Date: Sat, 10 Jul 2021 22:40:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mike Austin <nasstop@yahoo.com>
Subject: GAY/BEGINNINGS- "Another Glory Hole Story" Ch 5

ANOTHER GLORYHOLE STORY			By Mike Austin 	nasstop@yahoo.com

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V.

I slept soundly after the shower J/O session. A raging hard-on woke me
about midnight. My instinct was to hit the bar or the video store/booths. I
glanced outside and there was snow blowing sideways and the cars all had
ice, caked on their windshields. I thought, this fucking freak-assed Winter
storm was fucking up everything. I pulled out my laptop and quick-picked a
favorite stored video to J/O. A bull daddy had come home from work, his
younger slut boy toy had supper ready, but before they ate, the dad fed the
boy in the kitchen. The boy was on his knees, back against a cabinet and
the alpha dad, began face-fucking the boy for relief. The cameraman knew
the perfect angles to capture as some featured the Alpha's glutes as they
pumped the boy's mouth, or captured the heavy ball sack swinging against
the boy's jaw. Once the Alpha hit his stride the boy leaned his head back
as much as possible and gripped the dad, jacking his thick cock free of cum
and shooting across the boy's face before again feeding the big dick in the
boy's mouth. The boy wiped his face dry, sucked the dad again a bit then
they left for the dinner table and the real meal. Short, hot, to the point
and made me blast a cumload across my naked body. I drifted asleep and woke
soon before the wake-up call from the front desk. Stretching, the need to
pee launched me from the warm bed as I shivered trying to piss, then
sprinted back to bed and some warmth. Saturday morning I thought, who the
fuck is calling me as I'd shut down the front desk? It was 7 and Bob was
calling to invite me to breakfast. I agreed, but asked right out, "can I
suck your dick again", "yep" came his single reply? I showered and went to
Bob's room, gave him a good morning blow job, then we headed back to the
diner for breakfast. I got the tab this time and on the way out to the SUV,
asked if he ever went to book stores for blow jobs. He chuckled and said
that he often did but hadn't been to the one in town. I suggested we hit it
and perhaps get a booth together for a movie and/or some play action. It
was 9:30 a.m. as we made a bee line for the Triangle Video.



Jack was not working but the college aged guy who was equally hot and I
craved seeing and blowing his dick was behind the counter. He nodded my
way, smiled at Bob and cut his eyes back and forth before taking our entry
fees. As I passed the end of the sales counter, I cruised the young stud
and saw him sideways in sweats with a huge bulge. He nodded my way, glanced
down and smiled. Bob was curious about the format and I explained the lobby
displayed the full list of movies with corresponding numbers which could be
selected and the identity of the booths that were displaying a particular
video. A really fem guy came up to Bob right away and invited him to watch
a movie. Not being "together" (making air quotes) I assured him he was free
to roam and play. The pair disappeared into a booth. It would be a couple
of hours before I'd meet Bob back at the video display board, looking
well-drained but smiling.

It was this Saturday morning that I first met Scott, my future
roommate/personal trainer/hustler/hunk. He saw me standing solo, before the
board, having settled on a video, but not yet making my way down the
hallway to that video booth and smiled, reached out to introduce himself
and shake hands. He wore a bulky sweater and sweats, displaying a fine
torso and packed crotch all topped off with that blonde/green mix on his
head. We talked a bit; after he inquired about my movie pref and he urged
me to watch it with him. We left for the booth and once inside, Scott
wasted no time, finding my bar-belled pierced nips and working them and me
into a frenzy. I was equally aggressive with Scott, ramping his sweater off
to reveal those squared-off pecs and hard eraser nips, all brushed with a
light spray of blonde chest hair that led to that magic treasure trail and
bonanza beneath. We kissed some but I got to business fast, when Scott
unzipped his fly and I kneeled for a preview. That fat uncut 9"er was
already throbbing up for action and as he boned out, that dong made my
mouth water. Scott held my head and fed me, pulled me up kissed me, then
dropped me back for more eater duty. We went at it like that until I
thought I would collapse from need. "Ready" he posed, with my throat
stuffed and his face grimaced almost in pain but then the cum flood relaxed
that pained expression and my guts warmed from his ball flush. I was
gasping when he finished and he helped me stand and asked where I lived in
town. I explained that I was in the midst of a house remodel and was
staying at the City Center Motel. He explained he was looking for a new
roommate and we exchanged numbers. The following week, I got the occupancy
permit for my house, I called Scott and asked if he was still in need of a
place to live. He was all onboard and we made plans to meet and get his
stuff moved in. I continued blowing Bob at the motel, even after I moved
into my new place on Blossom until his audit was complete. He's been to
Blossom to get head multiple times and we've remained Feeder/Eater buds
ever since.



