Date: Wed, 7 Jan 2015 12:40:02 -0500
From: Erik Jager <floater909@gmail.com>
Subject: Gloryhole Surprise

This story is fictional and occurs in a fantasy without STDs.  If you like
this story check out some of my others on nifty.org including Men of
Chesapeake, MD.  Please feel free to give me feedback at *floater99@gmail.com
<floater99@gmail.com>*.



            Henry Bryant and his son's football coach, Coach Homer had been
fucking since they met almost a year ago when Coach Homer was recruiting
Henry's son to play tight end for him at Boston College.  Henry and his
family, his wife and three kids, lived in an affluent New Jersey suburb.
Henry and his wife both worked, Henry as the newly minted President of
Marketing at large nation wide cable company, and his wife as financial
manager.  Both jobs kept them traveling a lot which didn't both Henry, as
when he traveled he liked to indulge.

            He had to frequent his office in Boston, which let him see his
son, Corey, quite a lot even though he was at school.  This also let him
meet up with Coach Homer as well.  Usually, Coach Homer would come over to
Henry's hotel room and the two would trade fucks.  But this time was a
little different.

            "Hey Coach, what's up today?  Just checked into my room want to
come over in a few?" Henry asked over the phone.

            "Henry, I was thinking we could try something a little
different this time.  We should hit up a bookstore and see what kind of
trouble we can get into there." Replied Coach Homer

            "That would be hot, I love fucking around in public!" replied
Henry.

            "You are a little whore aren't you?  I'll pick you up in 15
minutes." Joked Coach Homer.



            Henry quickly showered and got dressed, making sure to check
himself out in the mirror.  He was 53 years old, about 5'11 a muscular 178
lbs.  He worked out like hell to fight off any signs of paunch.  His neatly
cut and parted hair was light brown, but graying at the temples, his strong
jaw clean-shaven and his blue eyes shone bright.  His chest was covered in
a light dusting of soft brown hair.  His treasure trail let up only until
slightly past his navel, with the same soft brown hair as his chest.  His
upper body was well developed; his stomach flat bit the outline of abs, but
not the cut six-pack he had sported in his younger days.

            His cock hung between his powerful thighs.  It hung about 3
inches soft and had a large head.  He had to admit he liked the way his
legs have looked ever since he took up CrossFit at the behest of one of his
regular out of town hookups.

            A text on his phone from Coach Homer jolted him back to reality
and he threw on his clothes and hustled downstairs to meet the hunky
football coach.  Inside the car, Coach Homer and Henry exchanged the normal
pleasantries as Coach drove to his favorite seedy bookstore.  This
bookstore had both straight and gay offerings, but the clientele was mostly
gay men, this was perfect for the pair, as they weren't looking for any
pussy that night.  What they really wanted was to get worked up sucking off
strangers at one of the gloryholes in the back.

            They walked in to the bookstore and made a beeline to the
back.  Coach Homer strode in front of Henry as he had significantly longer
legs, standing at 6'4.  Henry used this time to quickly check out his fuck
buddy.  Coach Homer was well built, a former college tight end himself, he
had been drafted in the late rounds of the NFL draft but failed to make an
impact.  He bounced around from team to team for a few seasons before
retiring from playing to pursue coaching. He had quickly climbed the rungs
and was offered the head coaching position at the floundering Boston
College program at the tender age of 31.  Now, 33, he kept himself in
shape, following the same lifting and conditioning program that his players
did.

            He kept his blond hair cut short, though he was less meticulous
about it's styling than Henry was and it.  He kept a very well manicured
beard the same color of the hair on top of his head.  His thick legs filled
out the tight jeans he was sporting, and his ass stood out like a shelf, he
sure looked like a football player.

            "This place is always crawling with hot cock," whispered Coach
Homer to Henry as they found a open gloryhole in the back.  It was the
first one in the row, guaranteed to always be filled.  The pair quickly
ducked into the empty stall and waited.  The exchanged quick glances of
excitement and horniness as they heard the first person open the backroom
door.

            A thick uncut cock slid through the hole.  The two men attacked
the cock like caged animals.  Coach Homer devoured the head and Henry
worked the length of the shaft.  The man behind the wall pushed his cock
further through as it quickly hardened, this drove Coach and Henry even
more crazy!  Both now slurping at the shaft, the hole was hardly big enough
to hold the cock they were working.

            They could hear the anonymous man behind the wall slam his hips
harder into the wall and let a thick stream of white cum.  The load oozed
out of the gaping slit dribbling down the shaft and on the floor of the
stall occupied by the two men.  Coach Homer quickly latched onto the head
slurping up the load greedily.  Slowly the used cock receded back out of
the hole.

            "Hey, no fair you hogged the whole load!  I get the next one!"
whispered Henry

            "Sorry, just got too excited to share, the next one is all
yours man," replied Coach Homer.

            They had barely finished their exchange when another cock slid
through the hole.  This one was white with a large red head.  It was
already half hard when it went through, it was already quite thick.  The
men attacked this cock just like the last one, only this one kept growing.
Both men were working the shaft, getting it nice and slick.  As they worked
the length of the shaft, both men met at the head and engaged in a sloppy
kiss around the engorged, now deep purple head.

            After the kiss, they looked down at the cock, it was massive!
It was nearly as thick as the black cock preceding it, but slightly longer
and angrier looking.  The head flared and veins bulged.  The men took turns
trying to deep throat the bulging cock, bracing themselves against the wall
to try and get the whole cock in their throats.  After some effort and a
small amount of gagging, Coach Homer finally swallowed the whole member,
constricting his throat, he could feel the man behind the wall rocking his
hips and fucking his mouth.

            Coach Homer pulled off gasping for air, and Henry jumped on.
He, slightly more skillfully, swallowed the whole member and received his
share of the throat fuck.  He pulled his face off the cock slowly and
swirled his tongue around the head on the way out.  He could tell that this
really set the guy behind the wall off as he began unloading in Henry's
mouth.  Shot after shot of hot cum in his mouth and some shot directly down
his throat.  Henry almost thought the orgasm would never end.

            When it finally did, there were remnants of the anonymous guy's
load dripping down the corners of his mouth.   Using his tongue to circle
his mouth he made sure to get every last bit as he watched the cock retreat
through the hole.

            Just then, Henry felt his phone buzz.  He pulled it out of his
pocket and saw that it was his wife.

            "I gotta take this, Coach, I'll be right back!" said Henry.

            He readjusted his own throbbing cock and exited the stall.  At
the doorway leading to main bookstore he saw the guy he presumed he had
just swallowed the load of, since he was the only other person there.  The
guy turned around to look at something which must have caught his eye, and
Henry saw his face.  It was Carl, his son!  Henry dropped his phone and
jumped at the sound of it hitting the floor.  Carl wheeled around just in
time to see his dad grab his phone and dive behind a shelf.

            "Dad?!?" Carl said, fully blushed.