Memory #6 – My first real gloryhole – Antioch, IL
My next three favorite cruising memories all occurred at the same business establishment in Antioch, Illinois. I should first explain the time and place in Antioch. There is an intersection north of downtown Antioch along Highway 41, I forget the east/west cross street. This intersection was for truckers, with two trucker-friendly gas stations, a cheap motel, and some kind of XXX adult businesses on 3 of the 4 corners. All were Lake County Mafia owned. I can’t say the family name, or how I knew this, but I went to middle school with one of the family’s grandchildren. They owned strip clubs and other nefarious businesses in Half Day, Mundelein, Round Lake Beach, and Antioch. Unfortunately, times and politics change, all the nefarious businesses at that intersection have long since been bulldozed [I mean literally!]. Oh, let them live forever in these pages!
I don’t remember the generic cliché’ porn shop name of this business, but it became one of my all-time favorites, on the southwest corner of the intersection. It was much cleaner and better funded than that rathole I started at in Mundelein. The place had the best arcade configuration of the 3 choices at this location, and management really didn’t care what you did behind closed arcade doors.
The 3 separate visits to this arcade that I highlight here feel like a natural trilogy in my mind. Each boasts its own landmark event that made it stand out in my memory events and memories that lifted them to the occasion of this memoir. But these 3 events happened across several years, so in this little trilogy, I am breaking from my otherwise chronological format of a diary. I’m not exactly sure how much time passed between these 3 visits. I mention this specifically because I changed over that period of time. I grew and developed as a bisexual man, and a cruiser. I cut my cruising teeth over these years, and this arcade became one of my go-to places.
The shop was big! Video [VHS and Beta cassettes] was just beginning, and they had lots of inventory for sale. They also had magazines, porn fiction, sex toys, lingerie, enemas, anal douches, poppers, condoms, lube, and gag gifts for bachelorette parties. You know, everything you expect in a porn store.
The store was roughly half retail floor space, and half video arcade. They had two different types of booths, stand-up and sit-down. All gloryhole centric. The stand-up booths were a little more narrow, and one room was filled with two walls of stand-up booths. When you stepped inside a booth you could see that there were gloryholes on both sides of the booth. If you squatted down and looked through the gloryhole on either side, you could see through all the gloryholes all the way up and down the entire row! They were perfectly measured, aligned, and cut. And I’m sure the dimensions of these booths were no accident. When an average-sized person bent over inside any of these stand-up booths and pushed their ass [or pussy] up against the gloryhole on one side, they could then comfortably bend over and perform oral favors at the adjacent hole! There were also those who liked watching the action in the booth next door, maybe between their own sessions of giving and receiving.
Now stand-up booths aren’t everyone’s cup of tea. Some people gravitate to gloryholes for the anonymity and privacy of it [ I should also point out; the holes were a little bigger in the stand-up booths]. Lots of men don’t want to be watched by a stranger while they’re sucking a dick. This shop had another slightly smaller room of sit-down booths. They were larger, wider booths, with only one gloryhole between two booths. These booths were also more popular for those who want to go 2-in-one-booth. My only complaint was the permanent chair bolted to the floor in the middle of the room. Folding metal chairs that you can move around are always better!
This was early in the era when all booths had one bubble-tube television, usually behind a sheet of dirty scratched plexiglass. The customer has buttons to adjust the volume and select channels. The number of pornographic choices available to you, was limited to how many VCRs the proprietor was willing to buy and stack behind the front counter.
On my first visit to this shop, I scrutinized the whole place from stem to stern, including all the merchandise. This was also the beginning of 25 cent tokens instead of quarters. Those tokens were the size and weight of a quarter but usually had the image of a naked woman stamped on them. This was an effort to keep staff from stealing.
I had a pocket heavy with $5 in tokens! I saw the comfortable looking rounded plastic captain’s chair sitting square in front of a video screen, and said, “That’s for me!” I entered the sit-down booth and locked the door behind me. I plunked in one token. There was always an unnecessarily loud “Kachunk!” when you fed every single token into the machine. But as promised the screen came to life, the volume was roaring so I turned it way down. Then I surfed through all the selections available [Scrolling that is, to you, youngsters!] I was charmed that the proprietors had made a real effort to include as many categories, preferences, kinks, fetishes and orientations as they did. There wasn’t really all that much available on videotape at that time.
