I was horny and felt like writing something again. Hope you enjoy! Let me know in the comments :)
It all started after a particularly rough day at the office. I was stuck in traffic on my way home, and to make matters worse it was one of those days when I was incredibly horny for no apparent reason at all. Throughout the ride I kept stroking my semi hard cock through the fabric of my pants occasionally. As I was waiting at a red light a few blocks away from home the idea came to me that I could swing by a glory hole in the neighborhood that I knew about from my teens. I’d frequented it as a closeted bi teen, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t visit it now as a 45-year-old divorcee.
I pulled out my phone from my pocket and texted my son, Andrew, that I’d be slightly late due to the traffic and received a message a few minutes later saying he’d be late as well. I didn’t even notice the familiar way to the adult store, and before I knew it, I had parked my car in front. I walked in and the cashier greeted me.
“Anyone in the back?” I asked motioning with my head
“Yeah, two guys. Young ones, early twenties maybe.” He answered quickly “There’s a bit of a line though, they’re sharing.” He explained “You might have to wait a bit.”
“Tsk.” I sighed and debated how much time I was willing to spend here. It was my turn to make dinner, but Andy said he’d be late as well, plus my cock was already set on receiving a blowjob so… “Guess I’ll wait then.” I said and made my way to the dark room. I saw three guys in there, as I went in. One was occupying the glory hole, and the two others were making out and jerking off waiting for their turn. I debated joining them and maybe blowing a load this way, but the moans coming from the one getting blown changed my mind. He was cussing and humping the hole slamming his hips against the wall. Whoever was behind it knew what they were doing. I remembered then that the cashier said it was two guys tonight. Maybe that’s why the man was so vocal. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d had two mouths on my cock. It was probably here but before my marriage for sure, back in my youth.
Still though, there was a tinge of disappointment knowing it was two guys in there, mostly because there was a cocksucker I had lucked out on a couple of times here whose head was heavenly, and he’d always been alone.
I moved to one of the corners of the small room and took out my phone. I decided I’d let my son know I might take longer than expected, not knowing how long the three guys before me would take to finish. I sent the message just as the guy using the glory whole started blowing his load. His husky voice and breathy low moans filled the room. I heard a phone vibrate and he checked his back pocket. I chuckled. Not a good moment to answer I thought to myself. The dude kept riding the highs of his orgasm, slowly stroking his cock in and out of the willing mouth, or mouths, on the other end, and after a minute or so, he pulled out, zipped his pants up and left. There was some whispering and shuffling behind the wall as the two other guys approached the hole. One slid his cock inside and judging by his reaction a mouth was immediately on it, while his friend got behind him and slowly slid inside his hole.
“Fuck.” I whispered under my breath. The show they were putting on really got me going. I unzipped my pants and pushed them down to the middle of my thighs. Fishing my cock out of my boxers I slowly started stroking it, matching the rhythm of the top in front of me. The bottom seemed to be in heaven: his back resting against the top’s chest, as he was getting serviced from both ends, his neck gently squeezed by the strong palms of the fucker behind him as he was getting his ear nibbled on.
“Lucky son of a bitch.” I thought. “Can’t remember ever being treated this well, but hey, maybe someday, now that I am single again.”
I watched this beautiful display of lust and possibly love in front of me, barely noticing that my phone vibrated in my pants. Probably Andrew having seen my message, I thought, already pushing the distraction away and focusing again on the hot sex I was watching. It wasn’t too long before the bottom finished, almost causing me to blow as well. I let go of my cock, wanting to calm down a bit. I didn’t come here to masturbate after all. Not bothering to pull my pants up, I took my phone again. I saw Andrew’s reply, saying he’s hanging out with Seth, a buddy of his. Looking up again, I saw the top was now using the glory hole, while his bottom was rimming him.
“No worries, thinking of making chicken thighs with mushrooms and cream once I’m home. Does that sound good?” I replied and put my phone away. There was a vibration again. The guys didn’t react, so I guess the boys in the back were busy in more ways than one. I wondered if they were inviting guys to come us the hole on some app the youth today used.
