The Gloryhole Waiting Room, part 4
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Pete: Bill and I usually have lunch on Mondays. We always do this after a shoot, to talk about what went well and what could be changed. Personally, I didn't think anything needed discussing in that regard. And I was pretty sure that Bill would agree with me. Kevin was a pro by all counts. The guys in the waiting room were crazy about him, I knew the subscriber numbers had to be up, and there was nothing to be critiqued about Kevin's technique and approach at the glory hole. The kid was a savant. Seeing that cute face pressed against the studded leather hole, servicing guy after guy--who wouldn't be turned on by that?
There was one thing that I wanted to talk to Bill about though. Personally, I was getting a small cut of the enterprise. It made sense. After all, Bill owned the property with the hole, he owned the cam equipment, he set up a website. It was really his business. And I was happy to be his assistant. This was work I really believed in. We were making hundreds if not thousands of guys really happy. And we were also helping this new kid learn about himself and explore his sexuality.
So I wasn't going to ask for a raise. But I had an idea. And if Bill went for it, it would mean that I could do more coordination work and potentially make more money. My idea was this. Kevin had agreed to work one day a week, on Saturdays. The demand for him to continue, I'm sure, was huge. We would definitely have that weekly three-hour slot for him. But as the weekend wound up and I was thinking about this business meeting with Bill, another idea came into my head. And before I say what it is, I will just say that a big part of it was simply inspired by watching Kevin. His enthusiasm for the work even after three hours straight of sucking cock was astounding. I thought that even seasoned cocksuckers would be tired at that point. But not Kevin. His love for all dick, mixed with his desire to please, made him indefatigable.
We were supposed to wrap up filming at 3:00 PM. But when I paged Bill and said that there were still three guys left, and I knew that they would be really disappointed if we closed up, Bill checked with Kevin. Kevin immediately presented an option, one that I thought was brilliant. He asked if the three guys could all step into the alcove, beat off, and then cum through the hole. He said he would keep his mouth open on the chin rest for anyone who wanted to occasionally stick it in. Of course all three guys were happy with this arrangement. Since Kevin couldn't necessarily see the cockheads, I wondered if he was able to tell the difference or taste the difference between each guy. Each guy took turns sticking his johnson in the kid's mouth a handful of times while the others were jerking.
Finally the first guy came, shooting slightly left of the hole but through it. This angle made a lot of his sperm wind up on the right side of Kevin's cheek. The next guy set stepped up directly to the hole and came straight in the kid's mouth. And then the third guy stepped up almost immediately after that and poor Kevin ended up with a string of semen dripping from his nose. But he did what he needed to do. He gently lifted that string of semen from his nose and brought it to his lips and mouth. He then thanked the three guys profusely through the hole, even though he couldn't see who they were.
Each of them laughed as they pulled up their jockstraps and underwear. Anytime kid, one of them said. After those guys left, I locked up the waiting area and then went over to the other side. When I got there, Kevin was still seated in the secretarial chair. He had this look of serene happiness on his face, though I do have to say he looked worse for wear. He essentially looked like what you would imagine with almost 50 men using his mouth for target practice. Many of them were good shots, but a lot of them missed their mark. He had streaks of cum in his hair, down his cheek, and then several squirts on his shirt. Bill was prepared for this, and had a shirt that Kevin could change into as well as some stuff for him to clean up with in the bathroom. Of course Bill couldn't drop him off at home in this condition.
My mind wandered back too that last instant, with the three guys. If it wasn't for me seeing that last scene, I'm not sure that I would have come up with this idea. But I started to think the next day, it's a long time between Saturdays. We basically had a whole week of this poor kid not getting a chance to work. And he clearly loved working. The other thing I thought about is that a lot of guys in school have a part time job. And they don't just work it for three hours on a Saturday. A lot of them take a night shift during the week. Now what I was thinking was not to film Kevin during the week. I was pretty sure I knew what Bill would say about that, and I agree with him. That's what you might call oversaturation. Which is kind of funny when you think about this situation...
But anyway, once a week was enough to satisfy our subscribers. But the thing was, I was pretty sure that there were a number of viewers who might like to do more than just watch. There were probably also a number who would be happy to do more than just show up once on a Saturday for the video. This was especially true as we had more and more men volunteering to come on Saturday. Bill had texted me the day before and said that it looked like we were going to have to schedule guys out for three-week intervals. That's how popular Kevin had become.
And so I hatched a plan that I decided to present the Bill at our Monday lunch. What if we set up a situation with Kevin where we would rent him out to groups of guys. Of course, I would have to go and be a chaperone for him. I would want to ensure that only the things that were agreed upon were done to the poor kid. But I was specifically imagining a certain scenario. I knew that a lot of guys fantasized about surrounding a young oral bottom and taking turns ejaculating in his mouth and on his face. This was a lot like what we were doing with the glory hole, though it was slightly different. It was less about Kevin giving a blowjob and more about being at the center of all of these guys jacking off. And then when they climaxed, when they came, they would step forward and just do it on his face or in his mouth. What if we checked in with the groups of guys and offered Kevin for this purpose?
I thought that the pay structure might look somewhat different. Some guy would have to agree to host. And then Bill and I could charge $50 for each cock that showed up. I would get $20 and Bill would get $20, and Kevin would get $10. It really wasn't a bad deal for a young guy who was trying to save for college. I figured if we could set something like this up with 20 or 30 guys, Kevin would walk away from a couple hour experience with another $200 or $300. And of course, Kevin would get another couple of hours of practice, doing what he loves the most. I spent yesterday writing all of this into a business proposal. And I took a deep swallow as I pulled into the diner where Bill and I would have lunch. I was a little nervous about doing a business presentation. But I had a feeling that Bill would at least hear me out, though I didn't know whether he would go for it.
