ANOTHER GLORYHOLE STORY By Mike Austin nasstop@yahoo.com
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Early July; hot, pasty with humidity that clings to the hair on your head, arms, chest, legs... Across the street is the parking lot that supports The Triangle Bar and this workhorse of a sometimes sideshow, and always sex studio, The Triangle Video and Shop. Jake Wade is the Bar manager and his brother Jack manages the video shop. They are both minor owners in the pair of establishments, and beyond tips, they both get all and more sex than they can handle. Even though 2 years apart, Jake at 39 and Jack at 37, both men are as versatile beings as can be imagined. Both have black hair, sapphire blue eyes and 8" dicks, that are vascular, cut and thick, and with a pair of balls that hang just right for feeling and brewing. Guys that get either brother in the sack or the head, aren't disappointed. They both are runners, have been since junior high school and stick with their routines each day; usually meeting up midway between their small bungalows in the 1920s section that is renowned for being the Gay Culture center, for at least a mile run M-F and sometimes more on the weekends, depending on the prior night's encounter or overnight guest(s). Jake has about 20#s on Jack at 190#s and 170#s respectively, but both fitted with lean torsos, shaded with tight straight soft black hair. While Jake sports a short scruff, Jack's devoid of facial hair. My name is Kurt and I live on Blossom, midway between Jake's address on Apple and Jack's on Cherry. I'm 35, 6', 175#s, 7.5" cut, a ginger, icy blue eyes, clean face, a swimmer build and dedicated bottom. It may not have escaped you, that I am the midway meeting point for the brothers' daily run? Oh and Scott is my roommate w/benefits. At 30, a personal trainer, blonde, green eyes, 175#s, 6', bulging muscles and a 9" uncut dick, he seems to always have the rent, but when he doesn't, well, we work things out. While more trade than gay, Scott does have quite a band of followers, both guys and women. He often pulls bouncer or door duty at the bar, when not "booked" for "other sessions".
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Tonight was one of those nights when Scott was `Posing' outside the Triangle Bar, really checking IDs and scoping out potential customers in his running shorts that barely stretched across his quads and butt, and muscle shirt that could not have expanded one more centimeter; giving his pits, biceps, triceps and well you can fill in the rest, ample room to breathe and flex. There was chatter and comments, wolf calls, whoops, whistles and lots of "oooohs and ahhhhs" from customers and passersby. Scott took them all in with aplomb and doled out just the right amount of acknowledgement to each action while keeping the other party intrigued, at the possibility. I watched this panoply from the parking lot as I waited for traffic to slow down, then made a bee line for the windy cool of the video shop and the denizens within. Jack was on duty, gave me a wink, hip hump and I paid my "all night" fee of $8; cheap entertainment and I would still be sober when I left, unlike some of my brethren at the bar.
I pressed through the swinging bar doors into the lighted video preview lobby, a locked case that tonight displayed 16 vids w/their corresponding movie numbers. To maintain simplicity vids 1-4 were straight, 5-6 Straight Latin, 7-8 Straight Asian, 9-10 Straight Interracial, 11-14 gay, and 15-16 Gay Interracial. I knew my movie numbers would be anything 11 and above- 11 had a nice sound to it I thought as I nodded to a few regulars and winked at two couples who came to play for diversion; before turning into booth F, knowing that gloryholes were bored on both adjoining booths E and G. Booth E was occupied and on entering Booth F, and there was Damien, whom I recognized with his wrist tattoo and hard downward hung cock. He was fisting that awesome dick slowly and then fast, before returning to his slow stroke routine. I knew at that pace, he'd go fo an hour or more teasing whatever cocksucker hung out long enough to swallow that amazing dick. I needed something NOW to get my juices going so I turned my attention to Booth G. The audio coming through the hole was clearly straight, so I was cautious peeking through the hole at the G-occupant. A handsome black guy, dressed quite well was slow stroking his veiny deep dark dick. He paused mid-stroke as he recognized a cocksucker was taking in the scenery of hard dick and balls that hung so low he must get strained a lot. When he resumed his stroke, I took the liberty to squat and watch the fine dick show going on next door. He sat on the small bench, legs wide and showing off. Then slowly began to unbutton his shirt, stood a bit and sat back pants now down and giving me a full show to enjoy and lust after even more. Standing, the showman eased to the edge of the wall and slowly stroked his knuckles back and forth across the gloryhole, knowing his hand was inches from my face. I gulped and at that moment he swiped precum from his dickhead with his thumb and stuck it through the hole for me to lick. Instinct took over and I sucked his thumb clean. He repeated the teaser tasting three more times, continuing to slow stroke a now heavy thick cock with an awesome pink head. Gripping his cock, the black stud turned slightly, held his dickhead just at the hole until I plunged my tongue through the hole and began lapping his slick cockhead. He knew he had me hooked and stayed in position as I strained my tongue to reach through the hole to that amazing dick and dickhead. His precum flowed easily and gradually he fed the power pole through the hole and into my craving mouth. The stud leaned against the wall as I swallowed his dick and deep throated him slowly. The wall squeak let on exactly what was occurring for anyone in the hallway who needed to be reminded of the sound and the fury of a cocksucker giving head. After not more than 7-8 minutes the stud went stiff and began flooding my throat. My mouth was stuffed and throat was too. The cock throbbing ended and the stud pulled back. One last dickhead lick and he was dressing but before leaving, gave me a thumbs-up sign through the gloryhole. The night was young I thought as I remained in Booth F, waiting.