I ran out the clock on my first token about halfway through my second time across the entire selection. I plunked in a whole handful of tokens and decided to get comfortable: jacket off and hanging on the back of the chair, and pants and undies all the way down at my ankles. I was already more than half hard as I began stroking my cock with my right hand, while surfing the channels with my left. [ I’m so sorry all you lefties! I’m afraid that ALL video arcades are configured for right-handed people.] As I would soon come to realized was just predictable me, I lingered on all the videos with gangbangs, young teeny boppers and gay anal.
I wish I could remember which fetish or proclivity I finally decided on watching, before I leaned back and began masturbating in earnest. My selection might be telling all these years later. But in any event, I was getting way into it. You know, jacking off like no one was watching. Probably making the “goofy” face, or at least the white-man overbite. But someone was watching!
To this day, I still feel like a complete idiot! I’d scrutinized everything before I selected that booth. I didn’t see a gloryhole in that booth, nor the one next to it. I thought I was getting a private booth, because I wanted some alone-time to check out all the videos, and as I like to call it, “Get the easy one out of the way.” But to my right and slightly forward as I sat, was a standard 3” diameter gloryhole drilled between two booths. Maybe it was blocked from my view by the back of the chair, as I looked in from outside the booth. And these booths were dark until the movie screen lit up.
By now I was really jacking off. Hard and slow, getting my head into whatever poorly imagined sexual fiction was being played out on the screen, when my ears and eyes detected motion on my right. That’s when I saw the hole for the first time! And in the center of that hole was a mustachioed ginger’s mouth, with fiery red hair, pink lips, white skin and a busy red moustache. His mouth was wide open, and he was flattening and unflattening his tongue into my booth, like some kind of vulgar brag suggesting he had advanced oral skills.
I was shocked, startled, and scared all at once! I jumped to my feet, my hard dick bouncing around ridiculously in front of me. I came so close to falling forward into the video screen, because I’d forgotten my ankles were tied together with my own pants! I must have looked like a buffoon. But maybe he never saw. There was still only his mouth showing inside the width of the hole. He wasn’t looking at me; he was still advertising. I assumed he’d been looking at me for quite some time, and now was stubbornly broadcasting his invitation
I composed myself and thought, “What are you doing? Look at your penis!” I was still 80% hard but shrinking from the adrenaline wake-up call. His mouth remained wide open, his tongue intentionally flattened out and sticking into my side of the wall! I know I mumbled “Oh fuck it!” [again] and stepped up to the hole in front of my chair. I watched the swollen purple head of my cock touch his tongue and shuddered. I pushed into his open mouth.
I could hear him going “Mmmm! Mmmmff!” I’m pretty sure people could hear him outside the booth too! [But a grateful giver is a beautiful thing!]. As I slowly pushed the entire length of my member through the hole, his face receded back into his own booth. Now he was really wetting me thoroughly and adding his hands to the process, gently stoking my shaft from scrotum to head. To say that Red didn’t want me to cum fast would be an understatement, In fact, knowing that he watched me before he announced himself, he must have known I wasn’t far from cumming. Now he was just torturing me with his always delicious “slow-blow.” Something you adore as a mature man but never appreciated by the young.
There’s only a handful of basic, fundamental blowjob styles, and Red’s was one I later came to call “wet.” It’s not uncommon, hopefully you know what I mean. It’s when the guy [or girl] floods their mouth into a pocket of slippery wet saliva, and they move their mouth very slowly and very gently up and down the top third of your penis. Usually too slowly! And usually too gently! In Red’s case it was downright sinister! Like he was daring me to cum. But I was too close, and it felt too good, and he knew when I was going to cum as soon as I did. Mercifully, he clamped down with his lips…just a touch, and he sped up his bobbing up and down…just a touch. And I exploded a half dozen spurts of semen into his mouth.
Another consistent quirk of the “wet” school of cock-sucking style, is that they don’t swallow your cum right away. It's as if they want to savor it in their mouths for a long time. They hold onto a mouthful of both saliva, and your entire load of sticky [and now coagulated] semen. Personally, I’ve never loved that finish. But I’ve never said no to it either. My second wife was a “wet” style girl, and I never wanted to hurt her feelings by criticizing her blowjobs. I think she thought she was showing off how dirty she could be. I also went back to Red’s favorite booth countless times after that, so obviously I didn’t hate it. Eventually I came to really like the long, slow wet style, but I confess, I was usually watching a video over my shoulder.
