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“He has beautiful cock,” I said, practically drooling.
“Uh-huh,” my fellow voyeur said as he pursed his lips and turned up his nose. “But, he smells a bit.”
The plump prissy queen, then summarily left the viewing room after his evaluation was finalized, in a plume of designer cologne. Goodness knows how this evaluation got conducted before I arrived in the room.
From the muted and reflective light of the television screen, I had a good view of the ‘odourous’ rough white trash, who’s eyes were glued to the television screen. From his salacious grin, as he watched the porn movie entranced, I could see that he had a missing upper, secondary incisor tooth to the left.
The missing tooth only enhanced his hillbilly scruffiness on his handsome face. Trev, short for Trevor, as I would later learn, was in his mid-thirties. The t-shirt he was wearing was pulled halfway up his stomach, and his shorts and underpants had been pushed halfway down his thighs as he lustfully toyed with his large uncut cock. As I alternated my glances between the screen and his active hand, I could tell, despite the dim illumination, that he had a rough, workman’s hand.
What my perfumed advisor hadn’t realized was that guys like Trev were fantasy in my life. Of course, I had no plans of hanging out with filthy homeless guys, but the ‘luxury’ of an odd bit of skank was like a delicacy to me.
Not wishing to be too forward, I sat down two seats away from him. Trev was oblivious to me as he magnetically focussed on the screen. Although Trev looked like a straight guy, with him being in the gay viewing room that was showing a gay porn movie, I surmised that he batted for the same team as me.
Because of the distance between us, I quietly commenced sniffing to see if the perfumery queen had made an accurate assessment. I, truthfully, couldn’t detect an off-putting odour.
As we sat watching the onscreen action for the next several minutes, Trev hardly acknowledged my existence.
Next, Trev got up and pulled his trousers up and t-shirt down, before departing. Disheartened, I quickly followed to see where he was going. To my further dismay, I then observed him leaving through the entrance to the back area.
To fully put readers in the picture, let me briefly explain where I was. I was in a branch of a well-known adult franchise. There were dozens of these branches scattered all around the country, and this was the one I liked best. Because of the business I worked in, it allowed me the opportunity of travelling all over the place and therefore, was able to visit many of their stores. For whatever reason, this branch was always the one where I enjoyed the best success. Additionally, it was only a one-hour drive away from my home.
These stores were fairly similar as far as layout was concerned. In front of the store they sold DVDs and sex toys, but the back area was where all the heavenly M2M action took place.
The back area’s all had individual viewing booths, a glory-hole section, stalls with bunks and mattresses to fornicate on, and usually two cinema areas, one for straight movies, and the other for gay movies.
I cannot attest to a demographic breakdown of the customers, but from my personal experiences, I can only say that I found that most of my encounters were with bisexual/married guys, who used these places for an escape from their humdrum heterosexual existences. These stores, of course, we’re also like a paradise for gay guys like me.
After the disappearance of Trev, I disappointedly walked toward the glory-hole section to see if my luck would change. I approached the small flight of stairs leading to the raised platform that serviced the glory-hole cubicles. As I scanned the space above the cubicles for the heads of guys waiting to be orally serviced, regrettably, there were none. All the stall doors were also slightly ajar, meaning that there were no men were waiting to suck dick.
As I was processing this information, a bulky young guy that I had previously had a few assignations with, passed by me with a smile of recognition and entered the furthest stall with a ‘come-on’ look on his face. I, naturally, took up the invitation.
I had never learned what his name was but had enjoyed my trysts with him in the past. ‘Nameless’ had a lovely plump cut dick that I had sucked and got fucked by in the past. What I had always liked about him, was that he was very affectionate and loved kissing.
Predictably, once we had dispensed with our trousers and shirts and hung them over the hooks provided in these stalls, I was soon in his meaty embrace. The kissing, as always, was sensual and very enjoyable.
Following that, I was shortly on my knees sucking him off. Later, once my body was lifted and turned, my arse got plowed. Throughout, he caressed my head and then my body, as he went about his pleasure. He also kissed me on my shoulders and neck continuously, as he fucked my arse.
Our get-togethers never lasted too long, and in my head, I always imagined that he was a closeted guy who still lived with his parents.
After another splendid interaction, Nameless got on his way.
As I dawdled in the cubicle, slowly getting dressed, the minimal light emanating from the glory-hole aperture went dark as a magnificent uncut dick slithered through the opening. Having forgone Nameless’ offer to suck my dick, I was still fully loaded and horny.
