Glory Hole Duty

I had been frequenting an adult bookstore within walking distance of my apartment for about two years when on a particularly slow afternoon the owner, an older Indian man, went to lock the door to his shop as I emerged from the glory hole booth. I had been parked inside for the past two and a half hours and was particularly blinky as I tried to get acclimatized to the brightness of the shop. He approached me and suggested that I spent a lot of time in his store. I explained that I liked the usually steady stream of business men and other big dicks that also frequented his store. He knew I was gay. Though we never played, I often spiffed this guy a five to let me bring other guys into my booth. His store had only two booths with a glory hole and often when I was there, the other booth would be filled with a guy I wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. We would both squat in the booth trying to wait the other one out. It was an expensive hobby. He then said that a lot of guys would come in looking for amazing head and ask him who was in the booth. He got the idea to invite me to set myself up in the booth and he would schedule appointments with guys charging them $10 to feed their dicks to the amazing cocksucker on the other side of the hole. I was intrigued. He said he would give me $4 for every customer and unlimited access to the porn in the booth. It was a cocksuckers dream, for sure. I eagerly agreed and he told me to come back in two days time so he could start to get appointments lined up.

The store opened at noon and I showed up two days later at 11:30A to get situated. I knocked on the door to the shop and the owner let me in. He said that he had 11 guys lined up for the next couple hours and would allow walk-in guys to use the booth in between appointments. He demanded I strip down and get naked. He put my stuff in a bag and left it on a chair in the office at the back of the store. He handed me a bottle of poppers and a bucket and pushed me into the booth, locking the door from the outside. I inquired through the door what the bucket was for and he replied that he didn't intend to let me out during the day...not even to pee. 

I love being naked in the dim booth and frequently took off my clothes when I would arrive anyway. Wearing nothing but my sneakers, my boner started to grow. This was going to be fun.

The first guy to show up was an older business man I had blown before. He was in his early 60's I would guess. I suspected he might not be married, I didn't care either way, but I really loved sucking this guy. He had a thick dick...more than a mouthful. Sensitive head. He unbuckled his belt and stuck his cock through the hole. I was hungry for it and wrapped my lips around the head and started to work on him. One hand on my dick, the other clutching the bottle of poppers, I slid his dick in and out of my through taking him to the base. This particular guy also love to suck and always demands I stick my sizable boner through the hole for him to swing on before he eventually blows down my throat. Today it felt amazing and I thought I might just cum with him but decided against it knowing that I am at the top of my game when I haven't yet shot my load. The guy shot several large volleys of cum into my mouth and I eagerly ate every drop.

Dick number two appeared to be a blue collar construction guy. He was all tatted up and had some nice muscles. He was all business, didn't say a word and just shoved his uncut dick through the hole. He was pretty normal-sized but super sensitive. He moaned quietly and pulled out several times getting too close to shooting but not yet wanting to cum. I got his creamy load in the end. He asked the shopkeeper when I'd be back...he was ready to book a return appointment.

The third and fourth cocks to come through the hole were just a couple of lucky guys who happened to time their visits with a lull in the action. Didn't matter to me. I love cum and I was on a mission to swallow a days worth of loads from a dozen or more anonymous cocks.

Number five was this enormous black cock that was almost too thick to get my mouth around. Shit like that just makes me want it more and so I squatted down and slowly worked his meat until I was able to accommodate the whole thing. This man made me work for it. I must have sucked him for an hour. My jaw was getting tired and my legs were aching for a stretch but I wasn't going to yield until I got my prize. His body started to quake as he neared climax and he was the loudest fucker that visited yelling out as he shot six or seven spurts down my throat. It was well worth the effort.

Next as a super sexy, masculine British guy. He had a nice big dick with a hefty foreskin. He teased me with that beautiful foreskin allowing me to snake my tongue inside and tug on the end. I love that. I worked throating the entire shaft of his cock over and over feeling the head of his dick stab the back of my head until he started spasming and coating my tongue with his creamy load.

At the end of the afternoon I had sore knees and an overworked jaw. I also had a full belly of cum so it was totally worth it. I needed a break though and I wanted out of the box. But the store owner had other plans for me. I knocked on the door and asked him the time. I had been in the dark for hours and wondered whether it was 3PM or 5PM or later? He barked back that I wasn't done and left me in the booth. 

More guys passed through and I dutifully found my stride again. By this time huffing so many poppers all afternoon left my dick dripping precum pretty steadily. I was ready to cum.

Late in the afternoon, the shop guy unlocked the door and I was momentarily blinded by the rush of light. Standing behind my partner were what appeared to be two cops. I stood their naked and, I thought I might be in trouble. Turns out they weren't law enforcement but security guards from a nearby federal building. Apparently the store owner had made a different deal with these two. I was treated like property, the bigger of the security guards reached into the booth and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me out into the store. He slapped my ass with his wide open palm. The sting was immediate and caught me by surprise. This man was a handsome, tall black guy who looked impeccable in his uniform...his white t-shirt peaking out beneath his collar. I wanted him, no doubt. The other guy was definitely nervous. Shorter, beefy guy with a buzz cut and a sleeve of tattoos on his left arm. Though visibly nervous, he was also definitely turned on, his thick boner hard against his dress blues.

I was pulled out of the booth and escorted into the office in the back. Still unsure what was happening, I reached for the bag with my clothes in it. The beefy guy pushed the bag out of my reach and said, "You won't be needing that." The tall guy lifted me up onto the desk and put me down on my back, my legs now in the air given him easy access to my ass. They began to undo their belts and I adjusted myself to get comfortable and scooted my ass closer to the edge of the desk. Both of these guys were already hard. The store owner handed the tall guy a bottle of lube and himself pushed his pants to the floor. I was going to be fucked be these guys.

