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[Inspired by real events, and real individuals, it's still largely 'fictional' as far as people, times, and places. But I dedicate it particularly to swallow4u! Enjoy!]
Dean and I had first come across one another through a web-site dedicated to networking glory holes all across the country, and we'd almost met up twice, but each time he had to cancel for various reasons (the first time had been a bad winter storm). He'd had to cancel two other times after that, and I began to get a little frustrated it. After that we hadn't been in contact at all, and I figured that nothing was ever really going to 'come of it' (pun intended, of course), and then one morning, from out of the blue, I found an email notice saying that someone had contacted me through that glory hole networking site; and when I opened it, it was from Dean!
He started out by apologizing for not having been in contact for so long, but, that things had changed in his life over the intervening ten months, or so, and he was hoping I was still interested in getting together with him for some glory hole fun. I felt a thrill start to course through my groin area as I read those last words---and I sent him a reply stating that I was 'very interested' in that!
The next step was to find a day and a time to meet up. He lived in a small town almost exactly an hours drive south of where I lived. I didn't really like small towns like the one lived in (too many rednecks, etc.), but I really wanted a blow job, and, as my father used to say: 'A stiff dick has no conscience.' What my father had been referring to was pussy, and he would have been less than thrilled to know that his only son had grown up to be something of a fag (or, at least that's likely how he would have defined me), but the comment was certainly very true; and the idea of Dean sucking my cock (and swallowing my load of cum) did indeed make my cock stiff!
He told me that he had a new job, and that getting together like that would be complicated by his hours. But, once every other weekend (either Saturday, or Sunday), he'd be home. So we worked the best time for him, and that was that.
The Saturday I drove down there was a cold, but bright and sunny, late January. The further south I drove, the more excited and antsy I became; but that was really part of what I loved about glory hole experiences---the initial uncertainty and nervous excitement; and that day proved to be no different from the others I'd known in that regard!
Google Maps led me right to the very street and house where Dean lived. He'd said in our last exchange that I'd know the right house because of several big, full-dress Harley's, would be in the front drive way; and as I got closer, sure enough, I saw the bikes setting there, leaning on their kick-stands, and gleaming in the Winter sunlight.
Dean had said to park out front and come around to the north side of the attached garage and come on in through the only side door, and that he'd be there, waiting. I parked and was soon opening the door he had indicated, and then closed the door behind me. The garage smelled a little of motor oil and gasoline, and a work bench to one side of the door I'd walked through was strewn with wrenches, and all sorts of other miscellaneous motorcycle engine parts.
As I was noticing this, a voice said: "Hey, buddy! I'm glad you could make it!" It was Dean, speaking from behind a large blue plastic tarp, which had a hole of about three inches in diameter cut about two and a half, to three feet above the floor.
"You ready for one helluva blow job?" Dean added with slight chuckle.
"I sure am!" I replied, feeling my heart pounding harder now that I was there.
"Then get that dick out and let me have it, man! I'm THIRSTY!!"
I hurriedly undid my belt, and then unzipped my zipper. My hands were shaking slightly from nervousness and anticipation, and as I shuffled up closer to where the glory hole was, I could see him peaking out up at me. From the brief glimpsed I gleaned, I could tell he had a big, full beard, flecked mainly in grey. His mustache was of the Santa Claus variety, and with a yellowish tint, the telltale signs of a cigarette smoker. As I stood close to the plastic tarp, he reached out and grabbed me by the balls. It momentarily surprised me.
"That's a nice cock ya got there," he said. "Looks bigger than the picture you sent me."
I didn't say anything to that.
As he was fondling my balls, I could see a little bit more of his physical appearance. He had large hands with thick fingers. His finger nails were indicative of someone who worked on greasy car and motorcycle engines, but I didn't care. His hands were the least of my interest at that moment!
He tugged on my balls, and I stepped closer, and as I did, his hand let go and I inserted my cock and balls through the round hole.
"That's a fucking great looking cock, man! Mmmm. I'm gonna enjoy this!" I felt my cock stiffen as he said that, and true to his word, he took my cock into his mouth; and as he did, I could feel his mustache brushing against my abdomen as he pumped him mouth over the length of my cock shaft; and as he did, I couldn't help but respond with a long, and very heartfelt low moan of pleasure. At that moment, the hour long drive, the nervousness, and uncertainty I'd felt, evaporated, and I stood there with my cock in Deans mouth and just let him take it from there!
He was a good cocksucker. He'd work it really vigorously for a few moments, and as he did, I'd start to get close to ejaculating my load, but then, just as I starting to feel that unmistakable sensation of an impending orgasm---he's stop for a moment or so!
"Oh, mother-FUCKER that's a nice goddamn cock ya got there! MM! MM! MMMM!!! I love it!"
Hearing him saying those things added to the excitement I was already feeling; and I was definitely glad I'd taken that hour to drive down there after all!
He teased the shit out me for quite a while before letting me blow my load---and though it had it's moments of frustration, the frustration itself was also extremely pleasurable! So, by the time I did come, I was more than ready to be rid of it!
