Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2018 05:05:51 +0000 (UTC) From: Brent Unihibited Subject: Gloryhole Gifts All usual disclaimers apply. It is assumed you read them and abide by them, but we all know you won?t, but that?s on you now. LOL If it is not legal for you to read stories about boys experimenting sexually with men, then say farewell. If you want to read on then please do. This story contains material relating to young boys between the ages of 5 and 12 and an adult or adults in sexual situations and contact. Please remember that Nifty can always use your help to make sure this site stays around and gives us an outlet and pleasure in reading. Please consider making a donation of any size: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html --------- Glory-hole Gifts------- I hadn?t planned on staying very long in the stall. All I needed was a few good loads from a few lonely husbands stuck shopping for the day with their wives, or if I was really lucky, a late teen that needed help getting his steel hard dick to go away so not embarrass him in front of his fellow mall rats. It wasn?t my usual routine or place. The mall has been declining for years, but it was on my way to my actual destination. I had time to kill, and a taste for stranger cum. I sat there in the far stall against the wall, pants down, foot ready to tap out the secret code for ?I?m desperate to suck your average dick and get stale cum.? I wasn?t surprised by the few men that were just average traffic for the bathroom. One guy was cruising for sure, but I think I had taken his sucking position in front of the hole. Now as a side note, I?m not sure why its always been called a glory-hole for as long as I can remember; I like to think of it more as a worship-hole but I suppose it is ?glorious? when occasionally the phallus gods smile upon us and give us a prize worth bragging about. I got my first chance about a half hour after sitting in light foot traffic. I could see he was cruising the stalls in the mirror while washing his hands first before heading into the stall next to mine. I am pretty adept at contorting myself to get a good look at the face and body while he was on his way into the stall and closing the door. He stood for a minute facing the toilet adjusting his semi hard-on in his cargo shorts. He was about 35 or maybe a little older, but was in decent shape with a Dad bod and really nice hairy legs. He didn?t waste any time unzipping and hauling out his meat and his balls. I had been looked upon favorably. His cock was not semi hard like I thought at first, it was about 6 inches soft and thick, the head was hidden by the tastiest looking loose hood of foreskin. His cock rested on a huge set of nuts that were trimmed, but long enough to know he was a true dark ginger. Pubes dark reddish brown, thick around his shaft base and fewer on his nuts with thick freckles on the canvas of his skin. My detailed but quick assessment made my mouth open and move over his meat involuntarily, my tongue flicking out and catching just under the top lip of his retracting foreskin, and running my tongue inside the rim, tasting his slight musk, and eliciting a moan of ?fuck yeah.? I withdrew my tongue and enveloped his meat in my warm mouth from tip to base in one single motion. My eyes opened at this point to see his canvas of freckles as close to my eyes as they could get and still focus. I let out a very satisfied half moan - half hum. I set to work throating his six inches into a nice, mostly stiff thick eight inches, using only my oral skills, massaging the bottom of his shaft as I went both directions with my tongue providing a little extra pressure. When his cock had reached another inch longer and I was unable to deep throat the whole cock, I started the hand and mouth technique in a fast repetitive motion. He was putty in my mouth. He tasted like soap, sweat, and a hit of mint. He was moaning loudly and his enthusiastic thrusting into the partition wall had to quiet down some or I was afraid we were going to be caught, but he knew what he was doing, as soon as the creak of the door started, he calmed down and I slowed down until the unknowing visitor finished up and left. As soon as the door hit the frame, he was back to pounding his nine-inch shaft into my face, the only thing keeping me from backing off his throbbing cock because of his powerful bucking, was the partition wall. For experienced cock suckers, we know that most men, gay, bi, or straight can not last long