When I took hold of the glorious phallus and moved my mouth closer, my nostrils were infused with a collection of masculine smells. I could smell aged piss topping an unwashed dick, and a combination of weed and tobacco. Although many men and women would find this a turn-off, my prediction for skank made my mouth water. I simply couldn't wait to unfurl his foreskin in the hope that further pleasure would follow. As I did so, my olfactory sense was not let down as the bouquet of his rank cock-head materialized.
Much as I was eager to taste the tangy flavours, my nose won the war over my mouth for the next minute or so, as I toyed with his cock as sniffed to my heart’s content. When my taste buds could no longer wait, my mouth sprang into action.
I couldn’t help wondering as I did so if Trev had possibly made a miraculous return.
This wonderful fact was soon confirmed when the cock mysteriously disappeared from the hole and a face appeared at the opening. It was indeed Trevor!
“Listen, buddy, hold your head still at the hole and let me do the thrusting until I stop, then your head can take over again. When I tap on the top of the stall, then hold still again, and so on,” Trev concluded.
“Okay,” I readily agreed.
Shortly, we were well underway.
What I didn’t realize at this point, was the ordeal that lay ahead for me., Trev thrust before I sucked, over and over, as Trev continuously tapped for the next twenty minutes. By then, my mouth was worn out and sore, and I simply couldn’t take any more.
After my service ended and my mouth withdrew, Trev’s face once more appeared at the hole.
“What’s wrong, buddy?” he asked.
“My mouth is exhausted,” I informed him.
“Okay… then meet me at the bottom of the stairs once you have dressed,” Trev informed me.
Generally, one encounters two types of men at these glory-holes. The first, are there to get their rocks off, and cum in your mouth between two to five minutes later. The second type, I refer to as the ‘variety seekers.’ They will face-fuck you for a few minutes, before moving on to find another mouth to fuck. Trevor, however, introduced me to a third kind that day, and my mouth and throat were exhausted afterward.
“So, I fucked your face ragged,” Trev exclaimed with a look of pride on his face as I joined him.
“You sure did,” I replied.
“Well, come with me so you can relax a bit,” Trev said as he motioned me down the passage where all the private viewing booths were. When we got to the end booth, he produced a key and unlocked the door.
“Did you rent this cubicle?” I asked.
“Nah… I have a deal with the guy at the counter. I supply him with weed and he lets me use this booth for free,” he answered.
The cubicle at the end was far larger than the others en route and had a bunk with a synthetic covered mattress.
“Let’s get naked and relax on the bunk,” Trev then suggested.
Once we were naked, I got my first real look at Trev. He was around six-foot-one-inch-tall and lithe. Although he had a beautifully proportioned body, there were insect bites and scrapes all over his arms and legs, from the gardening that he predominantly performed for a living. His rough skin was weather-beaten and his hands and feet were unkempt. Fortunately, his nails and toenails were short-clipped, but not to any professional pedicurist's standards.
Trev now embraced my body and commenced kissing me. As he did so, I could tell that his body odour wasn’t fresh, as the plump queen had advised me, and it was clear that his natural body juices had been stewing for a few days.
“You smell great,” I uttered, as my partiality to skanky men overwhelmed my olfactory senses.
“Ha… That’s not what the fat queen from earlier thought,” he said with a snigger.
“What happened?” I innocently asked.
“Well, after he sat next to me and gave me the eye after drooling over my dick, I invited him to suck my cock. Upon lowering his head, however, the little shit jumped up and moved away, telling me that I stink,” Trev informed me.
“Fuck him,” I replied.
“Yeah… So, you like skanky guys,” he then inquired.
“Fuck, yeah,” I lustfully replied.
“That’s my boy,” Trev countered, before asking, “So, what’s your name?”
“Matthew,” I responded.
“I’m Trevor, but everyone calls me Trev,” he informed me. “Well Matt, let’s lie down for a while, so your mouth can fully recover,” Trev then suggested.
After we got on the bunk, Trev became very chatty. The information that followed, however, had its ups and downs.
Trev told me that he lived in a flatlet on an old woman’s property, where he lived rent-free because he did all her gardening on Saturdays. Besides that, he did a lot of odd jobbing, mostly gardening, and had acquired some valuable clients. Upon inviting Trev to elaborate, he told me about two gay guys he did gardening for every two weeks, who were into fisting and water sports. The next story about a straight couple whom he had done carpentry for, however, sent chills down my spine.