"Come for me, buddy," I heard Dean's voice say between sucking my cock. "That's it." Then he's suck my cock for a few seconds, and then say: "Yeah. Give it to me! Give it ALL to me! No holding back."
A moment later, as I felt my orgasm coming on fast, I said as much to him, but he didn't reply. Rather, he kept my cock inside his moist mouth, and when I exploded at last, I could hear (between my own gasps and groans) Dean also moaning as spurt after spurt of my sperm began pumping out, over and over, and over again!
My legs felt shaky as I stood there, my cock inside Dean's eager mouth, and even after I had no more cum left to give up, he didn't stop sucking and slurping! Then, when he did finally let my cock slip out, he said: "Goddamn! That was a fucking HUGE load of cum! Wow. That's exactly what I like! Way to go, buddy! Way. To. Go. Nicely done!"
For a moment, I just stood there, my dick still hanging through the round hole in the plastic tarp, breathing heavily, and feeling that wonderful 'afterglow' of post-orgasm.
"That," I said, speaking through the tarp, " was the best blow job I've EVER HAD! I mean that. Thanks!"
"You're welcome, buddy," Dean said, sounding pleased with how it all had gone. "It helps to have a nice cock to work on! And you got yourself a very nice one! I liked it a lot."
I enjoyed his complimentary words.
I stepped back and began to reach down to pull up my undershorts and jeans, but Dean handed me a box of tissues to clean up with through the hole in the tarp. I took it, thanking him as I did.
"Yes, sir," I heard Dean saying as I wiped my cock, "I definitely wanna get my mouth on that cock again! Mmm. Ya got nice cum, too. I like that. Tasty stuff. Ambrosia, as some would say; and I'd agree with that."
"Thanks," was all I could think to say to that.
"So, now that I know what ya got to offer," Dean said, still behind the blue plastic tarp, "I'd like for you, and I, to make this into a regular sort of thing. What do ya say to that?"
"That sounds good to me," I replied, with all the sincerity I could muster.
"I got me three or four other dudes that drop by here from time to time. Semi-regulars, you might say. But, I'd like for you to be a regular 'regular', if ya know what I mean?"
So, after that crisp, cold January afternoon, I started making an almost regular, weekly, trip down there. I used more gasoline, and spent a bit more money on gasoline that I wouldn't have other wise, but, every time I might think about not going down there, I'd remember how Deans' whiskery fringed mouth made my cock feel, and the fantastic draining he never failed to give!
So don't ever drive by some small, podunk little town, and think that there's nothing to interest you, because there are probably lots, and lot's of Dean's out there thirsting for a load of cum. I'll keep going down to see Dean for as long as the opportunity continues to present itself!
The End
Dean and I had first come across one another through a web-site dedicated to networking glory holes all across the country, and we'd almost met up twice, but each time he had to cancel for various reasons (the first time had been a bad winter storm). He'd had to cancel two other times after that, and I began to get a little frustrated it. After that we hadn't been in contact at all, and I figured that nothing was ever really going to 'come of it' (pun intended, of course), and then one morning, from out of the blue, I found an email notice saying that someone had contacted me through that glory hole networking site; and when I opened it, it was from Dean!
He started out by apologizing for not having been in contact for so long, but, that things had changed in his life over the intervening ten months, or so, and he was hoping I was still interested in getting together with him for some glory hole fun. I felt a thrill start to course through my groin area as I read those last words---and I sent him a reply stating that I was 'very interested' in that!
The next step was to find a day and a time to meet up. He lived in a small town almost exactly an hours drive south of where I lived. I didn't really like small towns like the one lived in (too many rednecks, etc.), but I really wanted a blow job, and, as my father used to say: 'A stiff dick has no conscience.' What my father had been referring to was pussy, and he would have been less than thrilled to know that his only son had grown up to be something of a fag (or, at least that's likely how he would have defined me), but the comment was certainly very true; and the idea of Dean sucking my cock (and swallowing my load of cum) did indeed make my cock stiff!
He told me that he had a new job, and that getting together like that would be complicated by his hours. But, once every other weekend (either Saturday, or Sunday), he'd be home. So we worked the best time for him, and that was that.
The Saturday I drove down there was a cold, but bright and sunny, late January. The further south I drove, the more excited and antsy I became; but that was really part of what I loved about glory hole experiences---the initial uncertainty and nervous excitement; and that day proved to be no different from the others I'd known in that regard!
Google Maps led me right to the very street and house where Dean lived. He'd said in our last exchange that I'd know the right house because of several big, full-dress Harley's, would be in the front drive way; and as I got closer, sure enough, I saw the bikes setting there, leaning on their kick-stands, and gleaming in the Winter sunlight.
Dean had said to park out front and come around to the north side of the attached garage and come on in through the only side door, and that he'd be there, waiting. I parked and was soon opening the door he had indicated, and then closed the door behind me. The garage smelled a little of motor oil and gasoline, and a work bench to one side of the door I'd walked through was strewn with wrenches, and all sorts of other miscellaneous motorcycle engine parts.