I turned my head and took a long, deep huff of poppers. I'm glad I did! When the tall guy pushed his dick into my tight asshole, I was overcome by a wave of pain. I hadn't looked to see how big this guy might be but by the feel of it I was taking something at least wrist big. I grabbed onto the desk, and yelled out in pain as he continued to push his big meat into my ass. The store owner encouraged him by telling him, "Yea, fuck him. Fuck him deep." It was absolute bliss but it also fucking hurt like Hell. He was not gentle with his motions and used my whole for his pleasure alone, but I could tell that he was a good guy because as he fucked me he never broke eye-contact, and asked me how much I liked it. 

I liked it. I liked it a lot. 

Without even touching myself, I was rock hard and my dick was bobbing on my stomach as this hot guy pummeled my aching hole. I was starting to relax and really get into it when his pace quickened. Now it was my turn to speak and I locked eyes with him and begged him not to cum yet. I wasn't ready for him to pull out of me. 

"Please keep fucking me, please don't stop." 

He was close and he couldn't continue. He slowly pulled out and said he needed to take a break or else he was going to shoot in my ass. I told him how much I wanted his cum in my hole, but I wanted him to fuck me more.

To my surprise it was the shop keeper who took the next turn. I know the guy is married, but I think he just got caught up in the moment. As he fucked me with his little dick, he told me how much tighter my ass was than his wife's pussy. I could have laughed. I wouldn't have believed it after that jumbo dick I had in my hole just moments ago. He closed his eyes and started to quake. He didn't make a sound and I thought he might be thinking about his wife. Turns out he was shooting his Indian load in my butt. When he pulled out, I could feel his cum dribbling out of my asshole. 

"Gimme some of that." This was the beefy guy now who didn't even bother to lube up his thick dick before he slowing entered my butt. He used the shop keeper's slick cum to ease into me. He was even rougher than the first guy and I could tell he was pretty new at this kind of activity. He also closed his eyes and just fucked me...moaning the whole time. He slammed his dick into me shooting his load as I was mid huff with some new poppers.

I begged the black guy to fuck me again. I don't think his boner went down at all and he needed no new lube now that my hole had two cummy loads shot up inside me. He slide up inside me slow and deep. I gasped when he was deep inside me. He leaned in, kissed me on the mouth, and told me he wanted me to cum with him. Waves of pleasure swept over my entire body as this fucking hot man slowly and deliberately fucked me pulling all the way out and pushing it all the way back into me. Slow and deep, I can't hold back when a man fucks me that way. It took me only a handful of minutes to completely lose myself...my eyes rolling to the back of my head...my dick in my hand. I shot six or seven volleys of cum over up over my head and he started to unload in my ass when I had started to cum. I had never been so incredibly satisfied and I was so thankful that I had kept myself from cumming earlier in the day. 

I lay there on the table, out of breath and covered in sweat. The security guys cleaned up, each kissed me and suggested that we all do it again soon. I was completely wiped out. My legs shaking, I got dressed and stumbled home. I had spent almost 8 hours concentrating on bringing men pleasure and, in the end, experienced the most incredible pleasure myself. I love sucking cock and taking it up the ass. I was made for this. Stop by anytime, you'll usually find me naked in the booth and servicing men on glory hole duty.

Mr. Too Big

It was my birthday and I wanted to treat myself. I had been using various apps to find someone to give me a great birthday fuck. There was this handsome, military guy with an incredibly huge dick that I had my eye on, but pinning him down had been challenging. He was definitely making me work for it. He happened to be online and was open to me paying him a visit. 

His house was about a 20 minute drive from my hotel and pretty easy to find. I parked in the driveway, locked my phone and wallet in the car, and went to knock on the door. What greeted me at the door was a 230 chiseled piece of perfection. Even more striking was how handsome this guy was. I’ll admit the only pics I had ever seen of this guy were of is enormous dick in various degrees of erection. I was so obsessed with it that it never crossed my mind to think about what it was attached to. I was a bit dumb-struck.

He invited me in and locked the door behind me. He put his strong, masculine hand on the back of my neck and led me into his bedroom. He shucked his pants to the floor and sat back on his bed telling me to suck his dick. This dick was even bigger than it appeared in pictures. I pride myself on being able to swallow the big boys. The reality was this man was probably the biggest dick I’ve ever had. There was just no getting this thing down my throat without dislocating my jaw though I was willing to try. He had a slight curve, that didn’t make things any easier, but I was completely lost in worshipping his giant cock. I couldn’t get my hand around it, it was so thick. Easily 10 inches long, maybe more. I blew him…or should say, I tried to blow him for about 30 minutes. He did seem to be enjoying it. I wanted more and more of his dick in my mouth but just couldn’t handle it.

He told me to get naked and said he was going to get the lube. I panicked a little. Honestly, did this guy think he was going to fuck me with this dick? I didn’t think it was possible. I became nervous and told him I didn’t think I would be able to take it. I admitted that, as a cocksucker, most of my play revolves around sucking. My ass seldom is up for grabs, so I was bound to be too tight to be able to take this whopper. He smiled and chuckled a little saying…you told me you wanted a birthday fuck and you’re going to get one. I got naked and assumed the doggy position with my ass at the end of the bed.

He lovingly ate my ass. His mouth and hot breath felt amazing against my hole. He licked and poked me with his tongue. It was wonderful and I began to relax. He lubed up a finger and put it in my butt and then another. So far so good. He got my hole good and lubed up, he was caring though forceful. I didn’t feel nervous. He got his dick good and slippery. To watch the slight of it, I have to admit, I was really turned on. I wanted to be able to take it but was still apprehensive that I could. 

