I have found myself with some additional time and thought I'd try my hand at putting some of my gloryhole memories into a story format to preserve them.
These are true stories with a little creative flair to make them a more enjoyable read. Hope you boys like it.
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His profile was succinct, to say the least. Blank albeit it for an age, 48, and bio: “If I am online, I am looking.”
“Open?” his first message read.
“Could be,” I responded. “What’s on offer?”
“No pics. 6 day load. Want it?”
Ten minutes later he was letting himself through the unlocked door to my apartment. I closed my eyes and tried to heighten my other senses as I knelt in the dim light. Was he rushed? Was he heavy-footed? Was he going to undress?
I glimpsed his clothes from the waist down as he turned the corner. Jeans and a buttoned shirt. Casual, but classy. Architect? My mind wondered as he slowly walked closer. He was not built but had the strut of a man who was a hell of a specimen in his prime.
“I really need this,” he whispered. I wouldn’t have caught his words without being entirely focused on him, but I was glad I did.
He brought his hands to his fly, unbuckling his jeans with both hands. A gold wedding band adorned his left ring finger and I felt myself grinning. Naughty boy, I thought to myself.
Some men just needed a wet, red-blooded mouth and didn’t care who was steering it. I had a particular affinity for married men; spending my mornings glancing at every bulge of a man walking besides his wife in the supermarket, park, you name it. How many of those men are getting their cocks serviced by discreet, wet, cock hungry mouths?
I felt a glimmer of butterflies in my stomach, a brief dryness in my mouth like every time I watch a man unwrap his cock for me. The staticky texture of the carpet pressed into my knees but I refused to allow myself to shuffle, my eyes on locked his ring as he pulled down his briefs.
His cock bounced out, starting to swell but still very much flaccid. He took half a step forward, pushing it through the hole immediately followed by his hand around the edges of the fabric separating us. He lifted his cock, working it slowly as he leaned forward. The message was clear and I was happy to oblige, taking a deep breath, my nose tickling his heavy balls which bounced up on contact. I opened my mouth and began to tongue them, slowly, enjoying the salt of a days’ work which quickly melted away as they became slick with my spit. His balls were not trimmed but covered in a gentle layer of soft black hair, no more than a centimetre at its longest. I moved back momentarily, taking in the view of his hair lying flat on those heavy balls, slicked down by my tongue.
I again moved in, relishing the worship of this beautiful man, working both balls slowly. One would slide over my cheek as I tongued the other.
His cock grew steadily as I worked, feeling the heat laying over my face.
“Suck it.”
I pulled back to adore the sight in front of me. His cock had grown to a healthy 8 inches, foreskin retracted almost all the way, just barely touching his cock head. His voice was warm and familiar, not dissimilar to the kind voices of an uncle or boss. This was a family man in any other setting. But here he was a man and I was a cocksucker. I took his instruction and wrapped my tongue around his tip. I worked my way down, slowly as I always did, allowing my saliva to replenish and ensure that his cock moved its way into my mouth without resistance.
A few minutes passed and I paused a moment to breathe around his cock. I felt him shudder, gently.
“Down.” His voice was raspy, his first word in a few minutes, but determined and possessing a single mission. His attitude was palpable, and I felt it. This man needed a mouth.
In my daydreaming he had grown impatient and uttered a second time: “Down.” There was no hesitation. I leaned forward into his cock, taking the last two inches into my throat. I felt his hips relax into it and his stomach breathe out as his hair rubbed against my lips.
After a few seconds I began to pull out, continuing back-and-forward rhythm as I massaged his cock with my throat, but immediately he let out a single word.
“Down,” he said, making no pleasantries to hide his desire. His voice had quickly become assertive. This man was giving a direction and expected it followed. I immediately returned myself to full depth, pushing my lips against his hair as far as I could. “Good,” his voice echoed above me.
He had given himself away in that moment, sharing with me his weakness. This man did not care for tongue, mouth, hands – he had a single objective to have his cock as far down a wet throat as he could get it. Explained the wedding ring, I thought to myself. Try and find a wife who will do this. I toyed with the idea while feeling his cock grow accustomed to the depths of my throat. I tried to open my throat as far back as I could control and adjust to its new visitor, gently swallowing and working his cock. I gently pulled myself back. I opened my eyes in that moment to watch the glimmer of the lights reflecting on a string of saliva connecting my lips with the tip of his cock, which broke and fell back to my chin with a cold thud.
“Again.”
I leant forward and swallowed him in one breath, tip to balls in one quick move. Hold, hold, hold, hold. I counted to ten, feeling his breaths grow slower and slower as his cock relaxed and found its place deep in my throat. Off.
Down. Count to ten. Off. Breathe.
Down. Count to ten. Off. Breathe.
Down. Five, six, seven, eight… “Stay”. His gruff disrupted my thoughts. Fuck. Didn’t take him long to catch on. I pulled back for barely half a second, only long enough to suck in a breath of much needed air and immediately forced myself down.
“Good pussy”.
My stomach flipped as I listened to his words. A man like this would make me melt. A man like this would make me do anything to please that beautiful cock. I shook my head gently, adding sensation to his enjoyment of my wet throat which was quickly returned with a very gentle moan.
I wouldn’t count this.
I kept my face pushed against his flesh and his balls continued to move ever so slowly, working hard to prepare what I hoped would be a fantastic release for this family man.
I felt myself start to gag and slowed. Open your throat. Relax.
A few more seconds until my mental training reached its limit. I pushed myself forward one last time, a few more millimetres of enjoyment for him before I pulled off sharply, twisting to the side as I did so in preparation to splutter.
I drew my eyes back to his cock. There was no simple string of spit this time but a viscous coating of beautiful throat creation, a blend of mucus and saliva making this man’s thick cock glisten in the dim light as it slowly bounced up and down. A thing of pure beauty.
My stare was broken by the shuffle of fabric as his hand quickly darted past the fabric to the tip of his cock. He jerked his slimed up dick, slowly, and I moved closer so that he could feel my warm breath on his wet shaft as he edged himself. From my new vantage point I watched his feet shuffle, widening his stance as he grew closer. He pulled his hand back suddenly.
“Swallow it.”
I didn’t need a second instruction. I took his cock into my mouth, using its lubed up slime to push myself right through into the depths of my throat. He moaned as I worked his cock again, side to side only just enough to give him a constant sensation as he danced in my throat. His wet fingers were grasping my hair, holding my face against his pelvis.
I heard him moan above me, more of a roar but muffling and silencing himself through his orgasm. Respectful of my neighbours, at least. He blew his load deep into my throat with 4 strong pulses. Each pulse was immediately followed with a tightening of his grip as he pushed me further and further against his skin. I didn’t taste anything – this man had a mission to blow his load in my stomach and nothing was getting between that. As his breath slowed, he eventually released my head and pulled his hands back towards his hips.
I pulled myself off, freeing an inch or two and allowing myself to breathe as he came to terms with his settling orgasm. A few seconds later he pulled his cock out of my mouth, somehow pulling up his briefs with his free hand in a single motion.
“Thanks,” his voice had a calmness to it as he turned towards the front door to my apartment, continuing to dress. “I’ll be back.”