Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2024 22:50:11 -0500
From: GH Guy <gloryholeguy18@gmail.com>
Subject: The Gloryhole Waiting Room, part 7

Gloryhole Waiting Room, part 7

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Kevin: Bill had told me to go home and take it easy that night. I had to
admit that for the rest of the day I was kind of in a daze. I felt like I
was in a state of bliss. I kept reliving the feeling of Robert and Bill's
tongues in my asshole. It had just driven me kind of wild. They were
clearly experts in what they were doing. I especially liked the feeling of
Robert's beard gently grazing my ass as he worked. The sensation was just
indescribable. It was hard for me to believe that I would find something
that I liked as much as sucking someone at the glory hole. But this was way
up there.

And I also couldn't help but think about the next step. The idea of a line
of men standing behind me, and that I wouldn't be able to see who they
were, but that I would just be available to take whatever dick was there,
sent shivers up and down my body. We were slated to begin at noon the
following day, so when I went home I decided to turn in early.

Unfortunately, when I woke up the next day, I had not maintained the same
enthusiasm. I was actually quite worried about how the day was going to
go. The more I thought about it, the more I thought that this might not be
a good idea. Even though I trusted Bill, I was also very much aware of the
fact that I was a virgin. And the idea of having not one guy fuck me but 12
guys do that, it just felt like too much.

By 10:00 AM, my mind completely changed. I decided to give Bill a call. He
immediately picked up the phone. He said, Hey Kevin, how are you feeling
this morning. And I said Well, yesterday was amazing. But I have to be
honest, the more I have thought about things today, the more I don't think
that I'm ready. I just think this is gonna be too much. And I'm worried
that it's going to hurt. I think that I need to bow out. I'm really sorry
to do this to you at the last moment.

Bill surprised me as usual. He said it was normal for a young guy to be
nervous about a new sexual experience. Most straight guys when they are
with their girlfriend for the first time are like that. You are just
getting a few jitters for your first time, it's nothing to be ashamed
of. He then said why don't we just take a moment to talk about what is
bothering me most.

I said that I was not worried about taking one or two guys. But the idea of
having 12 men line up behind me just felt like too much. I was afraid I was
going to get hurt. Bill assured me that my concerns made sense. He said
that he had thought about the same thing, but that there is a solution for
it. He said you know that drug that you take after each Saturday, the one
that's a little bit sci-fi? The one that wipes out any trace of an STD?

I said sure, I still had several left and I was taking them weekly. He
said, well the makers of that pill have also created another one. It is
basically like Reverse Viagra, and guys call it RV. Viagra is for a guy to
get hard. But RV is to help a bottom go into heat. It not only opens you up
and makes you ready to receive the biggest dicks, but to crave being filled
with as much dick as they can get. Essentially, once you take the pill,
your hole starts to spasm. And it really only feels good and right when you
have a top right behind and inside you. Once he penetrates you, your hole
spasms around his penis, creating a wonderful experience both for you and
for him. But really importantly, the bottom does not want to take a
break. Even with several guys. Instead, one guy unloads and pulls out and
you cannot wait for the next guy to line up.

Bill then put it this way: I know that you said at the beginning of this
journey that you wanted to explore your sexuality and to learn new
things. This feels like it could be one of those turning points. Would you
like to give it a try?

I breathed nervously in the phone, still unsure about taking this many
dicks. But finally, I told Bill to come and pick me up at the time we
decided and that I would be ready. I quickly pulled on the new jockstrap
that Robert had gotten me, one that I had washed the previous night. And
then I pulled shorts and a shirt on over that. We arrived at the new glory
hole room. When I opened the door I saw the platform with the chair and
large hole. I couldn't believe that in less than 40 minutes, part of me
would be sticking through that hole and waiting for any number of cocks to
do with me what they wanted. It was making me quite excited. But of course
it also continued to make me nervous.

Bill must have seen that in my face. And so he said, OK, the pill takes
about half an hour to kick in. So it might be a good idea for you to go
ahead and take it now so that you have a little bit of wiggle room before
we start. He then pulled out an envelope and I opened it up to find a red
and blue capsule. He gave me a bottle of water and I quickly swallowed the
pill. As we waited, I started to hear some noises coming from the other
room. I couldn't see through the hole because Bill and Pete had put a
circular piece of wood over it in order to cover it. Of course we wanted to
keep the experience as private for the guys as possible. But a couple of
times I heard men laughing, slapping each other on the back, at one point I
thought I heard the clink of glasses and thought that they might be
drinking whiskey.

I remembered back to yesterday with Robert saying he had made that side of
the room look like a cigar club. I thought that that is incredibly hot,
like it would be a bunch of masculine straight dudes drinking and then
taking turns with me. As the clock ticked down Pete came in.

He asked Bill if I had taken the dose, to which Bill gave a slight nod. At
that point, Pete got a grin on his face. Oh yeah, he said, get ready. That
pill puts a bottom in the heat. You're gonna need as much dick as you can
possibly get. That made me feel a bit relieved. I looked down at my
watch. 10 minutes until we were ready.

