This story is a part of a short series of stories following James a forty-something straight married man who has developed a love of cock sucking. Other stories are based on true events. This is what he would like to do; visit a gloryhole.
It's a story about the protagonist setting up multiple scenarios to fulfil his urge while on a week-long business trip.
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SEEDING AND GERMINATION
Five years ago James turned his more kinky thoughts to the subject of sucking cock. In some respects, he was a late starter. He loved his wife, Laura who he met at University 25 years ago.
At first, it was her sexual mind that meant they hit it off. Sex was easy, frequent and hot.
She was a very oral partner giving him superb head many times a week for several years while they finished their degrees.
After graduating they married and continued, as is rather typical of young married couples, frequent sex.
After their daughter was born, James tried to keep and expand their sexual horizons. He loved Laura's mouth and her super sensual blow job lips and he would buy super red lipstick and lip gloss if he was passing a department store only for it to be deposited on his cock later that week.
James would watch her at her bedroom dressing table lean in and carefully apply the deep red lipstick then paint the top coat of gloss.
This act alone gave him a hard and attentive cock.
With the ritual complete, she would waste no time in engulfing his cock and extracting his semen.
It was a thrill for James if she decided to share this load with him carefully bringing her lips, smeared with lipstick up to his, then slowly kissing then parting her mouth for their tongues and his cum to flow.
This act seeded in James an idea that germinated and grew over several years.
He considered himself to be a fully straight man.
But the idea of what it would be like to suck cum and swallow cum was made.
This eventually happened some five years ago now.
And it formed an urge for James to meet men to suck cock and swallow semen.
James had become rather hungry.
It wasn't enough. He wanted more.
More cock. More cum. More frequently.
James's favourite porn was gloryhole porn.
But it was, in keeping with his mostly hetero behaviour, straight gloryhole porn.
This was mostly American made porn with some German and some Spanish.
And he found the best to be an amateur woman being enticed to be filmed giving head to strangers.
The cameraman was either her husband or a pornographer who set her up in the gloryhole with a string of cocks to suck off.
One memorable scene was a MILF named "Heather" who in her first time sucked off eight strangers through the gloryhole.
This idea hit James squarely.
But living in the UK, there was not anything like an opportunity as that on screen.
James left it to fantasy.
A year later James was asked to present a paper at a conference in Phoenix. His scientific career had gone moderately well and he became an expert in a niche field.
He'd been to this conference several times in the last ten years and knew the drill. Four days of presentation in a nice hotel interspersed by eating and drinking.
It never occurred to James at the time the opportunity that presented itself.
It took a particular torrid dream for his subconscious to bring it to him.
He dreamt of cocks and being coated in semen until he spluttered awake in the night.
Laura slept next to him snoring gently.
He had an incredibly hard cock and felt his balls tense.
He had to relieve himself so James went to the spare room, wanked his cock and relieved his substantial load in total silence.
In the morning, James buzzed almost breathless that this once in a lifetime opportunity had come.
Alone in his home office that day he let his mind wander at the possibilities. He watched nearly an hour of gloryhole porn of his favourite: married women sucking off strangers.
"That's going to me," James said out loud almost as a commitment to himself, "I'm going to suck lots and lots of random cocks and swallow their cum. I will spend a whole night on my knees in the gloryhole."
Elation.
James's orgasm was intense.
He liked his 6.5 uncut inches that packed a powerful force when worked up both in volume and distance.
James just let his cock erupt and it gushed over his naked chest and reached his face.
Panting, he felt his semen running down his cheek, and over his top lip. He let his tongue savour it noticing the copious load on his abdomen and let his forefinger get coated before bringing it to his mouth and sucking it in.
PLANNING THE ACT
The six weeks passed and the trip had arrived.
In the week before, James made sure to locate the various adult book stores in the area of his hotel.
To see and know these were there for him settled him. He felt calm.
The 14-hour inbound flight from London to Phoenix via Dallas was tedious but was a lot better for being able to turn left on boarding.
James's thoughts were not at all on the paper he was due to present.
It was on his freedom to explore his cock sucking sexuality.
He had spent those thoughts on wondering what would happen. Practicalities like how to get to the store. Imagining the moment when he would enter. How he would navigate the booths.
Should he strip naked in the booth? Was there any limit to the types of cock he would take?
Or the number?
"Could I suck 8 cocks on my first, as Heather did?"
The conference hotel was vast and comfortable.
His room, a suite with more space than was decent.
"What's a guy to do?" James muttered as he sprawled on the bed after a full day of travel.
He kept to his preference to stay awake until he could no more.
After a decent steak, some wine, James decided to get rest.
Tomorrow night would be his first foray to the adult book store ten blocks south of the hotel.
Later that night, James awoke.
As normal from travelling over it was only 3 am.
"Bollocks," he whispered to himself.
Watching the clock for a while he decided to do some more research on cock talent in the Phoenix Metro area.
He browsed Craigslist personals to see what was available.
There were hundreds of posts; James would have to be selective.
Narrowing down on other married men with his particular interests turned up 26 with 9 active recently.
This was good news.
Maybe he could draw on this pool of talent in a couple of evenings...
James then browsed the pages of his favourite erotic story archive looking for stories about men emerging to a world of anonymous blowjobs.
There were so many.
