From: "archer" <archer@add-inc.com>
Subject: Repost:The GloryHole
Date: 22 Oct 1996 09:01:39 GMT
Organization: Internet Connect, Inc. The Wisconsin ISP 414-476-4266 http://www.inc.net

This is a true account of my initiation to the delights of sucking
cock. I hope you enjoy it.

It was 1979, and I was a horny 21 year old living in the rural
midwest. I had dated some, off and on throughout high school and
after, but had never been a real "operator", like so many of my
friends, and had lost my virginity in the summer after graduating.
And in the 3 years since, my sex life had only been mediocre; never
enough to even begin to satisfy my cravings. I have been a
fairly open-minded guy all my life, but gay sex quite simply had
never really interested me, which is to say that I just never really
thought about it.

At the time, I had never had the need to travel much outside the
county I'd been born and raised in. I wasn't exactly a "hick", by any
means, but I certainly wasn't well-travelled. My brother's wife had
been raised
in Milwaukee, about 3 hours away by car, and one day it became
neccessary for me to make the trip to pick up an old table which her
grandmother was giving her. 

About a half-hour outside the city, I passed an adult bookstore on
the highway, the first I had ever seen, and as I continued on my way,
I started thinking that I should stop and "check it out" on my return
trip, and so about 2 hours later I found myself pulling into the
parking lot with a rapidly growing anticipation and the beginnings of
an erection. 

Inside the store, my excitement mounted quickly as I browsed the
magazine racks, paying particular attention to those featuring a
woman giving head on the cover. After a while, sporting a full-blown
hardon I ventured to the back of the store where I discovered the
entrance to the peep-show booths. In short order, I had secured a
pocket full of quarters and made my way into the darkened corridor,
where dim red lights indicated that about half of the booths were in
use. I selected an empty booth on the end and entered, locking the
door behind me.

At that time, video booths were still several years in the future.
Instead, these booths each contained 2 coin mechanisms which operated
individual 8mm movie projectors which ran silent movies on a
continual loop. The movies each ran about 12-15 minutes long,
requiring 3 or 4 quarters to get all the way through. The empty boxes
from the movie reels were posted above the door of the booth, but I
had not noticed this in the dark, so I had no idea what I would see
when I deposited my change in the slot. Another feature which I
failed to see at first was a hole in the wall of the booth, about 4
inches wide and right at cock level.

I sat down and dropped my first coin into the box marked "A". The
projector started whirring, and I was pleasantly shocked to see the
moving image of a busty blonde inhaling a large erect cock, projected
onto the closed door. I was entranced, and as the film clattered on,
my hand stole to my zipper and fished my engorged organ out of my
jeans. As the movie rolled, I slowly and steadily stroked my
throbbing cock, rivulets of precum flowing down the shaft. 

When the first film had run through to the point I had started
viewing and stopped, I quickly stuffed another coin into the box
marked "B". Before the images appeared, my hot erection was once more
gripped in my sweaty hand. But when the movie started, I was shocked
to see another blowjob in progress, this one skillfully administered
my a muscular, and thoroughly naked young man. I was startled at
first, and unsure what to do, but as the film rolled on, I realized
that I was still stroking a cock which was, if anything, harder than
ever. 

Apparently, I had begun very near to the end of the movie, but as the
screen flickered and the film started over, I was definitely too
intrigued to leave. The first few minutes of those 8mm "shorts" were
all predictably uneventful, as the director attempted to set up a
plot of sorts, so as the story began I took a moment to examine
further my surroundings, and that's when I first noticed the hole.
Like almost every other event of the past 20 minutes, this discovery
took me quite by surprise. It was immediately obvious that the hole
allowed viewing into the next booth, but it really didn't occur to me
that it might serve any other purpose.

Summoning my courage, I finally leaned over and took a quick peek
through the portal. In the next booth, a slender man of
indeterminable age was stroking an organ of average size as he
watched the screen. A minute later, I gave in to the pressing desire
to look again, and was once again shocked to see the man kneeling
with his back to me, his head bobbing frantically at what was
obviously a similar hole into the booth opposite mine. I watched in
rapt wonder as the tempo continued, totally oblivious to the fact
that I was easily spotted should the cocksucker next door turn his
head. I have no idea how long it went on, but finally the man drew
back from the hole, and I could plainy see the cock he'd been working
on as it erupted torrents of cum, milked by the man's hand. 

As the occupant next door squeezed the final drops of cum from the
softening organ and moved to take his seat, I quickly pulled away
from the hole and fumbled to stuff my throbbing hardon back into my
pans. My film had ended several minutes earlier, and I now became
anxious that he would realize I'd been watching. I made a hasty
retreat from the booth, and then the store. A minute later I was back
on the highway, replaying the scene I'd witnessed over and over in my
mind.

For the next two weeks, I could hardly think of anything other than
the lewd act I'd watched in the bookstore. I found myself thinking
about it, picturing it in my mind as I worked. And
soon I was stealing away to the bathroom to jerk off as I daydreamed
about it, sometimes 2 or 3 times a day, and finally I was editing the
scene, fantasizing that it was me kneeling before the cock in the
next booth. Afterwards, I always felt ashamed and dirty for my
thoughts, but the shame never lasted, as my lust escalated once
again. 

Eventually, I realized that I had no choice but to return to the
bookstore. So on a Saturday morning more than 2 weeks after my
initial visit, 
I departed once more for the city.


PART II

I scheduled my day to allow as much time as possible in the
bookstore. I even stopped at a bank for a roll of quarters, just in
case.

Entering the store again, I was absolutely giddy with nervous
anticipation. I headed straight for the back, and was disappointed to
find that only one booth was occupied.
I immediately selected the second booth from the end, which by now
had become to me the "cocksucking booth." Bolting the door, I started
the film, unzipped my jeans, and waited. Again, one movie was
"straight" and the other was gay. I had almost finished watching the
second film, my anxious cock swelling in my hand, and was beginning
to think that the visit would be otherwise uneventful, when I heard
the door to the end booth open and close, and the movie projector
clatter to life. 

I waited a minute, maybe two, in nervous anticipation. It occurred to
me that I might lose my nerve and leave, but finally I threw caution
to the wind and went for it. It was now or never. Quietly, I left my
seat and knelt on the floor, a good foot or so back from the hole,
and cautiously peered into the adjoining booth. And there, seated
where I had been two weeks before, was a husky, "truck driver"
looking man, slowly stroking a hard, thick cock that appeared to be
over 8 inches in length. 

