Date: Thu, 29 Feb 2024 23:14:44 -0600
From: GH Guy <gloryholeguy18@gmail.com>
Subject: The Gloryhole Waiting Room, part 8

Gloryhole Waiting Room, part 8

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Mark: I honestly couldn't believe my luck. When I walked into the coffee
shop, I knew that it was in the university part of town. But I never would
have expected to see someone I knew sitting there. Especially not this
person. Of course, I didn't really know him. I knew him from a meal I
shared with his family, and then I also knew him from one side of a
wall. And the awkward but also cool part is that he did not know me from
his side of the wall.

You see, about four months ago I received an invitation to use a
gloryhole. I was in one room with a group of guys who were in line to get
sucked. The kid was being filmed sucking all these dicks on the other side
of the wall and they were silently broadcasting it on our side. And when I
saw his face on the screen, a line of spit connecting his bottom lip to the
cock sticking through the hole, I recognized him. He was the 18-year-old
son of a couple of family friends. Kevin.

And now I was walking into Café Rojo, to get my medium black coffee,
and there was Kevin sitting there. Boyish face, big lips, floppy blonde
hair, reading a book. He pushed a lock of hair out of his eye and turned
the page. After I got my coffee, I went over to his table. There was no one
in the coffee shop, so I decided to be a little bit bold. Is this seat
taken, I asked. Kevin looked up, and he paused for a brief moment. It took
him a second to recognize me. But once he did, he said, Oh yeah, of
course. Mr. Bennet is it? Hey it's really nice to see you.

I thought, but didn't say, you've seen a lot more of me then you probably
know. After all, he had given me the best head of my life. But I smiled and
pulled out the chair and sat down. I had to admit, it wasn't only the
hottest blowjob of my life, but the hottest sex. There was something about
that kid that gave me a raging hard on. I had thought often about going
back, but I was a bit afraid of being found out.

But I couldn't stop thinking about it. I went over the day again and again
in my head. What I couldn't understand was this. I have always known that
I'm 100% straight. I've never been attracted to other guys. I've never
wanted to be with other guys. I was perfectly happy with my wife until she
left me.

But there was something about Kevin's submissiveness, his willingness to
please other men, it just did something to me. Now I'm a 48-year-old
man. Usually, after my python is drained, I'm spent for the next day or
two. But there was something about that experience on the other side of the
wall from Kevin that absolutely hypnotized me. One or two or sometimes even
three times a day, I have to find a private bathroom stall to relieve my
pent-up frustration. I just wanted to stick my dick in his face and watch
him go to town.

And so, when I walked in today on my way to a job, ready to get another
coffee, it shook me just a bit to see Kevin sitting there with a book. But
I'm also a bit of a superstitious guy, and sometimes when something feels
like a sign, I think that it is.

Kevin was looking at me with an expectant stare. I realized I had been lost
in my thoughts, and that he was going to think I was a weirdo. So I tried
to recover: What book are you reading? Kevin said, oh this, it's the
Odyssey. It's for my freshman English class.

I never went to college, and instead went straight into construction. But I
admired Kevin for doing it, and also for doing what he needed to get
himself through school. So I asked him how he's enjoying college so far.

Kevin said, It's been really great. I'm learning all sorts of things that I
never thought I would be. Things about myself and about the world. Like
this book. It's about a guy who goes on this long journey and discovers all
sorts of things about himself on the way. It speaks to me. And then he
smiled. Sorry, he said, I know that got deep pretty quick.

I told him I didn't mind at all. I was enjoying the conversation. And
that's when I thought I would push a little bit to just see where it might
go. I asked him if he was doing anything for work.

He turned beet red. And then he started to stumble over his words. He said,
well, I have been sort of, doing well, odd jobs for people. I really like
the work, and it pays well. It's hard, you know, well, trying to make it
through school and also pay for it. But the money I have collected has not
only covered my tuition but my living expenses as well.

I tried to keep an even face, knowing exactly what he was talking about. In
fact, I was part of the "source" of his income. I said, yeah man, I totally
understand that. It can be really hard starting out. That's great that you
found some work that you love. Usually, odd jobs are not ones you end up
enjoying or paying well, but that's awesome.

