Steve stepped back, out of reach. "For various reasons, that is not possible". He seemed almost sad. "But I am flattered and touched by your willingness," he paused, "And I have an idea. How would you feel about taking a turn at the glory hole? Sucking off any prick that comes your way? The pay isn't great the first time, but really, who does it for the money?" He laughed at that. "I certainly don't."
"Me? In the glory hole?" Roger asked incredulously, "I don't think... I mean, how would I...? What would I...?" Roger trailed off in thought, then looked up again. "Do you think I could? I don't really know the first thing about giving blow jobs."
Steve laughed. "You have a penis, right?" He winked. "You do, and a nice one I might add."
"Well yes...", and he blushed in response.
"You know those things I do to you to get you off quickly?" Steve asked rhetorically, "The tight lips, the tongue at the base of the head, well, just think about what you like and what works, and then do that for someone else. Really, you're kind of already an expert." He continued, "And if all else fails, just stick to the frenulum."
"The what?"
Steve sighed. "The frenulum. The pleasure spot?" He stepped forward and reached down towards Roger's boxers as Roger flinched. "Really? I can suck it, but I can't touch it?" He pushed the waistband down and pulled Roger's still slightly erect penis out, flicking his thumb over the fleshy spot where the shaft meets the head. "Roger? Meet your frenulum. You should be best friends." Steve laughed as he felt Roger's cock begin to stiffen slightly and tucked it away back in his boxers. "It's too bad you can't practice on yourself. What I wouldn't give..."
"Hmmm," despite just having been sucked off, Roger felt himself getting hard again. "I did taste cum, so I know what that's like," he offered.
"Yours, or someone else's?" Steve shot back. "Yours is about as good as it gets." He sighed, checking his watch. "Come by the hole tomorrow, 1:00, you can see how you like it." He turned to go, and looked back at the door, "Bring a full bottle of water. Sucking cock is thirsty work," and he laughed as he walked out the door.
An hour later found Roger straining as he tried in vain to reach his cock with his mouth, or his mouth with his cock. He ended up on his back with his hips over his head, cock just out of reach. Even if he extended his tongue, the best he could do was get himself maddeningly within a half inch. He jerked himself off like that and was able to catch all the cum in his mouth. He decided he liked the taste, but didn't know what to do with it and ended up spitting it out in the sink. He wondered how long he would have to keep stretching to be able to at least lick the head.
Roger had no idea what proper workplace attire was for a glory hole. He opted for sturdy pants with good knees and a t-shirt and headed out, arriving a few minutes before 1:00, twenty four ounce bottle of water ready to go. He told the woman at the gate he was there to work with Steve. She lowered her glasses and peered at him over the rims. "Uh huh." She produced a clipboard with papers on it. "Read this, and sign at the bottom."
The papers just outlined the risks, and you acknowledged you understand and hold the proprietors blameless. Seemed straightforward, he thought as he signed, eager to get inside. After handing back the clipboard she instructed him to head back through a door until he found 6A, that would be where his stall was.
He had walked almost the entire width of the site before finally reaching his door, and unsure what to do, he knocked. Very shortly the door swung open, and he was greeted by an obese woman who flashed him a toothless grin. "You must be Roger," she observed as she reached out and pulled him in. "Steve will not shut up about you." She lowered her voice, "You'll have to let me take a crack at you, you have no idea what you're missing."
Steve walked up. "Hey Roger, I see you've met Nell." He raised his hand as if to speak behind it with mock privacy, "Word on the streets is she sucks."
Nell laughed, "I think that goes for all of us, it's kinda the point, am I right?" She looked at Roger. "No teeth, think about it," and walked back to her little cubicle, or stall as they called them.
"You're going to get all kinds," Steve offered. "Big, small, thin, thick, hairy and hairless, dirty and clean. Some will be nice, like yours," and he winked at him, "and some will be foul. Just get them off as quickly as you can and wait for the next one. You might go for an hour with nothing, and then several in a row. Stay relaxed, stay focused, and try not to gag." He looked at him seriously. "You're going to gag; it's inevitable. If you must vomit, do it quickly and get back at it. Learning to relax your throat will be key, but you'll have to experience that for yourself."
Roger looked at him blankly, fidgeting with the hard on pressing against his pants. "Where do I go?"
"Here, this is your stall. You've got a stool, and the table is if you want to lie down and either take it in the ass or you can just face the hole and let them fuck your face. He mimed placing his face against the hole with an open mouth. Just use the stool for now until you get used to things." He watched as Roger walked in and placed the stool in front of the large hole roughly 3 feet above the floor. "You can take your clothes off too if you want. It can get a bit messy and there's no reason you can't pleasure yourself, as long the clients come first." He looked at Roger expectantly, "Get it? Cum first?"
"Don't give up your day job," Nell advised from the next stall over.
"And now you wait." Steve had a book in his hand and settled down in his stall and started to read. Roger looked around more carefully as he removed his pants. He folded them neatly and placed them on his shoes. He pulled a provided box of tissues closer to his stall, and took a swig of water, figuring he needed to keep his mouth moist. This was not what he expected. He figured by now he'd have been presented with a circumcised, hairless straight penis. This was almost disappointing.
He saw movement outside his hole, and figured it was go time, but nothing happened and then he heard Nell let out an appreciative whistle as the floor creaked and she shifted her weight to start servicing her client. He heard a groan from outside and figured someone was enjoying their gum job. He listened to the sounds coming from beside him, and after the man had yelled "Fuck" several times, all was quiet.
A few minutes later, Roger was presented with his first cock. He froze momentarily, confronted with the reality of what he was about to do, but he slid the stool closer, and using his hand, guided the warm cock into his mouth. He pushed his face forward and remembered to pull his teeth back as he felt the smooth skin sliding past his lips. Using his tongue, he felt along the underside of the shaft and realized there wasn't much taste. So far so good. He was curious how much he could take and kept moving forward as his lips grew closer to the bush of hair at the base.
That's when he felt the head bob against the top of his throat. As promised, gagging was the first reaction that he had, but he found he could suppress it. He slowly pulled his face back and felt the cock receding from his mouth until the flared crest of the head was pushing against his lips from the inside. He could do this.
Using his tongue he firmly swirled it on the head with special attention to the sensitive underside. He thought about what would really get himself off quickly, and began sucking on the head too, pulling the blood further toward the engorged head making it swell further. The cock's owner had pressed himself fully against the hole, which Roger took as a good sign, as he continued to do the same thing accompanied by moans and the occasional grunted profanity.
He tried to mix it up a little, suddenly pushing his tight lips up the shaft, and pushing the cock hard against the roof of his mouth, making for a tight channel. He let the cock slide just to the point where he felt he was going to gag and then pulled his head back. He would do this rapidly a dozen times and then return to suctioning the head and massaging it with his tongue.
He didn't think he'd been doing this very long, and he was starting on another round of the rapid mouth fucking when he heard the guy yell "Oh fuck," and could literally feel the cock begin to tense up as he pulled his head back a little and warm, thick, saltiness suddenly filled his mouth. He was unprepared and the first blast exploded at the back of his throat. He could feel himself start to gag but fought it and managed to use his tongue to coax the still squirting cock and stop the blasts from going further to simply pool in his mouth.
He didn't find the taste bad, slightly salty, not altogether pleasant, but not terrible. The texture and consistency were what he was surprised at. The whole experience reminded him of eating oysters at the beach, something he did not have fond memories of.
