Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2016 03:15:11 +0100
From: Derek Winslow <ilovebass@mail.com>
Subject: Garage Gloryhole

Disclaimer:

	This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are
in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions,
or encourage similar actions by others.  All characters in this story are
really represented by adults over the age of 18.

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It was the summer I turned 13.  My friends and I always walked home the
same way from school, down the hill, through a break in the fences through
a back yard and up a few streets before we all split up to go to our own
homes.  Near the end of the school year, my friends started laughing about
one of the houses we passed that had a pair of underwear hanging on the
doorknob that went into the garage.  Apparently it was some kind of secret
everyone seemed to know but me.  When the underwear was on the door, there
was a private room in there where you could get your dick sucked and no one
would know it was you.  It was totally private.  We all laughed and joked
about how gross it was and wondered if it was even true, but there they
were – underwear hangin' on the door. And we all walked on laughing at
the man we called Boxer Bob or Underwear Andy or anything else we could
think of.

	A few weeks into summer it was getting boring already and I was out
riding my bike through the neighborhood.  I swam at the community pool a
lot so my hair was almost always nearly white from the chlorine so I stood
out as I rode around the hood.  But, I didn't like swimming when no one was
there that I knew.  Most everyone of my friends was still on trips to see
relatives and such so I was faced with a host of empty houses where friends
would normally be.  As evening fell, I happened to turn down the street
where `Andy's' house was.  There they were, underwear on the door to the
quiet garage.  I took a quick look around.  The street was dead, no traffic
anywhere, and I felt my heart start to race with curiosity.  I rode my bike
in a few circles and finally drove toward the driveway and parked my bike
in a small hedge next to his house and acted like I was tying my shoe laces
– still no one.

	So, I took a deep breath and opened the garage door to look inside.
I figured if anyone caught me I would just say I was wondering why the
underwear was there or something.  As I poked my head in, all I could smell
was the dust and grease you might normally expect in someone's closed up
garage.  But there in the dark was a sign against the opposite wall that
said THIS WAY with an arrow pointing behind a tall set of shelves.  My
heart started pounding now, was this for real?  I quickly closed the door
behind me trying not to make any noise.  It was dark as hell in there and
there was barely enough light to see.  But I slowly walked around the
shelves to see a wooden wall that had been built there in front of the door
that probably went into the house.  It was painted black and there was a
hole in the wall with four handles or something around it, two low ones and
two high ones. I couldn't see anything though through the hole, but I could
tell someone was there.

	Then I heard a voice whisper `Mmmm, come on over and feed me that
thick cock'.  Now, I don't know who he was expecting, but I was definitely
not thick.  Hell, I was only like 4 inches at the time and hadn't even
sprouted any pubes yet, so I didn't want to talk and give away my age.
Still I just couldn't pull myself away.  My blood was on fire.  Slowly I
shuffled up closer to the wall and long slender fingers came out beckoning
me closer.  "That's right" the voice said, "it's okay, let me taste it."

	Nervously, I tugged down my sweatpants and my briefs to my ankles
and brought my raging boner up closer to the hole.  As I shuffled closer I
realized I needed to stand on my tiptoes a bit to fit it in the hole.  It
was so dark, my eyes still had not adjusted.  "That's it, don't worry, I'll
make you feel good." The voice kept whispering.  So, I held my breath and
shoved my 4inch smooth shaft through the hole.  The hole wasn't huge, but
it was big enough that my whole cock and balls fit through it (not on
purpose, it just happened that way).  I felt the strange, warm hands start
feeling my cocklet in the darkness.  It was making my stomach feel all
kinds of butterflies.

	Then suddenly I felt something go around my cock and ball sack and
suddenly cinch tight around them.  It surprised me and kindof pinched so I
instinctively started to try and pull out but I couldn't.  As I looked down
in the dark I couldn't see anything but it felt like my cock was tied up on
the other side and I was pulled tight against the wall.  Suddenly I could
see light coming from the other side of the wall through the cracks in the
wooden seams and around the hole.  He had turned on a light of some kind in
his room and was looking at my tied down cock.  It was so tight I couldn't
even get off my tip toes without it pulling hard on my junk, but I could
see enough from the light seeping through to tell that it was some kind of
leather strap around my cock and sack pulling on me.

