Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2007 18:05:15 EST
From: Volatw@aol.com
Subject: Porn Stores and Glory Holes

I had arrived early, had some time to kill waiting to meet a friend in the
capital city for a business lunch. One thing led to another, then another,
and another.

Walking the streets near where we were to meet for lunch I was doing some
window shopping. At a busy corner I stood at the doorway of a store
featuring porn books, magazines, toys and movies. I decided to check out
some books and magazines, maybe buy some jerk off material. I sure was not
getting enough sex to satisfy my usually mid-20-year-old hard cock.

The sales materials were arranged in sections. I was drawn to the display
of men-men sex publications and toys. Checking out the merchandise I
watched a succession of men enter and leave an aisleway that split off into
two Ts of aisles - a pair on the left, another pair to the right.

Venturing into the entry aisleway I heard the dialogue of movies playing in
booths, occassionally even some more realistic sounds of people apparently
enjoying sex. Subdued by the walls of the many cubicles the sounds were
intriguing.

The way the booths were arranged in the aisleways behind a front and back
wall, each booth was opposed by another booth in each of the three
aisleways. My curiosity growing, I watched a couple of men come into the
aisleways, find booths with unlit red lights above the doors, check the
doors to see of they opened, and enter the small rooms. Each of the men had
a fistful of quarters.

I went back into the main store, watched another man exchanging a bill for
some quarters. Determined to check out this part of the store I stepped to
the counter, offered a $10 and got quarters in exchange. I went in the
booths area entryway again, all the way to the back wall. Most of the
booths' redlights were lit, but I spotted one unlit. I checked, opened the
door, entered the dark, little room, and slid the door locking bolt closed.

Immediately the smell of men's cum, sweat, saliva and more reached my
nostrils. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the booth, I saw a screen
on the wall to my left, a short wooden bench along the wall to my right. I
sat on the bench, found the coin slot dimly lit by a backlight, and dropped
a quarter. The screen flickered to life with a rear-projected movie of a
mmf sex scene - a naked woman on her knees on a bed taking a cock in her
mouth and one from behind. In seconds the movie stopped playing. I dropped
several quarters to start the player again.

This time I had enough light from the screen to see a set of selection
buttons - one to go forward, one to go back in viewing several movies, not
only the first one that had played. I settled on a movie of two guys
meeting in a gym locker room, getting together, stripping off each others
clothes and engaging in hot man-man sex - hands roaming, neck nuzzling,
chest licking, nipple kissing and sucking, navel tonguing, treasure-trail
sliming, ballsmouthing and cockstroking, working to an exciting 69.

My cock had gotten hard as an iron bar and was leaking pre-cum into my
underwear. I undid my trousers, pulled them down with my underpants, cupped
my nuts in their hairy sac and started stroking slowly.

I saw movement - a darkening, lightening, then darkening again, out of the
corner of my eye toward the wall separating my booth from the booth to my
right. I stopped pulling on my pud, looked toward the movement. A cockhead
appeared in an oval hole about 6" long, 4+" wide, three feet or so above
the floor.

Now I'd had some experience with dicks as a youth, even some full-grown
mens cocks. Some friends and I had played with, sucked each other when we
were in the 7th grade. We had been caught one day by some men hunting in
the woods where we played, and they had us suck their much bigger cocks. A
couple of my male cousins and I fooled around some too while on family
visits. I'd even been introduced further by a man to pleasing and being
pleased by men when I was a few years older still in school; my family then
living on a farm. Those are other stories though - "Friends," "Cousins,"
and "Camping Trip First Time."

I had not touched a cock other than my own for almost 10 years. The one
sliding further through the hole into my booth was a beaut. The knob end
was flared - a real mushroom crown. A bead of shiny, clear juice drooled in
the 1/2"-long peeslit. The shaft, clearly defined by the ridge around the
fleshy helmet, was stiff, a big vein on the underside and a crisscrossing
of veins around the sides onto to top of that anonymous throbber. I had
never touched, let alone kissed, licked or sucked the cock of a stranger,
but I sure wanted this one. I wanted to feel, taste, smell it in my hand,
mouth; suck this man off and take his cum.

I wrapped my thumb and fingers around the stalk just behind the head. I
pulled it, bringing forth more of his clear, slick pre-cum. I covered the
knob with my lips, licked the salty sweet, slimy flow onto my tongue. It
felt, smelled, tasted just as I remembered it from my younger days - a hard
shaft of velvety skin, spongy knob, pungent, pleasing to the smell and
taste.

