Kurt decided to stop off at the edge of town's adult store before heading home from working the construction site all day. It wasn't his usual stop, but it had been a while since he'd felt the warmth and soft velvet wetness of a willing mouth, so he decided to try his luck at one of the glory holes. He was concerned about his hygiene, as he had been working all day, could smell his own musk, knew his hairy crotch was sticky with sweat, but knew that some guys were into it, so he said, "fuck it", and pulled into the crowded parking lot.
Once inside, Kurt paid the twelve dollar, cash-only fee, and started to make his way down the hallway to the back of the building. The rear of the store had been turned into a maze of halls with cubbies and partitions, with some closet-like rooms with doors. There were a couple saw horse type structures in the center of the room, with a single, red spotlight barely illuminating just the middle of the room. Kurt walked down the first hall, hearing muffled moans from behind curtains, partitions, and doors, knowing that there were definitely some willing holes to be filled. As he rounded the first corner, a skinny, younger guy was standing about half-way down that hallway, leaning against the wall, wearing no shirt, just some grimy looking used-to-be white basketball shorts. Kurt could tell he was pretty much hairless due to the gleam of either sweat, lube, or cum that was smeared across his bare chest, barely lit by the hint of the red light from above in the distance. As he got closer, Kurt saw that the guy was at the entrance of what would be one of the closet-like rooms with a door. It was back-to-back room, with a single wall between, offering only a single, worn, smooth hole about three feet up from the floor. Someone must have climaxed, because Kurt's flirtatious smirk was interrupted by a long, loud burst of growling moans. Kurt quickly looked the skinny guy up and down, then ducked in to the closet, shutting the door behind him.
Once inside, it was a bit cramped, but Kurt had just enough room to find his bearings, take a breath, listen to the sounds of pleasure all around him, and realized he too had began to get excited, feeling his bulge press against his white briefs, inside his dirty work pants. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he could see a single finger running itself against the smooth edges of the hole cut in the partition. Kurt undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, slid down his zipper, and pushed his pants down his thick, hairy thighs, past his knees, all the way to the filthy floor. His belt made a "clink" when it hit the floor, and he heard the skinny guy say "uhh, yes sir". He knew he was visible to the skinny guy, through the glory hole, so he took a minute and rubbed his thickening, growing cock through his underwear. He wanted to show off a bit before getting serviced. Once fully erect, hard as rock, and throbbing with anticipation, Kurt finally pushed down his briefs, showing off his hairy legs, furry ass crack, and thighs. He was ready.
Kurt pressed his body against the wall, squatting ever-so slightly, to adjust for his height, positioning himself right at the hole. He could feel the air blowing through the hole, and he enjoyed the welcome coolness, knowing his sack was hanging low, being so hot throughout the workday. He almost immediately felt a soft touch from the tender hand of the skinny guy next door. The soft, unworked hand ran itself down Kurt's balls, ending in a nice cupping up of his hot, full sack. His dick pulsed as his balls were held ever so softly. As his nuts were lifted gently, Kurt could feel his taint being pulled, and he moaned. Once his sack was lowered, his throbbing cock slipped right through the glory hole. Even though it wasn't touching anything, just knowing his dick had just penetrated a hole of any kind nearly made him weak-kneed. Kurt moaned again, knowing the softest feeling he felt against the very tip of his cock was the skinny guy's opened mouth and lips. The velvety warmth of his wet mouth was now, again, not too-far forgotten. It had been a while since he'd been serviced, but not long enough to completely forget how fucking fantastic a willing tongue really felt. As the guy pressed further along his shaft, Kurt moaned louder, pressing himself hard against the wall, allowing all his length to be received by the cocksucker on the other side.
Kurt felt his cock being swallowed by the skinny guy, and he moaned again. He was talented with his tongue, massaging the entire underneath side of Kurt's dick as he sucked deeper and harder. There was definitely no hand action. This skinny dick sucker was a real pro, using only his mouth, tongue , and throat to envelope Kurt's girthy cock. When the guy came up for air, he said, "thank you sir" and "more, please sir". Kurt moaned again, "that's right" "suck me" "now". He was again shown immense pleasure as the skinny guy throated his entire length again. He wanted to enjoy every moment of it, but with the talent of this willing little slut, and the moans of all the other guys around him, Kurt could feel the start of his ejaculate forming deep in his contracting balls. His heavy nuts were very willing now to churn out a thick sticky rope of cum. Kurt withdrew his cock from the hole, and saw a string of pre-cum stringing from the skinny guy's bottom lip. Kurt needed more.
Kurt decided to untie his utility boots, untying them, loosening them from his sore feet. He peeled each boot away from their assigned foot, placed them against the wall of his closet, and then removed his pants and underwear. He scrunched his pants and briefs up against the wall, and pulled each hot sock off, placing them atop his smelly heap. He was now free. Kurt leaned down and told the skinny guy to "unlock his door, come out, and meet him in the middle of the room, under the red light".