When he put the head of his dick against my asshole, It felt like someone was trying to push their fist into my ass. I did start to tense up…no getting around that. He told me, you need to relax buddy and let me in. He’s right of course and part of me thought, just fucking take it you wuss. You’re a faggot and you’ve had plenty of big dicks in your ass. There’s no getting around this…this monster is going to hurt, so why not just let it? Part of me thought that, if I just let him punch through my sphincter I would endure waves of agonizing pain but it would pass in a minute or two and on his next attempt I would be able to take it like a whore, like a pro, and we could get down to it. I took a deep breath to try and relax myself and I pushed back against his dick. I was struck with a blinding wave of pain as the head of his dick pushed inside me. I fell forward, his dick falling out of my ass, and I winced and moaned in verbal pain. Taking a moment to try and work through it. 

The next attempt and the next weren’t any easier. Jesus, I thought how the hell is this going in?? My top fucker was doing his best to be accommodating but I could tell that even he was starting to lose patience. We tried again and again. I had completely lost my hardon now was lying flat against the bed with my ass pointed at the sky. I was starting to feel embarrassed too. I decided I needed him to force me.

We paused. I told him it was too big but I wasn’t yet willing to give up. I ask him to force himself upon me. 

“You mean, like rape you?”

I nodded. “It’s the only way…”

He grabbed me around the waist and flipped me back over, pushing my legs apart with his. I felt is had push my skull into the pillow with the force to bust open a watermelon. I felt the head of his dick at my asshole and tried to beg for more lube, but he wasn’t having it. He didn’t ram it in me, rather he pushed the head in as he had before…but once he was inside me, he put his entire weight behind his dick and nearly split me in two! I cried out in agony, yelling and begging him to stop…that his was a bad idea. He persisted. I saw stars and I may have blacked out. His dick dug deeper and deeper into my hole and I felt like he was laying pipe. His giant cock must have rearranged my internal organs because I swear I could feel pressure against my diaphragm. Once I could feel his pubes against my ass, he held still and barked at me to breathe. I struggled to breathe, I struggled to relax, I was sure I would have no asshole left when this was over. After what seemed like an hour, the pain started to subside. He then started to slide his cock in and out of my ass with a slow rhythmic motion. His dick continued to swell even bigger. He fucked me slowly and deeply. I would gasp for breaths when I could but I have to admit, I was finally thrilled to have this big man inside me. I began to enjoy it. He had great stamina and fucked me, edging himself and then backing off to keep himself from cumming. He checked in periodically to ask whether I needed a break, but honestly, now that my ass was stretched wide, I just didn’t want him to stop. 

In the end, his motions became faster and faster as he approached cumming. I was worried about him cumming in my ass, but with his whole weight on top of me, even had I resisted, I wouldn’t have been able to stop him. He let go flooding my ass with his warm spunk. When he finally pulled his dick out of me, I again saw stars and dribbled his cum out of my ass. I could barely stand, my limp dick had cum all over his sheets. He tossed a towel at me, allowing me to wipe the sweat from my forehead. It was not my best moment, but I left having gotten what I wanted. I thought I might not be able to walk the next day, but I ended up feeling fine. We never met again…I can’t half blame him…but I may have finally met the man that can be called “Too Big.”

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Backdraft

One night in Dallas I was on the prowl to suck some dick, but I don’t always find it easy to find dick in Dallas. I decided to explore one of the suck shacks down on Henry Hines Blvd in one of the more seedy parts of town. I forget the name but it’s your typical adult store where you can pay a one-time admission and wander around the rooms in the back where guys hook up. This place has like a dozen rooms, all very large and spacious with a bench and a large screen TV. Two of the rooms have glory hole platforms. It’s pretty dark with some black-lit hallways.

I was taking a lap in the place looking for some action. There were only a few guys behind locked doors and, from what I could see, nothing to peek my interest. I was just about to leave, unfulfilled, when I saw this talk drink of water come out of a corner room. He was an older gentleman, built tough, tall, and rugged. What struck me most was that this silver-haired hot man had on a cowboy hat, jeans, and a flannel shirt. I immediate thought…I’m gonna get me a cowboy!

I grabbed my crotch and he tipped his hat and gave me a, “howdy”. I played along and replied, “good evening, pard’ner” and motioned for him to follow me into a nearby room. He came in after me and locked the door behind him. 

“Please tell me you can suck cock better than that guy…” motioning to the room he had exited from. His silver mustache was bushy and really fucking sexy.

“I aim to please and am willing to try,” I said pushing my jeans to my ankles and dropping to my knees.

He walked over and loosened an enormous belt buckle and let his jeans fall to the floor. The bulge in his tight, white briefs was impressive and I could tell I was going to have to bring my game if I was going to give this guy a blowjob he would remember. He left the unwrapping of his briefs to me. Before I exposed the big prize, I gave his cock a squeeze. It was barely hard and was already pretty large. Zoinks I thought…I’m in for a treat. I tucked my fingers into his waistband and freed his dick. This great big hose lopped forward over a nice set of grapefruit-sized balls. 

I let an audible moan escape as this man put his rough hand on the back of my head and guided me toward his cock. I opened wide and tried to take his entire length down my throat. I knew that this dick was going to get hard and, when it did, I might not be able to swallow the whole thing. Now was my chance. I buried my nose in his bush and now it was his turn to moan. 

“Ah yea…That’s what I needed,” he said and I could feel him grow in my mouth and throat. “I’m gonna have to take my time with you, boy.”

I sucked the length of his giant meat back and forth surprising myself at how well I could take it. The gentle but firm pressure of his hand on the back of my head helped me find my rhythm. I blew him for ten minutes or so before he pushed me off, complaining that he was close to cumming but didn’t want it to end. I backed off, let him catch his breath before bringing him to the brink a couple more times. He was leaking precum and the taste was intoxicating. I was really anxious to make him cum and swallow his load.

