Glory Holes

As we walked through the town, I half listened to my wife going on about the dress she had seen and how she thought it would be great for some wedding we were going to next month. I wasn't sure why she bothered taking me on these shopping trips, as I would agree with her choices, whatever she brought, mainly because I wasn't stupid enough to disagree with her.

We have been married for 30 years, last November and I have done OK in life, I guess. We have two kids, a boy and a girl, both safely packed off to university. Our house is in a respectable neighbourhood with virtually no mortgage, and my job as a civil servant with the local council pays well and is pretty secure. We are both in our late-fifties, reasonably healthy, and I would say financially secure both now and in the future. The only thing missing in my life is sex, in particular sucking cock. That's me wanting to do the sucking, not the wife Susan, she didn't suck cock even when we had sex life, something that dried up over 10 years ago.

I asked her a few times, but her reply was always the same, "Geoffrey," she normally calls me Geoff unless she is about to chastise me, "I will not suck your... thing, you pee out of it." She had the same view about me engaging in oral sex on her. I once, and only once, raised the subject of anal sex. After she called me a dirty filthy perverted animal, then refused to sleep in the same bed as me for a week.

As we walked from the car park to the new shopping centre, I saw the old public brick-built toilets that were going to be closed in a few months, pending demolition. The sight of them brought back memories of my university days although it was 35 years since I had even looked at a cock, let alone sucked one. The first time I had it was in a set of public toilets very similar, but a couple of hundred miles away where I went to university.

Now I wouldn't say I was effeminate in any way, far from it, but there is something about gay men that allows them to pigeonhole you in an instant. The first time I realised this was when I was 19 and standing in a public urinal relieving myself.

I had been out drinking all afternoon with a few friends from university and not long after leaving the pub I realised I needed a piss. Looking round for a suitable spot I was relieved to see an old-fashioned brick-built toilet block that was open. With relief I rushed in and started to relieve my bladder of a considerable volume of beer, letting out a relieved sigh at the same time.

"Sounds like you need that," laughed a nearby voice.

Standing next to me with his cock in his hand was a mature man of around 50. He looked perfectly respectable though if anything he looked like he cared for his appearance perhaps a little more than many others. He looked me up and down as if I were a horse he was appraising for purchase and considering my worth. Then he stepped back and stroked his neat beard in thought, his other hand still working his cock that was now semi-hard.

"Hmmm, let me see. I am guessing a bottom, eager to suck cock... Am I right?"

I didn't say anything but glanced at the door nervously, my eyes glued to his cock that was growing and growing. He must have taken my lack of movement as reluctance.

I had never thought of myself as gay, curious perhaps, but then again, many are. I had always dated girls but in the back of my mind there was always that nagging curiosity about what it would be like to suck a cock. I never acted on those thoughts but being a little drunk I could feel my inhibitions slipping away.

I had watched gay porn before in secret, not that interested in penetration sex but when it came to sucking it was an instant turn on. I encouraged every girlfriend to suck me, some agreed with more enthusiasm than others. The more I enjoyed having my cock sucked the more I wondered how would feel to suck cock myself. I even tried eating my own cum but I knew it wouldn't be the same as having a man pump his cum down my throat. Then he spoke and his words tipped my decision.

"If you want to earn yourself £20, come to the cubicle... now."

I was just a hard-up student who was trying to make ends meet, and suddenly, here was the chance to earn £20 for doing something I had thought about all my life.

Once inside the cubicle, he instructed me to drop my jeans and sit like I was using the toilet. He had with him a large paper carrier bag, which he placed between my legs before stepping into it. I didn't so much suck his cock as he simply grabbed my head and started to face fuck me. The fact that I started to cough and gag didn't deter him; in fact, if anything, it seemed to spur him on.

Within a few minutes he started to make noises that I knew meant he was cumming. He gripped my head tightly for a moment and I prepared myself for the spurt of cum down my throat but to my surprise at the last moment he pulled out of my mouth. Grabbing his own cock in his hand he worked it quickly sending jets of cum into my face. When he had finished, he pushed his cock into my mouth and instinctively I sucked tasting the last of his seed.

Without a word he handed me a £20 note before tucking his cock into his trousers and opening the cubicle door leaving me sitting with my jeans round my ankles and a face covered in seed.

My head was spinning as I tried to encompass what had just happened. Running my tongue over my lips I could taste the saltiness of his seed. If there was any disappointment in the act it was that I hadn't felt him actually spurt into my mouth and throat, something I wanted to experience.