Slowly, I moved closer to the hole, not at all sure what to do next.
And then it began. The figure rose from his seat and casually stood
before the hole, his erect organ pointed straight at it, perhaps 6
inches away. It was obvious that he was aware of my presence, and was
waiting for a sign of my intentions. I moved closer, until my mouth
was only an inch from the opening, and parted my lips. I waited. I
was, by this point, literally shaking in anticipation, when suddenly
I saw the dark, swollen tip of the cock-head ease through the hole. I
swallowed quickly, licked my dry lips, then moved toward it, till
finally the silky
smooth skin of the engorged organ brushed my lips.

If only I could describe the feeling, the sensation of that first
touch. I had thought about and fantasized about this moment for two
weeks, and now it was mine! 

Summoning all the restraint I could find, I proceeded deliberately to
fulfill my desire. Pursing my lips, I slowly sucked the hot head of
the cock into my mouth. Gently, lovingly I flicked my tongue at the
hole, and tasted the salty precum which had begun to ooze out. My
tongue began to move, seemingly of its own will, caressing the
engorged head with wet, swirling strokes. Apparently this pleased the
owner of my prize, as he slowly but firmly began pushing his cock
towards me. And in the dim light of the booth, I watched with
ever-mounting lust as the full length of the organ appeared before
me. As I worked over the cock-head with my hungry mouth, I could now
plainly see the swollen veins beneath the satin skin of the thick,
pulsating shaft, and my desire continued to find new heights. 

It was readily apparent that my anonymous partner wished me to take
more of his throbbing cock into my mouth, and I was more than willing
to oblige. Using care not to scrape the sensitive flesh with my
teeth, I pulled away, letting my lips slip back over the head till I
was merely kissing the very tip. I sucked once, harder this time, at
the dripping hole and was rewarded with a pleasing stream of warm
precum. Then, with the care and deliberation I had practiced
repeatedly in my dreams, I spread my lips wide over my teeth and
pushed forward, playing my tongue along the sensitive underside of
the smoldering organ as I took first the head, then one inch, two and
more into my ravenous mouth, and beyond. With my eyes wide open, I
watched, transfixed, as the thick cock slowly disappeared into my
mouth. And when I felt the swollen head begin to push against the
back of my throat, I conciously willed my muscles to relax, to accept
this wonderful offerring. For a moment, maybe two, it seemed as if I
would fail, that the organ simply wouldn't fit within the deep
confines of my throat, but then it pushed on, and I watched in wonder
as the dark tangle of pubic hair grew closer and closer until,
finally, my nose came to rest pushed snugly against it.

My mouth and throat were stuffed as I never would have believed
possible, but I was smugly pleased to find that I could breath
through my nose well enough, and I took a few moments to savor the
warm, musky aroma wafting up from the nest of curls. There was
precious little room for it, but somehow I managed to slide my tongue
a bit along the base of the pulsating shaft, and I was rewarded with
a twitch in response. It seemed as if I could spend all day with my
prize lodged securely in my throat, but I had work to do, and I was
looking forward to it immensely.

Gently, I began to back off of the hot organ. As I withdrew, I
delighted in the feeling of the pulsing veins against my lips, and I
began to work my tongue along the shaft faster and faster. The owner
of the swollen tool began to squirm, which encouraged me to be more
aggressive; where I had begun as a submissive servant to the needs of
this wonderful hardon, I was now becoming its master. It needed,
desperately to be satisfied, and that was now within my control.
There was no doubt, however, that in the end there would be no loser.


With just the hot, turgid head once again within my sucking mouth, it
occurred to me that my hands were free to roam, and beneath the
pulsing shaft two heavy balls hung within their sac. My left hand
cupped the lusty orbs, massaging them gently. Peering around the
edges of the cock in my mouth, I could see that they did not hang
near as low as they did when first they appeared through the hole in
the wall, and even as I noted this, I could feel them rise higher
still, until they practically hugged the organ which now was
throbbing steadily.

With my tongue I lapped hungrily at the steady stream of precum
oozing from the tip of my rampant prize. Then, with a conscious
effort, I bobbed my head forward, impaling myself on the swollen
tool, all the way down till the head was buried deep within my
throat, then just as quickly I retreated, my pursed lips sucking at
the shaft and my teeth grazing, lightly and deliberately, over the
ridge around the head. The body connected to the organ began bucking
against the plywood partition, anxious now beyond control to loose
his heavy load. Again I sucked at the tip, harder than before,
whipping my tongue wildly about the head, which had grown darker and
fuller still as though it were about to burst. And again I drove
forward, fucking the inflamed cock with my mouth, kneeding the molten
shaft with my lips, and stroking the swollen balls with my hand. The
feel, the taste and smell of the lurid act had me in a frenzy, as my
own hard cock hung between my trembling thighs, throbbing and
dripping.

I had a tempo going now, bobbing my head, sucking this magnificent
cock with long, feverish strokes, the friction of my lips coaxing the
impending eruption nearer and nearer, until finally, inevitably, it
began.

My lips were nestled deep within the tangled nest of sweaty hair when
I felt the first hard pulse, and as the body beyond the hole slammed
against the wall, I quickly backed off, wrapping my lips firmly about
the shaft just below the head. And as I flicked my hungry tongue
against the tip, the organ jerked violently, once, twice and the
first spurt of hot cum boiled from the spasming cock into my waiting
mouth, splashing against my tongue. Quickly then, the second spurt
followed and the third, almost as one steady stream, the delicious
salty semen shot from the fountain of twitching flesh, filling my
mouth to overflowing, the creamy white nectar oozing out the corners
of my mouth as I continued to lap and suck. And then, finally, the
throbbing subsided and the flowing cum slowed to a dribble, and
giving the drained balls a final, gentle squeeze, I pulled my lips
from the cock which was beginning to soften, growing heavy in my
hand, I savored the feel and taste of the cum in my mouth for just a
moment, then swallowed my generous reward.



I sincerely hope you have enjoyed this story, a true account of my
initiation to male/male sex. Watch for future chapters, in which I
will offer additional details of my long-standing affair with The
GloryHole.

I offer this freely to all adults who may find enjoyment in he
reading, but if anyone is willing to provide me with Login Names and
Passwords to Gay Web Sites, I would very much appreciate it. Any data
sent to me will be held in strict confidence, and not distributed
elsewhere. Thank You.