“Oh no, no boy. I know you want it but I’ve got bigger plans for you. You got some time?”

“Time for what?” I asked looking up at him with my own dick in my hand leaking precum into a puddle on the floor.

“Come with me,” he said.

I followed him out to the parking lot and he told me a cocksucker as talented as I had proved to be was something meant to be shared. He asked me to follow him up the street and I figured that he must live nearby and wanted to share me with a buddy. Per usual in these situations, I had a momentary thought whether or not this was safe…but I had been working hard for his load and he’d denied me so far…I was up to continue the adventure.

We drove what felt like twenty minutes but I’m sure was not that long. Eventually, he turned on his left-turn signal in front of a fire station. I assumed we were turning around but he pulled in and parked along side some other vehicles. I parked in an empty spot a couple of spaces down and waited. He walked over and said, “The guys will really appreciate your skills, you up for this?” 

I had an ear-to-ear grin but assumed this was some kind of joke. “Are you serious?” I asked. 

“Come on in.”

I followed him in past the big red fire truck and he walked right back into the station house. There was a TV playing in the corner of the space and a couple of guys where sitting around. 

“Brett around?” He asked to no one in particular. 

“He’s off.” Answered one of the guys. When he said this, suddenly everyone looked up and was interested in what was coming next.

“Good. I brought you guys a little present. I’ve been working this cocksucker’s throat for a while and thought you’d appreciate his talents.”

Guys laughed and smile. One grabbed his crotch and said, “Aww Captain…how’d you know what I was needing?”

I was led to a corner away form the door and pushed to my knees. I struggled to get my pants down but already there was a line of guys stroking and making there way to my spot.

I blew six guys that night. One after the other. The first couple came pretty quickly. Each guy was aggressive and dominant and made no apologies for assaulting my mouth and throat. None of the guys allowed me to miss a drop and I ate six load…even the one that nearly came out my nose from me gagging on his dick. That was the Captain. His load was the best. 

This apparently wasn’t a new thing for Fire Station 16. The guys, many of them straight and married, were loyal to their Captain and had no problem with his being gay or him bringing these little presents to the firehouse. These were solid guys. I never felt threatened or unsafe. My head was spinning with ideas of being gang-banged by them all in turn. In the end it was just my mouth these guys would use and I left with a buzz and a belly full of cum.

I’ve visited these guys now a couple of times when I make it to Dallas. I learned on a subsequent visit that this Captain was a consultant on the movie Backdraft to make sure the movie looked real and that the actors behaved with honor just like his own men. What you don’t see in the movies are some of the seedier situations these guys find themselves in. Being heroes and fighting fires is hard, stressful work and release comes in many forms and I am happy to oblige.

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Rich (part 2)

"You wanna go skinny dipping?"

"Who is this?" I asked of the guy on the other end of the line. I was at home with a girl I brought back to my place after a mediocre date. Admittedly, at this point in my life I played the field on both teams...often on the same day. 

"Aww, and here I thought I was special. You're gonna owe me big, Josh...an I intend to collect." Click

My mind was reeling. In all my sneaking around I never gave out my name or number and here this guy had both. Worse, he had used them! Fears of being outted crossed my mind, but really this guy didn't sound like he was being an ass. He really sounded like he truly wanted to get naked with me. 

The evening was pretty much a disaster. I was with her, but 100% of my attention with thinking of him. I'd been busted already a few times and was in jeopardy of losing her as a piece of ass. I would replay the conversation over and over in my mind. Hearing a guy ask me to get naked with him gave me a ranging hard on. Fuck! Who the he'll was this voice? And how did he know I was gay?

"Josh, are we gonna fuck or not?" my date quizzed me while biting her fingernails and slowly sliding her legs apart.

"Huh? Yeah whatever...let's go."

We started making out. It was borderline mediocrity, but when I concentrated on him and closed my eyes, things got a lot better. Over the course of an hour with my eyes completely fixed shut, I proceeded to fuck the shit out of my date. I fucked her hard. She moaned and whined a little in protest, but I didn't care. With my eyes closed I was fucking him and he wanted it hard and rough. I pictured him with a smooth ass and he'd look back at me as I pushes my wood into his butt. I created an imaginary fuck buddy. He was the epitome of masculinity and moreover he wad horny and wanted me to fuck him hard. With my eyes gripped shut, I fantasized our encounter and I took no mercy on him. Consequently, my date loved the animal fuck I threw her way but I never asked her out again. 

"So have you given any more thought to going skinny dipping with me, Joshua?"

Fuck! Why had it taken two weeks for him to get in touch with me again? I had long since worn out jackin off by fantasizing about our first conversation?

"Who is this?" I hated to ask, but I still wasn't convinced it was real. 

"If you wanna find out who I am, why don't you just meet me for a dip and find out? You are interested, aren't you Josh? I bet you're hard right now, me just talking about it."

This guy could read me like a book. Hell yeah I was hard. Truth be told, I was a bit nervous about getting caught. "OK, yeah let's do this where am I gonna meet you?"

"North Campus Commons Apartments. The pool is all the way behind the A-building. It's closed after dark so no one will bother us. I'll meet you there. Don't let me down."

I must be crazy, I thought to myself as I parked in front of the Commons. Still I was horny and I needed sex. The anonymity of the caller just added more to the whole experience. 

I walked down a small concrete walkway around the backside of the apartment complex. In the distance I could see the glow of the pool light and it cast a shimery glow onto a small canopy of trees overhead. There didn't appear to be anyone there. I followed the path and pushed through the gate into the pool area. The pool was protected from view by the apartments because of this small patch of trees. My heart was racing. 