	I was scared out of my mind trying to get it out, but then he
whispered "Look what flew into the trap today. Don't worry young man this
won't be long, and as I promised, I'll make you feel so good."  I could
hear him fumbling with something on the other side (which freaked me out
even more) but I was scared to scream.  Then I heard a click and the sounds
of a camera clicking.  Then he did it – I could feel his warm mouth
swallowing my whole member in his mouth.  I started to get lost in the
delicious tugging and sucking on the other side. Up and down my shaft he
went, nibbling under my soft pink head and then slurping the whole thing
down again.  I could feel his lips popping over my head again and again
making me feel amazing.  I had been jacking off for a couple months so I
knew what was coming but nothing had ever felt like this before.

	Finally I started to whimper from the sensations and I felt a hard
tug on the leather straps around my cock pulling it down.  The bottom of
the wooden hole kept burrowing into the soft flesh behind my ballsack as he
pulled down on it but I was so close I tried not to pay attention.  Then,
he started sucking as hard as he could and running his tongue under my head
faster than before and I let out a loud moan and squirted two or three
shots of clear fluid into his mouth.  He kept licking for what seemed like
several minutes before he simply said "come back any time' and he turned
out the light and released my cock.  I pulled up my briefs and sweats as
fast as I could and ran out the door to my bike and rode home in the dark.
	I was scared out of my mind at what just happened but I also felt
really amazing.  No one saw me I'm sure of it.  When I got home I checked
myself to make sure he didn't break anything.  But, aside from some
redness, everything was normal.  I drove by a few more times that week, but
the underwear didn't reappear.  Then about a month later I noticed it was
back again – and I had time, lots of it.  Mom was at work and I was
roaming the neighborhood.  The guy's street was always empty, but I was
still careful not to be seen.  Everything was just like before except this
time he had boxers on the door.

	When I opened the door to look inside it still smelled like the
familiar scent of sawdust and grease I remembered from before.  Only this
time, the wooden wall with the hole wasn't there, it was a different setup,
almost like he could change which wall was there on any day.  Instead of
the small hole, there was a set of black curtains in front of a wall with a
large hole in the middle with the words PEEP SHOW – CLIMB INSIDE TO
START THE SHOW over it. As I walked over in the dark to look through the
hole, I could see the dim blue light of a TV on the other side. It was a
pretty big hole, I could almost get my whole body through it if I really
wanted to I thought.  On the other side of the hole was what looked like a
leather bench like for lifting weights or something extending form the hole
out toward the TV – probably to climb through on without falling through
the hole.

	I kept waiting for the show to start but it never did.  I couldn't
see the man anywhere.  Maybe it was automatic? I didn't know.  So, I
carefully stuck my head through the hole.  Still nothing.  So I decided to
climb through the hole and start the movie myself if I could just reach it.
Getting my shoulders through was the hardest part, but the bench made it
easier to try and shimmy through.  But when I was halfway through, I felt a
wooden bar or something come down over my back and hold me in place.  Then
I could feel and hear something locking it.  I instantly shouted this time
"Hey!"  Then a whisper came from behind me "Shhhh it's okay, I've made some
improvements...enjoy the show"

	Then I watched as the video began to play in front of me.  It was
security footage of me riding my bike in front of the house and walking
into the garage.  Then the movie switched to my cock from the other side of
the hole, tied up and cinched down in full HD while the man (who I could
now see in the video) began to suck and pull on my hardened cock.  I was
terrified.  He had filmed the whole thing and knew who I was the whole
time.  As I watched the movie progress, it changed to the man doing work on
his garage.  He turned to the camera and smiled without speaking and then
went to work putting soundproof egg crate foam all around the walls. Then
he came back to the camera and looked into it and said "Now it's time for
part two!"
	When the video ended, it switched to a live feed and I could see my
own rear end and sweatpants in the video from the other side of the wall I
was trapped in.  He had turned on some small work lights so I could see.  I
saw the man's hand run along the small of my back and over my ass as I felt
his hand run over me.  I tried to move but I couldn't do anything but kick.
H simply stepped back and showed me what he had done.  He had closed some
kind of stock over my back to lock in my hips and padlocked it.  He spent a
long time showing me the lock as if to make sure I knew I wasn't going
anywhere.

	Then I watched and felt as he forcefully ripped my sweats and
briefs off with one hard pull, lifting my feet right off the ground as he
did.  Then he grabbed some small ropes with loops on the end and cinched
them around my ankles while the other ends were around two cinder blocks.
He tightened them up and slowly slid them apart more and more until I was
totally spread open on the other side of his wall.  I was glad I could see,
but I was also terrified.  I started to actually yell.  "Hey! Stop! Let me
out!"  I tried shaking the leather bench my chest was on to make noise but
nothing worked.  He simply kept saying "Scream if you want, my clients love
that.  But don't worry no one can hear you, just relax, it will go better
for you."

