ANOTHER GLORYHOLE STORY By Mike Austin nasstop@yahoo.com
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I slept soundly after the shower J/O session. A raging hard-on woke me about midnight. My instinct was to hit the bar or the video store/booths. I glanced outside and there was snow blowing sideways and the cars all had ice, caked on their windshields. I thought, this fucking freak-assed Winter storm was fucking up everything. I pulled out my laptop and quick-picked a favorite stored video to J/O. A bull daddy had come home from work, his younger slut boy toy had supper ready, but before they ate, the dad fed the boy in the kitchen. The boy was on his knees, back against a cabinet and the alpha dad, began face-fucking the boy for relief. The cameraman knew the perfect angles to capture as some featured the Alpha's glutes as they pumped the boy's mouth, or captured the heavy ball sack swinging against the boy's jaw. Once the Alpha hit his stride the boy leaned his head back as much as possible and gripped the dad, jacking his thick cock free of cum and shooting across the boy's face before again feeding the big dick in the boy's mouth. The boy wiped his face dry, sucked the dad again a bit then they left for the dinner table and the real meal. Short, hot, to the point and made me blast a cumload across my naked body. I drifted asleep and woke soon before the wake-up call from the front desk. Stretching, the need to pee launched me from the warm bed as I shivered trying to piss, then sprinted back to bed and some warmth. Saturday morning I thought, who the fuck is calling me as I'd shut down the front desk? It was 7 and Bob was calling to invite me to breakfast. I agreed, but asked right out, "can I suck your dick again", "yep" came his single reply? I showered and went to Bob's room, gave him a good morning blow job, then we headed back to the diner for breakfast. I got the tab this time and on the way out to the SUV, asked if he ever went to book stores for blow jobs. He chuckled and said that he often did but hadn't been to the one in town. I suggested we hit it and perhaps get a booth together for a movie and/or some play action. It was 9:30 a.m. as we made a bee line for the Triangle Video.
Jack was not working but the college aged guy who was equally hot and I craved seeing and blowing his dick was behind the counter. He nodded my way, smiled at Bob and cut his eyes back and forth before taking our entry fees. As I passed the end of the sales counter, I cruised the young stud and saw him sideways in sweats with a huge bulge. He nodded my way, glanced down and smiled. Bob was curious about the format and I explained the lobby displayed the full list of movies with corresponding numbers which could be selected and the identity of the booths that were displaying a particular video. A really fem guy came up to Bob right away and invited him to watch a movie. Not being "together" (making air quotes) I assured him he was free to roam and play. The pair disappeared into a booth. It would be a couple of hours before I'd meet Bob back at the video display board, looking well-drained but smiling.
It was this Saturday morning that I first met Scott, my future roommate/personal trainer/hustler/hunk. He saw me standing solo, before the board, having settled on a video, but not yet making my way down the hallway to that video booth and smiled, reached out to introduce himself and shake hands. He wore a bulky sweater and sweats, displaying a fine torso and packed crotch all topped off with that blonde/green mix on his head. We talked a bit; after he inquired about my movie pref and he urged me to watch it with him. We left for the booth and once inside, Scott wasted no time, finding my bar-belled pierced nips and working them and me into a frenzy. I was equally aggressive with Scott, ramping his sweater off to reveal those squared-off pecs and hard eraser nips, all brushed with a light spray of blonde chest hair that led to that magic treasure trail and bonanza beneath. We kissed some but I got to business fast, when Scott unzipped his fly and I kneeled for a preview. That fat uncut 9"er was already throbbing up for action and as he boned out, that dong made my mouth water. Scott held my head and fed me, pulled me up kissed me, then dropped me back for more eater duty. We went at it like that until I thought I would collapse from need. "Ready" he posed, with my throat stuffed and his face grimaced almost in pain but then the cum flood relaxed that pained expression and my guts warmed from his ball flush. I was gasping when he finished and he helped me stand and asked where I lived in town. I explained that I was in the midst of a house remodel and was staying at the City Center Motel. He explained he was looking for a new roommate and we exchanged numbers. The following week, I got the occupancy permit for my house, I called Scott and asked if he was still in need of a place to live. He was all onboard and we made plans to meet and get his stuff moved in. I continued blowing Bob at the motel, even after I moved into my new place on Blossom until his audit was complete. He's been to Blossom to get head multiple times and we've remained Feeder/Eater buds ever since.