"Yeah, oh yeah, suck it! Suck my cock," a voice breathed to me from beyond
the wall.

Oh did I ever want to suck it, to bring him off in my mouth, feel him
swell, throb, shoot in my mouth; flood my face with his hot, creamy
jism. Streaks of white - old, dried cum, spit, covered over with a fresher
glistening fluids mixture - staining the dark wall made me hesitate. I
pulled my mouth off, let go with my hand of this meat I wanted so much. I
reached for mine, still jutting up, oozing pre-cum too, to put my cock
away, rearrange my pants and leave to meet my business friend who must be
waiting for me by now.

I was careful to use my dry hand, wipe my hand wet with his pre-cum and my
spit on my trousers leg. I was going to get out of there. Think about
it. Maybe try again another day. As soon as I touched my own hard rod
though, felt my pre-cum-covered stiffie, I surrendered. At least I could
jerk off this stanger, not leave him so frustrated, and jerk off myself at
the same time.

I put my hand back around his slick, hard pole, pulled on it. Sliding my
hand up and down, milking out more of his slimy juice, I stroked my cock
with my other hand.

"Umnh, good," he moaned, "feels so good. Please suck it again. Your lips
felt so good on it."

Oh what the hell? Flushed, hot, sweating, relishing that long ago taste,
feel, smell so briefly, I surrendered to my lust. I knelt on the floor
facing his cock through the whole. My knees squished in pre-cum, cum and
spit on the floor. Yuck! What a mess.

Undaunted, determined now to do what he and I both wanted, I wrapped my
lips around his helmet again. I licked at the head, moved forward sliding
his meat through my lips, over my tongue. I removed my hand from his stalk,
pressed it against the wall, took more of his cock deeper into my
mouth. Stroking my cock I moved my head back and forth fucking my face with
his hot, slimy rod, slurping on it with the back strokes and sliding
further onto it with the in strokes.

"Umnh, yeah, yeah, yeah," he moaned. "Suck it," he grunted, moving with my
rhythm, pushing more of his length through the hole, punching at the back
of my throat, his pre-cum flowing over my tongue, coating the insides of my
mouth.

He did just as I remembered and expected - swelled, throbbed, jerked,
pulsed, shot his hot, creamy jism into my my mouth. I gulped, swallowed,
took more of his cum - another bolt, a thick wad, another, a squirt. I held
still except for sucking and swallowing, letting him empty his balls full
of manjuice into my gasping maw.

As he was cumming in my mouth I came past my pummelling fist splattering
the wall, shooting more onto the floor. Sucking I drained his tube of even
the clear slime that came at the end of a good fuck in any hole.

He withdrew his meat slowly from my mouth, letting me lave off our leavings
- his pre-cum, cum, my spit. A big gob of goo spilled onto my shirt front
as I opened my mouth to let his cockhead slither over my cummy lips.

"Umnh, man, that was good," he said. "Put yours through here. Let me suck
you," he whispered breathlessly.

"Yes, it was good. Thank you," I said. "But I came already while you were
cumming in my mouth."

"Maybe another time, then guy," he said. "You come here often?"

"First time," I answered.

"Not the first time you've sucked a cock," he said. "You were way too good
for a first timer. I'll watch for you, return the favor if you like. I sure
want more of your hot mouth sucking me."

I was wiping my hands, cleaning up as well as I could while we talked
through the wall. Again I said, "thank you."

"Yeah, and thank you," he said. "So good."

He left his booth. I left mine. As I exited the aisleway entrance, an older
man, mid-40s maybe, standing in front of the man-man sex books, mags and
toys display winked at me. I nodded at him and smiled, remembering his
face, features, cock, indeed it it was the one I had just sucked and
enjoyed so much.

Porn Stores and Glory Holes - 2

As I walked out of the store, sure to return again, my business friend
waved to me from across the street. He had a plain, brown bag under the arm
holding his briefcase. Sure hope he didn't see me come out of that store I
was thinking as we met on his side of the street.

"Man you look a mess," he said extending his hand to shake mine in
greeting.

"I feel a bit of a mess," I responded agreeing I hoped
dismissingly. "Hungry too. Let's go have lunch."

We got a table at a nearby restaurant. I ordered a straight gin with olives
and onions, hopefully to wash the taste and smell of cum from my mouth, off
my breath. He ordered a wine, his usual, then excused himself to the mens
room. As he left the table he turned, not so subtly, the brown bag so the
open end was toward me. Of course I glanced into the bag and saw a man-man
magazines set and some man-man illustrated books from the store I had just
visited.