Kurt walked out, bottom-ass nude, and made his way across the hall to the center of the room. There were other guys out, milling about, and it made Kurt even hotter, knowing they were watching him. Seeing his thick, hairy thighs walking to one of the saw horse structures. His heavy cock was swinging, gently slapping each thigh with each stride. He felt more precum stringing across each thigh, as it got caught on his manly hairy legs. He heard the door open shortly after him, and knew the skinny guy was following behind. Taking a quick glance back, Kurt saw the skinny guy was completely naked; just skinny, hairless, and pale. Kurt waiting until he was close enough to touch, and then directed his willing subject to "straddle the saw horse". This gave Kurt a direct view of the skinny guy's little pink hole. The skinny guy looked back, over his shoulder, licked his two first fingers, and then reaching willingly, rubbed his spit across his tight hole. He then pulled open his white cheeks, showing his completely open, available fuck hole. Kurt moved closer, pressing his rough, wide thumb against his pale pink button. The skinny guy moaned and pressed harder against Kurt's hand. Now, all of this activity had drawn a small crowd of observers. Some fully dressed, and some partially nude, standing, watching, jerking, and encouraging. Encouraging Kurt to take him.
Kurt moved close to the guy, now fully straddled across this fuck-station. What he thought looked familiar, like a saw horse, was indeed a saw horse, but modified with some cushioning and wrapped in vinyl, allowing it's rider a bit of comfort, all while they remained spread eagle. Kurt knelt down on one knee and breathed in the scent of the skinny guy, taking in the sweetness of an already-lubed up ass. This guy really knew what he was there for. He brought his whore ass there with a mission -- cleaned out and lubed up, ready for action. Kurt pushed both cheeks open hard, opening that hole ever so slightly, and the guy moaned again. Kurt allowed his tongue to press softly against the top of the his crack, making the skinny guy's back arch and head swoon. Kurt then licked and stuck his tongue into the welcoming, little, hot hole. It was clear this was driving the skinny guy wild, as he bucked around and writhed with pleasure lying across the sex table. Kurt stood up abruptly, spit a nice wad into his hand, rubbed it down the head of his cock, and pressed it against the skinny guy's fuck hole. The skinny guy pressed hard against Kurt's member, and moaned a deep, long sigh as the fat, drippy head of Kurt's dick entered him. Kurt moaned too, feeling the tightness wrap around him, begging for more. He slid himself further and deeper inside his little slut, giving him all of himself, moaning with each inch. It was so soft, warm and tight, Kurt could barely take it. His balls contracted with pleasure as he pressed himself completely against the pale skin of the skinny guy's cheeks. He was truly balls-deep. Kurt began to pump his cock in and out of the the tightness that was laid out before him, feeling the burning in his thick hairy thighs. He'd be sore tomorrow, but not at sore as this guy he thought to himself. Kurt allowed himself to feel every feeling of pleasure his dick offered. He threw his head back and with both rough, worked hands on each soft, pale hip, began to thrust himself in and out. He moaned out a growl and two observers shot their load, not being able to withhold it any longer. Hearing Kurt's animal-like growl of a moan had just been too much for them. Synchronous sounds of pleasure from the guys watching were making Kurt and the skinny guy show off even more.
Kurt's thighs were burning like crazy, so he pulled out, quickly picked up the skinny guy from atop the saw horse, and placed him directly on the ground on his back. The skinny guy immediately, without instruction, pulled his legs up high, almost doing a full back-bend, showing off his loosened, now red, hole. Kurt wasted no time, allowing himself to fully fill the guy again. Kurt had both legs of the skinny guy atop one of his broad shoulders, with both arms down, push-up position, beside the skinny guy's head. He as pumping hard and fast, feeling every inch enter and exit that wet warm little ass. The skinny guy begged Kurt, "take it" "give it to me" "thank you sir". Kurt noticed the string of white cum across the skinny guy's stomach and chest, realizing he had made him cum, fucking only his g-spot. The skinny guy's prostate had taken all it could, releasing itself onto his pale stomach. Still yet, the skinny guy cried for more from Kurt. He took Kurt's hand and placed it across his throat, without asking directly, to be held down for the finale. Each breath was a gift, and Kurt was gentle, yet commanding, telling the skinny guy to "take it". His willing response of a strictured "more sir" and "yes please sir" gave Kurt all he needed to continue.
With such an audience, a willing bottom, the encouraging submissions, and every nerve ending on edge, Kurt knew he couldn't hold off for much longer. Each stroke was now stronger and harder, sending his brain the signal to explode. The skinny guy screeched out a "give me all of you sir" "breed me sir". That was it. Kurt knew it was now past the point of no return, so with a few hard punches from his pelvis into the skinny guy's butt, Kurt's cock filled to it's fullest girth, pulsing hard, broadening it's head deep inside his ass. Kurt growled out a deep moan and felt his seed explode out from his pulsing dick, deeply breeding the skinny guy. He pumped until every bit of his over-due load had been received. He lay across the skinny guy, keeping his cock inside, trying to catch his breath. His cock was still quivering inside and the skinny guy moaned again, feeling every inch still inside. Once recovered, Kurt raised himself up from the spent, skinny guy beneath him. Looking him directly in the eye, the skinny guy said, "thank you sir" "thank you sir". Kurt smirked and gave him the smallest quick kiss on the lips. Smacking his ass on the way up, Kurt stood, shook himself off, and directly walked back down the hall to the closet from which he came. There was no shame or sheepishness in his walk. Kurt had accomplished what he came for, and felt proud he had helped a few other guys out too. He redressed himself, lacing up each boot, finally standing, opened the door and walked out. Once seated in his truck again, he felt the wetness of the residual cum that had leaked out, and smiled. He was headed home, and looked forward to his next visit to the glory hole, whenever that may be.