I realize my first gloryhole blowjob wasn’t the most erotic or protracted sexual encounter you might hope for. But it was my first! And over years, I spent a lot more time with Red. You have to start somewhere, and I’ve always looked back on this one as my start.
Memory #7 – There’s a girl in the house! – Antioch, IL
After coming to the arcade in Antioch regularly for over a year, I saw there the rarest of all birds: a bird! A girl in the porn store. Although my second wife and I went to gloryhole arcades together multiple times, I can honestly say other than her, I can easily count on two hands, the number of times I saw a woman in an arcade. And that’s over 35 years of dedicated attendance.
She was young. Conspicuously young! She was petite, black, and looked almost certainly like a prostitute. I’m not profiling here, she wore the uniform: high heels, pink hot pants - unzipped and hanging open low enough to confirm no panties! On top she wore an almost completely transparent tight white midriff t-shirt, with every detail of her perky little breasts on display. It was well known that street hookers worked many spots nearby in Waukegan and North Chicago, but was she here to work the arcade? I knew the owners dabbled in prostitution in other locations
Eventually I figured out what was going on. She was there at the arcade with an older white guy. I could only infer that he was paying her to service him, maybe as others watched. They were in the stand-up booth section. I first spotted her while I was meandering around the arcades, trying to choose between the stand-up or sit-down experiences. Sometimes I really enjoyed watching men suck and fuck each other in the stand-up booths. For me that was live pornography, hotter than any video! But I always strolled around the arcade first, trying to get a handle on how many booths were in use, to know how busy both sides were.
As I entered the stand-up booth section, she exited a booth, smirking. She practically skipped across the room! I noticed the door to the booth she vacated closing behind her. Someone was still inside. She was really cute, really trampy and really sexy! I couldn’t stop myself from smiling at her. She smiled back and then lifted up her t-shirt giving me a 3 second peek at her titties! Then she quickly pulled her shirt back down giggling like a demon. She headed toward the one single unisex bathroom available in the place. I couldn’t imagine a girl using that bathroom. It was much worse than the booths! I wished I could save her from that, which must have been my displaced hetero-side coming out.
As I’m sure you would expect, I didn’t go anywhere while she took her time in the bathroom. I tried to appear occupied by peeking in open booth doors. I even stepped inside a booth two doors down from the one she came out of. I squatted down and peeked through the gloryholes. Sure enough, a white man in gold shorts was standing in the booth she’d be in, stroking his cock and apparently watching videos.
I don’t mention the golf shorts without a point to make. For you beginners, don’t be surprised at the number of older, bisexual married men from the suburbs, who flood into the arcades on weekends. I’m sorry to snitch out one of the biggest bi-secrets in our culture, but that’s how lots of suburban men get out for gay sex! The fact that 18 holes of golf takes up most of the day, all they have to do is dress up in golf clothes, put the clubs in the trunk of the car, and they have hours of unsuspected free time to explore all the adult porn shops and theaters within a two-hour drive!
I was back on my feet pacing around the arcade when she returned. She walked past me very close, smiling and springing on the balls of her feet. She whispered, “Wait a minute, OK?”
She arrived at her previous booth and jiggled the doorknob. It was unlocked and opened. She only struck her head in the door, talking quietly for a moment. She then closed the door and opened the next door to the right. She looked over her shoulder at me and pointed to the very next booth in line, to the right of the one she was entering. She smiled and winked before disappearing into the booth. The lock clicked audibly.
She didn’t need to ask me twice! I certainly wasn’t going to miss this! Whatever this was going to be. I entered the booth to her right and dropped in some tokens, thinking only about drowning out other sounds. I squatted down, knees bent, looking through the hole. She was already looking at my eyes in the hole, smiling. She was on her knees next to the hole on the other side of her booth, her right hand pumping a large, circumcised penis, sticking through the other hole and hard as steel. Oh! This was going to be a show. OK!
She turned to face her “friend’s” penis at an angle, and she pulled his cock sideways to the same angle. Now he was sticking out from the hole about 25 degrees to the right. I could only figure that the man behind that penis was standing at that angle to accommodate. They must have planned this as part of putting on a show. Otherwise, you only see the back of someone’s head as they suck cock from a gloryhole. This worked really well. She began performing a vigorous whore’s blowjob on the man’s big cock, intending to make him cum. Fast! I could see it all in partial profile because of the angle they created.