Interesting. I'll see how this develops.

He returned to the table. We ordered. While having our drinks then meals we
took care of our business matters. Finally, he said, "You know, you really
did look a mess when you came out of that store. I was in there too while
waiting for you and bought some magazines and books. Did you seem them?" he
asked pushing the package toward me.

Blushing, I answered, "Well I did glance at the covers while you were
taking a leak."

"You looked like you had just gotten into some of this action," he
said. "Am I right?"

"You're such a good friend, I'll tell you the truth," I said not intending
to give him the full truth. "That was my first time in one of those
stores. I went to the movie booths too. It was interesting."

"Interesting," he said. "Did you get a blowjob? Your hair was all amuss,
and you smell like cum even now."

I glanced down inadvertently at the dried cumstains on the front of my
shirt. "I did get off," I said.

"Aw come on. We're friends," he said. Did you suck or get sucked?"

"What do you think?" I asked him.

"It's not so much what I think as what I hope," he answered. "I hope you're
a cocksucker like me, that you enjoy sucking and being sucked. How about
it?"

"Well, I began," and told him an abbreviated version of my youthful
experiences.

When I finished, he asked, "Have a bit more time today? If so, let's go
back to the store. I'm horny and would like to get sucked today. Hell, man,
I'd even like to suck some dick. How about it?"

I couldn't believe I was doing this, but he was a good friend. I was still
horny. So I agreed. Maybe my life was taking a new turn, back to the days
of my youth. My left his package at the counter, got some quarters. I still
had a pocketful of quarters. We found an empty booth and went in together.

After dropping some quarters we sat on the bench. As the movie of man-man
sex started playing, he raised his hips, pulled down his trousers,
underwear and invited me to do the same. I sat beside him naked both of us
with our pants and underwear around our ankles, both our cocks jutting up
hard.

He wasted no time. "Nice one," he said and reached for me. His hand felt
good on my meat. He stroked me slowly. I did the same for him.

As we watched the movie and the hole in the wall of our booth an eye
appeared at the hole, then came the rustling of clothes, a cockhead at the
gloryhole. My friend, certainly no time or motion waster, leaned over me,
kissed, licked, sucked the cock knob and took it right into his
mouth. Slobbering and bobbing on it he was still stroking me. Then he
stopped, offered the dick to me, and said, "Suck it. Show me what you like
to do."

Yes, my life was changing. It had been years since I had sucked a cock. Now
I had the second one of the day in my mouth, this time right there in front
of my friend. He pushed my legs apart, went down on me and sucked me as I
sucked the stranger. I had not done a daisy chain since playing with my
friends (from the "Friends" story). It was as good as I remember - sucking
cock while being sucked.

Soon the anonymous cock throbbed, jerked, swelled, pulsed and shot into my
mouth. On cue I filled my friend's mouth with my cum. Man he was good. He
knew just how to get every last bolt, wad, stream of cum out of me, when to
stop sucking my sensitive head. Holding his fist over my crown he laved me
clean.

Sitting back, he said, "Let's wait for another one. I want more cum."

We sat for only a few minutes before another cock - this one uncut, a first
for me - was introduced through the hole. My friend went right down on
it. I hesitated only for a few seconds before returning to him the favor he
had given to me. I leaned over and sucked him while he sucked the cock
through the hole. He came in my mouth first but continued sucking while I
cleaned him as he had done for me before.

Sated, we left the store promising to meet there at least once a week for
repeats. Neither of us was brazen enough to suggest a meeting between just
the two of us. Somehow it seemed okay to get off at the porn store, sucking
and being sucked, even each other, but anything more was too much at this
point.

Porn Stores and Glory Holes - 3

My friend and I met there at least once a week. Often I went at other days
without him. This led to one hot session there, then further adventures in
other nearby stores, cocksucking in other cities, finding new venues for
stiff, slimy suckable cocks and more. These are some of the highlights:

At the capital city store alone. I was in a booth - the back, corner booth,
last one in the row. I had neglected to lock my door; a mistake or
deliberate act? While I was watching a movie a slender guy - just a few
inches shorter in height than my 6' and many pounds lighter - came into my
room. I did not object of course. Sitting on the bench with my cock in hand
I reached for the guy, brought him to me, helped him undo, drop his pants,
fish out a nice long skinny sock.