I was still hearing shuffling from the guys in the next room when I started
to feel it. It was like a blossoming that was opening up from my pelvis
spreading through my limbs and most specifically to my ass.

I started to feel my hole clench, spasm, and then release. It started to do
this every 30 seconds or so, but I could also swear that the pace was
picking up. And every time that my hole did that, this moment of
desperation would sweep through me. It was like the most intense sexual
need that I had ever experienced, only not focused on my dick. It wasn't
about me coming. Instead, it was about needing to be filled. Needing to
feel a man stand behind me and push his penis into me.

Suddenly the thoughts that I was having and the physical experience were
starting to feed off of each other. Every image I had was of some big burly
guy stepping behind me, pushing his dickhead against my hole, and my trying
to give him as much control and leverage as I could. I started to feel
desperate to be filled with dick. And most importantly, I couldn't wait to
feel that first dick shoot sperm inside me. It felt like that was the only
thing that would relieve this need.

Bill must have saw it in my eyes because I looked up with this glazed
expression and he just said OK, why don't we go ahead and get you to the
gloryhole? I was relieved because it was honestly hard to stand being in
that much need and desperation. While I was somewhat dazed from the spasms
that were sweeping over me, I was also desperate to be filled. It's like I
couldn't wait anymore. I had to get that first penis in me.

And so Bill sat me down on the chair and then removed the panel behind
me. He then asked me to scoot back a bit and I did, feeling the leather
gently hug around my waste and lower torso and upper hips. I imagine what
it must have looked like on the other side, nice smooth pink hole sticking
out just about hips level for any of the guys who were there. And I'm sure
that if they got up close they could see the tremors that I was
experiencing. Bill had asked me to prepare by cleaning myself out and then
also inserting plenty of lube inside of me. He said this would make it so
that I would be fully ready to be mounted as soon as I sat on the chair. I
could feel just a little bit of lube trickle out of my hole and down my
bottom. If I didn't know any better, and if the guys didn't know any
better, they would think that I was getting wet for them.

As soon as I stuck myself through the hole, the guys in the other room
erupted into whistles. That gave me a bit of a smile. And then I didn't
know whether to be waiting in nervousness or in anticipation. What would
this first cock be like? Would he you go easy on me? Or would he just start
pounding? But as much as I was wondering about that, the drug was also
sweeping through me causing another convulsion. Honestly it didn't matter
whether the guy was gonna go gentle or if he was gonna go rough. I just
needed him to line up and get behind me. That was when I started to hear
shuffling behind me. It sounded like a whole crowd of feet.

I looked back but I couldn't see anything through the gap between my skin
and the plush leather padding. My view was completely blocked. But I did
start to hear what sounded a little bit like a negotiation. They were
figuring out who was going to take their turn first. Suddenly voices fell
silent and I wondered what was happening. My hole spasmed and one of the
guys said, hey guys, I think this kid is on that pill. We're really gonna
be able to give him a good time. Another guy said, oh yeah, guys on that
pill don't have limits for the size or number of dicks they can take. They
just want to keep going. There was another moment of silence and my eyes
darted back and forth but then they quickly froze as I looked straight
ahead. I felt a gentle pressure against my hole. Almost like a friendly
knock to be let in.

This caused it to spasm again begging for the pressure to increase. I tried
to remember the advice that I had been given, that I should try to push out
as much as possible. But I didn't even really need to think about
that. Because the reverse Viagra started to do the trick on its own. The
lips of my ass started opening up for whoever was standing behind me. I was
eager and couldn't wait to welcome him in. I have a submissive steak I
suppose. I think this came out in the way that I thank the guys after they
use the glory hole and in my willingness to pleasure dozens of men at a
time. But I also realized that this was not just an attitude, the pill was
making it a physical experience. My hole was doing whatever it could to
accommodate the man behind me. It was eagerly begging for the head of his
penis to press all the way inside my hole, and then to be prepared for any
more inches of the veiny shaft pressing its way in.

This moment will always be frozen in time for me. Feeling that first
opening up was magical. And then I realized that whoever was behind me
wasn't done yet. He pushed a little bit more and then I took in another
half inch inch. And then he pushed a little bit harder and I took in
another inch. Each inch sent fireworks exploding through my pelvis and
through my limbs and all the way up through my chest. He went a little bit
deeper and I got yet another inch. At this point, I started to think that
if I were to try to move back and forth I wouldn't be able. I would be
nailed in place, this guy's hard penis preventing the movement of my
hips. But this also did not prevent me from pushing back even further,
trying to grab another couple of centimeters.

One of the guys behind me said oh man, he must be really desperate for
it. And that's when I felt it. I felt the gentle kiss of my partner's
balls. They grazed me just below my hole. I also felt his hips come to rest
on my buttocks. That's when I heard a voice. It said, that's it kid just
pause for a moment and get used to it. I immediately recognized the
voice. I wondered if this was something Bill had organized or if it was a
complete coincidence. But the voice was of the very first guy who I had
ever sucked off at the glory hole. Even though I wasn't supposed to know
it, I had learned later that this guy's name was Nippy. I had asked,
because he had the most incredible 9-inch downward curving uncut dick I
ever saw. And the fact that that was impaling me at this moment, all the
way from base to head, and that my hole was spasming around him and begging
for more, I knew that this was going to be a good day.