"Looks like you have been having fun," laughed a man standing in the open doorway as I went to wipe the cum away. In panic I started to get up, but he swiftly stepped inside the cubicle, shutting the door behind himself. He didn't ask, but then again, I think he knew he didn't have to. Unzipping himself he freed his semi-hard cock, and I leant forward and sucked him into my mouth.

Then breaking from my sucking, I took a big gulp of air to give me confidence, "Twenty quid."

He hesitated for a moment then replied, "For twenty pounds I get to cum in your mouth and you swallow it."

Hell, I was going to swallow anyway so wiggling my fingers for payment I started sucking his cock as he thrust the note into my hand.

I gagged a couple of times as he thrust into my mouth, but I learnt quickly to control my gag reflex. He put his hand on my head and encouraged me to suck until with a loud groan he gripped my head tightly and spurted his seed into my mouth.

I wanted to cough and pull away as it hit my throat, but I couldn't move my head so instead I swallowed. As I swallowed, I sucked and as I sucked, he spurted more. I couldn't believe the amount of cum he deposited in my belly and even when he removed his hand to free my head I continued to suck deeply.

When I was satisfied that I had fully drained his balls I released his cock and as he tucked himself away, he laughed, "You are a natural cock sucker... and a damn good one."

*****

It seemed to be an easy way of earning cash and satisfying my thirst for seed. I started going to the toilet block on a regular basis and after some trial and error I worked out when the peak times were. I even started getting a few regulars, though I never saw the guy who came all over my face again, but would regularly swallow a couple of loads before going to the pub. Had other offers to go further but never did as I was happy with a belly full of cum and cash in my pocket.

I often wondered if I should have gone further, something I started to regret in later life. Once I graduated from university, I put my cock sucking days behind me, met my wife and became your stereotypical straight guy.

I wasn't sure why, but turning to my wife, I put my hand on my belly, "Need the loo love, have to go."

"Can't you wait? They don't look that nice."

My wife was already talking to my back as I entered the toilets, but to my disappointment, I was the only one there. Going into the middle cubicle, I sat on the pot, wondering if perhaps it was all just an empty dream of memories of my youth. Then I heard the door open to the cubicle on my left, and looking in that direction, I realised there was a large hole in the wall. Sticking through the hole was a cock that was a respectable size and dripping pre-cum. I was stunned, like a rabbit in the headlights of an oncoming car.

I stared at it, memories of my student days flooding back. The cock was uncut although the head was starting to emerge as it strained forward. I was circumcised as a baby, so uncut cocks were a source of fascination to me. In what was almost like an out of body experience I reached out and caressed the cock poking through the glory hole. I felt it twitch in my hand as I slowly peeled the foreskin back to reveal its full glory. The experience of having a cock in my hand for the first time in 35 years sent tingles through me and leaning forward on the seat I sucked this strange cock into my mouth.

I could hear muffled noises as I worked my head back and forward, taking care not to hurt my face on the cubicle wall. I had my hand round the base and when he started to cum, I felt him try to pull back. I gripped his cock firmly so he couldn't move without hurting himself and milked his balls dry. Finally, I released him, and he withdrew, muttering thanks.

I sat on the pot, my head spinning as what I had just done hit me, and I could taste the saltiness of his sperm in my mouth. The cock had vanished, so I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and then ran them under the tap. There were no paper towels, so I was shaking them dry as I rejoined my wife, who was looking most unhappy.

"You took your time."

I mumbled an apology and followed her towards the shops. As we walked my wife was talking about something but all I could think about was the cock pulsing as it filled my belly with cream.

It was like I had rediscovered my youth, and a few days later, I was back at the toilets sitting in the middle cubicle waiting for something to happen. A finger poked through the hole like it was checking then it withdrew, and a cock appeared. This was cut and looked thicker that the one a few days ago but it was still a cock. Bending my head I sucked with enthusiasm until I felt it ripple in my mouth and weak jets of cum spurted into my mouth.

I had hardly swallowed that load when a cock appeared in the hole on my other side and giving it a few strokes I set about sucking that one. It didn't take long before I was rewarded with a much more substantial mouthful that I only just managed to swallow.

Another cock appeared from the left-hand cubicle and I paused for a moment to study it. I was pretty certain it was the cock that I had sucked a few days before, I would know once I tasted his cum. As I took him into my mouth I heard a muffled voice whisper, "Damn you are good, just like before."

His praise made me feel good all over and I was even more enthusiastic in my sucking. This time, when he came, he didn't try to pull back; in fact, if anything, he seemed to thrust through the glory hole more.