I took his manhood in my mouth and started sucking him. I was really
getting into it, trying to deepthroat him. I was sure I could due to the
shape, length of his hard circumcised meat stick. I was holding his taut
hips in my hands, fondling his nuts in their furry sac from time to time,
gasping, gulping at, drawing his deeper into my mouth, down my throat as I
pushed hard against his pubes, breathing through my nose, swallowing to
engulf him, take his cock past my gag reflex.

He was loving it, obviously, moaning, groaning, huffing, puffing, saying,
"Oh yeah, suck. Suck my cock. Take it. More. Get it all the way down."

At the same time he was bringing a hand to his mouth, wetting it, reaching
behind himself. Finally I realized he was sliming and wetting his hole. I
let my hand linger below his ball sac wet with my saliva and his pre-cum,
drooling from my sucking mouth. Once my fingers were real wet I slicked my
hand up and down in his crack, felt his finger in him there. I inserted a
finger alongside his in his rectum. He lurched forward, pushing his cock
deeper into my mouth, fucking into my throat as I gobbled his love stick.

"Oh, oh," I moaned on his knob penetrating, going down my gullet. I wanted
his cum load.

He, however, had a different idea. He started twisting, pulling away from
me, trying to get his shaft out of my mouth. I was frustrated, especially
so when he turned all the way around, leaned his face on the movie screen,
streaked with dried cum. He reached back opened his butt cheeks, arched his
hips toward me, tapped his brown anus with his middle finger, slid the
finger up into himself, fingered his hole for a few strokes, then just
rested there. I reached between his legs to stroke his cock grasped by my
four fingers and thumb, wanting his cock back in my mouth.

Then. Bingo! I got the idea. He wanted me to fuck his ass.

I kissed one of his buttcheeks, the other. I licked them, licked his
crack. I put a finger in him, plunged it back and forth, added a second,
fingered his hole while pulling on his slimy cock with the slick fingers
and thumb of my other hand. I withdrew my fingers from his anal canal and
held my hard cock midshaft. He sat back on it, grunted, forced my knob up
his rectum, past his slowly yielding sphincter.

"Oh, oh," he moaned this time. As I stroked his cock he sat down in my lap
driving my shaft up his asshole. "Yeeaaaah," he hissed, "fuck me. Fuck my
ass."

With both hands I lifted him, pushed him forward, flattened him more
against the movie screen. I stood up and shoved my cock up his fleshy,
tight, hot rectum.

"Ooooooh, yeaaah," he let out a long wail. "Fuck that ass. Give me all your
big cock."

Unconciously in my relative inexperience I held him by his chest, my palms
on his nipples. I fucked back and forth in his gripping anus. Damn! It felt
so good. I fucked him until he came, then I came, shooting my load in his
bowels, pounding my cock into his ass as I emptied my cum into him.

He turned around, his cock still hard. I took it in my mouth and sucked
him. Fingering his slimy ass oozing out my cum, I fingerfucked and sucked
him until he came again, flooding my face with his hot creamy cum.

That was a first for me - fucking ass in a porn store with glory holes.

He thanked me while getting dressed. Then he left the room. I sat on the
bench there, hot, flushed, my cock semi-hard, slick with his ass musk and
my cum. As I relaxed, let my breathing slow, felt my sweat flowing over my
overworked body, I watched a cock appear through the glory hole in my
booth.

"That was hot," the voice behind the proffered cock said. "Now will you
suck me, please?"

He didn't have to beg. I sucked his cock, took his cum; laved, cleaned his
meat with my lips, tongue. The drippy, slimy cock withdrew from the hole. I
rested long enough to recover, dressed and left the store.

Other stores. I learned soon there were several other stores within a few
blocks of that store. I roamed them, looking for more cock to suck. Day
after day, night after night I leaned over to, knelt before glory holes and
sucked cock. From sucking cock, such a variety - white, black, Asian, other
nationalities, ages - and being sucked, I learned new ways of making a man
feel good - delaying his cum, having him cum more than once, having him cum
a bit then empty his full load; how to work the knob, piss/cum slit, big
underside vein, the other veins; ball(s)mouthing; perineum pleasing. I had
my ass rimmed, was offered ass to rim.

I declined always the rimming of an anonymous ass until I had my own ass
rimmed by a woman; yet again another story - "Entertainment News Reporter."
I learned about the many varieties - shapes, sizes, lengths, thicknesses of
cocks - the consistency, volume, taste, smell of cum; that of crotches -
pubes, hair, cut, uncut, even semi-cut; the various urgencies from
langourous sucking to hard pounding of cock fucking my mouth.

