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23 year old Peter hated his corporate office job. His boss made his life a living hell and his coworkers were no better. He finally exited the office at 8pm, despite having gotten there at 8am. He was spent and emotionally drained, but he wasn't going home quite yet.
There was only one thing that could help him decompress and ease his stress, and tonight he needed it bad. He dropped to his knees in the booth. He was fully nude, for some reason that made him feel dirtier. He heard the door open on the other end and hoped to god it wasn't another another confused cocksucker going in the wrong side. He'd been that person before, he understood, but he was hungry.
Peter put two fingers through the hole, beckoning the anonymous individual on the other side forward. Before long, a semi-erect cock poked through. He sighed in relief as he took the head in his mouth. He liked going hands free at first. He figured that the guy on the other side liked it too.
He moaned to himself as he wet the dick and started accepting it into his throat. He was gripping the shaft now, slightly stroking it as be bobbed his head. He'd been coming here for a year and a half now and was pretty good. He had lost track of how many blowjobs he'd given, but it had to be well over two hundred.
Peter knew the guy was close. He was disappointed it would be over so soon, but he didn't draw it out. He knew the guy wanted to cum and he respected that more than anything. He took him all the way, his face rubbing against the curves in the hole in the wall as a hot load flew down his throat.
A muted "thanks" came from the other side as the cock withdrew. Peter didn't answer, he never did. He had grown considerably less cautious since he started doing this, but he still feared that someone would recognize his voice.
His own dick was hard, but he wouldn't touch it til he got home. Giving blowjobs was always better when he was hard as fuck. Plus, he was up for more.
The door clicked open on the other side and the situation replayed with a new cock. By the time he left, he had sucked four in total, which wasn't bad for a Thursday. He felt better already, forgetting all about work as he jacked his dick in bed while watching j/o vids.
After cleaning up, he settled in for bed and perused his usual sites. They were talking about him again. The one mysterious cocksucker who frequented the video store on 9th Street. Peter was somewhat of an unknown legend on these boards. He was good and could get guys off faster than their girlfriends and wives could.
He was a little unnerved about the fame. He didn't want to be exposed. Still, it flattered him and kept him, and them, coming back for more. He never interacted on these sites. He just lurked, soaking up the praise.
Peter was a cowardly cocksucker due to his religious upbringing. He had wanted to try it for as long as he remembered, but was too timid to go through with it. So, he simply fantasized a lot until he moved to the city for work. His apartment was just a few blocks from a sex store.
He recalled how he had looked into the place, learning about the glory holes, all the reviews talking about how discreet it was. The first two times he visited, he chickened out. But on the third, with a little liquid courage, he had gone through with it. It was everything he imagined it would be and he was hooked.
He had visited many times since. It was his stress reliever. But not only that, it was simply his favorite thing to do. Some guys had sports and video games, Peter had sucking cock. He had friends. He'd go out for drinks from time to time. They all assumed he was gay, but no one brought it up.
His record was ten in one day. It was a Saturday, and he just hung out there most of the day, dicking around on his phone between visitors. But, most of the time he kept it to 2-3 per visit. With the exception of the city's sex workers, he probably sucked more cock than anyone else in the city, maybe the state?
He had been propositioned for more many times, offered money to go to hotels, asked if he took it in the butt. He'd simply put his finger through the hole and signal no. No one really pushed it.
Anal was something he really wanted to try, but was scared to do put himself out there. He fantasized about it sometimes in fits of extreme horniness, but never put anything up there. It seemed like a waste to him. He didn't suck dildos before graduating to cock. It was the real thing or bust. That's just how he was.
In any event, outside of the 12 hour day, Peter was annoyed and anxious about a business trip next he week he was being forced to go on with his boss, Wilson. Wilson was 55 with graying hair but still in great shape. A real Alpha type blowhard who shouted orders and criticism and never let up.
He wasn't really any different from any other macho in blowhard corporate boss, but this was the only one Peter had experience with. He made Peter uncomfortable with his abrasive style and insistence on putting his hand on Peter's shoulder and looking him directly in the eye when they spoke.
Peter did find him attractive and fantasized more than once about sucking him. Hell, he'd fantasized about most of the guys in the office one time or another. Still, his Wilson ones were hottest. Just something about how he made him feel.
He had absolutely no expectation or hope anything would happen. Deep in the closet, he feared it! Plus, seperate hotel rooms. They weren't even sitting together on the plane. That asshole was gonna be riding first class while Peter was in coach.
The next day was equally grueling but he made it through. Knowing he'd be out of town next week and not knowing the "scene" of the city they would be in, Peter gave twelve blowjobs over the weekend. He would have happily given more, but it was slow.
The chaffuered ride to the airport and subsequent flight were awkward but bearable. Wilson exchanged pleasantries with Peter but banged on his laptop and took calls the entire time. Peter was simply there in an assistant capacity.
They checked into their rooms and almost immediately booked into a full day of meetings at corporate HQ. It was incredibly tedious and filled with corporate jargon and passion that Peter couldn't care less about. Still, he diligently took notes, produced statistics when asked, and chimed in when appropriate.
Peter's research into the "scene" here had been disappointing. This state was a lot less open minded than his. The boards and sites he frequented referenced a big hook up culture, and the sex shop reviews all made reference to boothes being removed after some city ordinance passed. It was going to be a long week. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he went that long.
He was pretty wiped by the end of the day. He casted some j/o vids to the hotel tv and laid around naked, stroking aimlessly as he watched cock after cock cum. Peter, surprisingly, didn't care for blowjob porn. He had no interest in watching someone else do what he wanted to do. It was pointless. Still, in the absence of being able to suck one, he loved watching a guy solo go from soft to hard and then blowing his load everywhere. He'd heard this was the type of porn chicks really got into and he understood completely.
It was around 9.30 pm when his phone chimed. It was Wilson, telling him, not asking, to come to his room with his laptop to go over tomorrow's agenda. Peter considered pretending to be asleep but knew Wilson would come knocking like an asshole.
Sighing as he turned off his videos, he got dressed and took the elevator to Wilson's floor. On the ride up, his phone buzzed again.
- Pete, stepping out for fw mins. Door propped opn. Get Q3 stats plld up.
Peter rolled his eyes at the boomerish and unnecessary abbreviations. Did this guy not have auto correct?
As promised, the door was propped open. Peter planted himself in a chair and got the docs open.
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Wilson had perversions of his own. Funnily enough, he had stopped by the sex shop many times and gotten his cock polished by Peter. Both were oblivious to their already intimate history.