As with "The GloryHole: Part 1, My First Time", this is a true
account of my personal experiences. In Part1, I described my
initiation into the world of male/male sex, via the anonymity and
freedom of the bookstore "gloryhole". It was 1979, I was single and
previously "straight", living in the upper midwest, about 3 hours
from Milwaukee, when I encountered my first adult bookstore about 30
minutes away from that city. AIDS was several years in the future
yet, as were the ubiquitous "video booths" of today. Peep-show booths
ran 8mm silent films instead. Now that you know the background, I
hope you enjoy reading about my early experiences, following my
initiation. 

PART 2: Further Adventures

For several days after my first taste of cock at the bookstore, I was
in considerable turmoil. On one hand, my middle-class rural
up-bringing made me feel "dirty" and disgusted with what I had done.
But on the other hand, I couldn't stop thinking about it, especially
as I lay in bed at night. I continually pondered all the details; the
sights and sounds, the smells and tastes and most of all, the way it
felt to suck cock. It frequented my dreams, and one morning I even
woke up to find my sheets soaked with cum: my first and only
wet-dream.

Still, there was the stigma of being "a fag". Bi-sexuality was mostly
unheard of at the time, and although I remained very much attracted
to women, I guess I believed that my homosexual desires made me just
plain queer. As we all know, however, absence, and abstinence, make
the heart grow fonder or, in this case, hornier. And by the end of
the week, I had already decided to make another Saturday pilgrimmage
to "GloryHole Mecca".

Arriving at the bookstore around mid-afternoon Saturday, my feelings
of guilt had me convinced that the store owner, who had been working
during my last visit, had silently judged me as a faggot. But when I
approached him for change for the peep-shows, he smiled warmly and
told me to enjoy myself. 

Once in back, I found that all but one booth was occupied, which I
should have suspected by the crowded parking lot. Entering the
available booth, I quickly realized that this booth had no holes. Not
knowing what else to do, I seated myself and started watching the
movies. It wasn't long, though, before I heard other booth doors
opening and people moving about. That's when I began to understand
that, because each booth ran 2 seperate movies, and short ones at
that, few viewers would stay long in any given booth, and it was
perfectly natural to move from one booth to another. Soon, I found
myself in a new booth, near the middle of the row of 12. 

This booth, like the one I'd been in the previous week, had holes in
both side-walls, roughly 4 inches in diameter. I'd noticed as I
entered that the red "occupied" lights were lit above the doors on
either side. This posed another interesting situation, as the last
time only one adjoining booth had been in use. All I could do was go
in and see what happened.

Shortly after the first film started, I glanced at both holes and
decided to investigate the left one first. A quick peek showed me a
non-descript man watching a movie with his hands in his pockets and
his pants zipped, so I took a furtive look into the booth on the
right, where I saw a youngish looking man doing the same thing with
the booth on his right. I resumed my seat, and after a couple minutes
I decided to check again. This time, the man was facing the screen,
standing to one side (mine) so as not to block the projected movie.
He had his cock out of his jeans and was slowly stroking the mostly
soft organ as he focused his full attention on the movie. Looking
beyond him, I could see through the hole opposite me that the other
booth was black inside, so no movie was running. Staying well back
from the hole, I could watch the man fondle his cock without being
seen...or so I thought.

Opening my pants, I freed my gradually thickening member and
continued to watch the masturbation in the next booth. Although the
occupant continued his stroking, his cock showed no signs of getting
any harder. I was intrigued, and as I watched I found myself
speculating about how a flaccid cock would feel in my mouth. I was to
find out shortly.

After several minutes of this voyeurism, I suddenly realized that the
man I was watching had been very slowly moving closer to the hole,
turning slightly as well, and before I knew it, he was leaning
against the partition with his still-soft member sort of
half-pointing toward the hole. Inexperienced as I still was, I really
wasn't sure what to make of this. Was he extending a subtle
invitation? Or was he merely leaning for comfort's sake? Finally, I
decided that, if he was presenting an offer, he would be aware of my
position, but if he wasn't, his location near the hole meant he was
unaware of my silent surveillance. So, I slowly inched closer to the
opening, just enough so that a vigilant potential partner would
notice the move and ionterpret it for what it was: a "counter-offer."
Sure enough, as soon as I moved, the guy turned toward the wall,
presenting his cock before the hole in such a way that there could be
no mistaking his desire. He was in the mood to get a blowjob, and I
was the lucky man.

On impulse, I used a gesture which I would later learn is rather
universal gloryhole code, putting just the tip of a finger on the
bottom of the opening. It had the desired effect, as the flaccid
organ advanced to, and through the hole before me. My impulses seemed
to be working, so I followed my next one and gently took the spongy,
dark tan head between my thumb and finger, massaging the cock which
was already showing signs of becoming engorged. Remembering my
earlier curiosity about soft cocks, I decided to get this tool into
my mouth before it got much thicker, but before I did, I made a quick
appraisal of the equipment at my disposal. It appeared that when
fully erect, my new plaything would be an inch, maybe two inches
shorter than the 8 inch weapon I had devoured the week before, but it
was also evident that this tool would expand to a much larger
circumference than any cock I had seen before, even in the high
school locker room where there were plenty to be seen. And the
balls...well, they were of average size, but they hung extremely low
in their hairy scrotum. 

With no further delays, I opened my mouth and sucked the soft cock
into my mouth, enjoying the pliability of the flesh in my hot
orifice. Immediately, though, the nature of the organ began to
change, as the shaft and plump head became rapidly engorged, filling
my mouth so fast that for a moment, I worried that I might have made
an awkward judgemental error. Stretching my jaws wider, though,
relieved the problem, and soon I found myself attending to my second
blowjob.

Certain that I'd never be able to fit this massively thick cock down
my throat, I concentrated on sucking and licking around the head,
paying special attention to the sensitive area just behind and below
the ridge. I began massaging his low-hung balls as I pulled back and
took a moment to examine the object of my attentions. Roughly 6 or 6
1/2 inches longer, this handsome tool was fully 7 inches around, and
sported the remains of a minimal circumcision; a bit of loose skin
just behind the head which kept the veins from being as pronounced as
my first cock. The skin, including the head, was of a uniformly
deep-tan color, which I found quite attractive, and a thick, short
mat of extremely kinky black hair surrounded the base.