This story though is about the highlights of sucking anonymous cock at porn
stores through glory holes. So on with the highlights.

New City. My work took me on to new places, away from my business friend,
our weekly meetings to share cocks, suck each other in the booths. At the
first new city I found there were as many or more of the porn stores with
glory holes. This was a Texas city. So I expected some cowboy sex. I got
plenty of that - hard, horny cocks, often rank from the range. Their owners
wanted to be sucked off with little preliminary, just get their nuts off in
a warm, wet mouth. A highlight among several there happened during a day
trip out of town, closer to the border with Mexico.

Whipping along the highway at the usual excessive speed I spotted a porn
store in an otherwise remote area. It took me a while to slow down, get
stopped, turn around and go back to the store. My vehicle was the only one
in the gravel parking lot except for a pickup truck parked behind the
store.

Once in the small, ramshackle-looking store I found it to be the usual -
rows of magazines, books, toys, lubes, sex devices, and some booths in the
back behind a curtained entryway. I got my tokens, since tokens had now
replaced quarters. I went to a booth, apparently only one of two in the
store. I sat one the one stool in the rather large booth in comparison to
the size of the store. I selected what I wanted to watch from the movies,
took down my trousers, underwear and started playing with my cock and
balls.

Sure enough a blunt-headed, pre-cum-leaking cock was offered soon through
the glory hole in the booth. I went to the glory hole, knelt, took the cock
in hand, kissed, licked the head, wrapped my lips around it and started
sucking. Bobbing my head back and forth, stroking half the shaft with my
hand, I worked my lips, tongue on it, maneuvered it deeper into my mouth. I
fondled the big balls in the darkhaired, crinkled sac as I gave the cock my
best cumseeking effort. My horny attentions were rewarded with a a hot
blast of creamy thick cum spurting wads over my tongue into the back of my
mouth. I cleaned the cock, and it withdrew.

Sneaking a peek through the hole as the meat withdrew I was reasonably sure
this was the Mexican guy at the counter who had given me the tokens in
exchange for a five dollar bill. My suspicion was confirmed when I heard
him making some phone calls as I flicked through the movies, still stroking
slowly my wet stalk, slickened by the flow of pre-cum I get always from
sucking cock. Speaking quietly in Spanish, a language I knew well, I heard
him say how good I had sucked him and invite one person, another, the third
on the other end of the phone line to get others and to come on over for a
sweet blowjob.

Oh yeah, I thought, the phone recall has been made. This can get
interesting.

Again, sure enough, I heard the crunch of vehicle tires in the parking lot,
the doorbell tinkle as a patron entered, and whispered conversation at the
clerk's desk. Then a hard, peeled back, uncut, brown cock appeared at the
glory hole. Grinning at he possibilities that might be on hand, I went to
the hole, knelt, took the cock and went down on it, rimming with my tongue
around the foreskin, laving the pointed purple knob.

I was sucking the new cock, obviously freshly washed with soap, when
another dick, half hard, draped through a second glory hole just to my
right in the wall. I took this circumcised meat in my wet, right hand. I
stroked it to full stiffness, switched over and sucked it while jacking the
one I had been sucking.

Alternating between these fleshy cocks, sucking, stroking them, I heard
more gravel crunching of vehicle tires in the parking lot, the doorbell
tinkling, conversation at the clerk's desk; not so quiet now, more than one
person, some laughing, happy high-five slapping. Undaunted, actually
feeling a thrill deep in my abdomen flowing to my cock and balls, I sucked
and stroked the two cocks through the holes.

A door I had not seen yet opened on the opposite side of the plywood walls
of the booth where I was kneeling working on the cocks in my mouth and
hands.  The clerk and two men I had not yet seen entered the booth.

"We want you to suck us, senor," the clerk said. "We'd like to fuck you
also. Hokay?," he asked.

Coming off the cock in my mouth, looking around at the four men standing
there, I answered, "Si, muy bueno. Por favor."

"We have another room," the clerk said. "Come with us please, senor," he
invited me reaching for my free hand, the one not still stroking to cock
through the glory hole.

