Glory Beyond the Hole
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A night, I will always remember.
I had spent the evening with a group of local swingers at a meet and greet. I ended up leaving after most of the group went to the swing club couple’s night. Since I attended that night as a singly, I was not invited to the club.
After all the sexy talk that night, I was all worked up. And I had a hardon that would last for days if not a week. It was a thick six-inch purple ragger, not too impressive, and I had no place to put it.
As I began to drive home, I thought about how it was too early for bed. I had a few drinks, that night. And when I drink, I enjoy expressing myself sexually. With the club restrictions and all, I knew was what I needed an outlet for my pent-up sexual energy. So, I headed South, desperately seeking relief, across the bridge to Portland.
My intentions included jerking off and watch porn at the closest video store. The evening took an unexpected turn when I entered a booth and paid for my porn. Not to participate in anonymous sexual gratification with strangers.
At this particular video store, they sold porn, toys, and miscellaneous sex paraphilia. Past the retail front, there are video privacy booths for private porn viewing. Most booths included large openings between the neighboring booths, with a sliding door that maybe closed if desired. I However, was focused on getting off and paid little attention to the partially open hole.
Now, I was not a virgin to sucking cock. I had several adventures at other glory holes, not to mention explorative adventures earlier in life. And I can relate to stories I’ve heard about scouting.
Moments after my video screen began to play, my selection, a noise from the booth next to mine caught my attention. Looking down I cited a placid member at the opening. I hesitated and thought for a moment. “Hey,” I thought, “that’s a nice-looking cock!”
It was a cut caocasian cock about four and a half inches long with a cut head. It seemed to belong to a mature individual. I knelt down and picked it up out of the open window. I tugged on it a couple of times and it grew as I manipulated it with my hand and mouth. And grow it did!
Licking the tip, I could taste and smell the anonymous man’s scent. It was a part seamen and body wash or soap. He must have showered before arriving in the neighboring video booth. I know, I did, just a couple hours ago.
As I sucked he began to moan. His cock was jerking and swelling and I knew, I would get my prize soon. The sweet and savory that this stranger was about to deliver will soon be mine. I was so, so, excited!
My reaction to him was to envelope my lips around as much of his cock as I can. I worked it into the back of my throat and worked on making swallowing movements with my throat. I felt his prick begin to pulse. The taste in my mouth changed. The soapy scented saliva already in my mouth was gone. It was replaced with cum and I worked feverishly to steal as much as possible. Yum! His fluid is delicious! A mix of whatever he had to eat or drink caused a yummy mixture to enter my mouth. I worked on getting more.
Soon, after he finished grunting and spraying the yummy delivery, his slobbery cut member began to shrivel. I realized, from experience, that very soon he will realize that he reached his goal. I imagine guilty thoughts of his possible wife and family filled his head and he would quickly flee the joint. As his cock left my mouth, all I saw was a flash of light and the sound of a zipper. His booth door banged the wall as he darted down the dark hall.
. . .
I felt some remorse for the unintended meeting and changed booths. I chose one closer to the beaded entrance of the stores backroom video section. As I entered the next booth, I noticed a couple of guys just beyond the beads. I entered the little room and closed the door without locking it. An invitation really.
Soon there was a guy, next door fidgeting with dollars as he fed the machine. His porn selection roared with the sounds of someone getting a blow job. The last occupant must have left the volume up.
The window between us was closed unlike in the previous booth. I did not knock on or even attempt to open the window to see the action. I unfolded some of the cash from my wallet and inserted it into the machine. Dropped my pants and removed my shirt. Naked as a jaybird.
As the video screen began to take life the door behind me opened and one of the strangers, I noticed moments ago slipped through it. Caught by surprise sitting in the plastic chair with my dick out. His crotch was in front of my face. I looked in his blue eyes and back at his crotch.
He asked if it was okay to join me.
I said; yes, as he began to reopen the door. I thought, I must have responded too slowly for his comfort and he was on his way out. But, as the door was partially open his friend slipped in. Momentary panic set in.
Next thing, I knew, I was entertaining two hard cocks through their open zippers. The first guy was an older man, I imagine, in his forties. The second maybe only in his mid to late twenties at the oldest. The elder man had a really nice sized thin cock, 8 or nine inches long. The younger one had a nice seven-and-a-half-inch cock with some girth to it. I enjoyed seeing booth cocks, bob up and down, with intense excitement.
Licking and jerking both sex tools I lost my inabitions to my lust. I worked on both as equally as possible causing me to choke, now and then. Focused on the task at hand, my resting naked butt on the window ledge did not register that the window was open and lubed fingers were working on my flesh. I continued unabated.