with the mouth, hand, and sloppy spit technique. Recently our secret was featured on you-tube as the ?grapefruit technique.? Anyway, no man lasts long, its just too much sensation, especially on a man with foreskin, gently getting your tongue in for a clockwise swirl on the upstroke while you have his foreskin gathered near the engorged head. This guy was no different. It wasn?t long before he was praising my skills, saying ?dude, fuck dude, I?m close dude? oh man yeah suck that fucking dick!? followed in 30 seconds by, ?I?m cumming, oh dude yeah, I am gonna blow this load down your throat.? I was rewarded instantly with a mouthful of thick creamy spunk. I could taste it had been recent when he had cum. I thought it had a hint of pineapple or something sweet? I wasn?t sure what it was until my next encounter. He simply said, ?Thanks dude, that was the best head I have had in a long time. If your going to be here for awhile, I?ll see about sending in some other visitors.? I hadn?t planned on leaving, but I didn?t think the dick could get much better than his glorious nine inches of thick ginger cock. I swallowed his entire load, one because I didn?t want to have to clean anything up, and two, it was so good I would have had my queer card revoked for not swallowing. I sat there for a few, briefly considered leaving, but remembered what he had said as he left about sending me other visitors. I stayed. It wasn?t but maybe 10 minutes later the door of the bathroom creaked slowly open. I thought at first it was a timid fellow cocksucker, or an elderly man with little strength. It wasn?t. I saw little Nike shoes followed by a slightly larger pair. I surmised the first pair belonged to a boy of about 5 and the larger ones must fit a boy of about 10 or small 12 years old. They talked in whispers, low enough I couldn?t really make out what they were saying but it seemed they knew, or noticed someone was in the last stall. They stood at the sinks for a bit, and my interest started to wane a little. I am a lover of cock. I love all cock, in all stages of development. I guess I am a cock and cocklet hound. It is rare that I have the courage to ?sneek a peek? or openly cruise a boy underage, but it does happen for me and I have experienced the bliss of young cock enough to know I love it, but not enough that I can keep from cumming hands-free after about 2 or 3 minutes of contact. I was suddenly surprised by them both stepping into the stall next to mine. There were 4 more stalls. Why did they choose the one next to mine? I wasn?t sure, but I was sure I didn?t want criminal counts for exposure or lewd activity with a minor, so I started to put my hand over the hole in the partition. I am pervy enough that I did this slowly, contorting to get a good look at the pair of what I assumed were brothers. I was correct in the assessment of the younger boy. He was about 5, maybe 4 years old, he was a slim build with a tight shirt that showed he still had a little plumpness that he would likely grow out of. He was dark blonde with skin the color white sweetcorn, almost too pale but smooth and silky from what I could quickly see. He was biting his bottom lip like he was trying not to say anything, but he met my gaze as I assessed him with the most beautiful steel-blue eyes, innocent and curious. I turned my attention to a slim and sleek pale taller boy. He was slender and toned for a young age. He looked more about 12 years old, older than my first thought. He wore a pair of silky basket-ball shorts that hung freely from a slim waist. He also had a shirt that was tighter than normally worn. I had trouble taking my eyes of his shorts as it seemed I was having trouble figuring out if he was wearing underwear or not. I thought in a brief second that I could see a faint outline of a larger than average cock. I looked up into the face of an Adonis. He had strawberry blonde hair cut and gelled into a short Mohawk. His eyes were deep blue with yellow orange ring close to the iris. It was a sunburst in a sea of lapis lazuli. I was struck so much by his beauty my hand stopped moving to cover the hole. I was staring, likely with my mouth partially open and my tongue hanging out. Maybe I was drooling, but you would have been also. This 12 year old boy was the definition of perfection. In my stunned state, and with not being able to move my hand in front of the hole, I was prime and silent. The older boy squatted down and looked at me through the gloryhole, his face joined partially by his younger