But enough of that, I wanted this tool in my hot mouth, so I began by
giving the whole fat head a good tongue-washing. At the tip, I found
that the hole was also rather wide, and I spent a good amount of time
licking at it with the tip of my tongue, relishing the precum which
was beginning to flow. Then, I opened wide and steadily devoured as
much of the throbbing organ as I could get in my mouth, licking
steadily at the sensitive underside all the while. 

When it became obvious that a good inch or two of the shaft would not
fit into my mouth, I firmly grasped the base of the hot shaft in my
right hand and began stroking, picking up the rythm with my lips so
that I was keeping the entire cock stimulated. The balls in my grasp
began to tighten and rise in their sac, as the man behind the wall
grew increasingly aroused. Intermittantly, I would stop to suck hard
at the tip or lap at the underside of the head. His precum was
flowing steadily now, and I lasciviously smeared the salty fluid
across my lips. I was stroking faster now, as the massive shaft
throbbed insistantly in my sweaty grasp. I briefly took my mouth from
the deliscious organ to lap wantonly at the heavy balls, but quickly
returned to my sucking as a muffled moan emanated from the next
booth. A heavenly, musky aroma surrounded me as the desire mounted,
and the steady throbbing of the hot cock became erratic and more
intense. I pushed the tip of my tongue hard into the gaping slit and
squeezed the swollen head with my wet lips, my hand now racing along
the steely shaft as it twitched and jerked out of control.

And then, the hot balls within my grasp contracted, quickly and hard.
I could see the torso above the matted pubic hair straining against
the hole, and the cock-head between my lips swelled even more. The
firey organ pulsated in my hand and the first hot gush of creamy cum
erupted from his balls. The tip of my tongue was pushed firmly
against, almost into the cum-slit, as the blast of semen issued
forth. The sticky cream squirted around the tip of my tongue,
splattering against the roof of my mouth. As I kept up my feverish
jerking on the throbbing shaft, I pursed my lips around the gushing
hole and sucked, hard, at the pulsing flow of delicious cum which was
filling my mouth, shooting down my throat. I lost myself in the sheer
wanton lust of the moment, and I briefly wondered if I had also cum,
the sensation was so intense.

But then, finally, it was done. I carefully licked the softening
organ clean, savoring the flavor of every laste drop, until the
anonymous man behind the wall gently retrieved his satiated member
from my embrace, tucked it safely away, and left the booth. For a
minute I did nothing but revel in the waning excitement. I found that
this was, and always will be, a somewhat difficult phase of my
newfound passion, because unlike the recipients of my attentions,
whose lust naturally faded with the culmination of their desire, I
was left alone at the pinnacle of my excitement. I could have
alleviated the tension by hand, I know, but there is the other side
of the coin which is just as compelling. That is, I found that I
enjoy the sweet torture of unfulfilled desire. It feeds the fires for
the next encounter, making me crave it all the more.


In "The GloryHole" Parts 1 & 2, I described how I came to be
initiated in the wonders of male/male sex. It was 1979, and I lived
in the upper midwest, several hours by car from Milwaukee. I had
recently graduated from high-school, where I had been only marginally
successful with the girls, when I discovered an adult bookstore, my
first, about 30 minutes from the city. While exploring the peep-show
booths at the rear of the store, I learned of the existence and
purpose of the gloryhole. Although I was sufficiently shocked to
depart the store immediately, I couldn't stop thinking about, then
fantasizing about the things I'd seen. Finally, I had no choice but
to return and explore the experience for myself. My first taste of
cocksucking made an addict of me, and the second sealed my fate.

I should also mention here, as a bit of pertinent information, that
the peep-show booths at that time and place featured 2 separate 8mm,
silent, continuous-loop movie projectors which projected the film
onto the back of the closed door of the booth. Therefore, no two
booths showed the same films, giving rise to considerable
"booth-hopping."

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Part 3, Fond Memories


By the weekend following my second encounter, I was well beyond
anxious to make the 2 1/2 hour drive to the bookstore, and so I left
quite early, arriving at my destination before noon in an advanced
state of anticipatory lust. I was disappointed to find the parking
lot virtually deserted, but was determined to wait as long as
neccessary to indulge my new-found craving.

Behind the counter, the owner greeted me with a smile and what I
believed to be a glint of recognition in his eye, but he said nothing
as he exchanged my ten-dollar bill for quarters. Heading directly to
the back, the row of unlit red bulbs above the 12 brown doors
indicated that there were no other visitors to the booths as yet, so
I selected once more the second booth from the left end, where I had
already established fond memories. Feeding coins into the slots, I
watched the erotic images and waited.

Almost a half-hour passed before I detected the muted sounds of
activity in the corridor. My pulse quickened briefly, but I was again
disappointed as I heard a door open and close several booths away.
Within minutes, though, more sounds caught my ear, as additional
customers entered the dim hallway and quickly selected their booths.
And my cock stirred slightly within my jeans when the end booth on my
left was among those to be occupied. 

My previous two encounters had given me confidence, and so I wasted
no time in kneeling on the concrete floor to peer cautiously through
the waiting hole. Within the adjoining stall, the occupant had
already freed his swelling member from its confines and was making
tentative advances toward the opening in the wall. Positioning myself
immediately before the hole, I silently accepted his offer, and
within moments I was contentedly nursing on the turgid flesh.
Apparently, my anonymous "organ donor" was either rushed for time, or
had gone celibate for a while, because within minutes I was rewarded
for my efforts with a healthy load of hot cum which I swallowed with
satisfaction. 

On my previous two visits, I had departed almost immediately
following the culmination of my endeavors, but I had earlier decided
to extend my stay and indulge myself to my heart's desire. And by
mid-afternoon I had been the lucky recipient of 3 additional cocks,
and their resultant creamy gifts. At one point, I'd needed to
replenish my supply of quarters, and in so doing I was pleasantly
surprised when the proprieter offerred a warm smile, a wink, and an
extra 2 bucks worth of coins. His friendly demeanor was again in
evidence as I departed his store that day. It was nice to know that
my activities weren't thus far disdained.

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I will be the last to state that all blowjobs are alike, that each
does not in its own way have an exciting story to be enjoyed in its
own right. But the truth is, if I were to continue to detail each
experience chronologically, the facts would soon begin to lose their
lustful edge and the recounting would become tedious. So instead, I
would now like to take a fresh approach to this narrative by
submitting for your enjoyment some of my most memorable experiences,
as I continued to Worship at the GloryHole.