Her body was so petite and sexy. Her skin was so deep dark chocolaty black. Her tiny black fingers on his stark white shaft. Her little pink and black mouth on his creamy white tool! The visual was hyper-erotic in all its contrasts. And she was also a “slurper.” Another fundamental blowjob style. Mostly women do it, I think because they believe the vulgar, lurid mouth sounds turn us men on. But in my later years I’ve learned it’s much more often women who are aroused by wet sucking mouth sounds. Or even wet vaginal sounds. I watched her perform her expert skills well beyond her years, sucking and slurping on that big, beautiful cock for a full minute before I decided it was time to take my shorts off!
I removed my shorts and undies and hung them on the single coat hook provided next to the door. I slid off my deck shoes and placed them a foot apart in front of the gloryhole, for my knees. I kneeled back down to return to the show and pump my member dry…but something was different! She’d taken off her shirt! I wondered if she saw what I was doing and joined in? No, impossible. She was back at sucking cock in angled profile, so I could see the side of one firm little barely B-cup booby. Her tits didn’t bounce at all. They were firm. She was young!
She stood up straight suddenly, facing me with her back to the other gloryhole. She spread her legs straddling the hole, her accomplice’s tool barely peeking out between her thighs. She began pumping him with her right hand, and then she leaned down and said something to him, into the hole. She then let go of his cock and used both hands to peel down her shorts, all the way to her ankles and then off each high heel. Her small puff mound was over-groomed for those days. You could see the keyhole shape at the top front of her vagina, as clearly as if she were shaved completely. She used the fingers of both hands to spread her lips apart. Again, the erotic shock of contrasts, when her pink inner labia exploded into view from behind the mysterious black curtains.
She looked right at my eyes when she spread her feet apart wider and added fresh saliva to her accomplice’s penis. She was lower now to the ground, and his cock was touching the lips of her pussy. Then she leaned forward slapping the palm of her left hand against the wall that my gloryhole was on, just to the right of the hole from where I kneeled. Her right hand fumbled between her legs as she guided her sugar Daddy’s penis to its target. Her face was right in front of me now, her eyes squinting closed as she whined at the insertion of the big white cock entering her from behind! She whined and growled, making the sounds of a spoiled rotten little brat complaining. I was so furiously turned on!
She opened her giant white eyes and looked right at me, urgently. She said, “Kiss me, first!” and pressed her lips and mouth fearlessly into the well of that dirty gloryhole. Her puffy thick lips pushed all the way through into my side. I kissed her. It wasn’t really a kiss, we touched lips, we opened our mouths, we danced our tongues together for a moment. Ok, I guess that was a kiss.
She pulled back from the hole, and said sternly, “Now give me your dick!” I couldn’t obey her fast enough. I stood up [slipping my feet into my shoes] and pushed my hard cock all the way through that abstract open circle of the gloryhole. All she was “OK!” before those soft satin pillows suckled my penis into her mouth, taking it in inch by inch.
As I had been recently learning in those early years, getting your dick sucked at a gloryhole is not a beautiful sexy thing to watch. It’s primitive, basic, vulgar sex at its lowest level. As I’ve suggested before, it’s a form of mutual masturbation. As much as I love watching guys sucking dicks, or getting their dicks sucked at the gloryholes, peeking from the neighboring hole, it doesn’t paint us men in the most flattering light.
While receiving a blow job most men will hold their entire bodies flat against the wall around the hole. Some men will arch up on their tiptoes with their legs shaking! But most will hold every surface of their body flat to the wall: legs, chest, arms, face turned sideways with one cheek pressed against the wall. Even their arms, either at their sides or up over their heads, their hands will be palms down flat against the wall. It’s like you’re trying to imitate someone lying flat on the floor. I think that instinct is to get as close as we can to the anonymous person on the other side. Maybe we’re also just trying to push that last millimeter of penis through that wasted half inch of plywood.
One relentless challenge with gloryholes is that we all want to watch! So, we take little pauses, leaning back far enough to look down to see whatever we can see of the orifice our poles are penetrating. But most of the time you can’t see much in that shadowed gloryhole abyss, so we quickly return to the flat wall, closing our eyes and feeling the wet, the soft, the warmth, the friction. And listening to the slurps, the squish, the moans, the breathing. But I had to look! I leaned backward, pulling my cock back an inch so I could see past my own pubic fur. Most of my cock was sticking out the other side being serviced by a professional. She was damn good! For a female, she was extraordinary!
