Date: Thu, 15 Oct 2020 14:35:55 +0200
From: Sam Will <Sam.willsWill@mail.com>
Subject: Part 15: Becoming Jeff's Leather Slut

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I was getting the feeling that I was being talked over, opinions ignored,
if I had any. Shit this decent was fast. 

"Glory Holes Will, he fancies himself so he'll get competitive with his
fellow subs. See you later." 

Jeff led me off to side. To a series of boxes.
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Part 15: Sling - into the glory holes

A series of boxes didn't quite describe the main glory hole section of
Sling perfectly. It was a sort of irregular L shape of stud walls. The
external part of which opened out onto the main, large bar section of the
club. Depending on which wall you went to depended in turn on your relative
level of privacy. Full on exhibitionists could have the main bar and dance
foot directly behind them. More private guys could come around the corner
into a more quiet section.

As Jeff pushed me through the missing wall that was the entrance the
realisation hit that inside it was in effect one big room. One pen for all
those looking to suck. There were holes of various sizes, even shapes, at
different heights all the way around.

My OCD, for what it is, was impressed that each hole had some type of
lining meaning the no doubt stud walls weren't rough where they were cut
out. The internal walls were all white and the floor that sort of foam,
jigsaw puzzle material you find at kids play centres.

As Jeff had said on entering Sling it was early days and not much was going
down. There was only one guy. Probably in his late 40's, dressed in a
leather, sleeveless top that was grey and was done up with a zip in the
centre. He had a rubber jock on that he had his hand inside and ankle high
boots on.

He wasn't especially attractive to me, balding and with his limited grey
hair clipped back to a No1 cut, he had three to four days of grey stubble
around his face, brown eyes. He squatted on his ankles sucking a very
average sized cock. If there's one thing you learn at glory holes is that
average means that most guys are average, it's just some have very nice
average cocks!

This guy had his eyes closed, left hand working the cock. He seemed to be
doing a fucking terrific job. He saw me. Fuck, to be honest he did look
nasty, not even a hot older guy, just a bit nasty. Compared to him I must
have looked like the new fresh carcass in the butchers. Yes, my leathers
were hot, yes I looked ace but I looked so inexperienced. So not sure what
the fuck to do.

With the hand he wasn't using on the guys cock he pointed down, next to
him. I walked over, slipped down. He stared at me, cock in mouth. His spit
making the cock shine. I must have licked my lips. These involuntary
actions constantly happening to me and he pulled the guys cock from his
mouth and offered it to me. "Fuck, umm" is all I could mutter.

"Just get on with it" he said grabbing my head and pushing me on. He
watched. The guy in my mouth wasn't into taking showers clearly and stunk a
bit. My fellow blow jobber started to lick down the side of his cock
causing our tongues to mix and eventually for us to be making out all over
his cock.

I was waiting for for moment of explosion but the guy the other side of the
wall suddenly pulled his cock away and walked away.

I must have looked surprised. "Don't look surprised man, it's ok, guys come
to warm up here. Sometimes they'll cum, sometimes they just want a bit of
head. I'm Ryan" he held out his hand and I introduced myself.

"Nice to meet you Sam, first time in here" I nodded "well, it's fun, just
don't expect that you get what you want, me and you and whoever else joins
us, which will be a good few, are here to suck until a guy has had
enough. Now if you want my advice, loose the jacket, it'll get hot"

He got up and waved at someone "Frankie can you check Sam's jacket
please". I was nervous slipping it off and handing it over but Ryan walked
back "trust me Sam, you're fine, Jeff's new lad right? No one will steal
your jacket" I smiled, relieved but then realised does everyone know who I
am?

Then two cocks appeared through holes. "Time to get to work matey".

Getting to work lasted, well, a pretty fucking long time. I mean I kept
count of the number of cocks at first but then lost count maybe nine? I
don't know? Maybe more? All I know was that by the time I walked out the
pen had 20ish suckers in, all doing good business.

I'd helped others out with guys. Sucked some pretty small guys and one
pretty big guy.

I walked over to the bar. Jeff was standing with a group and saw me "well
hello slut" he said in a cheeky sort of way. "Guys this is Sam getting a
taster experience tonight. By the looks of it he's been tasting quite a lot
of cock". There was laughter. "Guys we're going to go, he still needs his
beauty sleep" Jeff said waking me out.

We collected my jacket, put my tracksuit on over the top again. Outside
were about six cabs "there's loads of cabs here" I said

"Well it's good business and gay friendly cab drivers know it's good
business over the weekend"

As we jumped in I said "I thought we'd be staying longer" I was a little
disappointed to be honest.

"Don't worry. This'll become a regular part of your life".

Back at Jeff's he once again pounded me into the following week; however,
this time allowed me to stay over sleeping in my chaps. On the Saturday
morning, wearing my chaps and jock, eating breakfast he told me "looks like
you can go home today. Look I won't be around for a couple of weeks but Jay
is on Friday. He'll message you if that's cool?"

"Oh sure umm I think that's cool?" and I drank more coffee

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