Those who have read the first 2 parts of my story may have noticed
that I made little mention of my own satisfaction. That is, my
satisfaction beyond that gained from sucking all those magnificent
cocks. I am of course talking about cumming, achieving orgasm for
myself. The truth is, I discovered from the very beginning that I
preferred not to cum during my visits to the bookstore. Like everyone
else, I suffer an appreciable decline in sexual excitement upon
climax, and a good deal of my enjoyment during my sessions at the
hole was attributable to the ever-building lust, the insatiable
craving which accompanied my encounters. At times, when I found my
services in high demand, my level of mind-numbing desire became
almost painful, which I came to think of as the "exquisite torture." 
And leaving the bookstore in such a statefueled my hunger as I
relived each sweet blowjob on my drive home, where finally, alone in
my bed, I would begin, slowly at first, teasingly to coax myself to
mind-shattering orgasm. 

Of course I had plenty of opportunties to relieve the pressure in my
balls, as offers of reciprocation were extended by my anonymous
partners frequently. These offers were invariably, but politely
declined. On a few occasions, some persistent would-be cocksucker
would practically refuse to take no for an answer. So, I'd agree to
feed him my own erect organ through the wall, allowing him to nurse
my cock for several minutes before retrieving it, explaining that I
had cum just before he arrived and would be unable to do so again for
some time. And so, over the 5 or 6 years during which I frequented
the bookstore, I probably only came a half-dozen times or so.

One of those times is a most unforgettable memory:

I had been regularly servicing bookstore patrons for over a year,
when one day a man entered the adjacent booth accompanied by an
attractive girl. Now, I have never considered myself to be gay;
rather than "homosexual", "heterosexual", or "bisexual", I have
always thought of myself as simply "sexual". And this young lady was
quite my type. She was short, perhaps 5'0" tops, with a nicely
rounded ass and firm looking breasts, which were obviously unfettered
beneath a tight tee shirt. Plenty of couples had done this before,
most leaving the booth upon finding the gloryhole, but a few times
they had stayed and seemed to delight in performing for an audience.
So when the movie had begun, and the girl had dropped to her knees to
perform that act which I relished, I settled in to enjoy the show. 

The girl deftly removed the man's handsome organ from his jeans and
proceeded to suckle him with a style and tenderness which I admired.
Then, after a minute or so of sucking and licking, she abruptly
pulled her mouth from the excited cock and turned to look me in the
eyes through the hole, and with a seductive smile inquired if I'd
like to "share this." Although I was momentarily too surprised to
respond, I recovered enough to reply that I would indeed enjoy
sharing, at which she quickly stood and left the booth, immediately
rattling the knob to mine. Not knowing what else to do, I let her in
and relocked the door, before realizing that my own hard cock was
openly jutting from my pants. This fact was not lost on her, as she
readily grasped my hot shaft in her warm hand, giving it a few slow,
gently strokes. 

Dropping to her knees beside the hole, she explained that she had
always wanted to suck her boyfriend off along with another guy. So,
within moments we were facing each other on the floor, with the
pulsing organ framed between our two sets of lips. We set about
experimenting with the many possibilities, both enjoying the act
immensely as we took turns burying the dripping member in our
throats, milking the shaft between our combined lips, and playing a
bit of "tongue tag" about the head. And finally, the end approached
as the head of the throbbing cock swelled, the heavily-veined shaft
twitched spasmodically, and the hot cum began to pump into our hungry
mouths. The copious load shot over our lips and chins and tongues,
until the flow subsided. Then, sensing the satiated man was watching
through the hole in the wall, his lady-friend and I kissed,
passionately, smearing the load of cum across our lips. I could only
think that the sight must have been incredible.

And then, as I thought the encounter was coming to an end, the lusty
young lady informed me that her guy would watch as I fucked her.
Before I could respond, she had stood and was shimmying out of her
tight jeans, her back to me and presenting me with such a beautiful
round ass that all thoughts of declining left me. And leaning
forward, she reached back and guided my pulsating member into her
dripping cunt. She made it clear she wanted it hard and fast, and I
was happy to oblige, pounding my swollen organ into her as she tore
her shirt up, over her head, revealing a most lovely pair of high,
firm breasts. And in no time at all I was there, pulling my jerking
cock from her cunt at the last moment to shoot my simmering load
across her quivering ass.



Epilogue:
In addition to being the only female I ever had sex with at the
bookstore, the young couple, Kim and Randy, were the only gloryhole
partners with which I ever developed an outside relationship. They
had an apartment nearby, and from time to time I would spend the
night with them, regaling them with details of my cocksucking
experiences of the day before horniness overcame us all, and the
fucking and sucking began.


The GloryHole: Part 4 -- More Firsts

As I stated in Parts 1 thru 3, my devotion to the GloryHole began in
1979, before AIDS and video-booths. The bookstore I frequented had a
single row of peep-shows, each of which ran 2 different 8mm silent
films on continuous loops. The store was about 30 minutes outside
Milwaukee, and about a 3 hour drive from my home.

Part 4:

Within a couple of months of my first, virgin visit to the bookstore,
I had become something of a "regular" there. I was there every
Saturday for mst of the afternoon, evening, and often well into the
next morning. And, I managed to make it about every other Sunday, as
well. The distance from my home was something of a mixed blessing;
the six hour round trip sucked, but being well away from my hometown
allowed me the freedom to behave as wantonly as I desired.

By this time, all of my initial trepidation was gone. I felt quite at
ease in the environment, and had become friends with Ray, who owned
the place. Ray was a thrice-divorced ex-cop, and while I was made to
understand that he was strictly "straight", he demonstrated no
disdain for me and the handful of other GloryHole devotees who
frequented his business. In fact, he was quite willing to let me know
that he thought my "activities" in the back room were good for
business. I could see it was true, as it was not unusual on a busy
Saturday night for numerous horny customers to hang out in the other
booths while they waited their turn in the stall next to mine. Ray
was strict about his "No Loitering" policy; keep feeding the coin
slots in the booth are get the hell out! On the other hand, though,
Ray showed his sincerity about keeping me around by charging me a
minimal flat fee per day, then keeping me supplied with tokens, which
the coin mechanisms accepted interchangably with quarters.

All modesty aside, I had developed considerable talent at sucking
cock, no doubt due equally to repetition and enthusiasm. The
"surprises" and new situations which came frequently in the beginning
were now few and far between. This is not to imply that things had
grown mundane; I continued to enjoy my encounters with rampant lust
and desire. If anything, my expanding expertise and confidence added
to the quality of my cocksucking experiences. 