Scott got settled in on a Sunday and gave me the deposit and first month's
rent as he moved in. He explained that the next month's rent would come in
about a week to keep him paid in advance. I was all in for that since I had
the remodel costs to pay off and this extra bit of income would help me
retire that debt pretty fast and enjoy the onsite Feeder benefit. I'd
learned earlier that he did some "modeling" (a.k.a. hustling), worked
security at the bar, did part time parking lot security too and pool work
but that his main income source was as a personal trainer. He drove a year
old BMW, so he was making funds on a regular basis to keep up those
payments it seemed. It was a Tuesday night when I came in from work to find
Scott cooking supper for us in a Speedo that pushed me over the edge. I was
tired but grew horny as fuck at the site of that stud in my kitchen. He was
doing veggie burgers, spinach salad, air-baked sweet potato fries and
vanilla yogurt for dessert. Soon after the meal, I was being face-fucked
for added benefit and Scott's yogurt-enriched cum just pushed me over the
top. His face-fuck had me coming hands-free and that began a weekly ritual
we both enjoyed. He did enjoy his solitude but knew he had to tend to
clients for his lifestyle.



After moving into Blossom, I made a point of inviting Jack and Jake over
for a private time and drinks. Jack preferred having me in my stall at his
place, but also wanted to see the remodel results, so agreed and both
showed up the Saturday night before Scott moved in. Both men were impressed
and it was actually Jake who pointed out the midway status of 122 Blossom
between their respective 120 Apple and 121 Cherry addresses. "Guess I'll
need to hire my contractor to build a stall right here to keep you both
entertained" I shared and all of us laughed, then agreed. Jack actually
selected an area that was a linen closet off the hallway and adjacent to my
bedroom as a perfect size and convenient location. Both guys added that
they could handle that remodel if I put out on a regular basis; perhaps
even the mornings of their ritual runs. Hence began their midway Blossom
stopovers and my early morning daily feedings. Scott would sometimes wash
down the J&J loads with his sperm after the guys left. I learned trio had
done 3 and 4ways with other bottoms in the past. Hearing those stories was
always hot and often, better than a porn video. As Scott's regular
businesses became more and more lucrative, his routine bar and
parking/security work diminished and he worked those gigs less and less. In
the course of the year, Scott was hinting that he might be planning to move
out and get his own place. That had worked and got my remodeling expenses
paid off, so we both got the best of all worlds. In fact, 30 days later,
Scott announced his planned exit and while I saw him periodically, the
benefit of his daily cumloads would cease.



The guys introduced me to other top guys/friends. I was getting dicks
almost every day. One special feeder was Jack's co-worker, the college
guy. His name was Pete, 26, 5'10", black curly hair and green eyes. While
not tall, he sported a thick 9" dick and huge head, when boned. He was one
verbal Feeder and made me a total cum junkie for his cock. When J&J
introduced him to my play room the first time, Pete pointed at me and said
"oh yeah I know you slut, you don't get enough dicks and need more and more
don't ya"? I gulped and followed his lead to my stall at Blossom. He
secured me and talked me into a frenzy before unloading down my throat. I
learned what an expert top he was, when he arrived one night with a bag. We
went to my room and while beginning to give him head, he opened the box in
the bag. I was long dick swallowing him. The "gift" was a CB6000 cock
cage. My eyes glazed at the prospect. As he dick-smacked my face a few
times, he told me to stand and strip. I did as directed and before long,
was secured in the chastity device. He toyed with the pair of lock keys, in
his fingers, then stuffed them in his jeans pocket, patted the pocket and
uttered "for safe keeping" then resumed feeding me that stud cock and
ramming my throat full until he came. He left me locked up and horny as
fuck!!! The next day he returned, fed me and again left me locked. For 7
days the routine didn't change and I was achingly horny and my balls
throbbed as I walked, stood or sat. He called, told me to be stripped and
prepped before he arrived. I complied and was eager for his arrival and
use. Again arriving with a bag, he began his verbal torment; the energy and
his focus not seen in guys his age typically. He withdrew a 10" power drill
dildo that was both battery and current operated, with a remote control
device. The CB6000 chafed my crotch, inner thighs and groin. Pete teased me
with the new device, having me drop to my knees, suck it, then ride it as
he tested the effects of the remote. I writhed in agony and pleasure as the
10" dildo lodged up in me. He began his face fuck, then picked up his cell
and began a conversation. I was immersed in his cock lust and the effects
of the dildo churning inside me; and wasn't hearing the other party
clearly. He ended the call with "see you in 10" then leaned into my mouth
harder than ever. I gagged and tried a steady swallow but it was as though
his dickhead had grown larger overnight. Suddenly Jack was there in full
leather, took the remote from Pete and cranked it even higher. The louder I
moaned the deeper Pete fed me. Jack began jacking over my face and Pete
throbbed down my throat, I felt my balls surrender and I flooded the cock
cage, obviously hands-free. Jack came, then they left me alone in silence.