The gate was closed but not locked. I slid the catch up and pushed it open to gain access to the pool. Looking around, I confirmed I was alone. I decided to get into the water. I stripped down to my briefs and made a pile of my clothes on a table. I walked toward the shallow end and dipped my toe in the water. It was nice, cool but not cold. Now even the idea of a swim was starting to appeal to me. I quietly entered the pool sliding off the side into the water. The coolness was exhilarating and I was starting to gain back me cocky confidence. I sink below the surface like a stealthy crocodile. 

I enjoyed a little quiet swim. The light in the pool went dark. My eyes hadn't yet adjusted, but I could make out a masculine figure approaching from the apartment side of the building. The figure said, "We don't want to get caught, Josh. Guys like us have reputations and people will talk."

The guy stripped completely naked and before he managed to dive into the water, I did catch a glimpse of his semi hardon. When he surfaced, we were face to face. It was Rich. 

"It's you? Why all the secrecy?" I asked. 

"I'm keeping my activity on the down-low, kinda like you."

"I'm not seeing her any more." I said.

"So now you're ready to be a faggot?"

I laughed. Truth was neither of us had figured out that we were gay. Sex with guys was still nothing but a phase we could give up any time we wanted. 

"I never figured that you..."

He interrupted, "...would be sucking cock? C'mon sex is sex."

He reach down and grabbed my dick through my briefs. 

We started making out. It was intense. Stealing sex in bookstores is random and though I find random fun, sex is better when the dick you're making out with is another sexy jock-type guy. I'll admit, making out with a guy on my team was really hot. I was totally in to it and he knew it but not only because of the hard wood poking him in the leg. 

Let's go up to my place. I want to eat your ass, he said and led me out of the pool. I hopped out, my boner bouncing. I was eager to get some place more private. 

Lunch w/ Mike

If you're like me, when you get a little cum in your belly, you just can't get it off of your mind and you gotta get more. That's how today was for me. I woke up with dick on my brain and went through the motions all morning until I could escape from the office and park myself at the local suck shack. I debated some over where I would look for dick today. There's a spot that is regularly visited by the hot jock types with some glory holes, but I really wasn't looking for that today. Another spot, the spot where I ended up, you pay your 10 bucks and have free run of the back room without having to feed coins or worry about some attendant walking in on you with your pants pushed to the floor and some strangers dick in your mouth. The place is really hit and miss. When it's good it's real fuckin' good and when it's bad, I leave with a sore dick after stroking it so hard in anticipation of it eventually gettin' good. Today is was real fuckin' good.

The place opens at noon and I've been the first one through the door before. I don't mind waiting. In fact I like the feeling of anticipation if I have to wait a bit. I walked in, surveyed the movies playing, and settled on a booth with some hardcore, bareback leather action happening. I stripped down to my jock and tennis shoes, piled my clothes up on the cleanest spot I could find on the floor. I had my poppers in hand and began massaging my dick as I watched some guy on the TV get fisted and blown by another guy. It never takes very long.

I always jump a little when I hear the rickety turn-style announce the entrance of another customer. The venue is set up with a theatre-style room right up front and a long hallway of individual booths adjacent to that. I had positioned myself about half way down the hallway so I could hear the sound of approaching footsteps. When the guy got closer, I drop to my knees...my signal I'm there to suck cock. I always stop guys in their tracks when the first see me. It takes a certain amount of guts to strip down in a place like this and dudes are always caught off guard when they see me. This guy was no exception.

He was kinda frumpy, mid 40's, not much of a looker. When he saw me there on the floor his hand went to his dick and he started feeling his cock through his pants. Hmm, I thought, he isn't really the kind of guy I was after...I hoped something better would soon come along.

A few minutes later I heard the turn-style welcome another man. This was was even older...late 50's or early 60's I guessed. He too was impressed with my eagerness and started to stroke his dick through his pants. This guy, however, obviously had a big piece of meat so he had my full attention. I motioned him in with my head and he closed the booth door behind him. I pawed at his pants and felt a hefty piece of dick in there. He was only too eager to oblige me with it. Thick and uncut. I was hooked. I made a move to lick the tip but he pulled away and said he only wanted to jack off. I would have been easily bored by that, but it was pretty soon made clear that he would bend the rules for me. He kept his dick right in front of my face and would tease me with it...pulling away every time I tried to make a move for it. Eventually, I got my tongue on the tip...then a little farther...and then farther. He was getting into it now too. He taunted me asking me how much I wanted his big Italian dick. Being the polite military brat, I replied "Yes Sir" to all of his inquiries...even when he asked if I wanted to eat his load.

He grabbed the back of my head and proudly fucked my face. He forcibly worked my mouth and kept telling me that my pussy mouth felt so good and that he would be giving me his load. As he approached cumin, he'd stop and pull away and then just jack off again. I would then work it back into my mouth taking great pains to first slide my dick between his cock and foreskin...he really loved that. Soon he was oozing precut and I knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. I waited until I heard his breath started to get louder and before he could pull away, I slid my arms under his legs and up to cup his ass in my palms. When he tried to pull out, I held him in place and, though he struggled, I was strong enough to keep his dick in my mouth as I brought him to climax. He was loud and kept yelling, "Oh fuck, oh fuck that's good...take it, take my load."

Mike was up next. He was positioned right outside the door when my Italian daddy zipped up and left. He grinned seeing me on my knees, my dick bouncing up out the side of my jock. "Nice" he said entering the booth without waiting for an invitation. He had me at "nice". This guy was tall, bald head, great build...I guessed in his mid 40's. He locked the door and reached down to help me to my feet. He gently but strongly pushed me against the wall and planted a kiss on my mouth. His tongue darted past my teeth and he was hell bent on sticking it down my throat. He was a decent kisser. As we made out, he started unbuttoning his shirt. As fun as this was, I wasn't sure I wanted it to continue until I reached down to cup his crotch and felt a big fatty in his slacks. He freed the beast and it bobbed out in front of me a solid 8 inches. "Fuck yes!" I thought...really just what I was after.