brother. He parted his perfect pale lips and said, ?Dad told us to come visit you, he said you could make us feel good, like you did him a few minutes ago.? I was speechless. I was silent for what seemed like an hour, it was just a few seconds. I responded in the most intelligent manner I could in my current state, and just nodded my head and stammered out a sqeeky, ?.. sure kid, for both of you?? He smiled at my response but didn?t answer my question. Instead, I heard him say to his younger brother, ?okay Mac, this is the guy Dad was talking about. You want to do your thing, or just watch?? I wasn?t sure what ?his thing? was, but I was sure it would be wonderful to witness or experience. ?I?ll start on you Mikey,? and with that I witnessed Mikey put his hands on his head and give Mac full access to his body. Mac sat on the toilet in the adjacent stall, grabbing at his cocklet through his cargo shorts that matched his Dads. He reached out and took hold of Mikey?s basketball shorts and in one motion had them on the floor along with Mikey?s plaid cotton boxers. I was glued to the gloryhole, and yes it was glorious to see. Mikey?s cock was about 4 inches and already mostly hard, the foreskin was tight across the purple swelling head with just the tip showing. It sprang up when Mac pulled his shorts down and slapped against Mikey?s pale stomach. Mikey had the same freckles painted on the same pale canvas that his Dad has, but without the interrupted view by any hair on his marbled skin. If Mikey had any hair around the base of his cock or on his nut sack, it was so pale I couldn?t see it. These two had done this before. There were no questions, and no hesitations by either of them, and that fact made what I was witness to, even more exciting. Mac had taken hold of Mickey?s cock, and started to pull back Mikey?s foreskin slowly, almost with reverence. I thought then, this kid Mac was born to service and suck cock. He instinctively seemed to know what, when, and at what speed to be pleasing and proficient. Mac slowly moved his head forward and took his older brother?s perfect cock into his mouth. He took an inch at a time, while Mikey reared his head back and whispered his grunts of approval. When he had swallowed the whole 4 inch length to the base and puffed out a small cough to express he had taken Mikey?s cockhead into his throat, I swear the kid smiled. I am sure I was grinning ear to ear just watching. Mac backed off his brother?s shaft and licked his little lips, smiled up at Mikey, and asked if that was okay. Mikey nodded his approval and then turned toward the hole. ?Dad said for you to suck me, and that as your prize for doing such a good job at getting him off, he was going to let his favorite cock sucker, Mac, suck your dick while you suck mine.? I wasn?t sure I had heard him correctly, but whatever was happening or going to happen, I wasn?t going to question it. Mikey grabbed hold of his cock at the base, now in full hard length at 4 inches and thick with his foreskin retracted behind the purple silky head, and positioned himself in front of the hole, he was barely tall enough, but he was able to position himself at the bottom of the hole with his loose nut-sack hanging through with his cock. I took a moment to appreciate the size and the smooth silkiness of his balls. They had definitely dropped and were good hangers for a boy of 12. I was hoping that by having dropped, they also were producing at least some clear boy juice for me to taste soon. With his cock positioned for my talent to get to work, I heard him tell Mac, ?go under the wall and go suck him off like you do to Dad every Sunday.? ?Okay, but will he tell me when to stop like Uncle Ben or Pastor Mark does? Or should I swallow his baby milk like I do to Daddy?? Well, I filed this nugget of information from their exchange for future reference and use hopefully, while Mikey told him to ?just swallow his baby milk, cuz Dad said do him like you do him.? With that settled, Mac crawled under the partition wall and smiled up at me from his position on his knees. I told him, ?if you don?t want me to cum in your mouth, that?s okay buddy, I can pull out.? He smiled at me again and as he did, a low growl came in response from the other stall, Mikey said, ?No, Dad told him to, so he has to. He wants to swallow anyway, he loves it.? With that done and a beautiful blonde 5 year old positioned on his knees in front me, I set to work. I took that steel hard 12 year old cock into my mouth in one motion, just