Oral Fixation / Gloryhole

At the tender age of 18, I found myself venturing into an establishment known for catering to adult interests.

Navigating the store, I made a few rounds, taking notice of a door that led into a dimly lit corridor, occasionally glimpsing figures moving about. As I passed the counter, the attendant inquired if I had ever visited a store of this nature before. Naturally, I confessed my unfamiliarity, sparking a brief conversation between us.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I mustered the courage to ask what lay beyond the intriguing door. The attendant revealed that the area housed video booths. Given my lack of knowledge about such setups, he kindly offered to provide an explanation. Then came the question: did I want to take a look? Without hesitation, I nodded in agreement. I cautiously meandered through the store once more, stealing a final glance at the counter attendant before tentatively crossing the threshold, swallowed by the encompassing darkness. He nodded and flashed a reassuring smile as I disappeared into the unknown.

Inside, I discovered a series of rows, each lined with doors. Some rooms remained shrouded in darkness, while the distant hum of a film projector emanated from behind others. Rather than switching between movies, each booth housed a distinct film loop, prompting patrons to move from one enclosure to another for a fresh viewing experience. Sound, save for the projector's mechanical whir, was notably absent in most booths. Entering one of these spaces, I closed the door, yet failed to locate any latch if it existed. The interior proved dimly illuminated, with a solitary red light casting an eerie glow.

I eventually found the slot to insert the token and was rewarded by a movie showing a man and a woman engaging in sex. Of course, having only seen a few pictures, mostly from other guys in school, seeing actual moving images was pretty exciting and, despite my nervousness, my cock got very hard. I started rubbing it through my jeans – and then the time expired and the movie ended. I decided to try my luck in another booth, so I moved on. I did this same thing in a couple of other booths, my cock staying hard the whole time.

The movie had just started when someone else entered the booth I was in. When he came in, I didn't say anything. I didn't really get a good look at him, but in the semi-darkness, he looked like he was maybe in his mid-30's, well dressed and of medium build. He stood behind me and watched the movie over my right shoulder, close, but not touching me.

As the movie ended, I started to move, but he said, "Wait, I'll put another token in." I said okay and he put one hand on my shoulder as he reached out and put a token in the machine with his other hand. When the movie started again, he didn't remove his hand from my shoulder and I felt him move just slightly closer. I could feel his chest just barely touching my back and he placed his other hand lightly on my hip. This made me very nervous, but still I couldn't move..

His head was right next to mine and I could feel and hear him breathing. And then, suddenly, I thought I felt something brush against my hard cock through my jeans. The touch was so light I wasn't sure until I felt it again. It was his fingers ever so lightly rubbing up and down the length of my hard cock through my jeans. He pressed his hand a little more firmly against my cock and my hips bucked back against him. He held his hand over my cock and pressed forward with his hips against my butt and I could feel his erection against my ass. Slowly, he unfastened my belt and unzipped my jeans, peeling them open and exposing my underwear.

I was so excited that just as I felt his fingers touch my cock through my underwear, I knew I was going to cum. I moaned loudly as I came and he pressed his hand tightly over my cock, rubbing and squeezing it as cum filled my underwear. Even though I had messed around with girls a few times before, it never got very serious (certainly not this serious!) and this was the first time I had ever cum by someone's hand other than my own. The feeling was overwhelming. 

I could see the eye of the man on the other side of the wall as he watched everything that was going on. Then I saw the tip of his finger move into the hole, entering our booth, like he was pointing at my cock. Slowly, my new friend started pressing me forward, moving me closer and closer to the hole. I resisted, asking him what he was doing. He said that the guy in the next booth wanted to touch my cock too.

I asked him how he knew that. He said that when the other guy put his finger through the Gloryhole that was a signal that he wanted me to put my cock through the hole so he could play with it. Hesitantly, I said okay. He said we would only move close enough to the hole that the guy could touch my cock by reaching his fingers through the hole and if I didn't like it, we could move back. I nodded okay.

He put both of his hands on my hips and slowly pressed me forward until the head of my cock was less than an inch away from the hole. Slowly, the finger of the guy in the next booth moved through the hole and touched the head of my cock, sliding around through the slippery pre-cum. That finger was soon joined by another and he moved both fingers around the head of my cock and as far down the shaft as he could reach. I watched as my friend, very slowly, pressed me forward so that my cock got even closer to the hole in the wall.

Soon, I was far enough forward so that had there not been a hole, the tip of my cock would have been pressed against the wall. But since the hole was there, it gave the guy on the other side of the wall even more access to my cock. He was sliding his fingers up and down my cock, through the slippery pre-cum that was continuously oozing out. At this point, the head of my cock was nearly all the way through the plywood wall. Since I was leaning back against the guy behind me, I could still see the head of my cock as I felt and watched the other guy's fingers playing with me.

Suddenly, without any warning, in one smooth movement the guy behind me pressed me forward so that my cock slipped all the way through the hole. I was too surprised to do anything until, at the same moment, I felt something incredibly warm and wet slide down over my hard cock. It felt truly wonderful, unlike anything I had ever felt before, and I had no idea what it was.

The closest to this feeling I'd ever had was when I was using soap to jerk off in the bathtub and although that always feels good, believe me, that wasn't anything like what I was feeling now. I started to pull back, but the guy behind me had his body pressed firmly against my back and I could not move. In fact, it felt like he was pressing harder against me, pushing my cock even further into the hole.

I moaned loudly as whatever was happening to my cock continued. My friend asked me if I liked what was happening and, of course, I said yes. "What is he doing?" I asked and he told me he was sucking me off.

"What?" I said.

"The guy on the other side of the wall is sucking on your cock with his mouth," he said.

At that point, it felt so incredible I guess I didn't really care what he was doing. After just a couple of minutes, I could feel that I was about to cum. After all, by this time, my cock had been hard for at least an hour, if not longer. I started moaning more and louder and moving my hips back and forth.

"Cum!" my friend said. And cum I did. My hips bucked harder into the wall, it felt like my cock was thrusting even further into the hole and I could feel my cum fire out of my cock and into the warm, wet mouth on the other side of the wall. My friend kept holding me up against the wall, otherwise I surely would have collapsed onto the floor.

He held me there for several minutes while the mouth on my cock kept licking and sucking all of the cum out of my cock. Then, my friend pulled me back into the booth. He looked down at my cock, which was still hard.

"Can I suck it for a while?" he asked.

What was I going to say? I nodded yes.