Stories : Absolution At The Gloryhole
Just as it should be there was nothing but a couple of old white men who perked up when they saw me enter the dark video booth area. I immediately turned on my heel and was preparing to leave the sex store and try another location. There are four such stores within less than a mile radius for me to pick from. I’ve hit them all many times. I never know which place holds my envisioned fantasy until it smacks me in the face.
Wait a minute. I hear the door open and see just what I want. I’ll call him Tavis. He has that squared jaw and serious investigative look like Tavis Smiley. He’s wearing a grey pinstripe suit, walking with sure intent for sexual release. He passed by me and our eyes met with that secret code. It was all I could do not to stare at his pleated pants. That’s gotta be Mr. Smiley and he’s carrying his big mic in his pants. I’m fuckin ready to give him an interview.
After scoping out the booths like a secret service man, he walked past me and left the store. Maybe I’m just tired. But, I guess I read that one wrong. It happens sometimes even when you’re at the top of your game. I go over to look at the latest video offerings and feel the cold air from outside as the door swings open. My eyes turn and see a cool brother with dreads falling out from under a slightly turned lid. It’s not my Tavis, but damn I hope he’s ready to bestow some sexual healing. He’s taller about six feet four, I’m guessing, with an air of youthful innocence. He’s not at all clockable mind you. I like a real man versus a feminine wannabe. Moving rhythmically in his burgundy Tims and black faded jeans, he passes by and sort of bumps into me with that glint in his eyes.
“Yo, sorry man,” he grunted.
“It’s awight,” I said.
Nice voice, too. There’s nothing worse than a hot, masculine bro who sounds like a sissy. I turn to follow him into the booth area and hear the door open again. It’s my Tavis man coming back. My creation is much better than I had energy to fulfill. I walk past both of them and enter a private area with two booths. I do my usual laid back, one foot on the wall stance while I try and read how this is goin down. Sometimes, I’ve used that area to give head to two dudes without having to go into a booth and have a wall between us. It can only happen if both are game and one watches out while the other gets his pleasure. I’ve been kicked out of this place before trying to pull off a double dip in public view.
They both follow me back there but Tavis seems nervous and communicates that to the younger guy with a serious glance. If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think they knew each other. Could it be that Mr. Tavis is there to facilitate this sexual activity for the good looking young man? My fantasy world is really spinning out of control. I can get crazy with this world of anonymous sex. Already I’m thinking bodyguard for an NBA star. But, I’m an avid basketball hound and the kid doesn’t look like anyone I’ve seen college or professional.
I stand observing patiently when the star grabs his crotch and lets me know he’s carrying a nice package. I wanted to say to the light skinned brother you had me from the first bump, but I just smiled devilishly in return. His face is perfectly masculine with a slim nose and eyes the shade of golden brown. I like his confident swagger. It’s not a pimp walk, but a strong pace with a beat. I bet he has very full thighs and a nice rounded bootie under those Sean Johns. He moves closer to me and reaches out to grab my full ass.
Mr. Tavis steps between us and motions for me to move around the corner to an open booth. He’s not letting anything happen in this public zone and he’s determined to stay in control. His suit jacket has become unbuttoned for easy manipulation of his member, but I’m always careful to watch out for the unexpected grab of some other type of piece. I’m here to be beat down by two big dicks not pistol whipped by a glock.
I enter the single booth and lock the door. I place a five spot in the video machine and ready myself to be absolved. Mr. Tavis enters the booth adjacent and pulls out a handkerchief and small bottle of antibacterial soap. He thoroughly cleans the glory hole of any remnants of sinful pleasure. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this before. Most horny men will stick their dicks just about any place to get a nut. I’m on my knees and ready for him when he leaves the booth.
There’s a moment when I hear a bit of arguing between the star and his protector. I can’t decipher what’s being said but I feel the young man wanted more interaction without a barrier. Apparently, he concedes and enters the booth readied for his pleasure. It’s my duty to bring intimacy and soulful connection through a hole in the wall. I’m very good at what I do, after lots of practice.
He loosens his large, studded belt buckle and his jeans fall to the floor. This glory hole is large enough for me to get my hand through, so I reach out and touch his cotton boxers. I reach down as far as I can and caress his smooth thigh. Just as I thought, a very well toned leg that is turning me on. It’s very important to communicate that it’s not all about the dick even though that is the ultimate prize. His hand grabs mine and he bends down to let me feel his face. This is one sexy brother who knows what he wants. I touch his brow and his dreads tickle my hand. Slowly, I caress his high cheek bones and feel a smooth face not yet battered by the harshness of this world. I’m nicely surprised when his lips engulf my index finger and begin to suck.
