Glory Hole

[Catchr]

I have long considered myself (correctly or not) to be a power-bottom, or at least, an exclusive bottom who’s always horny.  I’m not a bad looking guy, at five foot eight and about a hundred and forty-five pounds.  I’m no body builder, but I’m not exactly skinny either (I just wish I had more body hair).  I’ve gotten my share of action, bit I never was able to hook up as often as I wanted to because I like to take a real pounding, but the walls of my apartment are paper thin.  Unless the other guy had his own place it usually meant getting a motel, and that could get to be expensive after a while.

Then, after several years with a local market research firm, and working my way up from interviewer to project manager, I could finally become a home-owner before I was thirty.  It was a small place, kind of a fixer-upper, but it had two floors and was in a nice quiet suburb.  All the houses in the area were practically identical except for the color.  Mine was on the edge of a cul-de-sac and was painted slate gray.

And I loved that it had the attached garage so I wouldn’t have to worry about brushing off the mid-western snow or rushing to haul my groceries through the yard in the rain.  The previous owner kept the garage meticulously neat and had added built-in cabinets to keep the usual garage clutter out of sight.  There was also a weird kind of closet that fit into the space under the stairwell on the other side of the wall inside the house (I said it was small…).  It looked as if it was a bathroom at one time, but there was no toilet there now, just some exposed pipes.

Since I’m always thinking about sex, I first thought It would be a good place to hide my porn stash and sex-toys on those times that mom stopped for a weekend visit and during the holidays.  It would have made a very small bathroom, with barely enough room for a standing shower, but it was more than big enough for my collection of DVD’s and a couple of dildos.  But then I got an even better idea.

I remembered seeing an ad online from a guy who had built a glory-hole in a side door of his house.  Men would text him that they were stopping by, or just ring his side doorbell at certain times of the day, and slip their dicks through the hole.  They’d get a quickie blow-job, he’d get his daily protein allowance, and they’d never even see each other.  I planned to do him one better.

It only took me a quick trip to the hardware store and a long afternoon to make the modifications because the door was hollow and easy to cut.  A couple of saw-horses, some thin vinyl upholstery, a few two-by-fours, para-cord, six-inch bolts, and a simple pulley-system later and I was finished.  After I tested everything out to make sure it worked, I headed online.  I ran an ad for an “insatiable power bottom” entertaining a session for the coming Saturday.  I posted a fairly recent nude selfie and said that condoms were optional, but bareback was preferred.  Replies with nude photos would get directions and details.  I hit “upload” and waited for the replies to come in.  Over the next couple of days, there were a half-dozen replies that seemed serious, with nude photos and detailed descriptions of what they wanted to do to me, so I gave them directions to my house, and told them to come through the garage entrance at seven p.m.

I had just enough time after work to shower and get everything ready.  I didn’t bother to get dressed or even dry off.  Then, after making sure that any doors leading into my house were securely locked, I set up a small table in the garage with some condoms, lube, tissues, and a couple of my dildos.  And I left a few bottles of water in a cooler nearby.  Then I opened the closet door.  I had cut a hole in the center of it, just a bit larger than my thirty-four inch waist.  Inside the closet, I had rigged up the saw-horses and planks into a short bench with the end protruding a few inches through the hole in the door.

I sat on the edge of the bench and reached through the hole for a pair of hook-and-loop wrist restraints that were dangling from two lengths of para-cord on the outside of the closet door.  I wrapped them around my ankles and stuck my feet through the hole.  Then I pulled it closed and bolted it shut from the inside.  Each length of para-cord was threaded through a small hole that I had drilled in the door near each of the top corners, and then through a pulley suspended from the ceiling just inside the doorway.

I lay back on the bench and scooted forward until I was near the edge, and the hole in the door was around my waist.  Then I pulled each cord and secured them around hooks that I had screwed into the walls at my sides within reach of each hand.  Now my legs were held up and spread, and my hole was open and exposed for my “guests” when they arrived.  All I had to do was wait.

 I put my hands behind my head-on the pillow that I had brought from my bedroom-and felt my cock swell as I thought of the guys who had sent me photos.  I hadn’t responded to everyone who had sent me a photo because some guys were into stuff I wasn’t like scat and painful stuff, and some guys were too young (I like Daddy-types), but they were still hot.  The guys I did respond to were all over forty, but other than that they had little in common aside from describing themselves as “total top” and “insatiable”.  That was all I needed.