Still, I had become rather unshakable by the day in question. It was
getting fairly late, close to midnight as I recall, and things were
slowing down. I'd accepted perhaps a dozen tasty loads and was
starting to anticipate the drive home, where, in the privacy of my
own bed, I would fondly reflect on every last detail of the day as I
slowly provided my own release.I was in my "usual" booth, the second
from the left end with its two opposing GloryHoles, when the door to
the end stall signaled the arrival of a new prospect. Things
progressed as normal; the occupant locked his door, fed a number of
coins into one of the projector mechanisms, opened his jeans, removed
his cock, and proceeded to keep one eye on the movie and one on the
hole in the partition, hoping to get an offer. I rubbed one finger
along the bottom edge of the four-inch opening, and within seconds a
slowly thickening organ emerged. It was, by all standards, a very
average, though handsome member. Perhaps seven inches in length, it
was cut and nicely proportioned, maybe a bit on the slender side. The
head was dark and somewhat heart-shaped, tapering at the tip. 

I wasted no time in sucking the swelling tool into my hungry mouth. I
just love the feeling of a cock growing hard in my mouth, the veins
expanding against my lips and tongue. Within moments the hot organ
had expanded to its full size, and I lovingly went about my task.
Even with the intervening wall, it is almost always obvious whether
your partner desires a hot, fast blowjob or would prefer something
slower, more tantalizing and drawn out. And in this case, the latter
was definitely in order, so I adjusted my pace accordingly, certain
that I was enjoying the act as much as my anonymous partner. It was
slightly surprising, then, when after about a minute of nursing, the
object of my attention was gently, yet firmly withdrawn. Seconds
later, the reason for the interruption was made clear, when a voice
softly inquired through the opening if I "ever take it in the ass." 

I must now plead ignorance. I had, of course, been much exposed to
the act of anal intercourse, through the countless movies and
magazines I'd seen in the previous months. And not too surprisingly,
I had occasionally wondered what it would be like to get fucked. But
I must admit that it simply had never occurred to me that the
GloryHole might be used for that purpose. Now, however, the mechanics
of the act computed quickly and I realized that it could work just
fine. So, the question now was, did I want it?

As little as a month earlier, my answer would have been
unequivocally, definitely No. But as I said, I had become quite
confident in this place, and so I quickly made up my mind to just go
ahead and try it. I explained to my partner in simple terms that I
had never done this, but would be willing to give it a try. I
honestly warned him that, while I was determined to do my best, I
wasn't going to guarantee that I'd be able to see it through to the
end. He understood, and also agreed to my insistance on thorough
lubrication. I knew it could be had for a price in the store, and
briefly wondered what Ray would think when this guy leaves the booth
next to mine, buys a tube of K-Y, and returns to the stall. It turned
out, however, that my partner was prepared, as he produced a brand
new tube of lubricant for my approval. 

He may have been concerned that I would change my mind, because he
wasted no time in applying a generous coating of jelly to his rampant
organ. Wondering if I'd finally gotten in over my head, I stood and
turned my back to the wall. Sliding my jeans down around my ankles, I
decided that I would benefit from the extra height of the heels on my
cowboy boots and left them on, hoping that my pants wouldn't pose a
problem. Then, taking a deep breath, I bent at the waist and eased
back against the wall until I felt the smooth outline of the hole
frame my virgin orifice perfectly. 

I braced my arms against the opposite wall, finding the position to
be actually quite comfortable. I was still nervous, though, and I
flinched slightly when I felt warm fingers touch my sensitive hole.
Slowly, and exceedingly gently, my partner applied generous amounts
of lubricant to my ass, sliding his fingers along the crack,
gradually increasing the pressure on my puckered anus until finally,
I felt him push steadily at the hole with one well-lubed finger. 

I was pleasantly surprised at the minimal discomfort, when my virgin
hole finally gave way and his finger entered my ass. Full was the
only way to describe the sensation. The finger remained still within
the hot confines of my rectum for maybe half a minute, before slowly
easing in deeper. When I felt the knuckles press against my crack,
the finger reversed, backing out and slowly moving in tiny circles.
And as the tip of the finger reached my tight opening, back it went,
faster now, until a regular pace was established, and the lube was
worked in completely. 

And then, suddenly, I was empty. Several seconds passed while I
concentrated on relaxing, my legs shaking slightly in nervous
anticipation, until a new sensation told me the moment had come. My
partner placed the swollen tip of his cock tight against my waiting
hole, and gradually, almost undiscernably, increased the pressure
until finally I felt my orifice give way, and the smoldering cock
slip in. There was an initial twinge of pain as the thick ridge
around the head forced me wider, but my partner stopped until he felt
me relax, and then continued on. 

The first entry is always the hardest, but with patience it can be
endured. By the time I felt his coarse pubic hair against my inflamed
ass, the discomfort was steadily abating, and an entirely different
sensation began to grow. After a moment, the swollen organ began its
retreat, sliding almost effortlessly in my well-lubed hole until only
the head remained. Faster now, I was again impaled, the sensations
now decidedly erotic. Steadily my anonymous friend increased the
tempo, and with a start I realized that for the first time, I was
being Fucked! 

Soon I found myself utterly lost in the act, so it was with some
surprise that I opened my eyes and found I was being watched through
the hole before me. Realizing he'd been "caught", the voyeur pulled
away from the opening. I almost regretted losing my audience, until I
saw that the GloryHole was once again occupied. The cock that issued
from the hole was fully erect, precum oozing from the bulbous head.
It was at least nine inches long, and thick, with prominent swollen
veins along the full length of the throbbing shaft. 

By now, the cock behind me was fucking me hard and deep. My own
member twitched and bounced between my sweaty thighs. The lust was
all-consuming. Mindlessly, yet deliberately, I opened my mouth wide
and dove for the rampant organ before me, impaling myself upon it as
the cock behind me pistoned in and out. My tongue played frantically
against the steely shaft as I made the cock mine, forcing my head
down until the turgid flesh was buried in my throat. Then I picked up
the rythm of the pumping organ in my ass, sucking as I worked my lips
up and down the cock, lost in the lust of it all. 