I sat there for a moment, licking my lips, having swallowed three loads already and loving every moment. I was debating whether I should leave when a new cock appeared, but this had a condom on it, something I wasn't going to suck.

"I want to fuck you," a gruff voice said from the cubicle.

I had seen videos of people fucking through glory holes, but I wasn't ready for that. I was still a virgin as although I had sucked more cocks than I could remember I had never been penetrated. It wasn't that I was averse to the idea; it was just simply the time had never been right. Somehow, through a hole in the wall in a public toilet didn't seem right either. I didn't respond but simply unlocked the cubicle and left before whoever was ever in the right-hand cubicle could react.

Unlike when I was young, I didn't need the money, so I was sucking cocks for fun. Had I been charging the same £20 a go from my student days, I would have made myself rich, as it was, I just got a bellyful of sperm a couple of times a week.

The man with the wonderful foreskin became a regular. I am not sure if he waited for me, but I never saw him enter or leave but on taking my place his was always the first or second cock offered for sucking.

He hardly ever spoke more than simply to say, 'thank you', and I started fantasising about him. When I sucked his cock, I would often wank myself as I sucked. I don't know how he knew but one day after he had filled my mouth nicely, he said softly, "Give me your cock."

It had been so long since I had my cock sucked, I had almost forgotten what it felt like.

Pushing my cock through the hole I waited nervously fearing irrationality that it would be chopped off. Instead, what I felt was the most wonderful feeling of my cock being enveloped in a warm wet mouth. The suction was like making love to a pussy but without the need to move my hips. I was pressed against the wall as the suction became stronger, and I could feel my orgasm building.

"Fuck I am cumming," I groaned, and the mouth simply sucked faster as I would to him if I had heard those words. My toes curled and I dug my nails into the Formica covered wall as my cock literally exploded with seed. I could feel my balls throbbing as I poured my cum down his throat.

After he had finished, I withdrew my cock and slumped on the toilet seat, my trousers by my ankles. A scrap of paper appeared through the hole, and on it was a number and the name 'Bernie.' Before I could react, I heard the cubicle unlock, and he was gone.

In a daze, I walked back to my car, Bernie's paper burning a hole in my pocket. I left it a day before I plucked up the courage to even look at the number scrawled on the note. My head was spinning.

... Was it a real number?

... If it was real, how do you start the conversation?

... How would it sound if I said, "Hello, is that Bernie? I sucked your cock a couple of times in the public toilets and the other day you sucked mine and I was thinking..."

I stopped as it sounded stupid; I just had to think of something else. Folding the paper, I tucked it in my wallet to wait another day.

In fact, it was a week before I did anything; I even stopped going to the public toilets and the glory holes. I finally formulated a plan and, making an excuse, I told my wife that I needed a new pair of shoes. I then listened as she told me she was far too busy to go shopping and that I should have thought about it when we went shopping before. In the end, she huffily advised me that I would have to go on my own, which is what I wanted.

When I got to the car park, I glanced at my watch before sending a text to Bernie that simply read, "I will be there in an hour."

I worked on the theory that if the number was false, I could say I was texting a friend as I was going shopping. If it were real, then I would have time to buy some shoes and call into the public toilets on the way back.

I expected nothing, or maybe a text back, but to my surprise, the phone rang, and I answered it without speaking. The voice that spoke sounded friendly, and I knew at once it was him.

"Hi, is your wife there?"

It was decision time, and taking a deep breath, I replied, "No, I am on my own, who is speaking please?"

There was a chuckle down the phone, "You can call me Bernie and have to say you suck cock very well. I can't make it today, but why don't we meet up for a drink or a coffee?"

I hesitated for a moment, then, taking the plunge, I replied, "Sure, where do you suggest?"

"How about my house, tomorrow afternoon?"

I was in shock...

... Was this man inviting me round to his house?

... Was it safe?

... What would happen?

... What did I want to happen?

Before I could formulate a reply, he went on, "I will text you, my address. Tell your wife you're thinking of buying some garden tools from me that you have seen for sale. Be here at four."

I stared at the phone, my heart beating like a drum, when it pinged with his address and some pictures of garden tools.

I realised I had better buy some shoes or face my wife's nagging. As I walked to the shops, I passed the toilets and felt my cock twitch and paused, debating whether to go in. Deciding I might treat myself to a nice bellyful on the way back, I flew to the shoe shop and bought a pair of plain black brogues like I always wore. I knew she would criticise me for being boring, but I didn't really care; my mind was on my meeting tomorrow.