I managed to escape from his lip lock and position myself so that his dick was at eye level. I took a hit of poppers and started to work the end of his cock. This was a nice piece of meat and I wanted to take my time. When a guy's got a big dick, I don't like to take it all down at once. I like to make then think maybe I can' only get a third or a half of it in my mouth. Then I go for it and fuck if that always doesn't make an impression. Mike was very easily stimulated and he would get close and then pull away to keep from coming. Again I would go in and suck the head and slowly make my way down until I was throating the length of his dick and he'd again...pull away to prolong his orgasm. I edged him for nearly 40 minutes with occasional breaks during which he blew me.

We'd make out, takes turns sucking each other cocks. Finally, while we were making out and I held his rock hard boner in my hand, I looked him dead in the eyes and told him I wanted his cum. He made a noise like he was catching his breath, his eyes rolled a bit to the back of his head, and he started shooting long, hot volleys of cum all over my furry chest and abs. I had to laugh, I could feel he was close, but I didn't expect me being so direct would make him cum right there on the spot. Being the hot man that he was...he surprised me with his next move.

After the waves of pleasure shook from his body, he knelt down and started licking his load off my body. He did a really thorough job, lovingly licking up every last drop. Then he stood up and leaned in for another deep kiss...only this time he had his hot load still in his mouth. I opened my mouth and he tongued me, feeding me his load that he'd just licked up. We made out for several minutes making sure I got every bit of it. I found this so hot that I ended up shooting my load onto myself, some landing on my shoulder. Mike then licked up every last drop of my cum and savored it for himself.

The Portland

I was desperate for some cock, but it was the middle of the afternoon. Not exactly a good time to go in search of a busy glory hole. There are times these places are busy and this wasn't one of them. I pondered going to the gym, but again…not likely the usual flow of hot-bodied jocks looking to show off their chiseled physiques at this time of the day. I checked my usual list of online hookup sites and each was more pathetic than the last. What's a cocksucker to do?

Half joking, I muttered to myself that I was so freakin' horny that maybe I'd go the the seedy Portland theatre. This is one of those old, adult theaters that swingers take their wives to and push them off on other men. I wondered whether a fag like me could get in on any of that action. The thought of having to fuck a woman wasn't too off-putting but what if I couldn't get what I was really after…her husband creamy load? I decided to risk it. Chances are the place would be empty like every other sex venue and I wouldn't have to deal with it, but…when you gotta get off, your dick calls the shots.

I left my hotel and walked the couple of blocks down to the Portland. In that part of town, people walk fast and don't much try to meet your eye on the street. I was watching as I approached and only saw single guys going in…this could be better than I thought. I entered the theater. The fat man behind the ticket booth looked at me as if I were the last pork chop on Earth. 

"What can I do YOU for?" he asked and I think I threw up in my mouth a little. 

"I'm looking to get into the theater here," I said, trying not to be too cocky. 

"Usually guys don't come in by themselves," he said and added, "…usually guys bring their girl friends along, if you know what I mean?" 

"Um, yea…I know what you mean, that's why I'm here. My girl friend is meeting me here. I just arrived first." I lied but what's with the twenty questions anyway?

I paid my admission and walked down the filthy hallway to the double doors that lead to the back. When I entered, the only light in the place was coming from the movie on the screen. Old, shitty, grainy black and white movie. The only thing redeeming about it was that it was 70's porn and I think cheesy 70's porn is hilarious. It took my eyes several minutes to adjust. I could sense movement but my eyes couldn't make out anything but shadows for what seemed like forever. Once I'd become used to the dark. I started to see movement…activity. There was a heavy, reddish curtain on the wall to my left about half way down the aisle. That obviously let to some place more private. I could see a mattress raised up on a large pedestal to my right…and the rest of the room was comprised of mismatched furniture…ugly sofas, chairs and stained mattresses.

When I was able to focus on people, I began to notice that the only people here were single guys. I laughed to myself…that fat fuck didn't berate anyone else about bringing their girl friend?

As I looked around, guys were sitting spaced out, dicks in hand stroking off to the movie. There were a few guys in relatively close proximity, but they didn't appear to be cruising one another. I was wrong.

I decided I would like to take my chances behind the curtain first…after all, no sense bringing attention to myself if it turned out that fags weren't welcome!

Behind the curtain was a tiny room. No more than 5 seats crammed in an L-shape faced a TV that was so old the picture was green. When I walked in, the only guy in the room quickly covered his open pants with his sweater. From the look on his face, he was pretty close to blowing his load before I walked in on him. He was handsome…from what I could see. Nearly bald, stubbly head with a full blond bear. I couldn't really get a look at his body, but his face was cute. What kind of straight guy has that kind of look? I was almost 100% sure he was gay. One way to find out.

I turn to the TV and grab my crotch. I say something stupid about how I really like this movie and when I turn to look at the dude, he just nods. He's not looking at me, but instead is staring at my crotch which I've not stopped rubbing through my pants. I unzip and pull out my growing stuffy and start stroking it out in the open. He's fixated. I let my pants drop and now my dick is bouncing free with a full view to anyone who wanted to watch. The guy is still staring but doesn't speak. I turn to look at the TV so he can have some privacy checking me out.

"Fuck I need some head, you know what I mean? I thought there'd be some willing pussy here but…" I trail off. He still doesn't say anything but he's managed to start stroking his dick under his sweater again. I get bold. 

