"Hollywood Deepthroat 7 - The Glory Hole"
by hollywooddeepthroat@gmail.com

First off, apologies to Terry, the sexy assistant from Part 6, whom I inadvertently referred to as "Teddy" in one instance. I have no clue how to go about correcting the file already on Nifty, so I'll just acknowledge the error here, and hopefully that will pacify those who emailed me directly to let me know I made a typing error. Whoops. I fucked up. Now on to the sex.

I mentioned in an earlier posting that Eddie had planned on installing a glory hole wall in the cottage where I stay, and I haven't yet told you all about some of the hot dick I've been privileged to work on since it's been opened for business.

I love anonymous sex, and I especially love sucking dick through a glory hole. It gives me a thrill to see a nice hard rod slide through a hole, knowing the man on the other side is horny and dying to feel a warm mouth and tongue work some magic on his cock and balls. Having a glory hole where you live is actually nice! How convenient is it to wander into the (former) enclosed patio area to find a cock waiting to be sucked? I think In-Home Glory Hole Walls will surely be the wave of the future.

Once the wall was up and ready, Eddie made sure he lined up a few guys to stop over and give it a test drive. Now... this was no ordinary glory hole. I've used more than a few makeshift suck holes in the past, and they're usually no more than a piece of paneling or waferboard propped up against a doorway or closet, with a crude, jagged opening for a gutsy (and hopefully not too hung) guy to stick his dick through. This glory hole wall was nothing like that.

The guy who constructed it (did I already mention how hot that guy was?) created something that's freestanding, and has three "walls" instead of one. He used drywall mounted on a two-by-four framework with three separate large smooth-edged holes (lined with black latex!) for dicks to access my mouth. Since not all guys are 5'10", he created one a little lower (for the short horny guys) and one a little higher (for those hung tall guys) and so far it's worked out great. The wall unit supports itself, and is sturdy enough for the guy getting sucked to latch on to the top of the wall (or the wall-mounted handles!) to support his body as I suck the energy right out of him. The whole works looks kind of like a giant puppet show stage, but with glory holes in lieu of a proscenium arch. Eddie made sure I have a little padded stool that sits on the floor behind the cut-outs, so I don't have to wear my knees out during a prolonged suck session.

The first few guys to stop over and use the hole didn't linger long; in and out of my mouth, leaving only a nice load behind. Guy Number Four showed up late one night and had a lot more stamina, so our fun lasted for nearly an hour.

Eddie had sent me a text message letting me know I should expect a late night visitor. I had already stripped down to my boxers and was lazily stroking my cock in anticipation of the visit. When I heard the side door open, I knew the visitor had arrived. I crept out to the sun porch and took a seat on my stool. It was dark, with only enough light from the other room to give the guy on the other side of the wall enough of an idea where the glory hole was positioned.

As my own eyes adjusted to the dark, I peered through one of the openings and watched the dark shape of the visitor strip entirely naked. I think I knew right then that this was not going to be a quick suck. I could make out the outline of a well-built body and could tell his chest and belly were dark with hair. His underwear were white briefs, and they nearly glowed in the darkness. I could make out the shape of a nice erect cock snaking along the lower edge of the briefs, and my mouth started to water.

The guest slid his underwear down and hefted his cock in both hands. I put my face up the hole I felt he would elect to use and opened my mouth. I shut my eyes and waited, and a second later felt his dick brushing past my lips and headed for the back of my mouth. I moaned, he moaned, and soon his cock was balls-deep in my mouth.

He got close to cumming quickly, and informed me in a loud whisper that there was "no way I want to cum so fast." I eased back and let my tongue bathe his nuts, which were textured in close-cropped hair. He lifted his low hangers so I could move my mouth through the hole, teasing his taint and even tickling the edges of his hole.

Once he realized I was willing to rim him, he slid his cock and nuts back onto his side of the wall and turned around, bending at the waist and spreading his cheeks, which he backed up to the hole. Bravo to the hunky contractor, who artfully decided to make a glory hole wide enough for me to rim a guy through.

I stuck out my tongue until it was narrow and hard, and used it like a small wet dildo on the guy's squeaky-clean pucker. This drove him nuts, and he warned me repeatedly that he was going to "nut all over the floor, it feels so good." His hole was going crazy, the muscle clenching my tongue and trying to pull it deeper inside. I pulled back and sucked two of my fingers, sliding them deep into his eager hole as soon as they were sticky with my saliva.

"Oh God, yeah man! Massage it right there." I could feel his nugget throbbing against my fingers and I knew he was going to cum. I hated to have the load wasted, but massaging his prostate felt too damn hot to stop. He screamed that he was cumming and I felt his ass muscles grip my fingers like a vice. I kept finger fucking him, despite the fact that his tight ass appeared to be trying to crush the bones. If he had shot out a rope of cum for every clench I had felt, I knew there was going to be one hell of a mess to clean up on the other side of the wall once he left.

After cumming, the guy pulled away. I think he might have slipped in his own cum, but his legs may just have been wobbly after climaxing so hard. I expected him to hurriedly dress and split, but he turned back to the hole, once again using both hands to stroke his big dick. "Still hard," I heard him say. The more he spoke, the more I was starting to think I knew his identity...

I put my face back up to the hole and tried to see his face, but it was too dark. I closed my eyes and waited to see if he would feed me again. I nearly gagged in delight as his dick went back down my throat. I reached through the hole and played with his nuts, which seemed to hang even lower now, despite the fact that he'd just blown a wad. As I sucked, his hands found their way through the other two glory hole openings and he began to caress my head, face and shoulders as I sucked him off. He would go completely still every thirty seconds or so, and I could tell he was fighting the urge to cum again. After being brought to the edge several times, he pulled completely out of my mouth. I figured he was too close to the edge to risk being inside me.

"Let me suck you. I want to cum again, but I want to taste your load in my mouth first." I could tell he was squatting down on the other side of the wall. What little I could see of his face completely matched the image I had in my mind about who he was. Standing up, I dropped my boxers and slid my cock through the hole. A moment later I felt him go down on me. Damn! He knew how to suck. His tongue was like a slow-moving sea creature undulating against the underside of my shaft. I was going to cum in no time.

He ignored my warnings and kept up with his oral assault, working me to - and over - the edge. I cried out as my load shot deep into his belly; he grunted with satisfaction as I fed him every drop. He held my cock in his mouth until it started to soften, and then slowly eased off. I could tell a lot of my cum was swimming in his mouth, and my dick was dripping with my own jizz when I pulled it back through the hole.

I sat back down on my stool and waited for him to feed me again. His dick was inside me, but this time he was pumping my mouth, eager to feed me as good as I had fed him. He warned me that he was close, but I swallowed him to the nuts, using the back of my throat and my tongue to coax that second load out of his hot balls. I felt my mouth flood with delicious cum, opening my gullet to take it down the hatch. This time, he pulled out and began to dress, choosing to carry his shirt instead of putting it on.

As he left the patio, I crept back into the other room, peering through the wooden slats of the blinds to get a glimpse of him. I couldn't see his face at first, but his shirtless body - muscular and hairy - was a sight to behold. And then as he turned to lower himself into his car, I saw him clearly. Though his television show has been off the air for years, he still looks as good as he did during its heyday.

So while I love anonymous glory hole sex, I have to say I got an even bigger thrill out of seeing who the guy was as he was leaving. Now I just have to hope he comes back... so I can charm him onto the other side of the wall... and into my bed.