Date: Sun, 13 Dec 2020 22:40:30 +0100
From: Paris Sucker <paris.cocksucker@gmail.com>
Subject: A slut's journey part 3

Chapter 3: Discovering the Gloryhole


The midday sun was beating down and I knew the only place I could sit out
the heat, apart from going home, was in the mall. Old Hickory Mall was a
bit of a cycle but for the first time maybe ever, I had a pocket stuffed
with cash and it had been burning a hole for two days. Boom had given me a
share of the takings a few days before. With a hundred bucks I certainly
wasn't rich, but I'd never had a job and I felt like I could get anything I
wanted. When I got to the mall I spent a bit of time walking around
checking it out. I knew what I wanted though; a new pair of sneakers ready
for the start of school. I was sweaty from cycling and was relieved as I
entered the mall to be hit with a wall of cool air. I walked aimlessly -
paying only minimal attention to my surrounding as I waited for my body to
cool down and the sweat to evaporate off my skin.

The aisles of the mall were quiet, and as I walked I passed only a handful
of other people - mostly young teens or older couples. I stopped a few
times to browse the window displays and it was while I was distracted by a
the display of shades at the Sunglasses Hut that I got the distinct feeling
that I was being watched. I turned around discretely and caught the eye of
a man standing several feet away - loitering awkwardly at the entrance to
the store alongside. He held my gaze only for a moment and I could tell he
was trying to give a sense of waiting casually. I couldn't put my finger on
it immediately yet I knew I recognized him. He was shorter than me and
stout - definitely a Mexican look about him and old enough to be my
father. He had a cap on covering his short, dark, curly hair and slightly
unkempt facial hair - nonetheless there was something appealing about his
ruggedness. I continued to survey him up and down until he turned towards
me again - remaining casual and flippantly reached his hand to his crotch
and grabbed deliberately at this genitals while looking in my direction. It
was momentary and had he not have been looking at me I might have passed it
off an itch - albeit rather crude and distasteful in such a public
place. As it was I could have no doubt about what he had intended to
achieve - and I instantly knew why he had seemed so familiar.

In the motel a few nights before I had been a little wasted - being a major
lightweight and a newbie to drinking alcohol, coupled with the unfamiliar
high of smoking weed and being fed poppers. I was ashamed to say, I hadn't
paid much attention to the guys who had come and gone. The men hadn't been
that numerous, but my mind had been fixated on pleasing Boom more than
anything, so with each new arrival and with each time a stranger's cock was
presented to me for sucking - I looked to him for approval; any sign that
he was happy with what I was doing. After all, I was agreeing to do it for
him. At the end of the night, it was late and I was more drained than ever
before - I wanted nothing more than to sleep right there in the motel room,
but Boom had insisted I leave and go home. I was pleasantly surprised
though when he had handed me the cash and felt a kind of validation that
I'd done good that night - pleased with myself for having pleased Boom.

The man loitering yards away from me, had been the third or fourth guy I
had drained that night and one of the only ones who had really acknowledged
me and wanted to engage. He had rubbed my face and talked sweetly as I
suckled on his small, fat cock like a baby on a teat. His juice when it
came had been sweet and copious and with Boom stood beside me looking down,
right at the moment the Mexican had started to moan, I'd known what was
coming. I swallowed it down without hesitation as I looked Boom in the eye
and he grinned ever so slightly as I did so. Now here we were, face to face
again.

In such a public place, I felt anxious that someone could be watching us or
that we were doing something wrong, but I noticed with excitement that
despite my nerves, my dick was stirring in my briefs. The image of his
beautifully fat cock, naked in front of me, excited me and I wanted to
taste his sweet dick nectar again. I looked over to him only to catch him
grab once again at his crotch and make an almost imperceptible gesture with
his head in the direction of the escalator. Hesitantly and not knowing what
to do, I nodded my head only slightly. It was all the encouragement the
Mexican needed; he headed off marching in that direction and began climbing
to the second floor. I followed at a safe distance behind.

