Glory Hole Glory

Glory Hole Glory

The glory hole rooms were set up differently to the other rooms. There wasn't a mirrored window to watch from. Instead, there was a bank of flat screens filled with security camera feeds. Each room had three small lights at the top of my screen that the occupant would use: green was ready, red was stop, and yellow was done.

The rooms looked like bathroom stalls, minus the toilets, and they were painted black. Barely three feet wide, there were ledges up the walls for footholds, handrails to hang onto, tiled flooring for easy clean-up. There was also a small screen that showed continuous loops of porn, and the all-important hole in the wall that adjoined each stall.

There were six stalls in a row, though some nights not all stalls were used. Sometimes it was just one pair of men, sometimes three separate pairs of men, and sometimes all six rooms were occupied and it was basically a free-for-all. And sometimes a guy in a center stall wanted someone in a stall on either side of him.

Like tonight.

It was only the three stalls that were in use. The middle of the three was booked by a man who was going by the name of Joel tonight. He'd put in a request to have the stalls on either side of him booked for the duration. Men were always happy to oblige when this request came in. Someone was either getting their dick in an ass or down a throat with complete anonymity, no roles to play, no pleasantries to be exchanged.

Just cum.

And this was listed as a bareback session. No condom, no problem. Just fucking and sucking.

Before I started working here, I assumed glory holes were for men who had a sex-in-a-truck-stop fetish. But boy, was I wrong. Some guys got off on the mystery of it all; some guys didn't ever want to be recognized. Maybe some guys didn't like to be touched. Maybe they didn't want to see the warm body they were fucking was a guy instead of a woman. Maybe, just maybe, some guys just thought sticking their dick through a hole and having it sucked or fucked was fucking hot.

They weren't exactly wrong.

The door to the middle stall opened and Joel entered. Like a tomcat in heat, he took no time at all to get undressed and started stroking himself, twisting his own nipples while he watched porn on the small screen.

Lifting his right foot to one of the small footholds on the wall, he squirted lube onto his fingers and hurriedly started to fuck his own ass with them. He left his cock untouched, although he was already half-hard, as he watched the men fuck on the screen in front of him.

He inserted a second finger, starting to roll his hips a little, then he added a third. His head lolled back and he moaned, his cock now thick and full. Jesus, he was getting himself off before his scene even began.

He hit one of the switches, lighting the green "ready" light. Not a moment later, the door opened and a man in a suit walked in. Did he just finish work? Was this part of the character he slipped into when he played at the sex club? He was a middle-aged man, early forties, graying hair at his temples. Even with his face half-obscured by the low light, it was easy to tell he was attractive.

The porn on the screen held his attention, and he unzipped the fly of his suit pants, leaving them buttoned at the top. He had to maneuver his cock to free it, then it only took a few strokes before he hit the switch on the wall. His light lit up in the center stall alerting Joel, the man who'd requested this scene, that he was ready.

Suit Man nudged toward the adjoining wall, somewhat hesitant to just stick his dick through the hole. Was it his first time?

In the center cubicle, Joel knelt at the wall, his mouth perfectly aligned with the adjoining hole in the wall. He pressed his mouth up to the hole and licked his lips. "Feed your cock to me. Come on, let me taste you." He opened his mouth, flattened his tongue and waited.

Suit Man slowly edged the head of his cock through the hole into the waiting warm mouth. Joel quickly closed his lips around the cock and moaned to show his thanks.

The door to the third stall opened and another man slipped into the barely-lit room. He had a shaved head and wore a tight black shirt and jeans. He reminded me a little of Jason Statham, a hard looking but handsome man. He took out a small bottle of lube from his jeans pocket and put it on the shelf, never taking his eyes off the porn on the screen. He opened his jeans and heaved his huge cock out from the denim. He wasn't wearing underwear. After he stroked himself a few times, he refastened the button on his fly, leaving his cock free.

He slathered lube over his shaft and the head and slapped the button to signal he was ready.

Jesus. He wasn't wasting any time. He clearly just wanted to fuck and leave.

Joel, who was still kneeling at the wall lavishing Suit Man's cock with his mouth, let it slip from between his lips. He got to his feet, shuffled his ass up against the other hole and waited.

