Here I was, just arrived in a new city to spend a few days. In a moment of curiosity – or weakness, or I don't really know what – I opened up a cruising app on my phone, and read about a local adult store that actually still had glory holes. And I was hooked. I knew I was going to find it and explore. It had been a long time since I had been someplace where I knew there was the possibility anonymously sucking dick. Years, as a matter of fact. But tonight, the wait was ended.
Things had changed since the days of Adult bookstores. There was barely any printed matter to be found anywhere in the building! A few magazines – but nowhere near the quantities I remember seeing. Used to be entire sections devoted to every sort of interest, from simple nudes to masturbation to couples and groups, fetishes, gay, lesbian – it used to be where you would wander to get a sense of who else was in the building. The guys who made their way over to the gay section were either there looking for cock, or looking to attract the cocksuckers. The occasional woman in the building caused the atmosphere in the place to change. It got weird!
But now there was really no place to loiter and scope out the other customers. But then, there weren't any other customers when I walked in. Just a salesgirl offering to be helpful, dressed in a way that drew full attention to her ample boobs. She made sure to lean over the counter and used her arms to get under that rack and show it off. "Let me know if there's anything you need, okay?"
"I will." I said.
After once around the store, checking out the selection of lifelike dildos and cocks, I made my way to the video rooms. The hallway display showed about 30 channels of material; everything from all male, to male and she-male (I felt my cock twitch), girl on girl, guy on girl, and guys on girl. I obviously had a good selection to pick from. Then I went down the first hallway of booths, opening doors of unoccupied booths, looking for that magic cutout.
I found a couple of small holes – but I knew I could barely fit through them, let alone anyone of any size, so I kept looking. And found the one at the end with a major cutout that looked like it had be professionally installed! Not a hastily cut hole with the edges smoothed by duct tape, but a metal plate with an elongated oval that could fit the largest guy I'd seen. That gave me pause, and when I looked further around the booth there were metal handles above shoulder height – someone had set this one up who knew what they were doing!
I stepped in and closed the door behind me, locking it. I fed in a coujple of singles to get things started. It was obvious the management knew what went on – there were tissues boxes in all the booths I looked in, and two in this one! I turned off the sound and began flipping through channels. There wasn't a cock smaller than 8 inches on the screen in any channel – enough to give one a complex! I started to get hard watching two big guys spit roasting a twink and watched a bit before moving on. The next channel showed a circle of big cocks shooting cum all over a dude on his knees. My cock kept growing harder.
Then a series of lesbian flicks, followed by she-males. No visitor in the next booth yet, so I keep going. The one that caught my attention was the white girl done airtight by three enormous black cocks. I had now pulled out my six inches and was slowly stroking when the lighting changed next door. I sat down to look through the hole. A tight pair of jeans appeared, with the zipper about the right height for the cutout. It took a minute for him to get his money in, and I used that time to add to mine. When I turned back to the hole, the jeans were down at his knees and there was a nice bulge showing in his tighty whiteys. I made my move.
I put two fingers on the bottom of the hole, far enough into his booth so he couldn't miss them. I left them there and waited, and soon was reward with those briefs falling to his knees and the shadowy image of a hard cock visible. He turned to face me and slowly fed it through the hole.
There it was. My first cock in a long time. It was a sight to see. A large head with a deep pee slit, a long, thick body, and just on the other side of the barrier I could see his balls. I knelt down, reached through to cup them and bent forward for my first mouthful of cock in years. I inhaled the musky aroma as I got closer and I remembered that smell. With his balls now on my side of the wall, I used one hand to gently roll them around, another to grab hold of that fuck stick and stroke and used my tongue to lick all around the head as if it were an ice cream cone. I heard a gasp on his side of the wall.
"It's gonna get a lot better in a minute" I muttered. Then I opened my mouth and took the whole head of his still swelling cock in my mouth. I treated it like a piece of candy, savoring the saltly tang, delighting in the heat of it, the spongy feel of it. I remembered how much I loved sucking cock and thought about what a jerk I'd been for resisting so long.
I could hear the sounds of the video in his room – he'd tuned into something with a very vocal women and a bunch of men. I didn't care what he was watching as long as it got him hard. And, thinking about it, the noise in his booth left me free to be as noisy as I needed to be. With that, I opened wider and began to work that stiff prick deeper into my mouth and to the back of my throat. Could I still do it? Could I still open my throat and take his cock? I had at least four more inches – maybe more – to work with. With my tongue still working, I held him there and calmed myself, and concentrated on relaxing (I know, it sounds like a contradiction) my throat. And slowly he cock moved past that gag point and my nose was now jammed into his pubes. I heard a deep moan that had to be him, and then he started to fuck my face. This was what I had missed. Being a cum receptacle for a big cock – fastening myself to the end of it with one purpose – to have him cum hard and drain his balls.