When I walked back to the car, there was a policeman standing outside the toilets. I was curious and concerned all at the same time so approaching him I said, "Excuse me, officer, but are the facilities open, please?"

The policeman looked at me, and I could see he was assessing me. I guess that based on how I was dressed he put me in the category of a respectable citizen.

"I'm sorry, sir, but these facilities are closed due to an earlier... erm... incident."

"Oh no, I do hope no one was injured," I said, trying to keep my voice level and not empty the contents of my stomach onto his shiny boots.

"Not that sort of incident, Sir."

I could see he was uncomfortable, so I adopted what I hoped was a face that showed an innocent lack of understanding. He looked around to ensure he couldn't be overheard. "A case of public indecency, most likely both will simply get a caution, but this place will more than likely be closed permanently now until it is demolished."

I tried to adopt a demeanour of shock and disapproval, but all I could hear was my brain screaming at me, "That could have been you."

My heart was in my mouth, and it took all my willpower not to be physically sick as I gave a cheery wave, "Looks like I will have to hold on until I get home."

A few minutes later, I sat in my car, still shaking and debated calling Bernie and cancelling the meeting, but the desire was too strong. I knew that those glory holes were closed to me now, but I had got the taste for cock back and that alone drove me on.

The next day I explained to my wife that I had seen a great bargain in second hand garden tools. At the point I mentioned tools she switched off as her interest in the garden was limited to ensuring the flowers were perfect, anything that involved manual labour was of no interest to her.

I got to Bernie's house a little early and drove past a couple of times to make sure it all looked OK. Heaven knows what I was looking for, but it made me feel better that it was a perfectly respectable semi-detached house in a nice street. I parked around the corner, then walked back before ringing the doorbell ready to run if things looked bad.

The door opened and I looked at the man who answered, finally being able to put a face to the cock. He was probably ten years younger than me and in much better condition, a fact confirmed as I could see his body as he was wearing a short cotton robe and a pair of striped boxers. The robe was open, and the boxers weren't loose ones which meant I could see the outline of his wonderful cock quite clearly.

"Bernie?" I blurted out, ready to run.

"Wow, what a coincidence, that's my name as well," he said before bursting into laughter.

"Geoff," I said once it dawned on me, I hadn't told him my name.

"Guessed it was you with the blue Toyota, either that or I was being cased for a drive-by shooting." He must have seen the nerves on my face as he opened the door wide, "Come on in, this cock isn't going to suck itself."

I followed him into the house, which was immaculate and very tastefully furnished. He made a pot of tea, and we sat in the kitchen diner and chatted like we were two old friends discussing the football or the forthcoming local election. But instead of sport or politics, the subject was sex, in particular gay sex.

I learnt he was gay and currently unattached, a situation he was very happy with. Sexually, he was versatile but with a strong leaning towards topping but had bottomed on the odd occasion. Some of the expressions he used were new to me, but every time I asked a question, he carefully explained the positions. I told him about my sexless marriage and my previous history with sucking cocks but had never gone further.

"Do you want to go further?" he asked gently.

I thought about for a while. I loved sucking cock but over the past few weeks I had been wondering about what I had missed out on over the years. I had even used a small deodorant bottle in my ass but stopped as was scared it might get lost.

Looking Bernie full in the face I could read in his eyes he would be gentle with me and reaching out I held his hand as I whispered, "Yes I want to be fucked."

"That makes my cock twitch at the thought of deflowering a virgin," Bernie said as he stood, letting his robe fall open. His cock was straining against the material of his boxers, and I could see the small wet patch showing he was leaking pre-cum.

"I'm not really that much of a catch," I laughed trying to suck in my belly.

"Don't fool yourself, you are a very sexy man... and I mean man, not like the boys."

As he said that, he stepped forward and kissed me, which gave me a bit of a shock. He must have taken my surprise as rejection as he quickly stepped back, "I am so sorry, Geoff, I should have asked," he stuttered, "a lot of straight guys don't kiss."

I looked at him and then smiled, "Don't be silly, I sucked your cock, why shouldn't I want to kiss you?"

Before he could respond, I stepped close and kissed him hard on the mouth, our lips parting and our tongues entwining. It is so different kissing a man than a woman, their face is coarser, not soft to the touch. Not that I had kissed another human being with that much passion for a long time.

I could feel his hands roaming over my body, and I responded, caressing his skin in the same way he touched mine. I broke our kiss and went to kneel to suck his rock-hard cock but he stopped me,

"Don't. I am scared if you suck me, I may spill my load and I want that to be inside you... If you feel the same?"