"You like my dick, don't you?" That gets his attention, he looks up at me but is still too paralyzed to answer. I taunt him with it. I'm rock hard now and I smack it in my palm so it make a loud crack. I then slide on over now so I'm standing in front of him, completely blocking the TV. He moans. Dead give away. 

"Don't be shy…" I let my dick bob freely in front of him and fold my arms across my chest. He licks his lips. I then say, "you need a little help?" and I reach around the back of his head with my left hand slowly and gently pull his head to my cock. He resists for a millisecond, but easily succumbs. 

He starts blowing me and immediately loses his inhibitions. He's moaning now loudly…as if he'd been starved and was now invited to a Thanksgiving dinner. He put his hands on my hips, gently pushed me back and slid down to the floor onto his knees. He sucked me good. I knew this guy would know how to give head. He was sucking me and quietly behind me out of the corner of my eye I saw the curtain move. Another dude came in and as if it were the most natural thing in the world, stood next to me to watch this dude suck my cock.

When my sucker noticed this new guy, he stopped and sat back up.

"What's the matter, faggot? This guy here wants his turn too, " I said. Neither one spoke but their eyes confirmed I had a least guessed right. The cocksucker got back on his knees and started working me again, this time with the added delight of being watched. I tugged the zipper down on my voyeur and released his big piece of meat. I stroked it in my hand and decided that this was one dick I wasn't willing to share.

The head bobbing on my cock had settled into a good rhythm and would soon make me cum if I didn't stop him. I pulled out of his face and myself got down on my knees to suck the new guy. His dick was hefty. It felt big in my hand but up close just millimeters from my nose it was a lot bigger. Took my throat a few tries to be able to accommodate the whole thing, but soon he was face fucking me good.

My cocksucker laid down on the cum-covered floor and maneuvered to be able to suck me again. The dick in my mouth started to spurt and my buddy grabbed my head with both hands and choked me ensuring that I wouldn't spill one drop. Didn't take me long to unload either. My jizz sprayed across the face of my cocksucker and the shoes of the other dude. Seems a pity to have wasted it.

I spent the next hour or so just hanging out in that small room as, one-by-one each guy eventually came in to relieve his nut. I never did see a girl grace that place. I can't imagine that one would want to, but for a seedy, public cocksucker like me…I like those dirty kind of places and the men that shoot there.

Rich (part 1)

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Going Down

I work in a very large, very conservative, financial services company. I recently paid a visit to headquarters in Manhattan. The HQ is one of the higher skyscrapers in Lower Manhattan and I usually setup camp on the 50th floor close to some colleagues I work with. Seeing all of the businessmen in their shirts and ties really gets me going. Something about being able to identify a jock's nice frame while fully clothed makes me fantasize about how exciting it would be to grab one by the tie and pull him on for a long kiss.

On one particular morning, I found myself waiting longer than usual in the lobby to catch an elevator up to 50. The people were collecting in front of the elevator doors to push in front of others that were there earlier. There was no shortage of handsome guys.

A ding directly behind me signaled the arrival of an elevator. I stepped in, pushed 50 and stepped all the way to the back. A flood of people crowded in and we were standing very close. I became aware of the guy in front of me almost immediately. Nearly bald head, masculine frame. He was impeccably dressed and smelled delicious, not sure of his cologne. I inhaled deeply to take in his essence. Shortly after the doors closed and the elevator began to rise, I felt the brush of a hand across the front of my trousers. My dick jumped at the attention. I didn't think much of it until the hand came back and this time zeroed in on my wood. There was no mistaking the fingers wrapping around my boner and giving them an intent squeeze. My initial reaction was, "what the Hell just happened?" It wasn't totally clear to me who had done it. When it happened again, I saw the hand connected to the guy standing directly in front of me. All I could see of this guy was the back of his shaved head. With him so close, I inhaled his smell and let out an approving sigh.

There were so many people crammed into this small space that no one was the wiser what was going on. He gently rocked standing in front of me which caused my dick to slide up and down the crack of his ass. I was completely hard by now and a little turned on by the fact this was all happening with someone I couldn't identify as I'd never seen his face!

When we'd reached the upper floors and people started exiting there was more space, but my elevator buddy stayed firmly glued to the front of my crotch. I had already decided that I would exit wherever this guy was getting off. On my floor, 50, the doors opened but nobody moved. The man in front of me again squeezed my cock as if to say, "don't go yet."

On 53 the guy made a move and half turned speaking directly to me, "this is us!" I smile and we exited, me close behind him.

The dude was sexy. Shaved head, stubbly blond beard and piercing blue eyes. I would totally have been in to him had I seen him first! He no longer paid any attention to me, but silently lead me into the office and down the hallway. I followed obediently. We walked all the way down the length of the hallway to the corner office. He stepped in and when I followed, he closed and locked the door behind me.

As soon as the door latched, this guy was on his knees unzipping my pants. No asking me if I wanted head. No "how do you do? What's your name?" He knew what he wanted and he was going for it. I like that in a guy. He was straight to the point. He swallowed me to the hilt right from the get-go. I felt waves of bliss wash over my body as the guy worshipped my dick. He teased the Hell out of me. Working my cock all the way to the base with his mouth, he would whimper like he'd been deprived of dick for days. Then he'd send me into convulsions by jacking my dick while he blew me...that added hand action is the quick path to my spraying his tonsils with my load. The guy was eager and he worked me intently for 20 or so minutes. Every time I would get close, he'd back off slightly so as not to rush me to orgasm. Truth be told, I would have loved him to let me cum. I left without touching myself this morning and my dick wasn't at all happy about the snub.

The only words he'd say, "Are you ready to feed me your big load?" were met with my equally short, emphatic reply, "Fuck yeah!"