Aside from directions and instructions to just let themselves in through the small garage door, I told them little.  I didn’t have to.  They’d all seen my photo, and all wanted a piece of me, so I just laid out what was NOT allowed, told them that condoms would be available if they wanted, but that I didn’t care either way, and that they could go as many times as they wanted until nine O’clock.

Just as I was thinking about one of the hot black Daddies who responded, I heard a knock on the garage door and my cock jumped.  The knob turned with a click, and the door creaked open a bit, and as soon as I heard a baritone voice ask, “Hello?” I knew it was one of the two.  I heard the door close, and just a couple of footstep across the floor when he said, “Ni-i-i-c-e!”  I grinned and stroked my cock a bit then, because I was sure that he was one of the black guys, but then stopped because I knew I had to be on my back for a few hours and didn’t want to cum too soon.

“This is better than I’d hoped for,” he said, and I felt his hand slide up the back of my thigh and down again.  It felt a little dry, but not too rough, and I figured he was the younger stud—just forty-two and not too muscly, but at six foot three and with eight and a half un-cut inches he was fucking hot!  I heard his belt buckle jangling, and heard him suck his finger before probing my hole with it.  I hadn’t fully lubed myself, but I rubbed a little in my rosebud just in case no one else wanted to.

I flexed my hole around his finger and clenched it, and I heard him chuckle.  “Yeah…  I love a nice tight white boy to cum in…”  Then I heard him lube his cock and press the head against my hole.  I pushed out to open for him and he chuckled again.  “Hungry pussy, ain’t ya?” and he started to push in.  Like a hot lead pipe he pushed his cock into me, not ramming it in, but not exactly slowly either.  He just pushed in steadily and forcefully, his cock muscling my flesh out of its way so that it could get into me until I felt the wiry hairs on his balls scratching my ass.

“Damn, that’s a nice pussy,” he grunted, and started to fuck.  He thrust away like a machine in a strong steady rhythm.  And from the sound of it, he hadn’t even dropped his pants.  He was just fucking me through his open fly.  That made my cock jump again.  I tried not to stroke it, I just spread my pre-cum across the head because I wanted to see how long I could hold out before I came.  And I could tell from the way the doorway was creaking that he had found the cabinet handles that I had screwed into it so that my “guests” would have a hand-hold.

Then he paused in his fucking for a moment, and when he started again he said, “Yeah, you look hot like that, boy,” and I knew that he had finally seen my note, even though it was posted, for him, closer to chest-height.  I had secured my old tablet computer in its book-style cover to the door (after clearing it of all files) next to a note that read, “If you want to have a look, open the cover.”  The video app was linked to a small web-cam that I had mounted to the ceiling looking down on me.  He had obviously opened the cover and was watching me being fucked.  “Hands behind your head, just relaxing and taking this big black cock."

I looked up into the camera and smiled.  Although I still couldn’t see him, he picked up speed a little and seemed to fuck harder.  “How long you been a cum-dump, boy?” he grunted as he thrust, and I heard him breathing heavier.

“All my life,” I said with a smile, and I felt his cock twitch.  Truth was, I took my first cock at sixteen, but I knew from that moment that I would never top again.

“Awww, yeah!” he howled, and I could picture an ear-to-ear grin on the face from his picture.  “Damn, if all you white boys don’t love takin Nigga’ cock…” and I felt his cockhead swell inside me.  His thrusts got faster and drove deeper.

“Always happy to give it up to a horny brotha,” I replied.

“Fuck yeah!  Take it, bitch!”  He slammed his cock in me to the balls and ground his hips against me as I felt his thick black load blasting into me.  He grunted and growled and the door shook as he blew volley after volley of jizz into my tight hole.  “Whooo!” he howled, and pulled out of me with a pop.  “Thanks, boy,” and he slapped my ass.

I heard him grab some tissues and clean his cock.  “Sure thing man.  Just close the cover again before you go."

He zipped his fly, and I heard the cover close again.  “Lata,” he called, and the door closed again.

[Catchr]

I winked my hole and enjoyed the squishing of his cum when I heard him talking to someone outside.  I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I recognized his voice.  Then the door opened and someone else stepped in.  He didn’t say anything, but I heard his boots step up to my door, and then silence.  He must have been reading the note.

Then I heard his zipper open, and he said, “I already seen you kid, now I just want your hole.”  I imagined he was one of the white guys—a Daddy, from the sound of his voice.  I heard him spit on his cock, and as he shoved it in, I was kind of glad that he didn’t want to use a rubber.