I really don't have any idea how long it lasted, so caught up was I
in the wanton desire of the moment. Finally, though, as if carefully
orchestrated in advance, I felt both tools begin to swell as one,
throbbing spastically, growing hotter still, the veins like molten
steel. I was now fully participating in the fucking, slamming my hot
ass back to meet his strokes, then diving forward to bury the
luscious organ in my throat. My tongue lapped feverishly at the cock,
which felt as if it would burst, I clenched the muscles of my ass,
milking the fiery piston, willing it to cum. And then, with
deliscious synchronization, both cocks erupted. Behind me, my partner
buried his tool as deep as possible in my ass, the throbbing member
pumping spurt after spurt of burning cum into me. And before me,
another turgid cock jerked violently in my mouth as it spewed a
fountain of wonderful cream into my mouth, down my throat. And
finally, just as they had begun together, so they subsided together.
I continued to clench my ass around the drained shaft within me,
milking it of every drop, while my cum-coated tongue lapped easily at
the last of the semen leaking from the softening cock in my mouth.
Then it was through.


The GloryHole: Part 5

This is the fifth part in my series of stories about my experiences with
the GloryHole. In parts 1 through 4, I detailed my initiation to the joys
of male-male sex beginning with my discovery in 1979 of an adult bookstore
just outside Milwaukee, about a three hour drive from my home. At that
time, video viewing booths were not yet common, so the "peep-show" booths
at this particular store each contained two 8mm silent film projectors
running short porn movies, about 10 minutes long, on a continuous loop,
which were projected onto the white-painted surface of the booth's closed
door. Many of the booths offered one "straight" film and one gay-male film.
About half of the ten or twelve booths also featured gloryholes in one or
both side-walls, and it was at these holes that I regularly knelt to
worship.

PART 5: My fondest memories.

Just as I am reasonably certain that almost every devoted cocksucker
remembers fondly the biggest or most impressive organ around which he ever
had the pleasure of wrapping his lips, I am positive that, if he was ever
fortunate enough to be presented with a truly massive cock, the memory
would be forever engraved upon both his mind and his tongue. 

During the years when I frequented the bookstore's Gloryholes, I was
fortunate enough to suck and lick hundreds of lusty tools, and among them
were numerous cocks whose dimensions were sufficiently impressive to
satisfy almost anyone, at least temporarily....I was, after all, a wantonly
insatiable cocksucker, and take some pride in the fact. With time, it is
unfortunate but true that the memories of all those throbbing shafts and
dripping cockheads tend to run together, into a series of vaguely
remembered blowjobs. Some, though, were highly unforgettable, and to this
day I enjoy closing my eyes and reliving each detail as I stroke my hard
cock to eruption. 

And then there was this one cock, a tool of extraordinary size and
exquisite beauty, which stands in a class of its own now, in my mind, as
though it were yesterday. 

It was pretty much like every other Saturday night, in that I spent all of
it either sitting in the booth watching the movies run, or on my knees
servicing some anonymous "organ donor" at the hole. Due to the intensity of
the encounter I am about to describe, the rest of the evening is memorable
only by association, and so I can state with certainty that, by 11:00 P.M.,
or shortly thereafter, I had been the grateful recipient of 5 healthy loads
of simmering semen; barely enough to whet my appetite. It had been a busy,
tiring week, and I hadn't managed to jerk myself off in several days; I
routinely enjoyed this release in my bed at night, frequently dosing off
with my cum-coated hand laid against my lips, but the week was so strenuous
that I could barely stay awake long enough to get undressed, and thus I
found myself in my usual booth that Saturday, with a greater than normal
lust throbbing in my jeans and in my brain. The lack of partners to satisfy
only increased the need. 

I was just beginning to write the evening off as a bust, when the squeaking
hinges on the door to the adjoining booth announced the arrival of a new
prospect. Waiting the usual 30 seconds, to allow my neighbor time to feed
the coin mechanism and, hopefully, open his pants, I dropped to my knees
and peered through the opening in the plywood partition, just in time to
watch the occupant lower his zipper over a tremendous bulge, and slowly
haul out the biggest, most mouth-watering cock I'd ever seen or dreamed of.
The monster was flaccid, and sported a generous foreskin which fully
covered the head. In the dim glow of the clattering projector I could see
that the heavily veined shaft was quite dark of color; not exactly tan, but
more of a deep mocha color with a purplish tint. So awestruck was I at
first, that it was several long moments before I thought to measure the
tool with my eyes, which had become something of an automatic routine for
me as I assessed the equipment I would be working with. This cock would
obviously set a new standard, and after a moment's evaluation I concluded
that the organ in the next booth was at least 14 inches in length...soft.
It was a well-proportioned tool, as well, and I speculated that the shaft
might swell to almost 3 inches in diameter when fully erect....Which gave
way to the possibility that such a cock may not be capable of achieving the
steely hardness which I much prefer. I had witnessed, intimately, a number
of occasions when larger organs failed to become as fully-engorged as their
smaller brethren, and even though they were nonetheless capable of cumming
under my manipulations, I found the semi-soft cocks somewhat lacking to my
personal taste. Still, I quickly decided, any opportunity at all to service
the massive weapon before me could not fail to be satisfying.

As I continued to devour the cock with my eyes, the organ's owner began to
slowly stroke it with one hand, gently working up and down the shaft,
alternating sliding it within his grasp and squeezing the hot flesh. A
surprisingly sparse nest of black, finely textured hair surrounded the base
and first inch of the thick shaft, as well as the low-slung, heavily-laden
scrotum hanging below. In proportion to the cock itself, the twin orbs
within the loose skin of the sac were the largest I had ever seen, and even
though I knew that the size of the balls doesn't reflect the size of the
simmering load, I was nevertheless anticipating a hearty mouthful from
those succulent nuts....that is, of course, in the event that they were
offered to me, which they as yet had not. And THAT possibility was to
horrendous to consider, so I moved closer to the hole in the hope that my
gesture would initiate a response.

For a moment or two, I thought that my worst fears would come true, as the
occupant next door continued to manipulate his still-flaccid organ,
seemingly ignoring my now-obvious presence. My heart actually fluttered
within my chest then, when the body began to turn my way, and the tip of
the cock grew closer, slowly, almost as if my anonymous friend was teasing
me, deliberately torturing me with lustful desire for the magnificent flesh
which he controlled. But as agonizing as it was, I was now quite sure that
my silent offer had been accepted, and the act would be consummated in due
time. Hoping to spur him on with a show of devotion and submission, I
reluctantly took my eye from the portal and pressed my wide-open mouth
against the edges of the gloryhole, easing my tongue forward and down over
my teeth. I was now, essentially, blindfolded. I could no longer see the
object of my desire. All I could do was wait, the seconds like hours, for
the anticipated touch of his foreskin on my lips or tongue. Until that
moment, I honestly hadn't considered my ability to deal with such an
immense cock, but as I waited, shaking and sweating on my knees, a wave of
panic washed over me as I realized that, if my desires were fulfilled, my
previously undoubted skills as a cocksucker would be pushed to the limit. 

