I met Jay when I was working at the golf course before my first year of college. He showed me how to drive the smaller tractors that are used to trim the rough between the trees, the bigger tractors that are used to cut the rough along the fairways. He was a short, black-haired guy same age as me, with brown eyes and nut-brown skin, a slightly sleazy, seedy side to him. I liked him from the start.
‘Hey, you ever been to a gloryhole?’ he asked me one day, as we were sitting on our tractors out behind the screen of trees on the 17th fairway, eating our lunch.
Rubin was with us, a sleek, slick-haired, quiet guy who was a friend of Jay’s, had worked at the golf course with him the year before.
‘A gloryhole!?’ I gulped, just about choking on my cheese sandwich. Jay always liked to say and do things that shocked people. It made working at the golf course almost interesting. ‘You mean, like, one of those toilet stalls where you …’ I couldn’t say it. I was shy for an 18-year-old.
‘Yeah, one of those toilet stalls where you stick your dick through the hole and some woman sucks you off on the other side.’
‘Or some guy,’ Rubin said, snickering.
‘Well, yeah, if you’re into that,’ Jay admitted. ‘But you aren’t into that, are you, Troy?’
My throat went dry. I nearly choked on my sandwich a second time, my hand shaking the bread. ‘Nah, of course not,’ I finally responded, looking at Jay’s sharp-featured, handsome face, then into Rubin’s soulful brown eyes.
‘Good,’ Jay went on. ‘Anyway, my uncle, Uncle Tony – I’ve told you about him, Rubin – he owns this sex store that sells, like, books and DVD’s and toys and dolls, and has a peepshow in the back … along with a pair of bathrooms for women and men.’ He eyed us significantly.
‘I thought you said Uncle Tony was in jail?’ Rubin interrupted the discussion.
‘Yeah, he was, but he got out, bought this store. He says bootlegging and bookmaking are a thing of the past, it’s sex that sells.’
‘It took him five-to-ten to figure that out?’ Rubin commented, taking a bite of his burrito and chewing.
‘Anyway, it’s Ladies’ Night at the store every Friday, and Uncle Tony says there’re some pretty good-looking broads who go into that women’s washroom after ten o’clock or so. And they always come out smiling and licking their lips with sweet satisfaction, if you know what I mean?’
Rubin scoffed. I stared at Jay, mesmerised.
‘You want to give it a whirl, Troy? Only …’
‘Here comes the pitch,’ Rubin cut in.
‘There’s a 20-dollar cover charge.’
I swallowed a lump of bread and cheese, dry. ‘Well, uh, what would I do … exactly?’
Jay grinned the whitest, brightest teeth I’d ever seen, blinding me further.
‘You got him hooked now, Jay,’ Rubin remarked, wiping his soft brown hands off on his lean, jeaned legs. ‘Reel him in.’
‘You pay Uncle Tony the cover charge, go to the back of the store, into the women’s washroom, the middle stall, and then stick your dick through the hole in the wall and wait and see what it picks up. Should be a hot babe sucking you senseless in seconds.’
‘The women’s washroom …’
‘Yeah, don’t go into the men’s can, whatever you do. The action is wild in there. Unless … you’re into that?’
I shook my head uncertainly, as Jay waggled his eyebrows and Rubin looked at me.
Then Jay suddenly jumped off his tractor and tackled me off mine, landing on top of me on the grass. He pumped his hips, pretending to screw me, peppering my face with his red lips, pretending to kiss me.
The guy always pulled crazy stunts like that, especially when he was trying to get you to do something you weren’t sure of, like giving him money for one of his schemes. I just couldn’t get a clear read on him; didn’t have such a good read on myself at that age, for that matter.
‘Oh, baby!’ Jay breathed in my face. ‘You want a man to suck your big, hard cock, don’t you? Maybe suck his cock, get fucked up the ass by his big, beautiful boner.’
I struggled, but he was strong for a guy his size. I could feel his soft cock pumping into my prick, feel my cock pumping up with blood under the onslaught, despite my best efforts to keep cool and keep it down. His hard body felt so hot against mine, his lips on my face so wonderful.
Before I even realised what I was doing, I went limp in his arms, accepting, welcoming his kisses and humping, moving my hips just a little to meet his cock with my surging boner. That’s when he pulled back his head and stared at me, then rolled right off of me.
‘So, are you in?’
Like he had to ask.
I breathed, ‘I’m in.’