Scott got settled in on a Sunday and gave me the deposit and first month's rent as he moved in. He explained that the next month's rent would come in about a week to keep him paid in advance. I was all in for that since I had the remodel costs to pay off and this extra bit of income would help me retire that debt pretty fast and enjoy the onsite Feeder benefit. I'd learned earlier that he did some "modeling" (a.k.a. hustling), worked security at the bar, did part time parking lot security too and pool work but that his main income source was as a personal trainer. He drove a year old BMW, so he was making funds on a regular basis to keep up those payments it seemed. It was a Tuesday night when I came in from work to find Scott cooking supper for us in a Speedo that pushed me over the edge. I was tired but grew horny as fuck at the site of that stud in my kitchen. He was doing veggie burgers, spinach salad, air-baked sweet potato fries and vanilla yogurt for dessert. Soon after the meal, I was being face-fucked for added benefit and Scott's yogurt-enriched cum just pushed me over the top. His face-fuck had me coming hands-free and that began a weekly ritual we both enjoyed. He did enjoy his solitude but knew he had to tend to clients for his lifestyle.
After moving into Blossom, I made a point of inviting Jack and Jake over for a private time and drinks. Jack preferred having me in my stall at his place, but also wanted to see the remodel results, so agreed and both showed up the Saturday night before Scott moved in. Both men were impressed and it was actually Jake who pointed out the midway status of 122 Blossom between their respective 120 Apple and 121 Cherry addresses. "Guess I'll need to hire my contractor to build a stall right here to keep you both entertained" I shared and all of us laughed, then agreed. Jack actually selected an area that was a linen closet off the hallway and adjacent to my bedroom as a perfect size and convenient location. Both guys added that they could handle that remodel if I put out on a regular basis; perhaps even the mornings of their ritual runs. Hence began their midway Blossom stopovers and my early morning daily feedings. Scott would sometimes wash down the J&J loads with his sperm after the guys left. I learned trio had done 3 and 4ways with other bottoms in the past. Hearing those stories was always hot and often, better than a porn video. As Scott's regular businesses became more and more lucrative, his routine bar and parking/security work diminished and he worked those gigs less and less. In the course of the year, Scott was hinting that he might be planning to move out and get his own place. That had worked and got my remodeling expenses paid off, so we both got the best of all worlds. In fact, 30 days later, Scott announced his planned exit and while I saw him periodically, the benefit of his daily cumloads would cease.
The guys introduced me to other top guys/friends. I was getting dicks almost every day. One special feeder was Jack's co-worker, the college guy. His name was Pete, 26, 5'10", black curly hair and green eyes. While not tall, he sported a thick 9" dick and huge head, when boned. He was one verbal Feeder and made me a total cum junkie for his cock. When J&J introduced him to my play room the first time, Pete pointed at me and said "oh yeah I know you slut, you don't get enough dicks and need more and more don't ya"? I gulped and followed his lead to my stall at Blossom. He secured me and talked me into a frenzy before unloading down my throat. I learned what an expert top he was, when he arrived one night with a bag. We went to my room and while beginning to give him head, he opened the box in the bag. I was long dick swallowing him. The "gift" was a CB6000 cock cage. My eyes glazed at the prospect. As he dick-smacked my face a few times, he told me to stand and strip. I did as directed and before long, was secured in the chastity device. He toyed with the pair of lock keys, in his fingers, then stuffed them in his jeans pocket, patted the pocket and uttered "for safe keeping" then resumed feeding me that stud cock and ramming my throat full until he came. He left me locked up and horny as fuck!!! The next day he returned, fed me and again left me locked. For 7 days the routine didn't change and I was achingly horny and my balls throbbed as I walked, stood or sat. He called, told me to be stripped and prepped before he arrived. I complied and was eager for his arrival and use. Again arriving with a bag, he began his verbal torment; the energy and his focus not seen in guys his age typically. He withdrew a 10" power drill dildo that was both battery and current operated, with a remote control device. The CB6000 chafed my crotch, inner thighs and groin. Pete teased me with the new device, having me drop to my knees, suck it, then ride it as he tested the effects of the remote. I writhed in agony and pleasure as the 10" dildo lodged up in me. He began his face fuck, then picked up his cell and began a conversation. I was immersed in his cock lust and the effects of the dildo churning inside me; and wasn't hearing the other party clearly. He ended the call with "see you in 10" then leaned into my mouth harder than ever. I gagged and tried a steady swallow but it was as though his dickhead had grown larger overnight. Suddenly Jack was there in full leather, took the remote from Pete and cranked it even higher. The louder I moaned the deeper Pete fed me. Jack began jacking over my face and Pete throbbed down my throat, I felt my balls surrender and I flooded the cock cage, obviously hands-free. Jack came, then they left me alone in silence.