The younger man seemed concerned with the older guys reaction to the scene. He kept asking if what he was enjoying was alright. All my attention was focused on the cocks I was pleasing except when the booth door opened once again. Another man opened the door. After a brief conversation the older man left the room say’n he needed some poppers.
The new man and he left closing the door behind him. I kept working the thick purple head in my face. The fingers working my bottom seemed to never stop. Time flew by. The other guy never seemed to return for more pleasure.
At some point I believe the fingers changed into a little prick. Butt, I stayed focused. So with a prick in one end and a nice thick cock in the other I enjoyed all of the attention.
After a few minutes the owner of the cock in my mouth said he needed to find his friend for permission to cum. I had already said I wanted it all. He obviously did not believe my words, got dressed and left the room and I realized what was going on behind me, to me.
I had not suffered from the action, as I had in the past, so I continued frozen in place.
The busy door opened again and the young thick thing entered. He mumbled something about permission to cum in my mouth. Since that was exactly what I was looking for I did not object.
Going back to work, I sucked his member down as far as I could. Saliva and precum dripped from my chin. Choking back tears, I hungerly choked down as much as possible.
With my ass and mouth being worked over, I faintly remember hearing the signal the cock in my mouth was about to cum. It was pretty clear how the cock was swelling and lunging in and out I was about to enjoy a hot load.
My excitement grew. For a long time, I was not accustom to young beefy guys unloading in me. All bets were off. I again took as much cock, as possible, down my throat. Cum filled my nostrils, mouth, and throat. Some managed to spill out.
Our bodies quivered in pleasure. For the second time in one night, I took a load down my throat and was about to take another in my ass. As soon as he was done the young man was gone.
It took several moments for me to recover from the yummy pleasure I enjoyed.
Slowly I realized what was about happen from behind. I panicked and pulled forward. The prick slid out and I heard a scramble.
Yet again, my door opened. Standing, naked, face to face with the boy that had been in my rectum. The frustration was apparent in his eyes. He began to plead his case. I quickly shut him down saying I was done. He insisted that we go further in back so he could finish off.
I denied his request and he became more frantic, explaining it has a table that maybe comfortable. I was having nothing to do with it, insisting I was done. During this conversation I dressed and pushed my way through the door.
I never laid eyes on anyone of the men from that night. I would love to relive the attention from the couple from that evening. And I may have another couple in mind for fun and games. The only problem is they will not be anonymous. And my rectum will need to be worked with the kind of attention once again to be a viable orifice.
Any takers?
I had spent the evening with a group of local swingers at a meet and greet. I ended up leaving after most of the group went to the swing club couple’s night. Since I attended that night as a singly, I was not invited to the club.
After all the sexy talk that night, I was all worked up. And I had a hardon that would last for days if not a week. It was a thick six-inch purple ragger, not too impressive, and I had no place to put it.
As I began to drive home, I thought about how it was too early for bed. I had a few drinks, that night. And when I drink, I enjoy expressing myself sexually. With the club restrictions and all, I knew was what I needed an outlet for my pent-up sexual energy. So, I headed South, desperately seeking relief, across the bridge to Portland.
My intentions included jerking off and watch porn at the closest video store. The evening took an unexpected turn when I entered a booth and paid for my porn. Not to participate in anonymous sexual gratification with strangers.
At this particular video store, they sold porn, toys, and miscellaneous sex paraphilia. Past the retail front, there are video privacy booths for private porn viewing. Most booths included large openings between the neighboring booths, with a sliding door that maybe closed if desired. I However, was focused on getting off and paid little attention to the partially open hole.
Now, I was not a virgin to sucking cock. I had several adventures at other glory holes, not to mention explorative adventures earlier in life. And I can relate to stories I’ve heard about scouting.
Moments after my video screen began to play, my selection, a noise from the booth next to mine caught my attention. Looking down I cited a placid member at the opening. I hesitated and thought for a moment. “Hey,” I thought, “that’s a nice-looking cock!”
It was a cut caocasian cock about four and a half inches long with a cut head. It seemed to belong to a mature individual. I knelt down and picked it up out of the open window. I tugged on it a couple of times and it grew as I manipulated it with my hand and mouth. And grow it did!
Licking the tip, I could taste and smell the anonymous man’s scent. It was a part seamen and body wash or soap. He must have showered before arriving in the neighboring video booth. I know, I did, just a couple hours ago.
As I sucked he began to moan. His cock was jerking and swelling and I knew, I would get my prize soon. The sweet and savory that this stranger was about to deliver will soon be mine. I was so, so, excited!
My reaction to him was to envelope my lips around as much of his cock as I can. I worked it into the back of my throat and worked on making swallowing movements with my throat. I felt his prick begin to pulse. The taste in my mouth changed. The soapy scented saliva already in my mouth was gone. It was replaced with cum and I worked feverishly to steal as much as possible. Yum! His fluid is delicious! A mix of whatever he had to eat or drink caused a yummy mixture to enter my mouth. I worked on getting more.