As I reached to the second floor the Mexican had already set off down the
aisle of stores. I noticed that almost none were open and the wing that he
was walking towards had only shuttered stores, boarded up for remodeling. I
continued to follow cautiously, acutely aware there seemed to be no-one
around. Finally, in the distance I could see him turn into an opening and I
noticed a sign above indicating the restrooms. I gasped to myself. I wasn't
entirely sure what I had thought when I began following him; I guess
somewhere in my mind I knew what kind of situation I was walking into, yet
as I approached closer to the restroom the reality of what was about to
happen hit home. I had done this now twice before but only in the toilet
block outside of town where I was nearly sure no-one would be around. Here
someone - anyone - could potentially walk in. I was nervous and could feel
my legs shudder a little as I walked.

When I reached the corridor that lead to the restrooms, I stopped for a
split-second and considered the gravity of the decision before me. The
moment I walked down that corridor and entered a cubicle, I knew what would
be required of me. I would have to suck the Mexican's short, fat cock until
he shot his load - most likely into my mouth. This was a man that I didn't
especially find attractive and who was easily over twice my age. I
paused. Despite the risk, the situation excited me enormously. I thought
about feeling Boom groan and ejaculate into my mouth and how pleased he had
been with me, and again when I sucked off the stranger through the glory
hole in the cubicle to Boom's encouragement. He would want me to do this, I
thought to myself, my cock tingling in my briefs again.  I walked further
down the corridor and into the men's toilets. The Mexican was waiting in
the doorway to a cubicle and gestured for me to follow him inside. I
glanced around, concerned that someone else could be in there but it was
small and each cubicle I passed was empty. When I reached the final one,
the Mexican was facing me waiting with his pants lowered and his cock out
in his hand. He was already rock hard. I glanced around one final time and
entered the cubicle, closing the door gently behind me.

I knelt instinctively on the tiles in front of him and, without a word,
took his cock into his mouth. This time the Mexican was silent - likely
aware as I was - that we had much less privacy here than in the
motel. Nonetheless I could sense the pleasure he was receiving from my
tongue and mouth caressing his engorged bell-end. His circumcised dick was
dry and caught slightly as it passed my lips for the first time. I eagerly
slobbered on it to create the maximum amount of slip as possible and then
wrapped my lips around my teeth. I had quickly come to realize the
importance of keeping teeth out of the equation. I was taking his cock in
and out of my mouth in long thrusts and the large girth felt great as it
entered me and filled me up. There was a psychological pleasure that I
could never adequately describe or explain - but the knowledge of having a
cock inside me, of being a cocksucker made the endorphins rack through my
brain. I was lost in daze when I felt him grab me by the head with both
hand to stop me from thrusting.

"Suck it," he whispered quietly and I began immediately to rub my tongue
around as much of his cock as possible while sucking on his ever expanding
cock-head. He moaned lightly and within a few minutes, I could feel his
body begin to tense.

"Don't stop," he moaned again, as I continued to suckle on his bell-end
which I knew would surely now be the most sensitive part. With that his
body jerked and his hands grasped more tightly still on each side of my
head. I sensed what was about to happen and the anticipation of tasting his
sweet cum-load gave me another feeling of euphoria. Boom wasn't there and I
didn't know what this man was expecting, but I had an overwhelming urge to
swallow his cum when he ejaculated. Then I felt it, the warm sweetness in
the back of my throat - only a faint taste, but a noticeably different
texture to saliva. Several more body jerks followed, each one releasing
more of his seminal juices into my mouth. When finally he relaxed, I slowly
and very gently withdrew myself from his cock, holding the whole mouthful
of his cum on my tongue before looking up at him to swallow. He rubbed my
cheek gently and helped me up to stand.