Jeans Guy held the base of his cock and fed his bulbous head into Joel's ass. He went slow at first, and given the size of him, I assumed he was used to bottoms needing a minute to adjust.

Not Joel.

He groaned like a whore as the cock sank into him and immediately started to push back onto it. Fuck. The man loved cock. That much was certain.

Looking straight ahead, Joel opened his mouth and took in Suit Man's waiting cock. The stall was barely three feet wide and he filled it, his face at one side, and his ass at the other; a cock at either end.

And these two men—these two absolutely anonymous cocks—spit-roasted him.

Jeans Guy grabbed the handrails at his sides and really started to fuck. He was relentless. He was pressed to the wall from his thighs to his stomach, his balls were through the hole and his cock buried deep inside Joel.

Joel moaned around the cock he was eating. The motion of being pounded from behind made him throat fuck Suit Man, and the well-dressed man's head fell back as he pressed his hips flush against the wall.

"Oh fuck, that's a great ass," Jeans Guy ground out. Joel replied by bucking back on his cock. "Oh yeah, like that."

They continued like that for a few minutes, fucking and sucking, until Jeans Guy's thrusts got faster and harder and all out of rhythm. He threw his head back and flexed as hard against the hole as he could, then growled as he came.

Joel's mouth popped off Suit Man's cock, obviously reveling in the feeling of Jeans Guy's cock emptying inside him. He whined in appreciation, rocking back onto the sensitive cock as he finished coming.

Jeans Guy bucked hard, moaning loudly. He still held the handrails. His head was back, his eyes were closed and his cock was still to the hilt inside Joel. His chest heaved as he caught his breath. "Fuuuuuuuck. So good."

Joel slowly stood up, letting the softening cock slip from his ass. He turned around, and lifting his leg to a foothold again, this time he fed Suit Man's cock into his creamy hole. Then he bent down and licked Jeans Guy's dick clean.

Suit Man groaned and readjusted his footing. Pressing his entire front against the wall, he never moved. He let Joel do the fucking. Joel set an even pace—a deep, slow, rocking pace—while he sucked on the spent cock in front of him.

I thought Jeans Guy might pull his dick back and hightail it outta there, but he stayed, obviously loving his cock being lavished by a willing mouth. He was now stroking the base while Joel swallowed around him.

Suit Man started to grunt and Joel began to buck his hips a little more. He was working that cock just how he liked it, and Suit Man was at his mercy.

"I'm gonna come," Suit Man whispered.

"Yeah," Joel cried. "Give me your load."

Suit Man banged his hips against the wall, fucking Joel as deep as he could before stilling, and filling him full of his seed.

He came quietly, just a few stifled grunts, but Joel moaned his thanks long and loud. The man in the suit slowly pulled out, took just a moment to catch his breath, stuffed his still-hard dick in his pants, and walked out the door.

Jeans Guy, however, was still there.

Joel straightened up, and holding the base of his hard cock, put the tip through the hole for Jeans Guy. Without a word between them, Jeans Guy dropped to his knees and took Joel's cock into his mouth.

"Oh yeah," Joel murmured. "Suck it good."

Jeans Guy's head bobbed back and forth as he sucked that cock hard, taking a little bit more with each pass. It wasn't long before he was deep throating him. Joel cried out in pleasure before his whole body flexed and stilled. His head fell back and he moaned like a wanton whore, coming down Jeans Guy's throat.

Jeans Guy hummed in appreciation, swallowing every ounce. He never spilled a drop. Jesus, he was deep throating him so I doubted he even got to taste it. But he released Joel's cock, licking him one more time for good measure before he stood up. He stuffed his half-hard cock back into his jeans, hit the light switch to say he was done, and walked out the door.

Joel leaned against the wall for a moment with a satisfied and smug smile on his face. He rubbed his hands over his chest, his stomach, down to his glistening dick and gave himself a sated squeeze. Then he rubbed his fingers over his ass, smearing the cum that leaked from his hole.

He rolled his neck and shoulders, obviously feeling a lot less stressed than when he came in. He casually got dressed, hit the light switch to signal the scene was over, and still smiling, he walked out, closing the door behind him.