minute, and the cum didn't taste all that bad. On that note, the red light lit up again. I pushed the money slot through to the other side and again, a second later it came back to me. I pulled the money out of the slot and pulled the handle back on the wall. When the hole opened up, a hard, thick black cock came through into my booth. I looked it over nervously and placed my hand around the shaft. My hand barely covered half of the cock and I knew the dick needed to be about 8-9" in length. I began stroking the shaft up and down keeping a very gentle grip as I went back and forth. I often liked to let my own cock enter my hand as if it was a pussy and just make soft contact with my palm. I figured that this guy would probably like the same. As I went up and down, I began licking my lips and leaned in closer. I wrapped my mouth around the big black head and sucked on it like I was enjoying an ice pop on a warm day. I reached up with my other hand and wrapped both around the shaft now as I rotated my head around the black dick. I worked like this for what seemed like 20-30 minutes, taking breaks every so often to lick around his head and shaft and to catch my breadth. It felt like another 5 or 10 minutes passed by as I continued stroking the cock with both of my hands and rotating my head and licking his cock, when I heard a knock at the door and the store employee opened it a bit. "How is everything going in here?" I leaned back and turned to acknowledge that I was fine, and started to turn to get back to work. The employee stayed there with the door open watching me and rubbing himself over his pants. Moments later, I head a moan come from the other side and enormous globs of cum came shooting out of his swollen cock head. The first two squirts covered my forehead and face, making it hard for me to see. I quickly leaned in and wrapped my mouth around the cock to try and catch the cum. 4 to 5 more huge globs of cum coated my mouth, quickly filling it, causing me to lean back and choke a little. As I did, about half of the cum in my mouth began to drip out, leaking onto my chin and neck. The man pulled his cock through the hole and I lifted my right hand to try and wipe some of the cum. "That was fucking hot. He gave you a nice messy facial." I turned back to see the employee standing there holding his cock through his pants fly. "It seems like you may just have what it takes. Crawl over here and let me see for myself." I lifted my hand to my face again with the intention of wiping more of the cum off. "No, no baby... Leave that nice messy black cum right where it is." I got onto my hands and knees now and crawled over to where the man was standing by the door. "Are you going to close the door and come in?" "No, I need to watch the front... Besides, we will be fine." As he said that, he lifted his hard cock to my face and began rubbing it around the cum that I was covered with. "Oh, that feels real fucking good. Here... Take this in your mouth and give me what you just gave that customer." I opened my mouth and took his cock inside. I tasted the previous man's cum on it made sucking his dick slippery and slimey. "Let's see how deep you can get it in your mouth." I leaned in closer to him, taking his cock into the back of my mouth and finally into my throat. I began coughing after a second or two could feel the man's hands on the back of my head. "Yeah, that's it... Take it all." I coughed again and the man released his hands from my head. A second later he thrusted his cock forward again and put his hands on the back of my head. As he did this, I felt his cum shoot out and spray into the back of my throat and down my throat. I couched again, choking a little, but the man held onto my head. "Oh, fuck... Fuck... Yeah... Take all that fucking cum." I continued choking on his cum, until he finally let go of my head and stepped back. My mouth was empty as all of his cum was shot down into my belly. His cock was now getting soft and limp, but still cummy and slimey. "You are real good... You are a natural. The job is yours if you want it." I smiled, licked my lips and stood up to shake the man's hand. I picked up my sports coat and couldn't wait to tell my wife that I got a job that would pay me more money.