I could see the light from her booth illuminate the hole between us as she drew her mouth back up my shaft. Then she plunged back down again and everything went dark. I managed to catch a couple of glimpses of her thick puffy lips moving up and down my pole, and that was all I really needed to see! I returned myself to the hug-the-wall position, feeling her glorious sex.
After another beautiful minute, I felt her hands suddenly all over my cock, both her hands at once. It felt like she was slurping more saliva all over my already well-wet organ. But then I felt her warm wet mouth return to the head of my aching penis, sinking down its length, further and further. And further?! WTF? My entire length was inside her as far as physically possible! Then came the tell-tale scene wafting up from the hole. A particularly robust scent of vagina! She had spun around and was now doing the spit-roast in the opposite direction!
My heart was racing! I was out of my mind excited by the reality that I was bareback fucking a hot little hooker in a porn store arcade! Once I realized I was in her pussy, and she had pushed her ass all the way up against the gloryhole, the practical responsibility of motion now fell upon my shoulders. I immediately began pumping her hips, sinking in and out of her soft, slippery tunnel. Now I could lean back and look down at my glistening wet shaft moving in and out of the hole like a piston! I was that guy, arching up on my tiptoes with my legs shaking like a dog!
From behind me I heard a man’s voice, “You fuckin’ someone now?”
I nearly broke my own neck by turning my head so fast to see who said that! I should not have been startled; it was just another guy doing what I liked to do. Watching! He looked like a much older man. He’d been watching for who knows how long, he’d stayed silent until now. When I started pumping my pelvis in and out of the hole, it became obvious I was fucking…something!
I thought it would be a bad idea to publicize it was a girl. I didn’t know yet how statistically rare a female was in an arcade, but logically I could imagine a stampede of bi-men, and anything from indifference to contempt from the gay men. I didn’t want to ring that bell, so I just answered his question with a long delayed, “Yeah.”
Now I was aware someone was watching my ass, flex and pucker, plunge and pull! It always added 20% or more arousal and energy when I had an audience, but I hadn’t recognized the connection yet. It’s like an injection of pure testosterone! I could hear the sounds of the man behind me masturbating, his slapping sounds echoed in his booth and projected out the hole. Now I fucked her harder and faster with energy I didn’t know I had. She was beginning to whimper and squeal at my thrusts. My hips were banging against the plywood walls, but I didn’t want to stop it. I knew I needed to quiet down and I needed her to quiet down. Those were unmistakably not boy squeals coming from next door. But I was too late.
“Is that a girl…you’re fucking?” asked the man behind the hole. “Damn! You’re fucking a lady there!”
No, no!” I tried to lie over my shoulder. For some twisted reason this whole charade of thinking I could hide a female, it made me even more wildly excited. I tried to reduce my stroke, so I stopped banging the walls, but I kept pounding the girl faster!
That was it for me! I blasted out every molecule of stored semen in my sack, deep into this sexy little black girl’s tight ripe pussy! I didn’t yell or shout, I just stopped pounding her and ground my hips into the wall, arching my back and pushing as far into her cunt as I could go. My body quaked and spasmed, and after a series of squirts I began breathing again. More like panting, desperate for breath, and once again hugging the flat wall.
“Yeah!” said my neighbor, like a rowdy redneck cheerleader. “You came good! I bet that was nice!”
My little hooker girl waited for me, still pressed back aginst the hole, and making cute little purring sounds. I could feel her then step forward allowing my member to pop out from her vagina, and for the first of many times in my life, I got to hear one of the most subtle and inspiring sounds I know: that tiny faint splash of my own creampie, falling to the cement floor of the gloryhole booth. Barely audible, through the hole, back to the person who deposited the load, but definitely audible! I was thrilled!
I crouched down to look through the hole. She was already putting one leg back into her pink shorts. “Thank you,” I loudly whispered through the hole.
She came closer to the hole and said, “You welcome, baby! That was nice. We gotta go now, maybe see ya round sometime?”
“I sure hope so!” I said back, instantly embarrassed at how childish I sounded, even to myself. I turned around with my back against the wall, still panting. As I stood there naked from the waist down, my half-hard cock still visibly wet and shiny. I saw my neighbor looked at me, eyes wide.
“Oh, buddy,” he gushed. “She let you fuck her without a rubber? You lucky fuckin’ dog! Christ, you still covered in pussy! Still wet! Oh buddy…Oh please, please, let me taste that on your dick. Please! I never get to taste it anymore.”