Carefully, he wiped himself down and then as he buttoned up his pants, he
pulled a crisp $20 bill out of his pocket and handed it to me. I hesitated
momentarily, then shook my head and reached out for it, stuffing it quickly
into my pocket. That was easy, I thought to myself, now I have $120! The
Mexican indicated for us to be hush, as he slipped out of the cubicle and
left me standing there alone, contemplating what I had just done. Somewhere
deep inside I knew it was wrong, but it had excited me in a way I couldn't
even explain and so for some reason I didn't feel uncomfortable or even
guilty, instead I felt exhilarated and almost couldn't wait to tell Boom
about it - expecting him to be as happy as I was in that moment.

The rest of the afternoon I was half-distracted. I couldn't get the event
out of my mind. Now I had sucked men in three different places in this
town. That thought was like a broken record, coming back into my mind over
and over. I managed to pick up a new pair of sneakers and had some cash
leftover - feeling content that I had 'earned' myself some extra spends all
alone. I decided that I would head out to the park to look for Boom, hoping
to tell him about my profitable afternoon.

***

I arrived much later than usual at the park out by the truck stop. I wasn't
sure if Boom would be there since I had only ever met him around midday
when I presumed maybe he was on a lunch break. He had been there later only
once when we had arranged to meet, so when I arrived and there was no one
in the parking lot, I wasn't that surprised. Nonetheless, I decided to stay
and sat down by the benches in the shadiest part of the park. I was tired
from the heat and the cycle, and had planned to stay out until at least my
mom had set off for her night shift. I pulled out a comic and began
reading.

I had been aware of the comings and goings in the toilet block over the
past few weeks. Certainly I had noticed that it was frequented by a lot
more men than anyone would expect being so out of the way and yet it still
hadn't really sank in why so many men passed by here. I only really started
contemplating the question when a car pulled into the lot and I waited for
what seemed to be an unusually long time. If he needed the toilet what was
he waiting for? I wondered quietly to myself. He must be waiting for
someone. It seems so obvious now, but at that young age, I scarcely knew
how much time men invested in sex and getting their needs taken care of,
nor the volume of men - gay or otherwise - who would visit a place like
this just for the joy of getting their dicks sucked.

From where I was standing I could make out only vaguely the form of the man
sitting in his car. He was dark-skinned and look well-built; athletic or
stocky - I couldn't really tell. I wondered what his dick looked like. I
had become fixated on this subject. As I cycled the streets or walked the
aisles in the store I wondered about the men I passed and all the penises
just dangling close by - so near and yet so far. I wished I could see them
and know which were the largest and thickest - the idea of it turned me on
so much. At length and because it seemed to be quiet, I decided to make a
trip into the toilet block. I got up and walked purposefully towards the
entrance, familiar now with the path and the strong odors that would be
awaiting me there. As I passed the car, I glanced momentarily inside and
caught the eyeline of the man who had been waiting patiently. He was larger
even than I could tell, a footballer's build, and I felt a wave of nerves
come over me. There's no way this man is gay and I could be putting myself
in a dangerous situation. It was too late to back out now though, as I had
reached the entrance; I reached up and pulled open the heavy metal door and
let if fling back on its hinges.

I walked quickly around the corner and had only seconds to decide what to
do. Either I could head to the back and stand at the urinal, relieve myself
and if someone came in walk right back out - surely the safest option - or
I could go into the cubicle on the end - the cubicle with the gloryhole -
where I would potentially be putting myself at risk. The block was lifeless
and as I followed the corridor, I struggled with the decision in my mind
until I reached the open door of the final cubicle. With an impulsive and
inexplicable force I turned left into the cubicle instead of continuing on
to the urinals at the end. I pushed the door over and locked it, sitting
back on the toilet and waiting nervously.

