One evening I was feeling that urge The one I knew wouldn't be satisfied just by rubbing one out to some porn on my phone. I needed to feel a hard dick in my mouth. I threw on my red jockstrap, gym shorts, athletic shirt and my sneakers. Rolling up to the building I noted a few cars in the parking lot.
Good." I thought. I could feel my own dick stiffening in the restrictive crotch of my jockstrap as I imagined what opportunities I had inside.
I paid my admission and after a moment of polite conversation with the clerk, decided I would start with the gloryhole booths. I walked through the door and took a second to let my eyes adjust to the dark. Walking around the corner I saw an attractive, 30 something, white guy with a wedding ring make a little eye contact with me and go inside the booth he was next to. A decision had been made and I wasn't going to look this gift horse in the mouth. I quickly entered the booth next to him that I knew had a nice sized gloryhole in it from my hundreds of visits over the years. I left my door unlocked, just in case. Lowering my gym shorts, I dropped to my knees and peeked through the hole.
I was greeted with the sight of him stroking his already hard dick. It was a nice looking 6" with a big head, my favorite. My mouth was watering as I wiggled my finger through the hole. He got the message and his delicious head came through hole, right into my waiting mouth. I swirled my tongue around it and got it wet all over. I started working my head up and down his length, savoring the feel and taste. I occasionally pulled it all the way out so I could swirl my tongue around the head, making sure to lick the sensitive glans and his piss slit. I could feel him twitch every time I did so.
After maybe five minutes of edging this guy I heard the door to my booth open. I pulled off just long enough to look back over my shoulder and scope out who it was. A silver haired 50 year old rubbing his bulge through his jeans. With a smile I turned my head back to the hard dick I had been servicing and took him all the way, as far as the booth wall would allow me, I wiggled my ass a bit for my new audience, showing him my exposed hole. A few seconds later I felt a tentative hand cop a feel of my ass cheeks. He continued to grope as I resumed bobbing my head back and forth. My new playmate reached between my legs and fondled my sack. He then let go and gave my ass a loud smack. This made me moan on that hard dick I was still worshipping through the gloryhole.
Two more firm smacks on each cheek had me starting to feel good. I could feel the cock in my mouth twitching more and the sweet taste of precum was starting to flow. I was audibly moaning on his dick as my booth partner started to get more aggressive with his play. He pulled down his pants and started grinding his hard, underwear covered cock against me. He spoke for the first time in a hashed but firm voice.
"You like that, don't you?"
"Yes." I managed to moan with a hard, leaking dick now pumping in and out of my mouth. I had stopped moving my head and was letting him fuck my face like a wall mounted pussy.
"I know you do." he replied. "I've seen you here before. I've watched you take dick after dick in the theater. I've fucked you multiple times. You had no idea."
"I was just another hard cock." he continued. As the dick in my mouth continued to fuck me, he spit on my asshole a couple times. I felt his hands leave my ass and he pulled down his underwear. Instantly I felt his, bare, hard cock against me. He spit one more time, moved the head of his dick to get it wet, then started pressing against my hungry hole.
The initial pain was intense as he broke through my sphincter and started rocking back and forth. After only four or five strokes he was buried in me all the way. Just as he got buried in me the cock in my mouth surged and started pumping its load straight down my throat. I was fighting to not gag as he throbbed in my throat. His massive load spent, he pulled out, zipped up, and left.
"That's a good slut." said the voice behind me as I tried to catch my breath. "Your only purpose is to satisfy hard cocks."
"Yes." I managed to reply.
"Yes, Master." he ordered with a loud slap on my ass.
"Yes MASTER!" I replied instantly and not too quietly.
From outside the thin wooden walls I heard a couple voice chuckling and commenting on what they were hearing. He was fucking me aggressively, making me moan with pleasure. I heard the door to the next booth close and rather quickly had a thick, and quickly growing, cock poking through. It had barely been there for two seconds when I felt a massive, stinging slap on my ass.
"I just told you what your purpose is, slut." he said firmly.
"YES, MASTER!" I said as I dove with my wet mouth on the dick in front of me.
I started to bob my head but suddenly felt a hand at the back of my head holding it against the wall.
"You are a couple of holes to be fucked. Do not move unless I tell you to." said my new master.
I had never been so thoroughly dominated in my life. I had no idea that I would be so into it. I barely had conscious thought as these two men used me. All too soon the dick through the gloryhole started shooting in my throat. The sloppy sounds of me gagging on his exploding cock and my master's thighs slapping against my ass were filling the room. A few seconds later Master gripped my hips tighter and thrust deeper as he came deep inside of me. I was panting, bracing myself against the wall as I felt him continue to throb inside of me. I swear I could feel every little twitch of that magnificent dick He pulled out of me and wiped himself off.
If I thought we were done, I was so very wrong. As I stood up and turned around, he got up close to me. He pushed his body weight against me, one hand on my chest, the other grabbing a firm hold of my dick inside the jock strap. He freed it from the restraint of my tight jockstrap and stroked it just a little.
"I haven't said you can cum yet." he leaned in close, his breath hot on my neck
"I'm not done with you You don't want me to be done, do you? You want me to use you more?"
"Yes, Master."
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