Fuck it! I’m thinking I’m ready to tear down this wall and passionately kiss this sensual brother. I’m sure he would return it. However, he stands and pulls his cock out of his boxers and allows me to inspect it with my hand first. Nice, thick and solid is his cut member. My mouth begins to water and I’m ready to have him fuck my face with his ten or so inches. I pull his dick through the glory hole and see a fatty head with a large slit. I love to suck this kind of dick and tongue it fiercely around the head. I begin tasting his salty pre-cum and work my way down to the base applying suction as I go. He responds by allowing his dick to enlarge with his muscle control. I can imagine his sphincter strongly clenching. I think he’s trying to prolong his orgasm even though he’s very turned on.
Suddenly, he pulls his cock back to his side and wipes off a lot of pre-cum on his middle finger. He sticks his finger through and offers me a sample of what’s to come. I suck on his long finger as if it were his dick; cleaning off that salty, clear fluid. He bends down and whispers to me through the glory hole.
“Shit boi you good. Now, let me see your ass,” he demands.
Without a word, I drop my jeans and boxers and bend over as close as I can get to the glory hole. He finally gets to grab my smooth ass and caresses it with his fingers. This star knows what to do, at least for me. I have very sensitive skin on my ass and lightly running your fingers over it drives me wild. This innocent kid has technique and knows how to use it. He pulls my ass tight against the glory hole and starts to put his tongue against my soft skin. Struggling with the barrier between us, he sticks his tongue as far as it will go between my cheeks. Unfortunately, he cannot reach the target, so it’s my turn to thank him for his efforts. I turn around and get back in the kneeling position. He bends down and asks me a hopeful question.
“Hey man, you want my pimp juice?” he whispers.
“Yeah, I like it that way. Just face fuck as long and hard as you need and when you’re ready to cum pull back, so I can suck your sweetness straight from the head,” I instructed.
“Damn! I knew you’d be a fuckin freak,” he chuckled.
That pretty dick comes through the hole and my mouth is opening wide to let it go deep. I like what he’s doing, slowly grinding the head deeper so I don’t gag. He picks up the pace and my salivary glands start to work overtime. You can hear the wet, hot slurping that is soon to get him off. He’s weakening and gives me two deep thrusts that cause me to gag. I back off this pretty dick because I want to see it cum. It’s so wet that it slides in my hand with ease. I feel his load rising through his cock as he taps on the wall. I stick out my tongue and watch as the first powerful shot unloads in my mouth. Without hesitation I clasp my mouth around the head of his dick and suck until he can take no more. He pulls out of my mouth and doesn’t move. His hard cock is starting that downward droop and I just want to suck it some more. Suddenly, it jumps and more cum dribbles out. Simultaneously, I start sucking that petty dick again as he taps the wall.
Shit that was hot! I almost came without touching my own dick. And I’m no kid. The star slowly pulls his jeans up knocking his belt buckle against the wall. I can hear his deep breathing through the glory hole. I bet he’s hot and sweaty, too. I’d love to be the one to wipe off the sweat and help him relax. But, Mr. Tavis is right on top of things.
“Hey are you alright in there? Come on out and get some air,” prods Tavis.
“Man, just slow your roll. I’m out when I’m out,” demanded the star.
I was pulling myself together and felt his hand through the glory hole. It sorta startled me and he laughed. I bent down to say something silly, but he beat me to the punch.
“Damn. I didn’t know I had it like dat. One touch and you loose your load,” he bragged.
“Naw. It’s more like I got it going on. One head job and you loose two loads,” I countered.
“Shit. I’m just getting started. Thanks for the warm-up. Man,” he smirks.
“No prob. I ‘m ready whenever you want to hook up again, but leave your Dad at home next time,” I jokingly suggested.
“Naw, you wrong on that. I should crab that ass and beat it down,” he grumbled.
I wasn’t sure if he was mad or just upset at this bizarre interaction. Top it off, it was being watched over by a hawk. Mr. Tavis was getting antsy and started to sigh heavily. It almost sounded like jealously. But, bodyguards are only there to protect and work for their star, right?
“I’m gonna find you again and it’ll be on. I gotta get outta here, though,” he said leaving the booth.
“I’ll be ready man. Peace,” I said as I gave the sign through the glory hole.
David W. Bradburn alias dwb42461