Glory Hole Trap (part 10)
A bigoted homophobe thinks that he can harass gay people, until one day he is at their mercy and finds his life completely changing. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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I awoke on Monday next to Marsha. It had begun to feel very normal to wake up next to her and I looked forward to our relationship growing. I kissed Marsha's lips and then her nipples, and then moved down to her clitty. I had only done this a few times, but had really grown to love doing it. I took her into my mouth and lovingly sucked her as she squirmed beneath me. I loved the way she ran her fingers through my hair as I brought her closer to climax. The feel of her hard clitty in my mouth was incredible, and I welcomed the orgasm to come.
Soon she climaxed, giving me her girl juice. I held her juice in my mouth as I got up to shave and shower. As I washed I was so thankful for my dear Marsha. As I finished drying off, I swallowed Marsha's juice and brushed my teeth.
I kissed Marsha and urged her to get up, since she had to work as well. I told her I would prepare breakfast while she got ready for work. I went into the kitchen and made Eggs Benedict.
I took a cup of coffee to Marsha and left it on the sink in the bathroom. Seeing her in the shower certainly was distracting, and if I were not already dressed and cooking breakfast I would probably jump in with her.
Marsha turned off the water and reached for a towel, seeing me watching. "Like what you see?" she asked.
"Most certainly," I said, "and look forward to holding you in my arms – but dry off first."
I returned to the kitchen and continued breakfast. As I began to dish it up, Marsha entered the kitchen, dried off, but completely naked!
I set down a plate and took her into my arms, running my hands over her back and then squeezing her soft round buns. Kissing her, I suggested that we do something special tonight, and asked her to think about what she might like.
We had breakfast and discussed some possibilities for tonight. Marsha said she would plan dinner and desert if I would plan an activity out together. I agreed.
We went to work and I thought about how wonderful my life was, thanks to Marsha. Even with the humiliation and blowjobs, Marsha made my life truly incredible.
At work, I took a few minutes to check on local entertainment events. There was a performance at a local jazz bar, which sounded nice. We both enjoyed jazz, so I called and obtained information on the time. No tickets were needed, just a cover charge at the door.
When I got home I found Marsha already preparing dinner. Marsha had stopped and picked up groceries on the way home and was already cooking. She asked me to open a bottle of White Merlot from the refrigerator, and to measure out two cups. "The rest is for us," she said.
I poured us a couple of glasses which we enjoyed together. It wasn't really white, but a light red, but not as dark as regular Merlot – and better tasting. Marsha was making the French dish coq a vin, which is chicken with wine. I told Marsha about the Jazz bar after dinner and she loved the idea.
I had always thought that French cooking was really complicated, and sometimes that's the case, but this only took half an hour. I enjoyed cooking with Marsha – doing almost anything together with her was welcomed.
After dinner we cleaned up the dishes and got ready to leave. Marsha slipped off her panties and told me I would have unhindered access tonight. I smiled with anticipation.
We arrived at the jazz bar and paid the cover charge. We chose seating that allowed us to sit very close – Marsha wanted to be sure I used my "unhindered access".
We enjoyed the music, with my hand up Marsha's dress much of the time. I really enjoyed holding her clitty, and pictured it as she hardened in my hand. I thought about how different intimacy was with a girl like Marsha, but found that I really liked it.
Adhering to Marsha's wishes, I took care in my fondling not to make her cum, because she wanted to do that privately with me.
We enjoyed the performance for a time and then left. While driving home, I asked, "When do you think I will be blowing men?"
"First you will need to practice and develop your skills," said Marsha, "which is something I'm supposed to work with you on – but I didn't want to rush you – yesterday was pretty rough on you."
"So what did you have in mind to grow my skills?" I asked.
"Well, I was going to suggest that you suck at a glory hole. That way you can suck in private and remain anonymous," she explained.
"Could you be there with me?" I asked.
"I can, if you want," she replied, "but I didn't know if you would want me to see."
"If I have to suck cock," I said, "I don't want to sneak around behind your back to do it."
"I'll be there with you if you want," she said, "when would you like to start?"
"When could I?" I asked.
"Now if you like," she said.
"Now?" I asked, "how could I do that?"
"The adult book store you were at is less than a mile away," she said, "We can go and spend half an hour and then go home."
I agreed and we drove to the store. The parking lot was nearly full – I imagined that a bunch of guys were there for a blowjob on the way home from work. I was incredibly nervous. The last time I was here I was planning to make a guy blow me, but this time I was going to be doing the sucking.
We walked to the counter and Marsha said, "he's here to suck."
The guy at the counter said, "welcome, suckers are free – go to any even numbered booth."
We entered the arcade area and chose the only unoccupied even numbered booth.
There was no movie screen, since this booth was for suckers. I knelt at the hole and Marsha stood next to me.
She whispered to me, "put your fingers in the hole and motion the guy to come through."
I did so, and soon a medium sized, white cock emerged. I took it in my hand and stroked, as Marsha reminded me, "you're here to suck"
I took him into my mouth and sucked for a little while, but the guy must have been really horny because he came quickly. It had the now-familiar strong taste, which I swallowed as he pulled out of my mouth and back through the hole.
I turned to Marsha and said, "that wasn't so bad."
Marsha urged me on as the next cock came through the hole. I was longer than the first, but thinner. As I sucked I found that it was easier to run my tongue around it. When I brought my mouth close to the wall his cock reached the back of my throat, starting to gag me.
Recalling how I had face-fucked guys, making them gag, I realized that I had control of that on this side of the wall. I tried pressing my head forward, in a controlled manner, feeling his cock head in the back of my mouth without gagging.
Whenever I felt his cock head reach the back of my mouth I heard him moan, so he must be liking it. I did it a few more times and felt his hot load spraying into my mouth.
I was learning that there was a lot of variety in cocksucking – not just sucking alone!
He pulled out and Marsha asked if I was doing ok, and I nodded. Another cock came through the hole. This one was short, reminding me of Marsha's clitty, so I imagined that I was sucking a girl. I sucked eagerly, and soon I was swallowing their cum as well.
The next cock was medium sized, but with a huge mushroom head. When I took him into my mouth, I found that the head nearly filled my mouth. I didn't have much room to move my tongue around that huge head, but did what I could. Even though he was huge, he still fit into my mouth in a way that made me think the cocks and mouths seemed to be made to fit together.
I continued to suck several more cocks before Marsha said, "that's probably enough for now."
"How did you feel about sucking there?" she asked.
"I liked the privacy," I said.
"But what about the sucking?" she asked.
"It was ok – I know I need to learn," I said.
"You didn't like sucking them?" she asked, "not even a little?"
"I'm doing it because I have to," I said, secretly realizing that I was glad I did. I told myself that it was skill-building, but in my heart accepting that I liked it a little.
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