Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2016 03:15:11 +0100 From: Derek Winslow 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. The author(s) claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. 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. If you liked this story, tell me your thoughts at ilovebass@mail.com Also take a look at my other stories on nifty (trucker-buddys-cam and asylum-dare) Be sure to donate to Nifty!