Then, while my mind raced through the simple mechanics of satisfying this
formidable tool, a jolt of electricity coursed through me as the hot,
velvety folds of the foreskin met my tongue. I was extended as far as my
hungry lips and tongue could reach, so all I could do for the moment was
savor the sensations as the cock was fed into my mouth. The moment was
excrutiatingly sensual, and exquisitely maddening. It seemed almost as if
time stood still, but just as I was beginning to wonder if I was dreaming
the entire encounter, the silky skin began to slide further into my waiting
orifice, and abruptly the thickness of the still-sheathed cockhead pushed
at my lips. After almost a year of devoted sucking in the booths, I had
grown very familiar with the feeling of a cock in my mouth, though not the
least weary of it. This, though, was entirely different, and I was slightly
startled by the newness of the sensations, which were intensified by my
inability to see what was happening. The head of the organ was not as yet
completely within my mouth, but my lips were already being stretched wide,
and my quivering tongue was pressed against my teeth. I slid my tongue back
into my mouth, caressing the salty flesh as I did so. This afforded me a
bit more room to accomodate the cock, as well as the chance to explore the
foreskin within my mouth. It was time for me to be more aggressive in my
efforts, and summoning my much-practiced skills, I began to flick the tip
of my tongue lightly about the flesh within my hot mouth, slipping it into
the folds of foreskin, seeking the tip of the plump head within.
Immediately I tasted the  salty precum which was oozing from the hole at
the tip, which I quickly found with the tip of my serpantine tongue,
lapping quickly at steady stream of delicious fluid. Deftly, I poked at the
gaping hole, which was as oversized as the rest of the monster organ, and
found that I could actually penetrate the dripping orifice a little. Loving
the novelty of the act, I slipped the last half-inch of my pointed tongue
in and out of the hole, fucking the cockhead with my motions. At the same
time, I gradually began to lean back, away from the wall, and was pleased
to find that the cock was staying with me. I opened my eyes to watch the
huge shaft, now visibly thickening, as it came through the hole. I had
always found the sight thrilling, but this was beyond anything I ever
experienced. The turgid flesh, while nowhere near fully engorged, was even
thicker than I had thought it would be, almost filling the well-worn hole
in the wall. Fat veins covered the dark shaft like vines, and I wasted no
time in grasping the swelling flesh in first one, then both of my trembling
hands. It seemed as though the shaft would never stop coming through the
gloryhole, but when I finally saw the black pubic hair curled around the
base of the shaft, I was just a bit disappointed to see that there was no
way for those huge, lovely balls to fit through. My disappoinment was
short-lived, though, as the throbbing hose in my hands demanded my
attention. 

Slowly, I eased back, sucking at the cock as I pulled my mouth away. My
hands began to stroke the shaft in earnest, with a sensual rythm and light,
coaxing squeezes. I could finally relax my jaw for a few moments, and I
took the opportunity to examine the object of my attentions up close. With
trembling fingers, I gently slipped the foreskin back, revealing the
tremendous head of the cock at last. It was even darker than the shaft, and
pleasantly tapered. The ridge about the base was wide and pronounced. The
tip oozed clear precum, a lengthy string of the fluid stretching from the
hole to my lower lip. The whole of it continued to swell, more slowly than
any other I'd fed upon, but the swelling showed no signs of slowing,
either. I watched, delerious now with lust, as the shaft began to develop a
slight upward curve, and the veins became even more pronounced beneath the
tightening skin. I went back to work with my lips and tongue, bathing the
glistening head with a mixture of saliva and precum, nipping delicately at
the sensitive ridge, sucking at the underside of the shaft. I tried once
more to fit the monster into my mouth, and with a concentrated effort,
managed to work the entire head into my starving orifice. The turgid tool
was now fully erect, as hard as any cock can be. The veins pulsed within my
caressing hands, and the entire organ began to throb steadily. I increased
the speed of my hands, stroking in unison along the heavy organ, my fingers
not even close to meeting around the pulsating shaft. My anonymous partner
was visibly squirming against the wall, trying to pump his excited tool
toward me, but his efforts were in vain. The finale was mine to
orchestrate, and I was confident that neither of us would be disappointed.

The tempo of the act was almost frenzied now. My hands pumped feverishly at
the throbbing cock, and I sucked hard at the oozing cockhead within my
anxious mouth. My stroking hand repeatedly pushed the remainig slack of his
foreskin against my lips, and my tongue found room to flick against the
sensitive underside of the head. The body attached to the monstrous organ
was bucking now, against the plywood wall, and the shaft began to swell
even further, impossible as it seemed. The rythmic throbbing became
spastic, and the rampant cock started jerking hard. My hands were a blur as
they coaxed, no, demanded that the beast give up its load. Sweat dripped
from my face. I was one with the organ.

I was sucking as hard as I ever had when the turgid cockhead swelled within
my mouth. The delicious, silky skin was stretched to the point of bursting,
and the engorged shaft swelled, then jerked violently within my grasp,
signaling that we had passed the point of no return. It was time, the
beginning of the end. The eruption began with one long, drawn-out throb
throughout the entire cock, and a tiny initial spurt of watery semen. A
moment's pause followed, and then the flow began in earnest. The organ
pulsated, hard, long, steady beats as the simmering cum was pumped up the
shaft, and it was only after the third pulse that the wonderful fluid
reached the tip, and shot into my waiting mouth. The cum was hot, and as
thick as can be. The spurting cock shot the tasty nectar against my tongue
and teeth, and deep into my mouth. The throbbing continued, and the
quantity was incredible, quickly filling my over-stuffed mouth. I swallowed
my prize once, then twice, and finally one more, before the flow began to
subside. And as the throbbing shaft grew weary within my loving hands, I
took my cum-soaked mouth from the statiated organ and lapped gently at the
tip while the last few half-hearted spurts coated my tongue. And when it
was through, the depleted cock slowly withdrew, and only then did I close
my eyes and slowly swallow the last of my creamy, well-earned prize.

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I hope you have enjoyed reading about my adventures. Watch for Part 6,
cumming soon.