Glory Holes

As we walked through the town, I half listened to my wife going on about the dress she had seen and how she thought it would be great for some wedding we were going to next month. I wasn’t sure why she bothered taking me on these shopping trips, as I would agree with her choices, whatever she brought, mainly because I wasn’t stupid enough to disagree with her.

 

We have been married for 30 years, last November and I have done OK in life, I guess. We have two kids, a boy and a girl, both safely packed off to university. Our house is in a respectable neighbourhood with virtually no mortgage, and my job as a civil servant with the local council pays well and is pretty secure. We are both in our late-fifties, reasonably healthy, and I would say financially secure both now and in the future. The only thing missing in my life is sex, in particular sucking cock. That’s me wanting to do the sucking, not the wife Susan, she didn’t suck cock even when we had sex life, something that dried up over 10 years ago.

 

I asked her a few times, but her reply was always the same, “Geoffrey,” she normally calls me Geoff unless she is about to chastise me, “I will not suck your…thing, you pee out of it.” She had the same view about me engaging in oral sex on her. I once, and only once, raised the subject of anal sex. After she called me a dirty filthy perverted animal, then refused to sleep in the same bed as me for a week.

 

As we walked from the car park to the new shopping centre, I saw the old public brick-built toilets that were going to be closed in a few months, pending demolition. The sight of them brought back memories of my university days although it was 35 years since I had even looked at a cock, let alone sucked one. The first time I had it was in a set of public toilets very similar, but a couple of hundred miles away where I went to university.

 

Now I wouldn’t say I was effeminate in any way, far from it, but there is something about gay men that allows them to pigeonhole you in an instant. The first time I realised this was when I was 19 and standing in a public urinal relieving myself.

 

*****

 

 

I had been out drinking all afternoon with a few friends from university and not long after leaving the pub I realised I needed a piss. Looking round for a suitable spot I was relieved to see an old-fashioned brick-built toilet block that was open. With relief I rushed in and started to relieve my bladder of a considerable volume of beer, letting out a relieved sigh at the same time.

 

“Sounds like you need that,” laughed a nearby voice.

 

Standing next to me with his cock in his hand was a mature man of around 50. He looked perfectly respectable though if anything he looked like he cared for his appearance perhaps a little more than many others. He looked me up and down as if I were a horse he was appraising for purchase and considering my worth. Then he stepped back and stroked his neat beard in thought, his other hand still working his cock that was now semi-hard.

 

“Hmmm, let me see. I am guessing a bottom, eager to suck cock…Am I right?”

 

I didn’t say anything but glanced at the door nervously, my eyes glued to his cock that was growing and growing. He must have taken my lack of movement as reluctance.

 

I had never thought of myself as gay, curious perhaps, but then again, many are. I had always dated girls but in the back of my mind there was always that nagging curiosity about what it would be like to suck a cock. I never acted on those thoughts but being a little drunk I could feel my inhibitions slipping away.

 

I had watched gay porn before in secret, not that interested in penetration sex but when it came to sucking it was an instant turn on. I encouraged every girlfriend to suck me, some agreed with more enthusiasm than others. The more I enjoyed having my cock sucked the more I wondered how would feel to suck cock myself. I even tried eating my own cum but I knew it wouldn’t be the same as having a man pump his cum down my throat. Then he spoke and his words tipped my decision.

 

“If you want to earn yourself £20, come to the cubicle…now.”

 

I was just a hard-up student who was trying to make ends meet, and suddenly, here was the chance to earn £20 for doing something I had thought about all my life.

 

Once inside the cubicle, he instructed me to drop my jeans and sit like I was using the toilet. He had with him a large paper carrier bag, which he placed between my legs before stepping into it. I didn’t so much suck his cock as he simply grabbed my head and started to face fuck me. The fact that I started to cough and gag didn’t deter him; in fact, if anything, it seemed to spur him on.

 

Within a few minutes he started to make noises that I knew meant he was cumming. He gripped my head tightly for a moment and I prepared myself for the spurt of cum down my throat but to my surprise at the last moment he pulled out of my mouth. Grabbing his own cock in his hand he worked it quickly sending jets of cum into my face. When he had finished, he pushed his cock into my mouth and instinctively I sucked tasting the last of his seed.