I hadn't felt this aroused for such a long time and keeping a firm grip on his cock I whispered, "Will you be gentle with me as it's my first time."

He smiled and, taking my hand, like two teenagers, we climbed the stairs to his bedroom where we both stripped. He was much quicker, and I was conscious of his eyes devouring my body as he watched me strip. Then, taking me by the hand, he led me to the bathroom.

Getting ready for anal sex is something I had never really thought about as all my gay sex up until that point had been purely oral. Bernie led me into the large walk-in shower and helped me get fully ready for him with the shower hose. Once he was satisfied, I was clean, he towelled me gently before leading the pair of us back to the bedroom, still slightly damp.

I didn't really know what to do, but Bernie lay me on my back and positioned himself above me, looking down into my eyes.

"Just relax, Geoff. If anything hurts, just say so, OK?" I nodded nervously as he went on, "We can go bare or use a condom, the choice is yours."

I thought about the pros and cons, and everything I had read said we should use a condom, but there was a little bit inside me that didn't want that, especially for the first time. Looking up at him, I said, "What would you prefer?"

He smiled, "I like to breed a bottom and fill him full of my seed."

There was something in the way he said it that sent shivers down my spine, and I knew my answer despite the risks.

"I want you to breed me."

He lifted my legs up high and then bent them towards my chest, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. I felt his breath on my ass and then his tongue started to probe at my anal ring. I had read about rimming and had seen it in porn clips but had never experienced it. As his tongue probed and prodded, I couldn't stop the moans and groans of pure pleasure coming from my mouth.

His finger slipping in felt like a natural progression, and to my surprise, there was little or no pain as he gently worked his finger in and out. He kept stopping to apply more gel and reassure me I was doing well.

"How does it feel?"

"Oh Bernie, it feels so good," I groaned in pleasure.

"Good man, I have two fingers in you, and I think you are about ready."

I hadn't even felt him slip an extra finger in, and as he moved between my thighs, I felt empty as they slid out. He put my ankles on his shoulders before squirting more gel on his cock. Then I felt the pressure as the head pressed against my ring before popping inside.

"Fucking hell."

I couldn't stop the exclamation as I felt my ass being opened.

He paused and looked down into my eyes, his hand working my hard cock gently, "Just relax... breathe."

As I relaxed, I felt him slip deeper inside me until finally he declared, "There you go... balls deep, well done."

The pain had subsided, and he started to move his hips slowly back and forward, letting his cock slide in and out of my bowels. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to be fucked and my instant regret was that I hadn't started doing this earlier. His strokes were relentless, and I could feel something being touched inside that was sending wonderful sensations through me.

"I think I am going to cum," I moaned.

"That's good Geoff," Bernie groaned slowing his strokes slightly and grabbed my cock.

He worked it in time with his strokes into my open ass and then suddenly with a loud yell I spurted into the air as he milked my cock. Once the ropes of cum that splashed my belly and chest had ceased, he grabbed my ankles and began power fucking me making my deflating cock wiggle and spray the last of my seed.

I looked into Bernie's face and could see he was about to cum, so pulling him close I kissed him deeply as he groaned and pumped his load deep into my ass.

He collapsed on top of me, and I could feel his heart beating wildly as his cock slowly slipped from my battered ass.

"How soon can you fuck me again?" I asked.

He laughed, "Seems like you are going to become a hungry cock hound. Why don't you help me get hard again."

As he lay on his back I knelt on all fours and started to slowly suck his cock using all the skills I had developed and was delighted when he started to swell in my mouth. As I ran my mouth over his hardness somewhere in the back of my head it occurred to me I had just done ass to mouth but to be honest I didn't care. All I wanted to do was get him hard to be fucked again.

"This time I want to fuck you," he growled as he moved me into position, my ass pointing towards him.

I yelled in joy as he pushed his cock into my cream filled ass, pushing home in one steady thrust.

"Fuck yourself on my cock," he commanded and eager to please I started rocking against his cock.

"Squeeze with your ass."

Gripping with my inner muscles he took over the pace of the movement and began to fuck me harder and harder, his body slapping against mine.

"Are you my married slut now?" he grunted.

"Yes."

"Is your man cunt mine to breed?"

It seemed weird yet normal to call my ass a man cunt but in head that was what it had become.

"Tell me what you want."

My head was spinning, my brain on fire as I screamed, "Breed my slutty man cunt... PLEASE."

He didn't respond but drove in with a series of groans and grunts as I felt him pump his seed deep inside. Having spent his load he collapsed onto my back, and I knew that this was something I wanted to repeat as often as I could.

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edited by RFFAST