	Then I watched as he used his long slender fingers to squirt lube
on my ass crack and slowly push it deep into my hole.  It was cold and I
could see everything in full color images in front of me.  Watching him
press his finger in to the knuckle, add more lube and push in more.  Then
he stepped closer, put something around my cock and balls again, and
stepped back to show me on camera.  He had put the small leather strap
around it again with the long leather leash and he tugged on it a few times
so I could see it.  Then he whispered "okay, show time!"

	As he stepped out of the way I could hear voices in the background,
lots of them.  I watched in terror as a big muscular hairy guy walked up
and took the camera and pointed it down at my ass.  Then pointed it at his
cock which he had lubed up.  "I paid the most, so I get the cherry you
little bitch" I felt him rub his head up against my tight pink hole and he
grabbed the little leather strap around my cock and gave it a quick jerk
and I yelled.  "Oh yes, gimme more of that" he said.  Then I watched as he
pushed his cockhead down into my slippery pink hole.  I screamed as loud as
I could as it forced its way past my rings with a juicy `pop', but all I
heard was laughing.

	I was so scared.  I was crying and whimpering as he pushed in
deeper and deeper into my tight body.  I gripped the bench as I cried
trying to steady myself from the heavy thrusts.  I could feel the thick
head sliding in deep and then out to my ring where he would do short
strokes then deep again and repeat.  I didn't know why, maybe because of
the strap around my cock, but I was so hard even though I was scared.  I
felt his cock head start to swell up and he zoomed in to my ass with the
camera I started crying louder and then I felt him start shooting rope
after rope of cum inside me.  Then he pulled out with another wet pop and
zoomed in to show me his cum inside.

	Two more men had their turns and I was exhausted.  Finally the
camera switched to just a man's long thick cock.  I had never even seen one
like that.  I was so tired I could hardly keep my legs straight without
hurting my knees.  I didn't see his face, but only his cock.  I watched as
his giant mushroom head pushed up against my hole but even after three guys
it didn't go in.  So, he grabbed the cock leash and started pulling in it
as his pressed the head against it but it didn't move.  Then I felt my feet
being untied from the cinder blocks and was suddenly flipped around on my
back on the bench so my legs were up.  I was too tired to kick and they
just toed the ropes on my ankles to two handles in the wooden wall.  So, I
was open and on my back and could see my hard cock on the camera as I
tipped my head back to look at the screen.

	Then he grabbed my legs and pressed his shaft in hard in one strong
push.  I screamed so loud as it pressed in.  I heard the man say "It's
still so fucking tight.  Look how that pink hole just grips it like a
glove! Mmmm."  Then he started doing long strokes and I was crying louder.
Then I looked in horror at the TV as the view switched to my own face from
overhead, crying as he fucked harder and harder inside me.  "Mmmmm ya boy,
cry me some fucking tears" is all he said as he thrust inside deeper with
his massive shaft.  "Ohhh ya baby boy, I got something for ya" and then I
felt him start changing the angle of his stroke so it pressed up against my
special spot inside.  The camera switched back to his view again and I
watched him start stroking my cock as he rubbed up against my insides.

	I couldn't help it.  It hurt so bad but it felt good too in some
ways.  I couldn't control it, I was gonna cum.  I started breathing heavy
and I heard him say "yeah, that's it, do it.  Tighten up for daddy".  I
felt so full with him inside but I couldn't hold it anymore and yelped as I
started shooting my clear juice on my chest.  As I did, my tight ring
started to pulse and clamp down on this cock right behind his giant
cockhead.  Then he slammed in full up to his balls and growled as his cum
rumbled in deep, squirt after squirt of it.

	Then he pulled out and the camera went black.  I laid there crying
while I felt someone start cleaning me up.  It took a long time, but
finally he unlocked the lock and whispered to me "This never happened –
don't ever come back".  Then he went inside and when it felt safe to get
up, I got up, grabbed my clothes and hobbled out to my bike.

	A few days later I walked by the place (I was still too sore to
ride) and there was a man out front mowing the lawn.  It wasn't the guy
from the garage.  I didn't know who this was.  When I asked him if he lived
there he laughed. "No young man, no one lives here.  The owners died months
ago and they have been trying to sell it, see the sign?"  I don't know how
I had missed it.  The place had been for sale the whole time.  Without
thinking I walked over to the garage door and turned the knob.  It was
open, but the garage was empty, nothing remained.  Whoever it was that I
met didn't belong there either.  I would probably never know who it was, or
where they went, or who else ever saw that video.


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