Truck Stop Gloryhole.

Gosh, I was just so naive. It was just a quick stop to use the men's room. A row of stalls; I went into an empty one and immediately saw the holes cut out of the walls on each side. Someone had drawn arrows pointing to it. Someone had written days and times near the holes, also. I still didn't really get it.

As I sat down, I realized I could see through them. Why would someone put them there? What were they for? I started to realize that they were about the perfect height for someone to put his dick through. The perfect height for someone to suck that dick, too.

My young and horny mind raced! I admit to being curious. It was just all so unexpectedly exciting!

My pulse raced when I heard the main door open. Footsteps, matching my heart's pounding. The sound of a stall door opening right next to me! I listened intently. Every sense and every nerve felt heightened. I heard the sounds of someone rustling, maybe even a soft moan. I found myself staring at and focusing on the cut out in the wall.

I'd be lying if I said I had never thought about sucking cock. Now that desire, that urge, felt so powerful. It felt so incredibly strong. A forbidden curiousity and maybe a chance to experience it.. It just thrilled me.

I almost gasped when I saw a man's finger. Was this the sign? Is this how a gloryhole happens? Excitedly, before I had a chance to have second thoughts, I reached out and touched him.

Was that the go ahead? Was that the okay? My mind was spinning. My head was swimming. Gosh, I was so horny, now! Gosh, I was so curious, so ready. I wanted to suck cock!

Seconds seemed like minutes, as I waited to see what might happen. Was I already panting, breathing hard? Was my mouth watering? I stared at the hole, as if willing a cock to appear!

Like in a fantasy, a stiff, even beautiful cock came through the cut out! Should I pretend to act offended? No, just pure desire. Just a pure lust. Cock can look so appealing, can't it!

I leaned over and licked the underside of that gorgeous cock's head. It throbbed, it felt warm and electric and alive. It responded to my tongue, to my lips, thrilling me like nothing else! I took that stiff dick into my mouth, it made my eyes roll back! I pushed down on it, making it hit the back of my throat. How could it be this wonderful? How could it turn me on so much? Gosh, was I moaning? Was he?

His hairy balls were also through the hole. Did I want to lick them? Why was the urge so strong to suck them? It used to be such an insult to tell someone to lick your balls. As if implying that person was weak, a sissy, or gay. It was a total act of submission. So then why was it all I wanted, in that moment?

Pulled up tight to the bottom of his shaft, I licked them, I felt them. I loved it. I can't even explain it. I looked up to see clear, sticky precum forming at his tip, as his cock pulsed and throbbed in appreciation. Could I taste it? Could I lick it up? Gosh, I knew that I wanted to! I wanted to so badly! I licked his balls more, letting more leak. More of what would prove to be the sweetest taste ever.

The clear, sticky fluid began to run down his shaft. It clung to his hard, jerking shaft. My anticipation became unbearable. I ran my tongue up his cock. I licked it all up and felt intoxicated. I felt transported. My whole body seemed to tingle and become warm. My head was floating, light, dizzy. It was like an instant love, an affection. Maybe even the beginning of an obsession.

I dove my lips down his shaft. I tried desperately to force it down my throat. I gagged myself, I craned, I felt it slip past the back of my throat. It was as if I had just cummed in my pants! A long, silky orgasm. I had never felt anything like it. Sucking cock was truly nothing short of orgasmic!

His sounds, they seemed to snap me out of my other worldly pleasure. Out of my seemingly, out of body experience. I was almost mindlessly lost as I sucked his hard cock. His sounds seemed to excite me. Subconsciously, I think I knew that he must be close to cumming! I only, instinctively, mindlessly, sucked him, harder. I cupped his balls and stroked his shaft, harder. My lips around his well-defined head, I only sucked him harder.

I never thought the sounds of a man on the edge could be so thrilling. I never expected to love them, to seemingly begin to crave them. His soft grunts, his soft groans. Gosh, yes, I thought, give me your cum! Feed me your cum!

His cock pulsed. The most wonderful pulse. I could feel it on my lips. I could feel it in my mouth. His cock pulsed and released wave after wave of warm, wonderful cum. Without even thinking, I swallowed the magic fluid. I became lost in the flavor. Lost in the pleasure. I had never known anything like it. How could it make me feel so, so seemingly complete.

Dizzy, I almost lovingly kissed that dick. I wanted to thank him! I wanted to say how much I loved it. I just didn't have the words. I just wasn't brave enough. He pulled his cock and balls back through the hole and a moment later, I heard his stall door open and he left. I just sat there, spinning, lost, trying to process.

My whole world had been turned upside down in a matter of minutes. I just sat there, maybe even hoping that another cock would appear.

The end.