I spend a lot of time working from home on the small consulting business that I had started, nearly 60 hours a week and I do not have much time for a social life. Not that I really cared because for most of my life, I have been a recluse and had absorbed myself into learning everything there was to know about computers from doing simple home pc builds for friends and family all the way up to what I am doing now, software designing and support.
Like I said, it does not give me any time to socialize but it sure keeps my bank account more than full enough to pay my living expenses with plenty left over for any hobbies and to help out my poor widowed Mother.
While I was in college, my Dad had died suddenly, at the age of forty-five, leaving my Mom with barely enough money to cover a few small debts and nothing left for her to pay off their mortgage. My Dad was not the best financial planner went it came to retirement and life insurance so he really left Mom in quite the pickle.
Fortunately, I was close to graduation with a job lined up and Mom was able to get by for the time being with what little Dad had left and the part time job she was able to get at the local grocery store. Unfortunately, when she fell and hurt her back trying to do some work at home, she ended up losing that part time work but, by then I had money coming in, was able to start helping her out as much as I could.
Now, at the ripe age of twenty five and not having a social life with my workaholic ass always being buried in projects, I spent the little free time I had at one of the local adult shops just on the outside edge of town. It was a decent place that was very discreet when it came to their clients so I was never really uncomfortable going there.
I became friends with the owner and did a few computer software upgrades for him, improving his system there at the shop and in turn, he let me know about the secret rooms that were in the back, one being a "massage" room where "happy endings" are given and the other was just a small room, not much bigger than a closet with a glory hole built in one of the walls.
The owner, Al, told me that since I had done the work on his computer system, he would cover the first few visits to the secret rooms but the girls that worked there were contracted, so I would have to pay after that. I thought about it and since I had yet to have sex of any type, I decided to take him up on his offer.
I really was not into getting the "massages" as he called it because I did not like the idea of having sexual intercourse with some nasty looking street hooker, and especially not having a clue as to what to do with a woman sexually.
Now, I had never seen the girls that worked the massage room, but I envisioned them being a trashy like worn out porn star, but the idea of getting a blowjob through the gloryhole did not seem to bother me since I did not have to see who was giving it to me on the other side nor did I have to perform other than sticking my dick through the hole. I know, call me weird, well because I am weird.
The first time I went into the gloryhole room, I was a little apprehensive at first but relaxed after a few minutes getting inside. The room was not very big but it had an easy chair in there with a large screen TV on one of the walls with various porn scenes constantly being played, then on the side there was the gloryhole with a stool beside it.
I sat down and watched the porn that was playing on the TV and in no time at all, my dick was getting hard and straining to get out of my jeans. I quickly unzipped my fly and pulled out my dick and slowly began to stroke my foreskin back and forth until I was completely hard.
I wish I could say that the all the girls were impressed with my cock, but as I said, I never had the fortune to be with any as I was terribly shy all throughout high school and college, remaining one of the last twenty five year old virgins on the planet. One things for sure, when I did meet a girl, I am sure she was going to be impressed with my thick, nine and a half inch uncut cock.
