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“You boys need something?” my buddy’s dad asked, holding up the flap to his tent as I climbed in with him. A single camping lamp burned in one corner of the tent, illuminating his muscular, hairy body.
“I’m freezing cold,” I shivered. The outside temperature had dropped to the lower forties, yet Brock was shirtless in his sleeping bag. “Aren’t you cold?”
“Nah, I never get cold,” he winked, stroking his dense forest of chest hair, seemingly for my benefit. “Not with all this man fur that I’ve got.” And then he opened his sleeping bag for me, fully naked, his massive cock ready for action. “Why don’t you climb in here with me, Parker?” he offered. “I can warm you up.”
My dad looked around to make sure nobody was coming and then bent over the car. I got my dick hard and got behind him and started to push in. We have been doing this for a while, I love the way he felt on me and he told me I helped him satisfy his desires for it. “You did so good at practice today,” he told me as I began to slide in and out of him. “Thanks Dad,” I replied, he made me so crazy when he complemented me. I wanted to make him proud. I held onto his hips and started to pound into him, I couldn’t wait to cum in him and mark him like I had done so many times. I looked down and watched my dick go in and out and wondered how I got so lucky. “Slow down buddy, it’s not a race,” my Dad told me as he reached around, grabbed grab my ass, and slowed my speed.
“Shit, that’s good,” I moaned, my face pressed up against the men’s room partition, my big cock stuffed through the glory hole. Some random dude was on the other side, inching me closer to orgasm with his talented mouth. I had never been sucked off at a glory hole, yet the encounter would prove to be a memorable one.
Moments earlier, I had been standing outside my dad’s downtown office building, waiting to meet up with him for lunch, when he texted:
“Stuck in a meeting. Will call you when I’m ready for lunch. Twenty minutes maybe.”
I texted Dad back, telling him to take his time, that I was in no hurry. Needing to take a piss before lunch, I headed down to the men’s room in the basement of his office building.
A man in a shirt and tie bumped into me, exiting the men’s room just as I was entering. His face was flushed and sweaty. “The good one is in there today,” he whispered to me, his breath hot at my ear. “He’s fucking amazing.” But I paid the guy no heed, having no clue what he meant.
The basement men’s room was small with just two toilet stalls and a urinal. An out-of-order sign was displayed above the urinal. One of the two toilet stalls looked to be occupied, so I sidled into the open one to relieve myself. Just as I pulled out my cock to piss, standing before the toilet, I noticed it—a round glory hole carved out of the thin partition between the two toilet stalls.
I had seen countless men’s room glory holes in gas stations, fast food joints, big box hardware stores, and the library at my college. Often these glory holes were unmanned, an abandoned hole with no use, dried cum streaked down the partition from former days of glory.
However, on the few occasions when there had been a dude on the other side, a random mouth offering to bring me to glory, I had chickened out. Stuffing my cock back into my pants, instead of through that hole, I had always denied myself—and the guy on the other side—a moment of glory.
Yet this particular day would be different. The truth was that I was horny as fuck, with no pussy in nearly six months. It was the longest dry spell I had ever experienced since losing my virginity to some slutty bitch at a house party, playing Seven Minutes in Heaven in a coat closet, my dick wrapped in a Trojan.
So when I stood pissing at that men’s room toilet, horny as fuck with my big cock in hand, the thought of getting sucked off was appealing. And when a thick finger suddenly emerged through the glory hole, motioning for me to stuff my junk through it, beckoning me to dump a load, my only thought was:
Why the fuck not?
I wasn’t even fully hard when I shoved my cock through that glory hole, a golden drop of piss still dangling at the tip, but the dude had me rock hard in no time. His talented mouth enveloped my big dick with a warm wetness that felt amazing—even better than pussy. Jesus, the man could suck a dick.
I pressed my body firmly against the partition, wanting to give the dude full access to my eight-incher. Wet sounds emanated from the other side as he gobbled voraciously on my dick. “Mmm yeah—suck my cock,” I instructed through the partition. “Suck my big fucking cock.”
The dude seemed charged by my verbal commands, sucking harder, pulling me deeper down his warm throat. His tongue swirled around my cock head, teasing it. His pressure was perfect, his rhythm instinctual. Uncannily, he replicated the exact tempo and pace I employed when jacking off or fucking pussy.
I could feel his lips wrapped tightly around my shaft, his head a piston, taking me in and out of his throat. The dude seemed to have no gag reflex, my cock head pounding his tonsils over and over. I had experienced my share of toothy blowjobs from girlfriends and random bitches over the years, but nothing could compare to this cocksucker’s raw talent.
“You like sucking this big dick?” I inquired rhetorically, my hips rocking with his motion, my open belt buckle clanging against the partition. “You like this big cock down your throat?”
“Mmpft, mmpft,” he affirmed, not taking my dick out of his mouth, his tongue stimulating the underside of my thick shaft as he bobbed up and down on it.
“Shit, that’s good,” I moaned, my face pressed up against the partition as he inched me closer to orgasm with his talented mouth. Christ, it felt amazing—the best blow job that I could ever imagine. Unfortunately, my swollen nuts agreed. Smashed up against the hole, my balls had started to throb, eager to bring me to glory.
“You want my load?” I demanded urgently, cum rising in my shaft, my load imminent. “You want me to shoot down your throat?”
“Mmpft, mmpft,” he replied once more, sucking harder on me, desperate for me to feed him.
“FUCK,” I grunted, my body slamming against the glory hole, my hands reaching up to grasp the top of the partition in order to stabilize myself. My load went spewing in his mouth, down his throat, as my cock pulsed over and over again, swelling to nearly the same diameter as the glory hole.
The cocksucker held still on it, allowing my balls to drain completely, before releasing me. He licked my spent cock clean, his tongue probing my cock slit, devouring every drop of cum that my balls had yielded to him.
I pulled my spent cock out of the glory hole slowly as he finally released me, weak on my legs. One last drop of my pearly load started to form at the tip. I contemplated pushing back through, feeding that last morsel to him. But before I could act, my phone sounded loudly.
Startled, I retrieved my ringing phone from my pants pocket. Dad’s name and number was flashing on the screen. Shit, I had almost forgotten my lunch plans with him. I answered my phone hurriedly, trying to catch my breath, my wet dick still swinging free from my open pants.
“Thanks for your patience, son,” Dad’s deep baritone boomed. “I’ve just finished my—uh—meeting. I’ll meet you out front of the building in a couple minutes.”
I froze in horror, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach. Dad’s voice wasn’t just coming from the phone, it was reverberating loudly from the other side of the glory hole.
Fuck.
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The lights switched on suddenly, breaking the darkness, and there he was before me—cum covering his face and dripping off his beard. How many loads had the cocksucker taken in that darkened, sordid room? Easily more than fifty. Maybe a hundred?
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