Northwest Indiana—November, 2019

I fucked ass the night I lost my virginity.  But a huge part of my early sex life, especially with my long term partner, was oral sex.  I suck cock.  I love it.  I do it well.  I have a technique that seems to coax the cum out of most men.  But there are many sessions where it doesn’t happen.

When I am expected to be in full Dom Top mode, working a man over with dick, fist and toys, I rarely even see their dicks, much less touch or suck them.  It wouldn’t feel right to either of us.  Even with a more casual fuck, sometimes it feels like the man doesn’t want to have any attention paid to his dick—he wants to do all that to me. 

So as the readers of this blog know, there are days I just go to the bookstore and become an oral cum dump to get it out of my system.  I was stressing out over a new project—in a new place, deeper in Indiana than usual—when I had an unexpected day off.  I headed to the same bookstore where I had just played with Don and Reid.

I buy my combined ticket to both the cinema and the arcade.  The cinema is empty, but there are a few booths occupied.  All the ones with gloryholes.  Four of them are paired and busy.  One occupied one has no one in the adjacent booth.  I go in.  I scroll the movies until I find a threeway.  I unbutton and get hard.  Instantly fingers come through the hole.  Not exactly what I wanted, but why not?  I stand up.  I always forget how low these holes are for a tall man.  And small.  I am a good six inches above the hole.  I try to hunker down but my knees hit the wall before my dick can go through the hole.  I hear the man sigh loudly.  His finger angrily comes through the hole again, beckoning me to stick myself through.

I sit and lean toward the hole.  “I’m too tall,” I whisper.  “Come over here.”

His only answer is to again jab his fingers through the hole and crook them towards himself.

I sit and watch my moment of porn and leave the booth.  His door is locked.  Obviously, he needs the hole to function so I move on.  I go to the cinema and stroke to a straight gangbang movie.  But no one comes in to join me.

I go back to the arcade.  The back corner booth is empty, the most secluded in the arcade.  It has a gloryhole, but I have often had success with men on my dick by leaving the door open.  I do just that.  I go back to the threeway I was watching earlier.  I hear steps and wait for my door to be pushed fully open.

But no. 

A dick like a traffic cone is in the hole.  A tiny head—but the shaft just keeps getting thicker and thicker.  The base—with lots of pubic hair showing—completely fills the hole.  I get on my knees and begin to suck.  I hear a hard intake of breath.  And a hissed “Yes…..”  I pay attention at first to just the head.  Slowly I work deeper on his cock.  I am making him drip precum like the clichéd faucet.  His breathing is becoming faster already.  The tiny head of the cone is swelling.  And leaking even more.  I mop it up with my tongue.  I make a gargling sound—letting him know how much cum and spit are in my mouth.

“You want it?” he grunts out.

I don’t answer, I just increase the suction. 

He blows—a massive, built up load.  He can’t stop cumming.  I swallow and swallow.  At one point, his fist actually hits the wall separating us.  I stay on my knees as he finally pulls out of my mouth.  He moves back to clean off his dick, before he realizes there is nothing to mop up.  Back it goes into some very white briefs.  He is younger than I expect, maybe late 30’s—and good looking in that young dad way.  I hope he’s the owner of the car I parked next to— the one with the child seat strapped in the back of the car.

I wander and jerk a little in the cinema.  Just one young Latin man joins me—one who watches the movie avidly, but won’t get his dick out or even look at me.

I go back to the arcade.  I pick the only open booth with a glory hole.  A dick is in the hole before I sit down.  So I just go to my knees.  It’s a good seven incher and nicely thick—thick enough to comment on it, but not so thick I can’t deep throat it.  I do.  Again and again.

I hear a sigh of contentment.  He begins fucking my face through the hole.  I just stay still and let him do the work.  Suddenly he pulls out of my mouth.  Fuck, I don’t want him to waste the load on the floor.  But he shoves his naked ass against the hole.  My tongue pokes into it.  I can hear him jerking as I do it.

“Fuck me!” 

I want to, but I know I will have the same space/leg issue.  I keep eating until he pulls away.  I tell him I’m too tall.  “Movie room,” he hisses.

I get there first.  There is only the Latino, still kneading his crotch through his pants.  My man comes in, and damn me if it’s not the married guy I fucked with Don.  (Link is here.)  I think he’s surprised, too.  He instantly gets his dick out and I go to my knees.  Finally the Latino has something live to watch.  And he does—eyes riveted to us.  He never gets out his cock, for he seems fascinated and frightened in pretty equal measures.

I use every trick I can on the married guy.  I eat his ass again with him holding on to the low wall for support.  I am happy to fuck him, but just as he is sensing I am about to get up, he turn to feed me his dick again.  He also grabs my left hand and pulls it up.  He bends and sucks my middle finger.  He positions me at his hole...

The rest of the story is at my official blog:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/12/cocksucker-at-glory-hole.html