As I was noticing this, a voice said: "Hey, buddy! I'm glad you could make it!" It was Dean, speaking from behind a large blue plastic tarp, which had a hole of about three inches in diameter cut about two and a half, to three feet above the floor.
"You ready for one helluva blow job?" Dean added with slight chuckle.
"I sure am!" I replied, feeling my heart pounding harder now that I was there.
"Then get that dick out and let me have it, man! I'm THIRSTY!!"
I hurriedly undid my belt, and then unzipped my zipper. My hands were shaking slightly from nervousness and anticipation, and as I shuffled up closer to where the glory hole was, I could see him peaking out up at me. From the brief glimpsed I gleaned, I could tell he had a big, full beard, flecked mainly in grey. His mustache was of the Santa Claus variety, and with a yellowish tint, the telltale signs of a cigarette smoker. As I stood close to the plastic tarp, he reached out and grabbed me by the balls. It momentarily surprised me.
"That's a nice cock ya got there," he said. "Looks bigger than the picture you sent me."
I didn't say anything to that.
As he was fondling my balls, I could see a little bit more of his physical appearance. He had large hands with thick fingers. His finger nails were indicative of someone who worked on greasy car and motorcycle engines, but I didn't care. His hands were the least of my interest at that moment!
He tugged on my balls, and I stepped closer, and as I did, his hand let go and I inserted my cock and balls through the round hole.
"That's a fucking great looking cock, man! Mmmm. I'm gonna enjoy this!" I felt my cock stiffen as he said that, and true to his word, he took my cock into his mouth; and as he did, I could feel his mustache brushing against my abdomen as he pumped him mouth over the length of my cock shaft; and as he did, I couldn't help but respond with a long, and very heartfelt low moan of pleasure. At that moment, the hour long drive, the nervousness, and uncertainty I'd felt, evaporated, and I stood there with my cock in Deans mouth and just let him take it from there!
He was a good cocksucker. He'd work it really vigorously for a few moments, and as he did, I'd start to get close to ejaculating my load, but then, just as I starting to feel that unmistakable sensation of an impending orgasm---he's stop for a moment or so!
"Oh, mother-FUCKER that's a nice goddamn cock ya got there! MM! MM! MMMM!!! I love it!"
Hearing him saying those things added to the excitement I was already feeling; and I was definitely glad I'd taken that hour to drive down there after all!
He teased the shit out me for quite a while before letting me blow my load---and though it had it's moments of frustration, the frustration itself was also extremely pleasurable! So, by the time I did come, I was more than ready to be rid of it!
"Come for me, buddy," I heard Dean's voice say between sucking my cock. "That's it." Then he's suck my cock for a few seconds, and then say: "Yeah. Give it to me! Give it ALL to me! No holding back."
A moment later, as I felt my orgasm coming on fast, I said as much to him, but he didn't reply. Rather, he kept my cock inside his moist mouth, and when I exploded at last, I could hear (between my own gasps and groans) Dean also moaning as spurt after spurt of my sperm began pumping out, over and over, and over again!
My legs felt shaky as I stood there, my cock inside Dean's eager mouth, and even after I had no more cum left to give up, he didn't stop sucking and slurping! Then, when he did finally let my cock slip out, he said: "Goddamn! That was a fucking HUGE load of cum! Wow. That's exactly what I like! Way to go, buddy! Way. To. Go. Nicely done!"
For a moment, I just stood there, my dick still hanging through the round hole in the plastic tarp, breathing heavily, and feeling that wonderful 'afterglow' of post-orgasm.
"That," I said, speaking through the tarp, " was the best blow job I've EVER HAD! I mean that. Thanks!"
"You're welcome, buddy," Dean said, sounding pleased with how it all had gone. "It helps to have a nice cock to work on! And you got yourself a very nice one! I liked it a lot."
I enjoyed his complimentary words.
I stepped back and began to reach down to pull up my undershorts and jeans, but Dean handed me a box of tissues to clean up with through the hole in the tarp. I took it, thanking him as I did.
"Yes, sir," I heard Dean saying as I wiped my cock, "I definitely wanna get my mouth on that cock again! Mmm. Ya got nice cum, too. I like that. Tasty stuff. Ambrosia, as some would say; and I'd agree with that."
"Thanks," was all I could think to say to that.
"So, now that I know what ya got to offer," Dean said, still behind the blue plastic tarp, "I'd like for you, and I, to make this into a regular sort of thing. What do ya say to that?"
"That sounds good to me," I replied, with all the sincerity I could muster.
"I got me three or four other dudes that drop by here from time to time. Semi-regulars, you might say. But, I'd like for you to be a regular 'regular', if ya know what I mean?"
So, after that crisp, cold January afternoon, I started making an almost regular, weekly, trip down there. I used more gasoline, and spent a bit more money on gasoline that I wouldn't have other wise, but, every time I might think about not going down there, I'd remember how Deans' whiskery fringed mouth made my cock feel, and the fantastic draining he never failed to give!
So don't ever drive by some small, podunk little town, and think that there's nothing to interest you, because there are probably lots, and lot's of Dean's out there thirsting for a load of cum. I'll keep going down to see Dean for as long as the opportunity continues to present itself!
The End
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