Soon, after he finished grunting and spraying the yummy delivery, his slobbery cut member began to shrivel. I realized, from experience, that very soon he will realize that he reached his goal. I imagine guilty thoughts of his possible wife and family filled his head and he would quickly flee the joint. As his cock left my mouth, all I saw was a flash of light and the sound of a zipper. His booth door banged the wall as he darted down the dark hall.
. . .
I felt some remorse for the unintended meeting and changed booths. I chose one closer to the beaded entrance of the stores backroom video section. As I entered the next booth, I noticed a couple of guys just beyond the beads. I entered the little room and closed the door without locking it. An invitation really.
Soon there was a guy, next door fidgeting with dollars as he fed the machine. His porn selection roared with the sounds of someone getting a blow job. The last occupant must have left the volume up.
The window between us was closed unlike in the previous booth. I did not knock on or even attempt to open the window to see the action. I unfolded some of the cash from my wallet and inserted it into the machine. Dropped my pants and removed my shirt. Naked as a jaybird.
As the video screen began to take life the door behind me opened and one of the strangers, I noticed moments ago slipped through it. Caught by surprise sitting in the plastic chair with my dick out. His crotch was in front of my face. I looked in his blue eyes and back at his crotch.
He asked if it was okay to join me.
I said; yes, as he began to reopen the door. I thought, I must have responded too slowly for his comfort and he was on his way out. But, as the door was partially open his friend slipped in. Momentary panic set in.
Next thing, I knew, I was entertaining two hard cocks through their open zippers. The first guy was an older man, I imagine, in his forties. The second maybe only in his mid to late twenties at the oldest. The elder man had a really nice sized thin cock, 8 or nine inches long. The younger one had a nice seven-and-a-half-inch cock with some girth to it. I enjoyed seeing booth cocks, bob up and down, with intense excitement.
Licking and jerking both sex tools I lost my inabitions to my lust. I worked on both as equally as possible causing me to choke, now and then. Focused on the task at hand, my resting naked butt on the window ledge did not register that the window was open and lubed fingers were working on my flesh. I continued unabated.
The younger man seemed concerned with the older guys reaction to the scene. He kept asking if what he was enjoying was alright. All my attention was focused on the cocks I was pleasing except when the booth door opened once again. Another man opened the door. After a brief conversation the older man left the room say’n he needed some poppers.
The new man and he left closing the door behind him. I kept working the thick purple head in my face. The fingers working my bottom seemed to never stop. Time flew by. The other guy never seemed to return for more pleasure.
At some point I believe the fingers changed into a little prick. Butt, I stayed focused. So with a prick in one end and a nice thick cock in the other I enjoyed all of the attention.
After a few minutes the owner of the cock in my mouth said he needed to find his friend for permission to cum. I had already said I wanted it all. He obviously did not believe my words, got dressed and left the room and I realized what was going on behind me, to me.
I had not suffered from the action, as I had in the past, so I continued frozen in place.
The busy door opened again and the young thick thing entered. He mumbled something about permission to cum in my mouth. Since that was exactly what I was looking for I did not object.
Going back to work, I sucked his member down as far as I could. Saliva and precum dripped from my chin. Choking back tears, I hungerly choked down as much as possible.
With my ass and mouth being worked over, I faintly remember hearing the signal the cock in my mouth was about to cum. It was pretty clear how the cock was swelling and lunging in and out I was about to enjoy a hot load.
My excitement grew. For a long time, I was not accustom to young beefy guys unloading in me. All bets were off. I again took as much cock, as possible, down my throat. Cum filled my nostrils, mouth, and throat. Some managed to spill out.
Our bodies quivered in pleasure. For the second time in one night, I took a load down my throat and was about to take another in my ass. As soon as he was done the young man was gone.
It took several moments for me to recover from the yummy pleasure I enjoyed.
Slowly I realized what was about happen from behind. I panicked and pulled forward. The prick slid out and I heard a scramble.
Yet again, my door opened. Standing, naked, face to face with the boy that had been in my rectum. The frustration was apparent in his eyes. He began to plead his case. I quickly shut him down saying I was done. He insisted that we go further in back so he could finish off.
I denied his request and he became more frantic, explaining it has a table that maybe comfortable. I was having nothing to do with it, insisting I was done. During this conversation I dressed and pushed my way through the door.
I never laid eyes on anyone of the men from that night. I would love to relive the attention from the couple from that evening. And I may have another couple in mind for fun and games. The only problem is they will not be anonymous. And my rectum will need to be worked with the kind of attention once again to be a viable orifice.
Any takers?
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