He helped me standing to my feet off my knees, and gestured me to follow
him. We - the six Mexicans and I - went to a back room. I left my pants,
underwear in the booth. Dressed now only in the t-shirt I had been wearing
all along and my shoes, I went to the double bed in the room, clambered
onto it, lay on my back. The clerk helped me out of my t-shirt, shoes,
socks. The other men undressed and mounted the bed, me - one in my mouth as
my head hung back off the side of the bed to take his cock, another in each
of my hands. My legs were lifted, spread. A body got between my legs, cock
knob swabbed up and down my crack, centered on my puckered, tight hole. One
of the men leaned over me, drooled spit down my cleft onto the cock seeking
entry. Then he took my hard rod in his mouth to suck me.

The cock at my hole probed, penetrated, spread breached my sphincter,
punched into me, then slid slowly in, back, in, back, in, going deeper with
each stroke until he was buried to his soft, black, curly pubes, balls deep
into me.

Commending them and me in Spanish, the clerk left us to our fucking. He
must have made more calls. Over the next several hours, until nightfall, I
sucked cock, was assfucked, and had my cock sucked by the five men the
clerk had called, the clerk again, and more men as they came and went, and
the hours passed.

Finally I was alone on the bed in the back room, coated with, full of cum
in my belly from both ends - mouth and asshole. I laid there,
exhausted. The clerk came in the room, knelt on the bed beside me and asked
me to suck him off again. I did.

Afterwards we shared some tequila. He invited me to return any day. "Ju
have done so much for all our little village," he said.

Northern City. That was the highlight of glory hole experiences for the
Texas city. Cocksucking at porn stores glory holes was near nonstop,
limited only by my limits there. Then I was on to a Northern town, town,
not city. Get it.

A town is one of the worst places for a cocksucking, cumwhore like I had
become. Only rarely, carefully, being sure to guard your reputation as a
straight, even cool homosexual guy do you suck a lot of cock in a small
town. So I went to the nearby big city for lots of cock, cum. I did have a
notable experience there at a hotel, sucking cock in a stairwell, but
mostly being sucked over and over as I kept cumming, staying hard and
cumming more. With a private/commercial pilot's license doing training for
an instrument and instructor rating, I did go to a city one night for a
memorable cocksucking in a porn store glory hole experience.

This city was known for its horse racing. I had not thought about getting a
horse cock there but sure did. After landing at the city airport on a night
flight I decided to check out the local porn stores. I got a cab and told
the cabbie to take me to any store he thought worth visiting. He dropped me
at a store. I got my tokens, went straight to the porn movie "booth"
area. These were not booths. The room I went into was large enough for a
crowd. It had only one glory hole, however, and a shortlegged stool by the
hole.

I sat on the stool watching movies, flipping through the channels, but not
for long. In a few minutes I watched a nice, uncut cock emerge through the
glory hole. The foreskin peeled back revealing a big, red knob. I kissed
it, covered it with my lips, took it in my mouth. That was quite a feat
since he was long and thick, stretching my lips, probing at my throat. As I
sucked, the man on the other side of the hole humped sliding his meat back
and forth in my mouth. He stiffened, swelled and shot his load of hot,
creamy cum in my mouth. I slurped at it swallowing, taking all of his jism.

I wiped my mouth and waited for more action. None forthcoming, I left, got
a cab, went back to the airport and flew home.

I was transferred in my work to another large city area on the East
Coast. There were a couple of readily available porn stores with glory
holes near my office. One was at a convenient highway intersection. I went
there often to suck cock and was never disappointed. The other was near my
work place - a bit risky, but again never disappointing. No doubt I was
sucking some cocks there of men who worked with me. Nothing spectacular
happened at either of those places, but I did travel some in my work.

On a trip from there to the Southwest I sought out a porn store and had a
near repeat of my early experience in the porn store glory hole of the
capitial city where my true love of cock and cum started with my business
friend. I was in a booth watching movies, hoping for some company when a
slender Hispanic guy joined me. He had a nice cock - long, thin, sweet
smelling and tasting. As I was sucking him he did the turn around act on
me, leaned against the movie screen and pushed back his butt to me - a
clear invitation to fuck his ass. As much as I wanted to finish sucking him
off I could not resist his fine ass. I slid my cock into him and fucked him
while he rode back and forth, up and down on my horny rod. Soon I filled
him with my cum. He appreciated it much, as did I. I invited him to return
to my motel with me, hoping to suck him more, him to fuck me, but he was
not willing. Still it was a hot, memorable experience. His brown skin was
so smooth, well-muscled, and he sure liked being cornholed.

I was transferred back to Southwest city from which I had gotten it on with
the Mexicans at the rather isolated porn store. Lots had changed by
then. There were no more porn stores with glory holes there. Soon, much to
my preference I moved on to the Southeast. There the fun continued.