Second thoughts were racking my mind and I felt sure that I had made the
wrong decision as the heat and stench of the toilet block clouded my
thoughts. Get out! I said to myself as I stood and reached for the lock,
but as I heard the creak of the large metal door I knew it was too late. I
sat back down sweating hoping nothing bad would happen. The footsteps were
slow and steady and they approached with certainly. I closed my eyes and
focused, half-hoping that they would pass me by and continue on to the
urinals but also longing for them to stop next to me and for the situation
to take a sexual turn.

Finally, the slow approach seemed to stop immediately in front of me and I
heard the door of the cubicle beside me open and close as the man stepped
inside. A shadow passed by the narrow hole in the cubicle wall beside me
and I held my breath, afraid that the smallest noise would give me away. It
seemed like an eternity passed and I could only hear faint shuffling in the
next cubicle; I sighed a genuine relief as I thought that nothing would
eventually come of it. Even though I had done this before and sucked a
stranger's cock, I had felt totally safe and at ease with Boom inside there
with me. It had not crossed my mind that I could have been in physical
danger but now, being all alone, I felt acutely aware that the towering man
beside me could really hurt me if he wanted to. I resolved to wait it out
silently.

After another moment or two, I heard a scratching on the partition. The
shadow covered the hole again and to my shock a pink, fleshy bulb appeared
in the hole. I froze solid. The beautifully plump cockhead gradually came
clearer into view as the shaft of the long, thick, chocolate slab emerged
further through the gloryhole. It was the most magnificent cock I had ever
seen. A perfectly round, large, pink tip immediately supported by a dark
chocolate base, which soon grew too thick for the hole thanks to a large
and throbbing vein that ran the length of it and knotted half near the top
to increase the girth even further. Around three or four inches of this
tool was visible before the base became too large to enter the hole. Still
I was frozen, unable to bring myself to move.

"Suck it!" came the order from the other side of the partition.

It shook me from my reverie, and almost like entering auto-pilot I opened
my mouth and took the large, pink gland inside. I concentrated on this
beautiful tip for some time; savoring the clean taste of it on my tongue. I
sucked on it gently, being careful not to scratch and becoming more aware
than ever of my role to give pleasure. Only after time and when I felt that
I had given sufficient attention to the throbbing gland, did I take it
deeper into my mouth and wrap my lips further around the shaft. Almost
immediately though my face came up against the partition wall and couldn't
advance any further. I began to rock back and forth, licking and sucking
the head and first few inches of the shaft - allowing the head to push
briefly against the entrance to my throat. To be honest I was quite
relieved that the girth blocked him from being able to enter further
through the gloryhole - it was already a mouthful in itself. As the man
couldn't move his dick without it scratching along the edges of the hole;
he simply held himself there and allowed me to work away with my mouth and
tongue. This continued for the next ten minutes. Until suddenly, I felt him
fully withdraw his dick.

Shit! Did I hurt him? I thought to myself when I heard him unlock his
cubicle door, maybe I wasn't doing it very well. I presumed it was over and
was surprised to feel the disappointment build as I thought about the
missed cum-load I could have had; if only I had done a better job. I was
gathering my thoughts, when there was a tap on the door of my cubicle. I
froze solid again. Another tap.

"Open up," the low, gravelly voice demanded quietly, but sternly.

I hesitated another moment, before reaching forward and lifting the lock. I
sat back down on the toilet seat as the man pushed the door open in front
of me. He stood there in the door way, huge and imposing; looking down at
my small frame from above. The light was bright from behind him and served
only to make him seem darker and more formidable. He stepped inside and
closed the door behind him. There was no way out for me now.

The top button of his pants was already open and he slowly undid the zip
constrained by the large bulge that ran halfway down his leg. I watched
nervously as the zip reached the bottom and he reached into his pants to
pull out his impressive junk. It was breath-taking and I must literally
have gasped because he smirked as he continued to bear down on me from
above. His cock only grew thicker as it neared the base. I knew already
there was no way I would be able to take this whole meat-slab into my mouth
and yet there was no question that he would demand me to do so.