I pushed open the black garbage bag-papered door of Tony’s Sex Shop at ten o’clock, Friday night, slipped inside the store. It was narrow and cramped, crammed with rows and rows of books and magazines and DVDs, sex toys up on the walls and display cases. Raucous moaning and groaning came from the back of the store, along with the faint smell of semen. The tiled floor was crooked and none of the spluttering florescent lights generated more than 50 watts. There wasn’t a woman, hot or otherwise, in sight.
I turned to leave.
‘Hey, stay a while!’ someone yelled.
The guy behind the long, chipped counter that ran along one wall. He was big and fat with greasy black hair and a mole on his left cheek, a dead cigar in his mouth. ‘We got something for everybody!’ He gestured me over.
I mumbled, ‘Jay, uh, mentioned something about … holes …’
‘You want the gloryholes!?’ he yelled loud enough for the neighbouring liquor store to hear. ‘You’re Jay’s friend, huh? For you, only twenty-five bucks.’
‘Twenty-five!?’ I blurted.
‘Twenty-five,’ Tony confirmed, not-so-friendly-like.
I paid him the money, headed towards the rear of the store. The moaning and groaning grew even louder, along with the scent of sperm. There were private video booths back there, along with the peepshow booths. An old guy bumped into me, and even in the darkened hallway, I recognised my former Scout leader.
I took the fork at the end of the hallway where the arrows pointed to the washrooms. The women’s room was on the right, the men’s on the left. I took a quick glance around, sucked funky air into my lungs, coughed it out, slipped into the women’s room.
It was empty. I quickly pushed into the middle stall, shut the door, shot the bolt. And instantly regretted the fact that I hadn’t taken the time to look under the other stalls for occupants.
I looked around the inside of my stall, and saw a small, padded hole in the green metal left-hand wall, waist-high. Jay hadn’t been shitting me! I licked my lips, unzipped, stuck my limp dick through the hole, knowing I had to act fast or I’d loose my nerve.
And that’s when I chided myself a second time – for not sticking my eyes into the hole first, to see what, if anything, was on the other side. The stall wall was too high to look over. But it was too late now, so I just stood there pressed against the metal, trembling, my cock hanging through the hole.
Ten seconds passed, half a minute, a minute. I didn’t hear a sound on the other side, and no one came into the washroom. I was about to pull out and zip up and get the fuck out of there before I made any more of a fool and sucker of myself … when I felt a warm, soft hand suddenly engulf my cock.
‘Oh, God!’ I yelped, jerking at the skin-on-skin touch.
Fingers lightly grasped my prick, palm glided back and forth. I surged with feeling and heat and blood, my cock leaping up into that tender, unknown hand almost fully erect in an instant.
I gripped the top of the stall wall and pressed myself full-length against the smooth metal, spearing my prick as far out as it would go out the other end, into that hand; which swirled up and down my throbbing length. My face blazed red and my body burned, my cock tingling hard and tight as my balls.
And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, it got better. When that warm, dry, gripping hand was replaced with hot, wet, gripping mouth.
‘Jesus!’ I cried, enveloped in moist, heated sensation. The mouth on the other side consumed my pulsating prick almost right down to the fuzzy balls, electrifying me body and soul.
I was locked down in that wet-hot cauldron for a solid, awesomely sensuous 30 seconds or so. And then the mouth pulled back, lips dragging along my shaft, tongue caressing the underside of my rock-hard dong. I gasped for air. And the mouth dove back down the length of my cock again, capturing me whole again; then pulling back up.
I was getting sucked, expertly, super-erotically, that mouth wet-vaccing my prick with slow, deep pulls. Then tight, quick tugs, ruthlessly hoovering me to the point of no return, and past it.
I sunk my fingernails into the metal and bleated with joy, my balls boiling out of control. Sperm blasted out of my pipe and into the sucking mouth. I should’ve yelled a better warning, I guess, but coherent words failed me, my jumping cock, the spurting semen speaking volumes.
And I do mean volumes. I came harder and longer than I’d ever come before, the utter weirdness and wantonness of it all totally blowing me away, sending me sailing to new heights of ecstasy.
I was sucked dry of every last drop. Before my prick fell limp out of the mouth and the hole, my body falling back, also limp. I leaned against the opposite wall of the stall and stared at the gaping gloryhole, hardly believing what had just happened. And then I gaped in total amazement, at what did happen.
A cock speared through the hole, seven inches out onto my side. A long, smooth, beautifully capped, tan-coloured prick. Forcing my shattered mind to piece together the fact that I’d just been sucked off by a guy!
I fell to my knees, unable to support the enormous, liberating thought for the moment. I grabbed onto the hot prick, to support myself, and stroked it. I pumped that hard, pulsating dong with my hand.