like I did his father?s. And in repeat fashion, Mikey reared his head back and let out a masculine but higher pitched, ?fuck yeah.? As I was working Mikey?s cock similarly to his Dad?s, I felt a brush of hair comingling with my hair on my stomach and looked down without letting go of Mikey?s perfect pale cock, to see little hands grasp around the base of my stiff 7 inch cut cock, and Mac?s plump lips engulf my cock as he expertly flicked his tiny tongue into my piss slit and his lips sloppily slide around my shaft, taking a little bit of my length with each breath. I knew if I continued to watch Mac work my own meat, I wouldn?t perform my duties owed to the boy perfection in my own mouth, nor would I last but maybe a minute. I set to concentrate on Mikey?s stiff rod and I wet my fingers to smoothly roll his boy acorns in a silk sack around in my hand while working his perfect steel cock with my mouth and tongue. I kept hearing what I could only describe as whimpers from both boys. I knew Mikey was getting fairly close to cumming, whether that be as a dry one or my wish of some sweet boy nectar, because his silk acorns were pulling up near his stiff shaft with each stroke of my warm mouth. Mac was just enjoying what he is a professional at doing, his whimpers were ecstasy of sucking man cock. In a few minutes, my tongue inside Mikey?s tight hood, I tasted the start of sweet boy cum. It was similar to a mans pre-cum in consistency, but was like eating honey straight from the squeeze-bottle. I heard him whimper that he was cumming, and I didn?t let up but kept my attention inside his foreskin hood and lips tight around his shaft. He shivered when he came. It was like the bucking his Dad had done but involuntary against the partition wall. His perfect silk acorns were tight against the base of his shaft, and his silky sack hung loose and empty. While Mikey was busy unloading his boy nectar into my willing and warm mouth, Mac had been working my hardon in a hand and mouth coordination around my rock hard dick. I knew he wanted my seed. I wanted to unload in his pretty little mouth. He took one last lick with his tiny tongue into my piss slit and I mumbled and exploded into his mouth, my ropes of man cum into this 5 year olds mouth felt like they would never end. He took my entire 2 day load in his mouth, he didn?t swallow right away though, and instead held it in his mouth, stood up and opened his perfect mouth so I could see he had my load. I drew him in one motion with one arm close to my own face and kissed him, sharing my load by raking my tongue across those baby teeth, soon to come out, to gather at least some of his spit that holds his essence, and some of my own load. Knowing that we shared in my cum together. He giggled at my actions when we broke free. I let him go and asked if he enjoyed that. Mac said, ?Yep, I like kisses and baby milk.? Mikey had pulled back through the hole during Mac and I?s exchange. He had his shorts already up part-way, hovering the waistband just below his perfectly round set of ass orbs. I think he was seeing if I would notice, and when I reached my hand and arm through the gloryhole to touch this perfection, he took both his hands and after a few touches he singled out my middle finger on my hand and slid it directly and firmly into his boy hole. I was sure I would never wash the finger again, but as soon as he let go of my hand, I pulled my arm back and stuck that finger directly into my mouth. It was musky and tasted familiar, a little like pineapple, and my cock started to come to life again. His Dad, that man, that 9 inch cock, had at least been at that asshole, and made a deposit. With Mikey dressed and Mac back under the stall wall, Mikey pulled a business card from his pocket. ?Here, Dad said if we liked you to give you this.? He handed it through the gloryhole. I took the card and while I was reading, heard the bathroom door hit the frame. The boys, a fantasy come to life, had left. I turned the card over from a blank side save for a phone number and noticed what it read, ?Luke Torpedo, Children and Teen Minister.? I smiled, laughed a little, and grabbed hold of my hardening cock. If you liked my story, this is my first attempt at writing and posting at Nifty. Please email me at citdoitloveit@yahoo.com and let me know you liked it, what you liked about it, or any thing else. I?de love to have feedback. I likely will have Luke, Mikey, Mac, Uncle Ben, and Pastor Mark and maybe more in a future story if anyone likes this one.