If Kevin had been able to see under the table, I bet it would have made his
mouth water. My 8-inch, beer can dick was straining through my jeans. All I
could think about was getting his beautiful lips around its head. I kept
flashing to me gently taking it out, placing my hand on the back of his
head, and then reintroducing my penis to his lips and tongue.

The thing is, I have heard of straight men who are "trade," who let gay men
suck their dicks with no reciprocation. And at first I thought it was just
that. That's what the gloryhole was a about for me. But the more I thought
about Kevin, the more I started to have other ideas. I started to imagine
him lying on my king sized bed, ass in the air, ready for me to rail him
and fill him with my seed. And that was just the beginning. Really anything
where Kevin was made to be submissive turned me on and drove me wild. My
fantasies started to get more outlandish. I imagined using my cock to play
target practice with his mouth, seeing how far away I could be and still
hit it with my cum. I imagined pressing his face into a urinal while I
unzipped my fly and pissed on his face. And then there were the fantasies
where I pimped him out to other men. I watched as one guy after another
shoved their dick in his face or ass.

I know. I was way out to sea, and I didn't know how I could get back.

Kevin: I honestly couldn't believe Mark Bennet was sitting across from
me. It felt so odd. For a couple of different reasons. If I didn't know any
better, I would think it was a sign or something. I had seen him over
dinner not long ago, when my parents invited him. They felt bad that he had
recently separated from his wife. All I could think about was how hot he
was. And then I had that weird incident when I was working just a few days
after that. It was my first Saturday at the gloryhole. This guy grunted
from the other side of the wall that he was ready, and this thought crossed
my mind that maybe it was Mr. Bennet. But then I thought, no way, there was
just no way it could be him. Mr. Bennet was straight. He had, until
recently, been married. But then to have him sitting here, and asking me
all about my work, it felt coincidental. Almost too coincidental.

God he was hot. He was burly, muscular, had a thick square masculine jaw, a
full head of hair, and he was over twice my age. I thought about my slender
body in comparison with his. He could literally lift me up he was so
strong. And then, if there was even the slightest chance that he was the
one on the other side of the wall, that meant that his penis was absolutely
enormous. A solid 8 inches and as thick as a beer can. It tested my gag
reflex. Part of me just wanted to just spill the beans, to tell him
everything, and then drop to my knees and start worshipping him, to beg him
to let it out. And so I had to try to keep myself together as he continued
to ask me about school. And work. But part of me was nervous. What if I was
way off base with this?

Mark: The conversation went on, and Kevin seemed to get flustered and
jittery. Part of me felt bad. It wasn't fair that I had seen so much of him
and he had seen so little of me. I had to admit that I got hard every time
I brought up his work and he stumbled and got flustered. If only the kid
knew what was really on my mind. It was him giving oral sex to dozens of
men on camera at a time. His adorable hair flopping as he bobbed up and
down on the next huge dick. God I wanted this kid. I just wanted to bend
him over the table and fuck him. And part of me wondered if there wasn't
some discomfort there. Like he was picking up on the tension. Like he knew
that I knew how much he loved to be submissive and pleasure older men.

But I also felt conflicted. I felt this impulse that had two parts to
it. Each part equally strong and in a tug of war with the other part. I
felt fatherly towards him, and maybe even a little bit protective. And then
another part of me wanted to dominate him, to hold him down, and to bend
him to my will. This was so unlike me. I never had the slightest inkling
towards another guy. When I was with women, I did not want to dominate them
either. But that day on the other side of the wall stirred something inside
of me. As much as I wanted to give the kid a break and stop making him
nervous, I couldn't stop asking questions about his work. Maybe part of me
wanted him to spill the beans, because then I could really gauge his
interest in me.

So Kevin, I asked, what are the odd jobs that you are usually asked to do?
Kevin blushed again and paused, trying to find the words. Well, he said,
it's a customer service role.

I pressed on, So it's focused on making customers happy? Kevin nodded.