And it responded – growing longer, seizing up harder. I tugged tighter and faster, really pulling on the prick, emboldened by the feeling of power I was wielding over another man’s cock. It was me making this man hard, me responsible for the hot, pulsing beat in his handsome, cut cock.
He jumped higher in my hand, as I jacked faster and faster, my hand flying.
‘Suck it!’ someone groaned, just as a pearl of precome flowed into the gaping slit and down onto my fist.
I stopped my hand, licked the come off of it, swallowed. Then I painfully opened up my clutching fingers and pulled my hand away from the lovely cock; replaced it with my mouth.
I stuck my tongue out and swirled the wet, pink mouth-organ around the moulded hood of the cock. It twitched with delight. I rotated my tongue around and around, tasting hood. And then I opened my mouth even wider and slid my lips over the top of the puffed-up helmet.
A body banged against the wall on the other side. I sealed my lips over hood and tugged, sucking like I’d been sucked. The cock was delicious, the head soft and meaty.
I pushed forward, opening up wider, letting that prick slide into my mouth, inch by swollen inch, welcoming it. It was a heady experience, beyond my wildest dreams. In seconds I had a man’s cock filling my mouth and pressing down into my throat.
I sucked air through my nostrils, my face and body burning, my own cock gone astonishingly hard again between my legs. I consumed as much of that pipe as I could for as long as I could. Then I pulled back, pushed forward, sucking, actually sucking on a man’s cock!
He loved it, too, banging his fists on the stall wall. I bobbed my head back and forth, lips sealed tight, cheeks billowing, tongue stroking. I scraped shaft a couple of times with my teeth, but I did pretty good, enjoying every inch of it.
I planted my hands on the wall on either side of my head and sucked that cock with the eagerness and intensity of the lusty first-timer. The man groaned, pumping his cock into my sucking mouth. Until he couldn’t take any more.
Only, he didn’t come, like I had. Instead, he yelled, ‘Turn around, pull down your pants, let me fuck your ass!’
I thought I recognised the voice, and I thrilled at the knowledge; thrilled at the prospect of getting fucked in the ass!
I shoved my pants down to my ankles, and a bottle of lube sailed over the wall and bounced on the tiled floor. I picked it up, quickly rubbed my crack with some of the slippery substance. My hand shook, my entire body, as I realised this was actually happening – another man was going to stick his cock into my butt. There was no going back after this.
I gulped, and grinned. Then I shoved my greased bum against the stall wall, my cheeks splatting out on the metal, asshole in line with the gloryhole. I reached back and gripped my butt cheeks and pulled them apart, and cockhead instantly hit my exposed manhole.
‘Yes!’ I groaned, the man’s hood pushing up against my pucker, finding my soft, ultra-sensitive spot.
He shoved his cap right through, inside of me, bursting my ring and my anal cherry. I jumped, my butthole plugged. He drove his cock deep into my chute, slow and sure and wickedly sensual, filling me up, making my head spin and my body overheat. He thrust his entire long prick into me, stretching my chute and bloating my ass.
Before I could even recover, he started fucking me, pumping his cock back and forth inside of me, pistoning my chute. I dropped my hands down onto my bare knees, rocking with that cock, getting gloriously butt-fucked. He pumped faster and faster, really churning my chute, setting me on fire. I grabbed onto my own flapping hard-on and stroked in frantic rhythm to that cock in my ass.
I could hear him gasping and groaning and grunting on the other side, his body slapping against the metal, rattling the stall. I moaned in erotic reply, my anus seared beyond belief by his shunting cock, ass getting thumped.
‘Fuck, yeah!’ he suddenly bellowed, pounding into me in a frenzy. This time he was going to come, all right – right inside my butt!
My cock exploded in my fist. Just as the wall shook behind me and hot sperm spurted into my bung. I sprayed out one end, getting filled with liquid heat the other end. It went on and on, the whole room shaking with our ecstasy. Until we were finally drained.
I staggered out of the women’s room and down the hall and back into the store proper, my butt still tingling warmly. And then I was shocked to the groin all over again, when I saw Jay standing at the cash register at the front of the store talking to Tony!
‘Hey!’ he said, waving at me.
I’d been the first one out of the washroom, and if he hadn’t been on the other side of that gloryhole, then …
‘Uncle Tony says there haven’t been any broads in all night. I guess you got tired of waiting, huh?’ He slapped me on the shoulder, making no mention of a refund, of course. ‘Better luck next time.’
I grinned weakly; then broadly, when we all saw Rubin emerge from the hallway at the back, a satisfied smile on his beaming face.