The second guy finished soon after that, and it was finally my turn. The few steps between me and the wall were enough to get me from a semi to being rock hard again. I slid my cock and balls through the opening and after a brief moment of inaudible whispering, I felt the comforting wetness of a warm mouth envelop me. I let a deep breath out as the cocksucker slowly took me to the root, coating me in slick saliva. He bobbed his head up and down my length slowly and meticulously. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, but I didn’t care for my son’s reply right now. Before I knew it, I felt a second mouth on my balls. As one boy deepthroated me with great care, the other took my balls in his mouth one by one and gently massaged them with his tongue. I gasped, recognizing the mouth on my balls. It might sound crazy to some of you, but when you find a good mouth to use, it only takes a lick to recognize it. That was my cocksucker.
“Good boys.” I whispered, my voice trailing off into a breathy moan as the youths worked their magic on me. They both moaned in response before rotating. The second cocksucker went up and took my cock balls deep in one go. I knew what he had in store for me as he started deepthroating me with fast powerful strokes, his palm joining his mouth around my seven incher every time he went up. He was so quick and kept such a god rhythm, it made me wonder how he managed to breathe. Though I wasn’t worried enough to tell him to stop. God no.
In the meantime, his friend was taking great care of my balls. He rotated between them and sucked on them gently, never too hard, though I think he knew he wasn’t the main attraction in this arrangement.
My mind tried to picture them. Two beautiful men on their knees at my feet, pleasuring me, taking turns to hungrily swallow my cock and balls. My mind went to the guys that went before me. Fuck, it’s been so long since I last fucked someone. I imagined how nice a young, tight hole would feel around me right now. It almost made me cum, and even though that’s what I came for, I didn’t want to yet. I decided to try my luck, so I pulled out with a moan, and through gritted teeth in a low husky voice, almost a whisper I asked them:
“Can I fuck one of you?” I said, and after a brief pause added “Please.”
I heard them move around. There was some whispering, some shuffling of clothes. Just as I became worried that I scared them off, they dropped a condom through the hole.
“Smart boys.” I chuckled and bent over to pick it up. I put it on quickly, and slid my cock through the hole once again. I felt a hand stroke me gently as it coated my shaft with lube and soon enough lined it with the rim of one of the two boys. I couldn’t even tell if it was the hand of the one, I was about to fuck. I pressed myself against the wall, and let the bottom fuck himself on my cock,
He started slowly, pushing in and out, teasing his hole with my thick head while the hand kept on stroking me. I was grunting and hissing, remembering what a torture glory hole fucks were, and yet enjoying myself immensely. Granted I would have loved to see the boy’s face as I slowly impaled him, but my imagination was rich enough to provide the visuals. I imagined his tight young body, probably barely older than my son, athletic and lean, the bubble butt parting to let my cock in, and then hugging it gently whenever I would pull out. The pecs bouncing up and down as we picked up the pace. His friend, whose hand just left my shaft probably sucking him off or making out with him or maybe feeding him his cock. Maybe we were spit-roasting him right now. I started going harder and faster, listening to the sounds coming from the other side – muffled moans.
“Fuck.” I groaned; I was right. The boy was being used from both ends. My hands slammed against the wall, desperate to grip something, but there was nothing. My hips were meeting his now with powerful thrusts. The three of us were moaning in unison; deep, breathy voices, mumbling incoherently, drowned out by the sound of hot, wet skin slapping against the wooden wall.
“I’m cumming.” a faint whisper from the other side, but the boy’s hole didn’t contract, so it wasn’t him. His friend was feeding him a load.
“Fuck yeah.” I whispered back, „Feed him boy.”
I wasn’t too far behind either, and when I felt him getting tighter, and his hole started to pulse around me, I blew my load as well. I would have been a little embarrassed about how short I lasted if I wasn’t on cloud nine with how good the boy’s hole felt. I kept milking his ass while my cock slowly softened and eventually slipped out.
“That’s some fantastic boy pussy.” I said in a breathy moan as I disposed of the condom.
“Thanks.” The boy replied in a hushed voice.
I pulled my pants up, fixed my shirt and just as I was about to leave noticed a piece of paper on the floor, right below the hole. I picked it up, thinking it must have fallen out of my pockets or something and left, leaving the boys in the company of two men who I had not even noticed entering the room. I said goodbye to the cashier and headed for my car in the parking lot. As I got in, I looked at the paper only to see something written on one side:
That was a lot of fun! Maybe you’d like to do it in person sometime? Give us a call.
-S and A
And beneath that was a phone number. My son’s.
