Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2012 20:00:08 -0600
From: Karl August <hotaugustkarl@gmail.com>
Subject: The G Hole

The G Hole
by Hot August Karl


      The bill changer made a gentle whirr as it sucked in Travis'
five-dollar bill. He settled back into the hard plastic seat and waited for
his eyes to adjust to the pitch.

      Walking home in the rain late Monday afternoon, Travis slipped into
the bookstore on Sixth Avenue.  The adult bookstore.

	The man behind the counter, a kid really, looked up but didn't
offer a greeting.  He sat on a tall stool behind the cash register reading
a textbook and eating handfuls of cheese puffs from a greasy brown sack.
The shop was moderately lit and smelled faintly of wet carpet and the
sharpness of disinfectant.

	Travis wandered down twin rows of shelves filled with videos boxes
of different sizes and colors.  His heart was thump thump thumping as he
steeled himself from racing to the dark doorway to the video arcade, where
he could see the flickering lights seeping from under the doors to the
video booths.

      Casually Travis looked back at the kid at the counter who was
watching him, bored.  His fingertips were stained orange and he was sucking
on them noiselessly.

      "Curious?" he said to Travis.  It was more of a statement than a
question, but Travis nodded.  "Why doncha go in a try it out?  You've got
all kinds of time.  We're open 24 hours a day.  Holidays too," he said as
an afterthought.

      Travis' eyes, now adjusted to the dark, scanned the walls for glory
holes.

      There was one on each of the two walls of the booth, both a different
shape. Neither of the holes was jagged, which was perfect. He'd cut his
chin on the jagged wooden hole once and had to have his sister Monique pull
out the splinters with her eyebrow tweezers.

      Travis wasn't a stranger to adult arcades.

      The first time he went to one he was in college. It was a lonely and
horny afternoon. He spent the better part of the afternoon watching an
attractive black man give blow jobs to almost a dozen different men of all
shapes and sizes, in both ways shape and size could be measured.

      Travis was jealous of the man, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to
feed the man his own cock, or suck on the thick penis the dude was
fervently fisting.

      The man heard Travis in the next booth and beckoned for Travis to
stick his dick through the hole. At the thought of being watched, Travis'
knees buckled and he shot four or five ropy strands of semen onto the
cement floor.

      Travis buckled up in a hurry, cum still dribbling out the end of his
cock. As he made a hasty exit, he could hear the black man laughing.

      As the afternoon wore on, Travis fed a few more bills into the bill
changer, while peering through the glory holes on either side his booth.
Riveted, he watched the men lower their pants to the sticky floor and
either jack off to the sex scenes on the screens before them or as they
stuck their cocks through the glory holes to be sucked. A few men groaned
loudly as they came, almost all of their loads greedily swallowed by the
faceless men serving them on the other side.

      Travis held off on his own orgasm until his balls were full and
heavy.  Even when a beautiful blond college boy entered the booth next to
him and motioned for Travis to stick his cock through the service hole,
Travis refrained.  After a few moments, the blond left his booth to cruise
some other rooms but returned a few minutes later, trying the door to
Travis' booth first, then settling back into the stall next to Travis'.

       Travis watched as the blond bent forward, sticking his ass checks
directly over the glory hole on the wall on the opposite wall.  After a
minute or two, the college kid let out a loud groan and Travis watched as
the blond gyrated his hips, grinding them against the hole. Travis wasn't
sure if the guy was getting rimmed or fucked, but Travis reached through
the fly of his boxers and was soon matching him stroke for stroke.

      The blond shot and moved away from the wall. He wiped the splay of
cum off his belly with a paper towel and, grinning through the hole at
Travis, stuffed the cum-soaked tissue through the hole.

      Travis waited until he heard the bang of the door as the blond left
before picking up the paper towel and bringing it to his nose, inhaling
deeply. The rag was redolent of ass and cum.

      The booths on either side of Travis were empty long enough that
Travis lost his hard-on, his five-inch penis shrinking back through the
hole of his boxers, like a frightened turtle retreating into its shell.

      Soon, the video monitor was flashing, demanding more money. Travis
briefly considered leaving, but it was just barely past eight o'clock. He
hoped some guys might sneak out of the house for a quickie, yet.

      There was a slight creak of a door and the murmur of hushed voices as
someone entered the booth next door.
      The blond college jock was back, this time with a slightly built
older Hispanic man.

      The Hispanic man tried to cover the hole with the plastic chair and
his shirt, but as he was undressing, the blond moved the shirt and grinned
at Travis through the glory hole.

      Travis sucked in his breath as the older man turned and a nine-inch
club swung into view.

      "Skinny guys always get all the meat," he muttered, and was glad it
wasn't his hole that was about to be invaded.

      The college kid handed the dig-dicked gent a foil wrapper and a small
bottle. Travis caught a whiff of poppers waft into his booth as the
Hispanic took a large hit and handed it back to the blond, who also took a
couple hits. Then the blond inhaled and the foil wrapper was discarded
unopened on the floor.

      Travis stood up momentarily, opened his door and glanced down the
hall. Three guys glanced back in his direction. Travis held their gaze for
a moment before shutting his door, this time leaving it unlocked.

      His hands trembling slightly, Travis fed another fiver into the bill
changer. As the mechanism whirred, he pulled off his pants. Leaning
forward, he braced himself against the wall with his forearms and took
several deep breaths.

      Next door he could hear grunting and flesh slapping flesh as the
blond was getting fucked. Travis imagined the college boy and the Hispanic
man with him in a threesome.

      Travis' own cock stirred and was hard within moments.

      He felt cool air caress his ass as the door to his booth opened
momentarily, then close. He heard a soft clang as a metal belt buckle hit
the cement floor behind him and felt a pair of hands grasp his hips
tightly.

      As he felt his butt cheeks part, Travis hoped it wouldn't hurt and
that the blond would be watching.



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