And what do you usually end up doing on your shift? Kevin squirmed
uncomfortably. He said: it has a couple of parts, really. I have to try out
several different, um, tools, to get them to work. There is also a part
where I have to do a taste test. I have to taste, um, protein drinks. Its
usually just a shot at a time. But the biggest part is making sure that the
customers are happy.

God damn it. I knew exactly what he was saying and my hard-on was raging.

Kevin: I started to think that maybe there was more to Mr. Bennet asking me
these questions. After my initial discomfort, it actually became kind of
fun to try to describe my work without saying what I did. How many
different ways could I say that my job was to give oral sex to hundreds of
men as work? But it was clear that Mr Bennet wanted me to keep going. He
always had another question.

So, Mr. Bennet asked, I am not really sure what it is that you do. You test
out tools, you taste protein drinks. But where do the customers come in?
How do you know whether they are happy? I had to think quickly. Well, they
give me the protein drink if they think I did a good job. It's a little
weird, but every job has its quirks, you know? And it pays well.

I flashed back to the last weekend. I was sitting on the stool in front of
the gloryhole and as I was listening to the other side. The Waiting Room
was clearly filled. Bill said that it was getting so packed in there that
some guys started waiting in the parking lot. I looked at the clock and it
said 11:59. Pete radioed to say the first guy had stepped up. This was
always my favorite part. A room full of men, each with a hard dick waiting
for my mouth. And the only thing holding us apart is a thin wooden panel
that I have to flick over. 12:00. I turn over the panel. And sure enough, I
see a beautiful banana-shaped cock pokes through the hole. The foreskin is
pulled back revealing a glistening purple head. I get a wiff of the guy and
his dick smells sweaty and manly, with maybe a slight sent of piss. As I
open my mouth, stick out my tongue and gently lick the head, I think about
how this is the best job in the world.

Of course, I can't tell Mr. Bennet all that. But he seems to be distracted
anyway. Even flustered. Finally it was Mr. Bennet who seemed to be getting
flustered. He excused himself. He said he had too much coffee and needed to
take a piss.

As I watched him head to the bathroom, jeans hugging his tight muscular
frame, I felt like I had a decision to make. The thing is, I did not want
to be with another guy. Not like this. I was shy. I know that sounds
crazy. At this point, I had been fucked by multiple guys. I had sucked off
somewhere in the 100s. I had been the center of a bukkake in a gloryhole
box. But the thing is, I couldn't see any of those men. It was just me and
the guy's penis, which I found to be a great combination. I am like a penis
whisperer, I know exactly what a guy's dick needs. But doing more than
that? It was too much. The only thing that I thought might work is if a guy
just totally took charge. Like told me what to do, made me completely
submissive to him. That was like the only thing that I could imagine. And I
have to admit that I have a few fantasies of Mr. Bennet doing that. Like
forcing my legs open, lying on top of me, and fucking me until I begged for
mercy.

Was there any chance that could be something Mr. Bennet was interested in?
I was scared to find out. What if I was barking up the wrong tree? I felt
like this was a moment of truth. Everything I had been learning and trying
led up to this. Would I take a chance that Mr Bennet, huge, burly, muscular
Mr. Bennet could be interested in me? That he would want to top me? To fit
himself inside of me making me his much smaller, younger, submissive
bottom? I decided that there was only one way to find out.

I cautiously opened the bathroom door. I immediately saw him at the urinal
making some very familiar movements with his hand. I crept in beside him.

As soon as he saw me, he jumped. I looked down and saw a familiar dick in
his thick masculine hands. It was 8 inches, uncut, veiny, and so much girth
to it. That's how I knew for sure. It was him! He had been on the other
side of the gloryhole. He paused for a minute, surprise written all over
his face. He did not try to pack it away. I looked a little sheepish but
sort of thought, well, in for a penny in for a pound. And so I said, Hey
Mr. Bennet, is there anything I can do to help with that?

Mark: I couldn't believe the kid's boldness. I had come in here because I
couldn't stand it anymore. I needed relief. And then to have him walk in,
me as worked up as I was. I was totally in overdrive. All of my most
intense fantasies overwhelmed me. My horniness was out of control. All the
talk about him sampling protein drinks sent me over the edge. I didn't want
a blow job from the kid as much as I wanted to totally subdue him. To make
him submit. To turn him into my bitch, and to know that I could claim him
sexually in whatever way I wanted.