He went crazy. He cupped my ass with both hands and started pistoning his face up and down the shaft of my cock. A hard, very audible cum was now inevitable. I swear I almost lost my balance as every muscle in my body started to quake. This man wanted it and he wanted it bad. I tried to maintain a bit of decorum, but my grunts grew louder as I shot volley after volley of hot jizz down this bald cocksucker's throat. I had to brace myself on this hunk's shoulders to keep from falling over.

Slowly I regained my balance, my vision and my composure. What happened next, sent my mind into sexual overdrive for the remainder of the day. My assailant stood up and unbuttoned his pants. He grabbed a handful of slobber from my cock and proceeded to dump a hefty load of his own into my briefs as they lay there circling my ankles. Staring directly into my eyes, he shot off without so much as a peep.

I had to laugh. Not a paper towel in sight, I had no choice but to button up with this studs spunk now seeping around my nuts and into the crack of my ass. We smiled. I left without thanking him, but not before using his tie to wipe off the last little bit of my cum from his chin.

The Amsterdam Box

My first recollection was that it was dark and that I couldn't move. I struggled to move my arms but restraints held my wrists in place. Further struggling would reveal restraints around my ankles, chest and forehead. "Where the fuck am I?" I wondered, half out loud.

Last I remember I was boozing it up with a handsome attorney I'd met cruising the courthouse bathrooms. We decided to grab a drink and he'd asked me whether I'd ever been to a Dungeon Party and if I knew what an Amsterdam Box was. Sure I'd been passed around at lots of leather parties but I admit the Amsterdam Box was completely foreign to me. The next thing I knew the room starts spinning and I was blacking out.

Holy shit! I've been drugged! A momentary wave of panic overcame me. I've been in sticky situations before, but to come to completely immobilized in the dark makes it harder to defend oneself should the need arise. I'm alert now and start to become aware of my surroundings.

Not only is it dark. It's pitch black. Also, I'm not in a dark room. I may be restrained but I am aware I am closely contained in a box. This revelation comes to me when I struggle to move my head and bump my nose on a flat surface directly in front of me. Wildly wiggling my fingers, I scratch a wooden surface...a wall in front of me.

Suddenly I'm awash in a wave of nausea. I can't perceive whether I am standing or lying flat and the uncertainty of it makes me dizzy. It's only when I relax and breathe that I can feel gravity and deduce that I am standing though restrained against a wall, in a box.

Again, the gravity of my situation starts to sink in and I'm feeling a bit that I may be in for more than I can handle. Then I hear snickering. Outside of the box, I'm not alone. I strive to figure out how many people are outside. Do I yell for help?

Before I have a chance to settle on my next move, a panel slides to the right in front of my face. I am blinded by what strikes me as the brightest light. A complete stranger stares at me as I wince to make out his face. I don't recognize this person. From what I can see, he's decked out in leather, has a goatee and is quite handsome. "He's coming around," he says. The attorney walks into my field of vision and looks directly in my eyes and says, "Now you'll know what it feels like to be in an Amsterdam Box." The door in front of my eyes closes shut, but another in front of my crotch opens.

I'm naked. I'm suddenly aware of this fact and find it funny it didn't dawn on me until just now. A hand reaches in and fondles my dick. I start to get hard. A hand, obviously masculine, tugs at my dick. The guy plants a kiss on the head of my cock and I throb in response. Then I feel waves of excruciating pain as the guy attaches clothes pins to my ball sack. Several clamps bite down on my nuts and waves of agony wash over me. I am almost blinded with pain and think I'm close to vomiting on myself in the box. "Aww, he doesn't like it, his boner went away," a new voice said from outside the box. I make audible sounds of

distress, but don't scream out for fear that the torture will get worse.

One by one the clamps come off, though the pain and nausea linger. Another panel opens in front of my chest and the clamps are affixed to my nipples. It's painful, but bearable compares to my nuts. My nipples are hard-wired to my dick and my bone reemerges in full force.

I feel someone go down on me. Warm, wet breathe circles my dick and is followed by a man's lips sucking my cock. I'm sure it's a dude because I can feel the tickling of his mustache on my wet shaft. I'm in pain and ecstasy in the same moment. The rhythmic sucking on my shaft keeps edging me closer and closer to climax, but just before the point of no return, the cocksucker eases off and leaves me hanging. "Let me suck it," another one says and then another, and another. Mouth after mouth take turns on my pole. Some are experts, some rake me with their teeth, but I am helpless to protest.

I hear another panel slide open but I am momentarily unaware of its location. A lubed up finger pushes into my ass but only long enough to leave some grease in my hole. A hard dick pushes against my shitter and the little bit of slickness makes it easy for this man to enter my butthole.

I can't fucking move. Instinctively I want to bend forward to provide more direct access to my ass, but I am rigidly bound to standing straight up in this box. A mouth expertly sucks my dick while some guy invades my guts. I feel weak having to maintain this position, but I've no choice.

Mouth after mouth worked my dick and I blew several loads that night. Similarly, dicks took turns polluting my ass with loads of hot spunk which ran down my legs. When I was eventually extracted from the box, I was exhausted and sore from head to toe. A troll-like Dungeon Master named Dave was the man kind enough to release me. He owned the house where the party was held and the Box was kept. He rubbed my muscles and aches a little before helping me to a shower where I could clean up and poop out

what felt like a gallon of jizz from my ass.

Where did you find this amazing box I finally asked? The answer was Amsterdam, as you probably have guessed. How long was I in there? "Close to 4 hours," he replied. "It felt like longer," I said which I guess happens when you're almost totally sensory deprived.

I wish I'd gotten to blow some of these guys, I mumbled to myself. "Oh you will, we've another party on Friday and then fresh meat will be in the Box." I almost wished it were me.