The guy was wound up and manic. I felt sorry for him too, I was beginning to see he was older than I thought. Even though I was suffering from that post-orgasm depression, that “run-away-in-shame” feeling, the braggart in me was a bigger man than the ashamed me. I wanted to show off what he wanted to taste. I think I may have even put a little John Wayne swagger in the 2 steps it took to move from one gloryhole to the other. My cock was waning below half hard now, so I lifted it with my fingers and fed it through the hole to the older man.
Feeling him gobble up my softening penis like a greedy horny old pervert, whining in intoxicated pleasure at the ripe pungent scent and taste of a young woman’s vagina, was one of the most soothing and comforting feelings I’d ever experienced. I was only expecting him to lick [and suck] my penis clean, until the flavor wore off like gum. How naïve was I at that age? Of course, my cock began growing again, quickly returning to its fully erect state! He tenderly fellated me too, but with the diligence of someone repaying a debt. He mewled and whimpered as he wallowed in his olfactory fueled memories of sex with women, in his younger years.
He was one of the sad brand of bisexual men, older now, feeling defeated or at least unwanted by women. Years later I would learn from bisexual men like him, that instead of simply celebrating their homosexuality as a matter of practical survival, they go on instead feeling like half a man. Incomplete.
For me, all I knew at that moment was that he wasn’t stopping! I stood there naked from the waist down, hugging the flat wall once again. I wouldn’t have been surprised when another man replaced my little hooker in the booth [now] behind me. He began jacking off just loud enough to hear. He moaned a little bit as he watched my ass flex and pucker, when I squirted another load into the old man’s mouth. I was offered yet another oral favor by the new guy, but I was done. The “run-away-in-shame” instinct was bearing down on me now. But I knew even way back then that this was a visit I’d remember forever.
Memory #8 – Finally give back to the community – Antioch, Illinois
I’ve tried so hard to remember the landmarks and time stamps that could help confirm exactly when this event occurred. I think the amount of time that elapsed between my first arcade cruising experience, and this particular day is important for me to acknowledge. But alas I cannot pinpoint it. Memory is so flawed and malleable, and even impressionable. My best guess is around 3 years. 3 years from my first arcade session in Mundelein, to this day. Almost 3 years since my first gloryhole encounter with Big Red in Antioch. [I later changed his pet name to Big Red, you’ll find out why later!]
Over those 3 years I’d made many deposits in Red’s mouth and countless others. But I still had yet to suck another man’s cock in any kind of anonymous cruising circumstances. I still don’t understand what took me so long. I sucked many dicks before I turned 18. You don’t want to know how young I was when I learned! [Well apparently about 30% of you really, really do!] But then as now, performing oral sex on a man is one of my 2 most favorite things to do in the whole world! There was some barrier for me, like a threshold of intimacy I couldn’t cross. Maybe like kissing is to prostitutes.
Maybe it was the traumatizing words of my cruising mentor on the train years ago. That whole image of penises covered in poop and smegma haunted me. It was like any penis I didn’t know personally was “stranger danger”? But now I really wanted to start giving, not just receiving. I was fantasizing more and more about sucking great big ethnically diverse dicks. At that stage in my life, as a bisexual man, I would have been fantasizing more about cock than pussy, except that men never get as much as they want. [Shame on you, girls!]
I had long decided that Red was going to be my first, that felt somehow symetrical to me. I even went to the Antioch arcade three times looking for him and waiting. His pale ginger complexion was part of my obsession. I’d once seen an uncircumcised pale ginger man fucking a woman up close, in a German porn magazine as a kid. The delicate pink accents and the overall look of his penis was beautiful. Slightly vaginal even. I know that was ringing like a bell in my head.
I also wanted to show Red my style of cock-sucking. I know I wanted to show off for him, but I also wanted to plant seeds of reconsideration in his head. That flooded wet-mouth style made for such a disappointing ending, I wanted to make sure that he knew what 80% slippery-friction and 20% suction felt like, all the way to the end! [I was very young, I thought I knew everything.]
When the day came that I finally spotted his curly mop of red hair through a gloryhole, I was very excited, and very nervous. My strategy was going to be to charge in and suck him off first! I didn’t want any cloud of post-orgasm depression to sap my energy or inspiration, before I showed him what I could do. But that didn’t go so well.
