Cocktails

At the age of twenty-five, I had firmly committed myself to a solitary existence. I felt that I really didn’t need the encumbrance of a partner who would complicate my life in any way of form. To me, visiting my local bar for sexual gratification was completely satisfactory, and the glory hole section, in particular, totally took care of my carnal needs.

If I may explain: Sucking anonymous dick and swallowing spunk was all I needed in life and any further impediments, left me stone-cold. Okay, let me also confess that I am also complete cock and spunk hound.

For the readers who are not very well acquainted with the pleasures of these wonderful apertures in a wall, well, let me sympathetically give you an edited version as follows:

To me, seeing a cock appear through a glory hole is akin to a kid on Christmas morning, seeing his stash of presents under the Xmas tree. Of course, as is the case with kids, they always have a fair idea about the content of most of the gifts they are about to receive given all their pre-festive season hinting and whining. With glory holes, however, things were a lot more exciting because you have no preconceived notions. The surge of adrenalin you feel as a zipper is opened is simply beyond description.

The variations of cock, the smells, and the varying techniques, offers one a smorgasbord of carnal treats. Naturally, dicks come in all shapes and sizes. Some thick, some long, some small or large, some are cut, and others uncut, etcetera. Let me state quite clearly, that I have never been a size queen. For me, the performance aspect of the entire encounter is always of paramount importance. Impressive as a large dick is, well-endowed men can often be responsible for the most boring engagements.

Glory holes can be both totally incredible exciting and sometimes, rather disappointing. There are some guys who simply push their dicks through the hole and expect the oral recipient to do all the work as they stand in a statuesque manner. In addition, if these guys are also slow ‘cummers,’ if, in fact, they cum at all, then the encounter can turn into an ordeal. In this case, you eventually develop lockjaw and your only option is to exit the booth, due to exhaustion when you finally realize that no reward is forthcoming. It is as these guys believe that cocksuckers are an inferior breed, and they are simply there to have their mouths abused in a capricious manner. Resultantly, I always respected the ‘quick-cummers’ far more. At least they show some acknowledgment of one’s efforts.

In conclusion, there are three more glory hole categories that are worth mentioning.

Firstly, there are the kissers. These are the men who constantly move their bodies up and down, alternating between kissing and skull-fucking you. I have always liked them.

Secondly, there are the men that I refer to as the joiners. After a short while, they would lower their heads and ask if they may join you in the booth. With these guys, there is a dichotomy of sorts. Much as I always enjoyed having my arse plowed, unfortunately in the confines of a small cubicle with two men breathing heavily, things can get rather stuffy.

The last of the many categories that I wish to mention, are the kinky guys. They either ask if you will lick their manholes or whether they can piss in your mouth. On the first occasion the piss thing happened, I was rather taken aback. Being rather open-minded, however, I decided to give it a go and to my surprise I really enjoyed it.

Fortunately, as I came to know, I always removed my shirt or t-shirt once I was in the booth and hung it on a hook behind the door. Often, on previous occasions, the splurge of the mega ejaculators taught me to be more cautious.

In any case, I reckon that it’s about time for me to get to the point of my story…

One evening, when visiting the bar that I frequented at least twice a week, after sipping my first beer I found myself drawn to the holes of ecstasy upstairs. After making my way in that direction, a rather pleasant looking tall and lanky man seemed to be shadowing me. As I was about to close the cubicle door, he passed by and gave me an engaging smile. I instantly knew that he was about to mount the small staircase and would shortly position himself on the platform in front of my stall.

Unsurprisingly, his cock shortly slithered through the large aperture. Kevin, as I would later learn his name, had a really impressive cock. It was long but slender and fitted my mouth very comfortably. Kevin was also very astute as far as oral sex was concerned, and the next ten minutes were extremely memorable. After my mouth had done the initial exploratory work, he told me to hold my head still with my mouth up against the aperture. Kevin then found a satisfying rhythm as he steadily commenced skull-fucking me.

As my throat adjusted to his length, I was very pleased with his measured performance. Better yet, when he unloaded, I was mesmerized by the volume of his spunk he produced. It was fuckin’ awesome. His superb technique had also allowed me to really savour the flavour of his abundant jizz.

A further surprise then followed, when after lowering his head he asked if he could buy me a drink. Having already planned a break after our encounter, I graciously accepted. By the time I had put on my t-shirt and opened the stall door, Kevin was waiting for me. Summarily, we then made our way downstairs to the bar after formal introductions.

As we sat at the bar getting better acquainted and swapping histories, it dawned on me that Kevin was actually better-looking than I had initially thought. His bubbly personality was also very engaging.