Southeast City. One of the more memorable fun times was the night I met a
rather nondescript guy at a porn store. There were no glory holes, but we
got together in my booth first, then his. He really enjoyed watching a
video of a girl getting cuntfucked while hung in a sling.

"Wow that must really feel good for her," he said.

"I don't know how good it feels for her," I responded, coming up off from
sucking his cock, "but I sure would like to be fucked, sling or no sling."
I had said that because he had a nice cock - not very long but thick.

"You want to be fucked?" he asked.

"Sure do," I answered.

"Then let's go to my place," he offered.

"Okay, let's go," I said. "I'll follow you.

He did not live too far from the porn store. As soon as we got to his place
we undressed, got into his bed naked. He laid on his back, held his cock up
for me. I went down on him again, restoring his erection.

Once he was hard, oozing pre-cum into my mouth, he asked, "Ready to be
fucked now?"

"Sure," I said. "How do you want me?

"Get on your knees at first," he said.

I knelt on the bed, chest down, butt up high in the air. I reached back,
opened my crack for him, showing him my crenalated hole. He got some lube
from his nightstand, smeared it up and down in my crack, penetrated my hole
with a slimed finger.

"Umnh, yeah, good," I moaned.

He got more lube and coated his thick prong with it. He knee walked closer
to me, put his slick mushroom crown to my anus and pushed. I pushed back,
grunted. His knob breached my hole.

"Ah," I grunted. "Umnh."

He grasped me by my hips and slid his cock into me, inch by delicious inch,
until his hairy pubes scruffed in my crack, his ball sac rested against
mine. My ass was wide stretched, ovaled by his thick meat.

"Oh fuck," I breathed. "Fuck me."

He eased back just a bit, pushed in, eased back, rocked his hips, twisted
his cock in me.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck," I exuded. "Fuck my ass."

He set a good, steady rhythm sliding back and forth, in and out of my
hole. I rocked, humped with him. Then he swelled in me, pulsed. His cock
jerked. I felt his cum creaming deep inside me, heard the squishing, felt
his cum burbling out, slithering over my ball sac, the insides of my
thighs. I relaxed down flat on my stomach keeping my hips arched up for
him. He finished his cum and laid his full weight down on me.

"Pull it out," I said.

He raised up. His rod slipped from my hole with a juicy plop as his
mushroom crown exited my anus. I reached, felt my ass gaping open, leaking.

I rolled onto my back. "Umnh, that was good," I said. "So good I want you
to do it again."

"Umnh, it was good," he said, "but not sure I can do it again right now."

"Give me your cock," I said. "Sit up here on my chest. Let me clean, suck
you, get you hard again. Think about that girl in the sling. How good she
must have felt."

He straddled me. I took his cock in hand and brought it to my mouth. I
licked it clean, covered his helmet with my lips, raised my head to take
his meat in my mouth and started sucking him. Soon he was as hard as
before. I pushed him down betwee my outspread legs, raised them to my
chest, guided his cock to my cummy hole, relaxed as he stuck his meat deep
into me again, and started fucking.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah. Yeah. Fuck," I huffed at him as he set the rhythm
again. "Yeah, fuck me good. Fuck my ass. Fuck it a long time until you pump
your cum in me again."

He sure did. He fucked, fucked and fucked. Finally, as I was tiring, had
let my legs down, with his arms at my sides, hands on my shoulders, he
swelled inside me, throbbed and started injecting his jism into my ass.

After our second fuck he told me he sure wish we had met earlier. Now is
good enough I assured him. We agreed to meet again and often, at his place
or mine.

All Night. The wildest night I ever had from action at a porn story glory
hole was at a place remote from the city, on a highway between major
towns. I was cruising this usually reliable place, watching videos in the
end booth, watching the glory hole between my booth and the next one over
for some cock to suck. Sure enough a stocky black guy entered the next
booth. He wasted no time opening his trousers, dropping them with his
underwear and stroking a fat, black cock. I gave the fingers through the
hole signal and waited only a moment until he pushed his hard shank through
the hole.

Man, it was a beauty - a nicely circumcised 8x6" I am guessing. I went to
work on it and soon had him deep in my mouth. He pulled back, leaned over
to the hole and asked if he could join me in my room. I agreed and locked
the door after he entered. As I sat on the folding chair he stood in front
of me for some more sucking. I was drooling all over his schlong, letting
his pre-cum and my saliva overflow down my ching onto his ball sac when I
decided I wanted more from this fine piece of meat.