And that's when I felt Nippy slowly pull back. Every inch that I had earned
slowly disappeared from my hole. Even at the end his head pulled out and I
was left completely empty. It was the worst feeling in the world. I started
to whimper wanting him to line up behind me. And then I started to feel it
again, the pressure. As one inch went in and then the other. But something
was different. It took me less than 3 inches of penetration to realize that
this was not nippy. I did not know who this was. But I also wasn't
complaining. This penis was a little bit thicker and curved upward. When he
stopped, I realized that he had not gone as deep as Nippy. But I didn't
mind at all. He then pulled back all at once leaving my hole gaping
open. Of course, that being only the second dick that had ever been inside
me, the gaping part quickly closed back up.

Then I felt another guy step up behind me and press himself in. He then he
pulled himself out and then this went on for at least another 10 or 15
minutes. And at any given time, I had no idea who was mounting me. I had no
idea whether they were going to push in or pull out. I was totally at their
mercy. Finally, one of the guys who I thought I must have had somewhere in
the middle of this train, came back for a second round.

He pushed himself inside me allowing myself to adjust to him. But I had a
sense this time that he wasn't going to just pull out and let another guy
take his turn. Instead, he kind of took ownership of things. He pulled
himself out of me completely and then quickly thrust back into me. From my
side of the hole I gently was pushed forward in the chair. And I let out a
soft moan. He must have liked that because he pulled back again and then
smacked into me a little harder. This time I was pushed forward on to the
chair an inch or two. I quickly pressed myself back, making myself ready
for him. And that's when he really started to pound me. The guys weren't
playing nice anymore. Or at least this guy wasn't.

The other guys seemed to get excited by this and I heard a few of them say
yeah man that's right, give it to him. The guy behind me grabbed hold of my
hips we continued to thrust as hard as he could. Fuck that slut! One of
them yelled. This whore needs it. He needs to be dicked down. Yeah man give
it to him. Another guy yelled: Don't you like this better than the time
that you fed it down his throat. That's what gave me the clue that this was
another guy who had been at the glory hole.

I wondered how many of these guys I had sucked off; I suppose there was no
way for me to know. I could ask after this was over, but I liked the
mystery more than the details. After another moment or two the guy behind
me started to become more erratic in his hip movements. Suddenly he started
to moan and gasp. Oh yeah, here it comes, you're ready to take it. And then
he just started to grind. It was subtle, I wondered if it was the pill or
something else that was making me feel every spasm of his penis inside
me. And then I felt every drop start to hit, to fill me, volley after
volley of warm sperm inside of me. He started to slow down and then he
paused for just a minute, the two of us still coupled. He then pulled
himself out all the way up to the mushroom head of his dick and then thrust
inside me once more.

It felt so right. There was something wrong about knowing who it was behind
you, mounting you, or sticking his penis in your mouth. But when he was
separated by a wall, it was really just you and his penis. It was a pure
sexual experience, allowing for total focus on the act. And there was
nothing to complicate it after, no feelings or expectations, because for
all you knew it could be any man. It was perfection.

No sooner did the last man leave did I start to feel something cold and
metallic against my hole. And then I noticed that it was accompanied by a
cockhead. It felt like a very large prince albert was being pressed against
my hole. The idea made another spasm rush over me, which made me open up
for him. It was happening, I thought, I was opening up again, spasming
around the head of another dick. This time with a huge metal ring ready to
grind my prostate. I was ready to take in every inch. This was the thickest
penis that I felt inside me, and he just pummeled my ass. I was whimpering
and moaning as the ring popped in and out of my hole. His balls were heavy
and drooped down, slapping my ass with every thrust. Eventually, like all
the others, I could sense his dick getting harder as he started to release
inside me.

The next hour was a blur. I remember feeling progressively fuller, almost
like I couldn't take anymore cum inside me. I tried to hold as much of the
sperm inside me as I could, but I new it was starting to dribble out. I had
lost count, and was not sure how many dicks I had and how many I still had
to go. Just when I thought that the last guy had used me, I felt the
familiar greeting of a cockhead pressed against my hole. I would feel the
pressure again and my hole begging to let the next guy in, spasming around
the cock. Finally, the last guy pulled out, and a couple of the guys walked
by and slapped my ass. Good work kid, one of them said. Anytime you need a
man in you just set it up. The sound started to fade out, as it sounded
like buckles and pants were being put on. Bill came over and helped to pull
me forward as Pete took the piece of wood to cover up the rest of the
gloryhole. Besides Nippy and probably Robert, I never did know the guys who
were behind me. But I remember going home feeling full. And also thinking
another thought: 12 wasn't enough.