Kevin stared at me with his cute floppy hair, his big lips. His guys kept
drifting down toward my dick. For just a minute he started to look nervous,
wondering what I was about to say. But finally I put my hand on his
shoulder and guided him against the wall. I undid my pants and belt and
pulled my underwear down just below my ass. My dick pointed straight out at
him. I put my hands on either side of his face and looked down at
him. First, I said, I want you to touch it. Kevin immediately obliged,
fondling the fat head of my dick with this right hand.

You have no idea how much I have been wanting to do this to you, kid. Now
let me ask you something, Kevin. Do you recognize this dick?

Umm, yes Mr. Bennet. I wondered if that was you all those months ago.

Good, good, I said. And are you glad it was me?

Kevin didn't hesitate. Oh yeah, I am really happy it was you. At this point
he was stroking my cock and precum was starting to get on his hands. And I
am glad that you know what my customer service job is.

Oh yeah, I said. I even rewarded you with a protein shot that day. My tone
then got serious. OK, look. Here's the deal. I have always been
straight. But you do something to me. I can't stop thinking about
dominating you. Making you meet my needs. I don't want to fuck around or
have there be any confusion. Kevin, I want to make you a bitch. My bitch. A
toy to meet whatever needs my cock has. How does that sound to you?

Kevin looked like he was seeing stars. His hands were totally coated in my
precum at this point. He could barely mutter, Yes, Mr. Bennet, I would like
that very much. I would like to do anything for you and your cock. Just
tell me what you need.

I couldn't believe what I was doing, but my lust just totally took over at
this point. OK, I said, the thing is, I have not pissed yet. And I have had
a lot of coffee. I think it would be a good to start things if you help me
with that. It looked like fire flashed inside Kevin, a pure sort of lust. A
very soft whisper came out: What do you want me to do?

It's simple, really, I said. I want you to press your right cheek into that
urinal. Kevin scrambled over there, knelt down, and then pressed his face
into the john. His mop of hair plastered itself to the side of the recently
used white porcelain. He was looking toward the left, and so I strode over,
full erection about a foot from his face. I knew it would take a minute to
piss like this, but I also knew I could manage.

I aimed my dick about half an inch from his mouth. I then let loose a
steady stream of pungent piss. A lot of it streamed right down the white
porcelain. Some of the droplets bounced up or to the left, away from
Kevin's face. And then there were the drops of piss that bounced right,
hitting Kevin's adorable mouth, lips, nose, and hair. I had a full bladder,
so this went on for some time. A couple of times I brought the stream over
toward his lips. I figured that his face was kind of acting like a splash
guard, functioning like a part of the urinal. By the end Kevin's face was
coated and dripping. Lots of droplets had made it onto his sweatshirt
too. Some deep part of me knew what I was doing, and I knew it must be
crossing Kevin's mind too. I was not only dominating him, showing how I was
going to bend him to my will. I was marking him.

After the stream started letting up, Kevin kept his face pressed to the
urinal. I shook my dick and let a few droplets hit his hair.

OK, Kevin, that was good. Now I am going to give you your reward. Get on
your knees, turn toward me, and open your mouth. I knew that the minute I
started stroking, I would cum. I have never been this desperate to release
my seed into someone. Kevin immediately obeyed. And after just two strokes,
a shot of milky white semen shot to the back of Kevin's throat. I quickly
shoved the head in his mouth. Four more volleys completely filled his
mouth. This time I wasn't nice, I didn't warn him, I just flooded his
palette with my baby batter.

I looked down at this adorable kid. He looked pretty good for someone with
semen coating his lips and hair wet with urine. I decided that this was
going to be a good start. Marking Kevin would not be a one-time thing, and
of course he would start getting a regular dose of my protein. He looked up
at me with adoring eyes. I told him to get cleaned up. He needed to get to
class, me to work, and then I told him I was going to need to meet him at
my house that night. We were just getting started.