Kevin worked for a renowned auction house, specializing in porcelain and pottery. I immediately imagined that he had an apartment filled with revolting porcelain figurines that old ladies collected. I, in turn, told him that I worked as a graphic designer in an advertising company. We were both also not currently involved with anyone. Kevin had an apartment three blocks down to the right of the bar, and I had an apartment a few blocks down in the opposite direction.

“Would you like to come to my place for a drink, James?” he eventually asked, and before I could answer, he resumed, “I make an unbelievable cocktail that you might enjoy.”

“What’s it called?” I asked with a smile.

“Well, that’s top secret and can only be revealed if you accept my offer,” Kevin replied in a playful manner.

I was really warming even more to Kevin and had begun to imagine what his dick would feel like in my backside. My skull-fucking had been exemplary and I wondered if his talents also extended to the nether regions.

“Sure, I would love to,” I answered without pause.

After we arrived at his place I was pleasantly surprised to find that the pottery and porcelain that he owned was actually quite stunning and that there were no kitsch figurines. He did briefly give me a rundown on the when’s and why’s of his collection, but I have to sadly admit that most of it went right over my head.

“So… are you ready for your cocktail? He eventually asked.

After I nodded, Kevin got a serious look on his face. “Listen… let me caution you that you need to have an open mind about my special cocktail. If it is really off-putting and you are not comfortable with it, I really won’t be offended.”

‘Jesus,’ I thought to myself, ‘What the fuck is this guy about to make for me?’

“Kevin, I am extremely broad-minded,” I bravely replied.

Kevin now took a large pitcher out a kitchen cupboard. Next, he also placed two medium sized glasses next to it.

Following on that, my jaw almost hit the floor when he hurled his dick out and began to piss in the pitcher. I cannot say that I totally shocked because as aforementioned, I had after all imbibed golden liquid previously.

Kevin then moved to the refrigerator and out of the freezer compartment, removed an ice tray with medium sized ice blocks.

‘Ice blocks and piss,’ I thought to myself, wondering what alcohol was about to be added.

“So, what else are you going to add to the concoction,” I nonchalantly asked with an intrigued smile.

“Nothing,” he countered, before going on to explain, “You see, this is a non-alcoholic drink.”

Once more, Kevin took up the cudgels before I could respond. “The ice blocks are the actual kicker in this drink, because they consist of solid cum.”

As my eyes widened he began to chuckle. “As you no doubt saw earlier, I am rather gifted in the ejaculation department. Resultantly, it would be a tragedy to let all my jizz go to waste, don’t you think?”

After letting his information sink in, Kevin continued. “I have always loved piss and spunk… Therefore, combining them into a cocktail just seemed like an obvious blend.”

Kevin then placed three cum-cubes in either glass, before pouring the warm piss over them.

“Cheers,” he uttered as he took his first sip. I followed suit and then mimicked his actions thereafter. After sipping the urine Kevin then sucked an ice block into his mouth and the savoured it. After a few more sips the second block followed, and etcetera.

I cannot honestly report that the taste was incredible, but that was hardly the point. The eroticism of the procedure is what made the cocktail spectacular.

“Would you like another one?” Kevin asked when we had finished our cocktails.

“Fuck, yeah,” I replied.

When we finally got onto Kevin’s bed later, he transported me to another dimension. My evening thus far had been an ever escalating journey of overwhelming gratification. From the oral extravaganza at the bar, followed by the most exhilarating cocktail I had ever imbibed, Kevin now stimulated my arse in a manner I had never known possible.

Kevin’s tireless hip momentum took on an almost ritualistic gesticulation and I felt like I was at some ancient site, being used in a primordial sexual séance. The ardency of his onslaught was totally remarkable as his body slithered above mine, in the domineering and all-encompassing manner of a sexually overcharged Pan-like creature.

The overwhelming aspect of this instalment was there simply was no end to his voracious appetite. The more I whimpered the greater his intensity seemed to escalate. It was as if he wanted to sap my body essence in pursuit of his unnatural needs. When he was finally done with this episode, I felt like a drained reservoir that someone had accidently let run dry.

What I didn’t know, however, was that one more episode would soon follow. In all honesty, I cannot vouch that I didn’t slip in and out of consciousness as this happened, because I was totally exhausted by then.

After our night together Kevin and I slipped into a relationship, but thankfully, we did not stop visiting the bar.

Working in tandem at the bar also proved to be far more exciting than all my former visits.

As Kevin fucked me in the booth, he and I would share the dicks that popped through the glory hole. When we were in agreement about a cock we particularly liked, we would then invite the guy for a drink at the pub downstairs.

Resultantly, we often took guys home with us and amazingly, most of them loved Kevin’s cocktails. Even more astonishingly, a great many of them also insisted on contributing to the ice trays.