I lifted my mouth off his cock, looked up and asked him if he would like to
go get a room somewhere and fuck me. He was ready for that. He followed me
in his car just a few miles to a motel. I rented a room. We went in and
were naked together as quickly as we could take off our clothes. I sat on
the bed and sucked him back to full erection. Then I knelt on the bed,
lowered my head and held my butt up high for him.

Somewhat to my surprise he knelt on the floor, rimmed my ass, fondled my
balls, stroked my cock and his for a while. Then he stood behind me, lubed,
fingered my ass, smeared the lube on his cock and brought the knob to my
hole. Gently with loving care he worked his mushroom crown past my yielding
sphincter. He took hold of both my hips and slid his cock slowly up in me
to his big balls.

"Unngh," I grunted.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Sure," I said, "feels good. Fuck me."

He fucked me good; just the way I wanted it, slowly at first letting me
adjust to his size but sliding his big black rod all the way in and back
out until just the head held me open. He would bury his shaft in me and
work it around spreading me to take him. I twisted my hips and rocked back
and forth with him. Then he started picking up the pace. He never really
slam fucked me, just built to a steady rhythm until his cock throbbed,
pulsed deep in my hole, swelled and started shooting his jism. He fucked
right through his cum squishing his cock in my asshole, his thighs slapping
against my sweaty buttcheeks.

After he had pumped his full load into me I relaxed down on the bed letting
his cock slide out of me, the cum ooze down the inside of my legs. I
noticed he was still hard and suggested we shower together. In the shower
after washing each other I leaned against the wall, bent my knees, and he
fucked me up the ass again, dumping his second load into me. We cleaned up
again and returned to the main room.

Seeing he was still as hard as when we started I expressed my amazement. He
said, "Man, I can stay hard and fuck you all night."

"Really," I said. "Then let's do it. Your cock feels so good in me." I
knelt in a chair and leaned over the back of it. He put his meat into me
again and want at it. Through the rest of the night, we fucked, showered,
fucked all over the room in all the positions either he or I had ever
imagined.

Finally I noticed sunlight around the corners of the closed window
curtain. We had fucked all night. All told, six times. Each time he stayed
hard, fucked me longer every time he got into my ass, and shot at least
some cum into me. My asshole was gaping open, would not close by the time
we were through. We thanked each other for the good time and promised to do
it again if we ever saw each other out any other time. I did run into him a
few times after that, but never was it so good as our all night fucking the
first time we were together.

Overseas. Eventually the glory holes in the porn stores of the
U.S. disappeared as far as I know, but I travel overseas a lot. I have
found a really reliable place for cocksucking, occassional fucking in a
foreign city that I visit often. The arrangement there is a porn store on
the ground floor, and an upstairs. At the top of the stairs there is a row
of three video booths where guys sit most often with the doors open so men
sitting on a couch facing the booths can watch the vidoes and play. To the
left is a large room with videos playing one after the other on a large
wall screen. The room is outfitted with a couple of sofas and some folding
chairs. That is another good playgound. The most prolific place for cock
though is in the back of the upstairs where there are six sizeable
booths. The four corner booths have glory holes in the walls opposite the
entry doors and more holes on the side walls facing the center booths. Each
of the corner booths has at least four glory holes, some of them even more
- six, eight. The two center booths have four glory holes in all walls
other than that of the doorway; 12 glory holes in each booth.

To keep up the interest and the erections of the men roaming the booths
area there are porn videos playing on screens in a hallway at the both the
front and back of the square of booths. Often men will pair off in the
hallways while waiting for a booth to become available. Once in a booth,
the cocksucking, even fucking can go on as long as one cares to occupy a
booth. Usually at least two cocks are available for sucking; some times
three, four or more if men gather in the booths adjoining the one I or
someone else has chosen.

When I finish at that place my mouth usually tastes of cum, sperm is drying
on my face, neck, hands, forearms, and my shirt, trousers or shorts are
cum-slimed. I met one guy there who invited me to his home after I had
sucked his cock twice while sitting on the couch watching the vids at the
entryway booths at the top of the stairs. On my first few visits it was
just the two of us, but more recently he has started inviting one, two,
three or more others to enjoy the pleasures of my cocksucking mouth. It is
nice to have a place like that to visit, but a long trip. Too bad we don't
have a place like that in the U.S. that I know about, other than the gay
bath houses.