He saw them every three weeks or so, and scat, spanking, and fisting, were involved. I immediately told him that I didn’t require any more details. Trev did, nonetheless, tell me that they paid very well.
“Are you into scat?” I apprehensively asked.
“No, not at all, but as you know, ‘the customer is always right,’” he answered, quoting the old cliché.
“But… Are you into fisting?” I asked, intrigued.
“Jesus, Matt, I love fisting,” he qualified.
“Giving or receiving?” I inquired.
“Both,” he replied, before asking, “Have you ever tried it?”
“No… Never,” I responded.
“Well, Matt, this is your lucky day. Over the years I have got a lot of big toys here because of my marijuana trade with the front desk, and my arse is well-primed for dealing with fisting.”
Before I could process the benefits of what was about to occur, Trev added, “By the way, you don’t have to worry about filth because I always thoroughly clean my arse before I get here, so there won’t be any unpleasant mess.”
I was in heaven and finally about to indulge in an urge, which had long pervaded my dreams.
“Are you sure you want me to fist you?” I excitedly asked, somewhat concerned about my ability in this unchartered territory.
Trev picked up on my trepidation, before reassuringly adding, “It’s very simple, all you do is start with three fingers, before adding a fourth, and then manipulate your open hand from side to side before you place your thumb in the palm of your hand and create a spear prior to inserting your hand. You don’t have to be gentle because my arse is well-seasoned.”
“What about lube?” I asked.
“You don’t need anything other than spit. Remember, a good arse makes its own sauce. In any case, I’ll be on hand to give you advice.” Trev encouragingly concluded.
As we got off the bunk to commence the show, I inwardly giggled at the words, ‘on hand,’ which he had used.
Trev now leaned over the bunk and pulled his cheeks apart for me. “Let’s start with some lubrication rimming,” Trev then advised.
As I looked at his man-hole the flesh was already a bit puffy. This puffiness soon blossomed as he pushed the folds of skin outward. Although I cannot say that it looked conventionally pretty, to me it was the most awesome thing I had ever seen.
I immediately got to my knees, before closing my mouth in on the silky folds and began to lick and prod with my tongue. It felt extraordinary.
Overcome with excitement, I couldn’t wait to start the fisting process and I was overjoyed when Trev told me to get on with it.
I then got to my feet and commenced following his instructions. By the time we got to the spearing part, I was shaking with delight. Trev’s satisfied groaning simply added to my overall elation. My hand felt like it had been ensconced in a satin sleeve and I was furthermore astonished by the unctuous moisture that had begun to form, as Trev had predicted.
As my hand played in the swampy cove of enchantment, nothing I had ever experienced before even came close. It was sensational!
After my ‘spear’ had stabbed his backside for a while It soon became clear that Trev wanted to move things along. I was then told to ball my fist.
As I started bludgeoning his hole, Trev’s vocalization escalated measurably, and a litany of loud expletives poured from his lips. I was mesmerized by the look and feel of the folds of silky skin caressing my arm as it delved ever deeper.
During this melee, the door opened and a large bearish man, who had no doubt been subpoenaed by the noise entered the room. With his eyes spinning with excitement, ‘The Bear’ pulled his t-shirt and shorts off and asked if he could join in.
“Yeah, fuck, yeah,” Trev answered, as both he and I looked at the man’s massive hands and thick arms.
The Bear immediately got to work as he replaced me and started fisting Trev. Trev instantly began grunting in unison with The Bear as his backside got pummelled.
Next, another two rough-looking guys entered the room and immediately started tugging on their dicks, as they looked on approvingly. The scene was incredibly hot and I felt like I was in a Dick Wadd video.
Not long after, The Bear extracted his fist and inserted his fat knob into Trev’s backside. With his hands powerfully clamping onto Trev’s hips, The Bear now began humping Trev’s arse manically, before he finally unloaded with a roar.
The Bear moved to the side after sliding his hand up the shaft of his dick and smearing the goo on Trev’s arse cheek, before dressing and departing. The first Rough Guy who had entered the room earlier, now immediately slid his long cock into Trev’s butt-hole and began fucking.
A few minutes later when he too had cum, he also cleaned his cock as The Bear had done, and wiped the gunk onto Trev’s other cheek. Rough Guy number two then started to get to his knees, presumably for a feltching and rimming session. Horrified and cum-starved, I firmly told him that cache was mine.