 

Without a word he handed me a £20 note before tucking his cock into his trousers and opening the cubicle door leaving me sitting with my jeans round my ankles and a face covered in seed.

 

My head was spinning as I tried to encompass what had just happened. Running my tongue over my lips I could taste the saltiness of his seed. If there was any disappointment in the act it was that I hadn’t felt him actually spurt into my mouth and throat, something I wanted to experience.

 

“Looks like you have been having fun,” laughed a man standing in the open doorway as I went to wipe the cum away. In panic I started to get up, but he swiftly stepped inside the cubicle, shutting the door behind himself. He didn’t ask, but then again, I think he knew he didn’t have to. Unzipping himself he freed his semi-hard cock, and I leant forward and sucked him into my mouth.

 

Then breaking from my sucking, I took a big gulp of air to give me confidence, “Twenty quid.”

 

He hesitated for a moment then replied, “For twenty pounds I get to cum in your mouth and you swallow it.”

 

Hell, I was going to swallow anyway so wiggling my fingers for payment I started sucking his cock as he thrust the note into my hand.

 

I gagged a couple of times as he thrust into my mouth, but I learnt quickly to control my gag reflex. He put his hand on my head and encouraged me to suck until with a loud groan he gripped my head tightly and spurted his seed into my mouth.

 

I wanted to cough and pull away as it hit my throat, but I couldn't move my head so instead I swallowed. As I swallowed, I sucked and as I sucked, he spurted more. I couldn’t believe the amount of cum he deposited in my belly and even when he removed his hand to free my head I continued to suck deeply.

 

When I was satisfied that I had fully drained his balls I released his cock and as he tucked himself away, he laughed, “You are a natural cock sucker...and a damn good one.”

 

It seemed to be an easy way of earning cash and satisfying my thirst for seed. I started going to the toilet block on a regular basis and after some trial and error I worked out when the peak times were. I even started getting a few regulars, though I never saw the guy who came all over my face again, but would regularly swallow a couple of loads before going to the pub. Had other offers to go further but never did as I was happy with a belly full of cum and cash in my pocket.

 

I often wondered if I should have gone further, something I started to regret in later life. Once I graduated from university, I put my cock sucking days behind me, met my wife and became your stereotypical straight guy.

 

*****

 

 

I wasn’t sure why, but turning to my wife, I put my hand on my belly, “Need the loo love, have to go.”

 

“Can’t you wait? They don’t look that nice.”

 

My wife was already talking to my back as I entered the toilets, but to my disappointment, I was the only one there. Going into the middle cubicle, I sat on the pot, wondering if perhaps it was all just an empty dream of memories of my youth. Then I heard the door open to the cubicle on my left, and looking in that direction, I realised there was a large hole in the wall. Sticking through the hole was a cock that was a respectable size and dripping pre-cum. I was stunned, like a rabbit in the headlights of an oncoming car.

 

I stared at it, memories of my student days flooding back. The cock was uncut although the head was starting to emerge as it strained forward. I was circumcised as a baby, so uncut cocks were a source of fascination to me. In what was almost like an out of body experience I reached out and caressed the cock poking through the glory hole. I felt it twitch in my hand as I slowly peeled the foreskin back to reveal its full glory. The experience of having a cock in my hand for the first time in 35 years sent tingles through me and leaning forward on the seat I sucked this strange cock into my mouth.

 

I could hear muffled noises as I worked my head back and forward, taking care not to hurt my face on the cubicle wall. I had my hand round the base and when he started to cum, I felt him try to pull back. I gripped his cock firmly so he couldn’t move without hurting himself and milked his balls dry. Finally, I released him, and he withdrew, muttering thanks.

 

I sat on the pot, my head spinning as what I had just done hit me, and I could taste the saltiness of his sperm in my mouth. The cock had vanished, so I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and then ran them under the tap. There were no paper towels, so I was shaking them dry as I rejoined my wife, who was looking most unhappy.

 

“You took your time.”

 

I mumbled an apology and followed her towards the shops. As we walked my wife was talking about something but all I could think about was the cock pulsing as it filled my belly with cream.

 

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