I was so nervous and stalling, I even tried whispering small talk through the hole. Eventually he just put his open mouth right into the hole and began lewdly darting his tongue into my booth space, begging me to get on with our usual routine! So, I did. For the first time ever, I put my flaccid, little worm, into his mouth, utterly ashamed. [I‘m a grower, not a shower]. I was so nervous that I’d developed no erection from the normal anticipation for sex. Apparently, that turned him on immensely! He moaned and whined in appreciation as I slowly grew and grew in his mouth. My confidence returned. His enthusiasm made me cum pretty fast. Again, this wasn’t what I expected.
After he finally swallowed and released me from his mouth, I knew it was now or never! I got down on my knees on the dirty floor in the awkwardly small space in front of the immovable chair, directly in front of the gloryhole. I spoke directly through the hole, my lips inside it, and said, “Can I return the favor? Please?”
There was an excruciating silence, a painful pause before his lips appeared again in the hole. “I thought you’d never ask!” Then he stood up with his pink and red and pale cream white penis already out of his pants and hard as a rock! OMG?! As that thing came through the hole, it looked like a missile being elevated up from its silo underground. He was larger than I’d dreamed.
And it was breathtakingly beautiful! The shaft was mostly white as milk, but his swollen head was two-toned, part red and part pink. His fluffy circumcision collar had streaks of bright pink in it, making it look particularly labial…vaginal. [Life is complicated for bisexual men.] I didn’t think it would ever stop extruding from the hole. I must have been dialed down to slow motion at that moment. But then I saw the tuft of strawberry curls, muffle the hold closed on the other side!
I’m sure I was pie-eyed, mouth open in a shocked smile. I took his head into my mouth and clamped my lips down just below his fluffy collar. I flooded the torpedo tube with saliva and began working on the top with a hint of suction and bobbing up and down below the head. Basically, I was just jerking him off with my lips instead of fingers.
Simultaneously I massaged his shaft with both hands. I dug down under his shaft with my fingers, asking for his balls to come over and play. These holes were just big enough for that. His scrotum came tumbling through looking like a big pink balding old man with sparse strands of strawberry curls all over it. I gently held and fondled his testes with my left hand, while I began subtly pumping his shaft as an extension of my mouth
Then I began “the breathing fish:” I gulped with lips pursed tightly, moving downward on his shaft only a quarter inch at a time. You have to lubricate the new dry skin as you move down, expanding the depth of penetration into my face. Then further, and further. Now I had almost the top half of his long, thick creamy cock lubricated and sliding freely in and out of my mouth and throat.
This was about as far as I could go, at least in this position, kneeling upright. The head of his cock pushed past my uvula and into my throat every time I moved my down stroke on his pole. Now I just face fucked him as well as I knew how! I concentrated on firm friction, holding his shaft between my lips like the tightest ass you ever fucked! But also keeping it wet and slippery, and punctuating my strokes with moments of firm suction, just as my lips came up under his collar. Stimulating but never directly touching the head of his cock. Only through his foreskin.
So far, I think my entire performance was only a few minutes long, but it could have been much longer. I get lost in those moments, time out of mind.
I heard Red say something, but I didn’t make out what it was. Should I stop and ask? Was something wrong? He wasn’t pulling his cock away from me, so I kept going full throttle. Then Splash! Red sprayed ropes of hot liquid down my throat, again and again! The sheer volume of it amazed me. I began humming and moaning my encouragement, while also letting some giggles of surprise escape from me. I had to deliberately swallow several times, while I now heard him chanting, “Oh Baby! Oh Baby!”
Immediately I [secretly] declared a win for the home team! There was no way Red would cum so fast if my cock sucking wasn’t….good? Oh, my god, am I really so competitive? When I’m doing it, all my thrills are from giving pleasure. But in the aftermath, I guess I’m still insecure. In any event, I would suck Red’s cock many, many more times! We would go on to do more, including a room at the cheap motel next door. We even picked up a kid at the arcade once and brought him to that hotel.
The important thing was, the whole point of that experience being immortalized on my timeline of red-letter days, was the fact that I finally started giving. And I’ve never stopped. After that I quickly moved to equal time, giving vs receiving. Eventually I moved toward more giving than receiving, but I suspect that’s common as we age. As a mature man I began every visit by offering my services to every taker. I usually didn’t stick my dick through the hole, until someone like me asked. Someone who also adored sucking dick and making strangers cum! Again, this was an important fork in the road.
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