I decided to work for Damian's cock and turned my attention the the gloryhole portal into Booth E. Damien continued his slow stroke edging, but by my estimation he'd been at it about ½ hour so he could likely enjoy the release. I stroked my index finger along the hole. He acknowledged and turned to face the hole while keeping his fisted dick out of reach. Again I stroked the hole and he slid his thumb-index ringed linkage off his head and to the hole. I lapped his fingers, tasting and savoring the precum the hot man always gave up. I drove my tongue into the still-formed thumb and finger ring then Damien re-gripped his cock and stroked it 2, 3, 4 times and then flailed it in mid-air, teasing me; as he often did to his cocksuckers. At this point I was turned on and craving his dick and cum. The double approach of stroking the hole with my finger and stuffing my tongue through that cock portal, did the trick. Damien fed his hard downward arched dick through the hole and into my warm mouth. Again I savored his precum and began deep throating the heavy shaft then out to his head, before again slow-diving down the shaft. As is often the case, the feeder leaned into the wall, stuffing his full hard-on through hole into my mouth. I began the rhythmic suck, bobbing my head back and forth, taking the engorged cock for all I was worth. I knew that Damien was good for 2 or 3 loads and I craved getting at least one from him and now. I corkscrewed my throat on that down curved dick feeling him fill my throat and my muscles contract on the thick meat like predator to prey. The term "cock carnivore" flashed in my brain and I sucked ravenously!!! The wall squeak grew louder and I heard Damien's breathing grow more and more rapid. In an instant I felt Damien's cock and tors adjust and knew he was up on the balls of his feet and tense up. His cum flooded my throat in long hot shots; 3, 4 and 5 before his load trailed off. He pulled out of my throat but left his cock emptying in my mouth. I worshipped the man's cock with my mouth and tongue at this stage until he pulled back, leaving only the video light from his booth, at my side of the hole. Unlike the 1st feeder from booth G earlier, Damien offered no thumb's up or acknowledgement, just the metallic sound of the slide bolt freeing the booth door from its secured position. I ached, my knees and back mostly and took this time to stand and stretch a bit.
The door on booth E squeaked then the slide sound of the rasp lock securing the door and near-silent footsteps before the video light again filled the hole and the audio began. It was Spanish and I sneaked a peak to see the awesome Cubano Feeder- Guillermo standing, slow groping himself and gave a cough. I returned the cough and saw his palm slide across the hole, shutting off the vid light momentarily. The unmistakable sound of a belt being opened, the zipper dropping and grunt and strain of a man hauling out his dick and balls. Knowing it was Guillermo, assured me of an incredible good fortune; his massive dick that was so thick the average cocksucker couldn't grip it completely, with a think dick head and good 2" hood, urged me to my knees promptly. In no time, my mouth was filled with G's heavy Cubano dick. His hole fuck, made the wall squeak even more pronounced, but he couldn't care less. After a few minutes of gloryhole face fucking, G pulled back and summoned me to his booth. Of course I flew out of booth F and scratched at booth E's door like an alley cat in heat. He stood back near the far booth corner, giving me ample room to enter, turn, re-secure the door and kneel. The heavy dick with that throat splitting head was slick from his precum and my throat slime. G wasted no time, grabbed my head and held it firmly as he threw the big dick back into my mouth and down my throat. I love my head held as I'm being skull-fucked and Guillermo knew that full on and delivered that need I craved. Gripping my ears, like handles, G drove his pole deeper and deeper then grabbed my Adam's Apple with one hand and milked his hard-on in my throat. My gulping noises filled the booth and hallway outside it, but neither of us cared. He hauled out, gave me a chance to gulp in more air, then throat-stuffed me again, working my head back and forth before settling into his favorite position; me on my knees, my back and back of my head against the front of the video closet and him standing in front of me power fucking my face until he blasted me full of that thick pasty Cubano leche de hombre (cum). I saw stars each time he skull-fucked me and this time was no different. He nodded approval, re-dressed and left me wasted on my knees in the booth. I was in bliss....