Ben played a lot of team sports when he lived with me, and every once in a while, the team would travel for away games. I almost always was able to make it, which I enjoyed because I got out to support my cousin, and he always ended up staying in my room as kind of a flex that he didn't have to share with one of his teammates; plus the other benefits that came along with being alone with each other. But there was one time when something came up with work, and I wasn't going to be able to make it.
I dropped him off to meet up with his teammates so they could get going to their destination and went back home. I fired up my laptop to get the details of the project that was keeping me from traveling that weekend, and I read the e-mail that was postponing the project until the following month. Figures.
I checked airfare for the destination of Ben's game and it was ridiculously expensive to just hop on a plane a few hours after the team just to spend the weekend to catch the game and fly back. I sent Ben a text to let him know my project got pushed back, but that airfare was crazy expensive, and I apologized for missing his game. He responded with, "No worries. It'll be the first time I'll be able to sit right in weeks, but don't worry. You can wreck it as soon as I get back."
"I'm already looking forward to it. Good luck," I responded.
With my weekend now free, and no one to do, I started browsing some hookup sites. I had never actually met up with someone in real life. I usually just beat off to the thought of fucking a stranger and then going home, no strings attached. I came across a listing for a glory hole that wasn't too far from me. At first, I thought to myself, "Nah, that's weird. I don't wanna stick my dick in a hole and have a complete stranger suck me off." But then, the more I thought about it, the more it intrigued me. I put it to the back of my mind for the time being and went to poke around in Ben's room.
The best way I could think to describe his room is "organized chaos." Sports equipment all over the place, random piles of clothes, and even the "clothes chair." You know, not clean, but not dirty enough to wash yet.
I got undressed in his room and then started to put together an outfit from the clothes all around the room. I decided on a black jockstrap, mismatched ankle socks (one black one and one white one -- same style, though), a pair of jeans, a polo shirt, and a pair of high-top Jordans.
I went back out to the living room to relax and watch TV, but the thought of the gloryhole kept persisting in the back of my mind. I pulled my phone out and looked at it again. 10:00 PM, and the location wasn't that far away. Maybe a ten-minute drive.
Thinking about how I'm 100% wearing Ben's clothes and the thought of getting my dick sucked by some rando was making me hard. I looked at the time, and it was barely 5:00.
I went back into Ben's room after a while and started rummaging through his drawers. I knew he had one in there somewhere. After a few minutes of searching, I found it. A silicone cock ring. I reached down the front of my pants and slipped it on over my dick and balls. I adjusted it to where it was so comfortable, it didn't feel like I was wearing it at all. My dick started to grow, and I tucked it down so my bulge filled the pouch of Ben's jockstrap. I opened my pants and admired my package in the mirror.
I went back to the living room and pulled out my laptop to rub one out. Surely that would get the idea of a glory hole out of my head. I found some good porn and started stroking through the zipper of the jeans I borrowed from Ben. I pulled the jockstrap to the side and had my meat out. It looked a lot like a glory hole. Then, before I knew it, I was looking up glory hole porn. I think the decision was already made, and I didn't want to admit it.
I closed my laptop, stuffed my junk back in my pants, and adjust the jockstrap so everything was tucked away, and decided to go for a walk.
I don't know how long I had been walking, and it was starting to get dark so I turned around to go home. As I was walking back up to my place, I saw my car and I checked the time.
"Fuck it," I said to myself. "I can go get dinner and see how I feel about this stupid glory hole after."
So, I went to have dinner, nothing fancy, and I scrolled on my phone, and I ended up back on the advertisement for the gloryhole. It got updated. "If this is up, it's open." I decided to go check it out.
I got in my car and made my way over there.
When I got to the address, it was for an adult bookstore. I had actually been there a few times to get toys, chastity cages, butt plugs, etc. I had never been in the booths before. They had these booths where you could watch movies for a few bucks. I went all the way to the end, but the one at the end was occupied. The one next to it wasn't, so I went in to try and figure out what I was supposed to do. When I got in, I saw a hole in the wall that connected to the first booth I tried to go into. It was about the size of an apple at waist height. I picked a movie to start playing, pulled my dick out, and started fondling. It was pretty dark in the booth, but I saw movement coming from the hole. It looked like there was a piece of cloth covering it from the other side. I used my phone's screen as a light and I could see a mouth on the other side of the hole.
Now, these booths weren't super sturdy. They were a step above public bathroom partitions. The doors were full-length, and they closed, but I'm sure they could be unlocked from the outside.
Again, I said, "Fuck it" to myself and stuck my dick through the hole. Immediately, I felt the soft, warm sensation of a mouth start sucking on my dick. I kind of watched the porn I rented at the same time, but I started to focus more on this hole. I got closer to the wall, pressed all the way up against it, and put my balls through the hole, too. I felt the mouth go down as far as he could, and then he licked and sucked my balls, and then went back to sucking my dick.
Just as I was getting close to finishing, he did this thing with his tongue where he swirled the tip of his tongue around the head of my penis, and tried to deepthroat as best as he could with a wall in the way, all while fondling my balls.
He started focusing just on my dick, and I blew a big, hot load in his mouth. I could feel him sucking, and I could hear him swallowing. It felt amazing. When he took his mouth off, I pulled out of the hole and used some paper towels to clean myself up.
Then I heard a voice come from the hole, "How does it feel to be my first?"
"Dillon?" I asked in surprise.
I tucked my junk in, zipped up, and got out of the booth. I waited in the hallway, but he didn't come out. I got my phone out of my pocket and called him. Moments later, I could hear the buzzing of his cell phone coming from the booth that just sucked me off. I went back into my booth and spoke into the hole. "Get out here! Let's go!"
He came out of his booth, with a look of embarrassment on his face.
"Come on. We'll talk in the car," I said.
He walked to the front of the store without saying a word and went outside. I followed him, unlocked my car, and we both got in.
"Holy shit, dude! What are you doing? Why aren't you at the away game?"
"I got benched for academic probation," Dillon said.
"Okay, and you think sucking dick is going to fix that? Where does everyone think you are?" I asked.
"My mom thinks I'm at the game. She doesn't know," Dillon responded.
"Where are you staying until the team gets back?" I asked suspiciously.
"I don't know," Dillon said. "I haven't gotten that far yet."
"Okay, well. You're obviously staying with me. Where's your stuff?" I asked.
"Oh, I put it under some boxes behind the store. It's just a backpack and a duffel bag with my team gear," Dillon said.
I started the car and drove around to the back of the store. Dillon got out, grabbed his stuff, tossed it in the back seat, and got back in.
"Fucking hell, bro... Thanks for the head, but this isn't you," I said.
"I thought that dick looked familiar," Dillon said with a smirk.
"It's not funny!" I admonished. "You could've gotten hurt or caught something. Was I really your first? Do I need to get tested?" I asked.
"You were the first," Dillon said earnestly.
"Tonight or ever?" I asked suspiciously.
"Ever! I swear!" Dillon exclaimed.
For whatever stupid reason, I believed him. We talked on the way back to my place, and apparently, this was the first game he had been benched from, and he didn't want to tell his parents, so he just acted like he was going with the team to the away game. He didn't know what to do, and he figured he could hang out in the booth for a while so long as he kept renting movies and he got himself so worked up, that he talked himself into being a glory hole. The reason he moved up the time was because he was starting to lose his nerve.
"What the hell were YOU doing at a glory hole?" Dillon asked me.