“Enjoy it, Daddy,” I said, and I think I felt his cock twitch a little when I called him “Daddy.”

He grabbed my ankles and started to fuck.  “Yeah…good that you know what you’re for, boy.  Nice tight, slick boy-hole.  That last guy lubed you up good for me.”

It was clear he was a talker.  Fine with me.  “Yes he did.  He left a big load in me for everyone else to use.”  His cock twitched again.

“You spread for Nigga cock a lot, boy?”

As he asked me that, I heard the garage door open, and more footsteps.  “This must be the place,” said a second voice.  “Nice setup he’s got here.”

My top was too focused to do more than glance at the new guy, if he even did that.  “I’ll spread for anyone who needs a hole to cum in,” I replied, loud enough for the new guy to hear too.  That time I was sure I felt his cock twitch.  And my own cock was leaking a puddle of pre-cum on my belly.  I scooped some up and started to jack myself.  I started to flex my hole every few thrusts and heard him grunt each time I did.

              “Damn, boy!  Got a four-day load I need to blow.  You keep that up and you’re gonna get it soon…”  His breathing was getting ragged and I could feel that he was sweating when his balls slapped against my ass.

“That’s what I’m for, Daddy,” I replied.  “I want to make sure you enjoy using me.”

That pushed him over the edge.  He slammed in to me balls-deep, and gripped my ankles so tightly that he was stopping the circulation.  I actually felt his balls pull up when he blew because the hairs scraped against my ass.  I could tell he was trembling from the force of the first few blasts, and from the sound of it he was grunting through tightly gritted teeth.  And when his cock stopped pulsing, he huffed once and pulled out, and I heard him reach over for some tissues to wipe off his cock.  Then he zipped up, and I heard him rustling the condom packets that I had separated and left on a silver (plastic and foil) tray.  “I’m taking all your rubbers and throwing ‘em out, boy,” he said.  “Nobody should have to use ‘em with you, and you know you don’t want ‘em to anyway.” “He’s all yours,” he said to the new guy, then slapped him on the shoulder and left.

The next guy had stepped up to my hole before the garage door had even closed.  His cock felt only semi-hard, and might not have slipped in as easily as it did if I hadn’t been so slick with cum.  “Glad the line was short,” he said.  “I gotta take a wicked piss.”

By the time it registered with me what he’d said, I was already feeling his hot urine stream filling me.  I was a bit in shock, and didn’t say anything.  Neither did he, except to sigh loudly and moan, “Y-e-e-e-a-a-h-h…”  Then I knew that he must be the guy I’d argued with online.  Not really argue, but we had a lengthy discussion about what I was into and what was allowed and not allowed.  Piss was never mentioned on either list.

When he was finished, he just pulled out and left without another word, leaving me to decide how I felt about piss-play.  My cock seemed to like it, at least, because it had started to swell the moment I felt his piss in me, and was harder than it had been all night.  He’d heard my conversation with the last guy about “using me” and knowing “what I’m for”.  So he used me.  Maybe he didn’t use me for sex, or to cum in, but he used me.  He needed to piss, and I was just a hole, so he used me.

[cumhole1919]

Good writing, pornographic without being a series of cliches.  And this is something I've often fantasized about.  So reading your version of how it works is great.  Oh, and one of the last times I had a cock in my mouth through a glory hole, the guy didn't get hard, he just pissed in my mouth.  It was very gratifying.

[phukhole]

Sounds like a fantastic scene!  If I had that kind of setup, I'd be hosting a couple times a week!  You're my kind of pig!

[sleazebugga]

Very hot and well written too

[daddybear]

Nice!!!

[shinelover]

Fucking hot, I definitely want to read more. Nothing better than being an anonymous hole for guys who need to unload.

[HornyForPozSeed]

i fucking love it!! hot as hell being breed by complete strangers being filled with cum and piss. being just a hole for guys to use to as they want

[bareall77]

Love it! From the set-up of the house you bought in the Midwest to the small closet you rigged as a gloryhole! What a hot set up! Don't have to worry about noises and paper thin walls now...just cock after cock after cock...

[shinelover]

This was such a hot story, but didn't even get to any bug chasing stuff before it stalled out. Would be nice to get another chapter or two.

[Guest arseontap]

Fucking hot. Would love to man a glory hole like that.

[Hellboy]

Very fucken hot.... more plz

[MaximumEffort]

I love gloryholes like this so much, the combo of anon loads with lack of control. So hot!