When I got home I threw Jack's phone number in the garbage next to my desk. It was fun but I still liked the anonymity of the gloryhole, though I continued to think about the theater for the next few days.
Three guys. Three sets of hands roaming my body. Three cocks. Three loads of cum. The allure was undeniable. Still, I felt it was too.....personal. I mean...they followed me out to my fucking car!!!
The following Wednesday I was free and returned to the gloryhole. It was my comfort zone, my safe place, as they'd call it today.
I got my tokens, went to my booth, and just sat back and enjoyed the bad audio and seedy smells. A few minutes passed before I got a visitor in the next booth. In no time I was on my knees slurping on a nice cock.
Soon followed by another. Then another. And another. It was a busy night.
It was different this time though. After I swallowed I found myself curious about who was on the other side. What did they look like? Were they older or younger? Blue collar or white collar? Slim, fat, or somewhere in between?
I sat on my heels and watched them pull up their pants through the hole. A construction worker. A landscaper. An office worker. Different ages. They were all decent looking. I felt a sense of pride knowing I'd helped them relieve their stress and had brought them some pleasure.
I got a little break and was considering heading home when the door in the booth next to me opened. I smiled. "Ok," I told myself. "Just one more."
An interesting thing happens when you're a regular at a gloryhole. The cocks begin to look familiar. Repeat customers, you could say. And the cock that slid through the hole had definitely been in my mouth several times before.