"Open up!" he walked forward and I leant back on the seat not wanting to
allow this massive cock to pass my lips.

He had other ideas though. One of his hands reached behind my head and
gently guided my mouth towards his large cockhead. Instinctively, my lips
parted and I welcomed this beautiful gland back into my mouth. This time
though he was not interested in the gentle tongue work I had been giving
moments before and instead his long shaft quickly followed with the gland
pushing into the back of my throat seconds later. Without a moment's pause,
he lifted his other hand from the base of his cock - now that the first few
inches were comfortably inside my mouth - and put it behind my head
too. His two hands were now holding my head firmly in place like the
Mexican had done before him earlier that afternoon.

His huge meat continued its unceasing exploration of my throat and a pain
shot through my neck as he attempted to force himself past the tight
muscles at the back of my mouth. I let out an involuntary groan as the pain
caused me to pull back. He held firm and it only served for him to apply an
even greater pressure while simultaneously twisting my head trying to find
the entrance to my esophagus. Finally, I felt the tip find its target and
the swollen gland slipped an extra inch or so inside. I began retching
uncontrollably, and yet still he held himself firmly inside me. I knew from
previously face-fucks that the urge to gag eventually subsides, but the
sheer volume of this man's cock-head inside my throat seemed impossible to
become accustomed to. Somehow, I managed to snatch some long, drawn out and
difficult breaths. My jaw was aching, yet something inside me told me to
resign myself to what was to come.

His hands squeezed the side of my head and I knew he was ready to
begin. His large cock-head began again to make painful headway into my
throat and it felt like it was scratching itself deep inside me. My lips
were wrapped tightly around my teeth to a void from hurting him and caused
my jaw to ache as the extra-thick girth of his cock's base slowly entered
my mouth. It was much too wide for me to endure and I tried to call out. He
had only one thing on his mind though and he was determined to get it. He
began fucking my throat. Pained sear through my trachea as his large
pork-sword plumbed new depths of my virgin esophagus. With each thrust I
wretched and large amounts of sloppy throat mucus was forced out of my
mouth onto my chin and inevitably down my front. I retched uncontrollably
and felt like my eyes would burst out of my head with each new
thrust. After five minutes of this, I was sure I had vomited up the entire
contents of my stomach and yet still he continued; limited only by the
restraints of our respective physiologies. His massive girth simply
couldn't be forced further into my throat.

It should have been humiliating and debasing, yet for some reason when he
eventually did withdraw every few minutes to allow me to catch my breath I
found myself - after panting and gasping for a few moments - opening my
lips again widely and leaning forward to welcome this ginormous dick to
violate my throat again. Would he have allowed me to stop if I'd wanted? I
wasn't sure but it didn't matter, something about this man - his sheer size
and the way he demanded to be obeyed - make me weak in his presence and I
would have done absolutely anything he asked of me. After five or six
rounds of him choking me, he still hadn't been able to fully enter into my
throat. Perhaps with some practice I would be capable to achieve it, but as
it was he satisfied himself with fucking my throat as far as he could for
the meantime.

The orgasm, when it finally arrived, was as powerful and violent as you
would expect from a man of this size. He planted himself with painful
thrusts to the limit of my throat's capabilities and although I didn't
taste his sperm as it shot directly into my gullet - I knew it was thick
and gloppy with a strong fragrance that marked my throat for the rest of
that evening and even the following morning when I woke up.

"Go home and get yourself cleaned up," he told me after the ordeal came to
an end. "I'm staying in the motel at the truck stop - I want to you to come
by tonight. Room 15. Come with a clean ass." I looked at him a little
speechless, but he wasn't expecting an answer. I was standing now and a
little dazed about the rape that my throat had just endured. He grabbed me
forcefully by the ass, as he opened the cubicle door and stepped out. I
stood frozen to the spot until I heard his car pull away and I wondered if
I would have the courage to meet this man again later that night.