After he apologetically smiled at me, he said, “Okay, buddy, sorry… But do you mind if I add to your stash?”
His meaning was immediately clear as he fervently commenced tugging on his knob as he moved in closer to Trev’s backside.
“Be my guest,” I uttered with a grin.
Shortly, he inserted his dick into Trev’s arse and began humping like crazy. Once he had cum, he too smeared the residue from his dick all over Trev’s cheeks before pulling up his shorts and departing.
I was now determined to feast in peace and latched the door from the inside once he had departed.
As I knelt behind Trev, I looked at his very puffy and soppy pucker that I was about to rim. To me, it was a magnificent sight. First, however, I decided to clean off all the spunk dripping down the inside of Trev’s legs. Following on that, I slurped up all the mess on his butt-hole, before my mouth suctioned onto his full-blown peony.
As I commenced swallowing a ton of jizz through the petals, my wait had been worthwhile as I savoured the delicious and abundant banquet of nectar, Trev’s arse was providing. Once sated, I stood up and looked at the flabby florets of ecstasy erupting from Trev’s arse. Unable to resist, I instantly inserted my dick. As I did so the satin sleeve surrounding my knob felt incredible.
“Does that feel good?” Trev asked.
“Fuuuck yeah,” I cooed like a horny pigeon.
“Enjoy yourself, but don’t cum, buddy,” Trev answered.
“Okay,” I replied, swaying my hips in ecstasy as I looked at the soft flesh gulping on my cock.
Trev’s body was glistening after all the effort he had been through, and I could see the moist hair under his arms sodden with perspiration. After extending my arms, my hands frolicked in the odourous coves of his armpits.
As I began alternating lifting my hands to my nostrils and sniffing, Trev let out a laugh and asked, “Are you enjoying my pong?”
“Definitely!” I answered.
“I’m glad I met you,” Trev replied with a lovely tone of affection in his voice.
“Me too… I hope I’ll be seeing more of you in the future,” I responded.
Trev now lifted his torso and turning his body slightly, offered me his right armpit.
I went ballistic as I commenced licking.
“Oh, Jesus, that feels good,” he instantly said.
The taste and smell of the damp stench practically made me weak at the knees.
“Yeah, you little skank hound, clean my fuckin’ pit,” Trev playfully growled.
By the time my mouth moved to the other armpit, we had turned into rabid dogs. In an instant, I was on my back, with his left pit covering my face and my right arm between legs, my hand once more commenced spearing into his backside.
“Jesus, oh god, yes, fuck-yes… I am gonna cum,” Trev cried out as he lifted and placed his knob at my lips after jumping on the bunk, whilst still impaled on my arm.
After his spunk gushed all over my face his crotch commenced mashing the muck all over my head. In all the excitement, I hadn’t realized that my arm was now lodged up to my elbow in his backside. The most astonishing aspect of all was, that without even touching my cock, my balls began exploding all over my stomach, in the most spectacular release I could ever remember.
In the aftermath, as lay side by side, kissing and cuddling on the bunk, he licked my stomach, face, and head.
“Do you really want to stay in contact with me?” Trev asked.
“For sure, we can exchange details later if you like?” I suggested, before adding, “Do you have you’re your own vehicle?”
“Regrettably not,” he answered.
Much as this was inconvenient, I immediately calculated that the occasional four-hour to and fro trip, for the pleasure of his company, really wouldn’t be a big deal.
“We can work things out,” I assured him.
As we continued necking, Trev’s cock once more rose to the occasion.
“I think I have another deposit for you,” he then announced in a husky drawl.
I immediately made my desires known as I moved onto my stomach. After mounting my body, Trev inserted his dick into my arse and commenced a leisurely thrusting.
We had lost track of time at this point and were brought to our senses when the light in the cubicle began to flicker. This was the signal that the establishment would be closing in thirty minutes’ time.
Spurred on by this, Trev now upped his tempo.
“I want to make sure you have sustenance for you drive home,” he sniggered.
Several minutes later, Trev grunted as he unloaded into my backside.
When we departed the building, we did exchange details before I started my journey home.
As I drove, I thought about the extraordinary day I had enjoyed. In particular, I couldn’t stop thinking about Trev and I kept replaying the events of the day over and over in my head. With two loads in my arse, I contentedly drove along, regularly sniffing my hands to enhance the gratification of my thoughts.
I did see Trev on a monthly basis afterward. The to and fro four-hour trips on Saturday evenings and Sunday afternoons were always well worthwhile.
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