Bill: I have to say I really appreciate Pete's entrepreneurial spirit. And I was really glad that he took the initiative to bring the proposal to me. I've often thought that I'd like Pete to take more of a role in the company, but he rarely seemed to take initiative. He was often pretty submissive to me. And while that's something I don't mind from another guy in the bedroom or at the glory hole, it is something that I wished Pete would work on in our business relationship.
All of that being said, I just wasn't sure about this idea. Kevin had just had his first run and it was a huge success. A part of me didn't want to mess that up. And I thought that there were a couple of things that could go wrong here. At the glory hole, I had control over the situation. When Kevin and I would walk into the room, I would lock the door behind me. Even if a guy accidentally wandered to the wrong side and tried to get in, he couldn't. And the thing I knew about groups of rowdy horny guys is that they can start to make bad decisions. And so I worried about this prospect.
So I told Pete that I would sleep on his proposal that night. The next morning I woke up and decided that I thought I was being too fatherly towards Kevin. There was a sense in which I felt responsible for the kid's sexual growth. I was the one who introduced him to all of this. But on the other hand, he's an adult. It's really up to him to make his decisions about these things. And so I thought that I would check in with him. I could start by just asking about how he's feeling about things, and then move on to this other suggestion. And what can I say. If he ends up being really enthusiastic about it, then I think it's my role to help facilitate this as another part of his growth. Based on who Kevin is and what he enjoys doing, a part of me thought that a bukakke would be a great next step for him. It would really help him feel empowered as a cocksucker and help to cement that identity for him.
Kevin: I was leaving the last class of the day, which happened to be chemistry. I couldn't help but spend most of the time staring at the instructor's package--I assumed it must be amazing. I wished he would show up to the hole.Of course, doing what I did on Saturday didn't change my shyness in real life. So I tried to mind my own business and keep a low profile.
As I was leaving gym class and walking out to the bus stop, I looked down at my cell phone. I saw that I had a message from Bill. It said, Hey kid, I just wanted to check in to see how you're doing. Do you have any time to chat tonight?
I dialed his number right away. You see, the way I thought about it, Bill was my boss. And I needed to be responsible and helpful and part of that was being punctual when he texted or called. He picked up after the second ring. I said, Hey Bill, it's Kevin, how are you?
He said, I'm just great kid. You have no idea how much of a star you are I bet. The guys online are going crazy over you. I still keep getting messages asking when you're going to be back.
I smiled at that and said I couldn't wait. Saturday couldn't come fast enough.
Bill then asked me what my favorite part was. And that was something that I had a lot of trouble answering. I thought about the biggest dicks, I thought about the little blasts of precum on my tongue, I thought about the most interesting cocks, I thought about how some guys like to passively let me do the work on their johnsons, and how other guys liked me too open my mouth on the chinrest and use their hips to fuck my throat. And then there was the cum! After I was leaving the shoot on Saturday, I tried to calculate how much cum I had swallowed. Bill told me that it was 48 guys who had cum in my mouth. I wasn't sure how much that meant by volume. All I knew was that I wasn't hungry for dinner that night. I felt full the rest of the day.
Bill said, Kevin, are you still there? And I realized that I had been trapped in daydreaming about the glory hole, which is basically what I had been doing all day. It wasn't the first time a teacher or someone else had asked what was going on with me. I said, Oh, sorry Bill, it was just a hard question, so much of it was my favorite it's sort of hard for me to say. But if I have to answer, I think it might have been those last three guys. I love the way all three of them stood there in front of my open mouth, and I had no idea which would shoot and from what angle. That might have been the hottest moment.
Bill seemed to pause when I said that, like he was thinking something. I hoped that I hadn't said the wrong thing or made him mad in some way. Instead, Bill said, I'm glad to hear that Kevin. Because that actually relates to something I want to ask you about. The thing is, over the last few days, Pete has reached out to a couple of men who organize groups. And one of these men, has expressed interest in this idea that Pete has. And so let me tell you what it is, and you don't have to respond today. And if this is not an interest to you both Pete and I will completely understand.
At this point I was really intrigued. I had no idea where this was going to go. Bill then asked me about a word that I had never heard of. He said, Kevin, have you ever heard of a bukkake? It sounds like a word from another language, I said, but no I had never heard it.
He said, well that's funny you say that, because it is actually Japanese. It comes from the Japanese culture. And basically it's when a group of men gather around a guy, and often the guy in the middle is younger than the rest of them, and they all stand around him and jack off. Then, once these guys are ready to climax, what they do is step forward. The young guy who is in the middle then looks up at the guy who is about to cum and opens his mouth. He gets a shot in his mouth and on his face. All of the guys watch as this is happening, and it usually makes them all really horny. And so usually it ends up being a pretty straightforward succession of one guy after the other ejaculating into the young guy's mouth.
So here's the thought that we had. A lot of guys your age have a part time job. And usually those are more than just a few hours on a Saturday. So this would be an opportunity for extra work. Pete and I were thinking that we could organize this for the middle of the week, maybe on a Wednesday. And then we would do what we could to ask one of these guys who are interested in hosting if he would coordinate this. He would call his network of guys. And all of the ones who come would pay a certain amount of money. And you would get a portion of that and Pete and I would get the other portion of it.
Now before you say anything, Kevin, the only other thing I want to mention to you is, sometimes guys in these situations get rowdy. And so, Pete will go with you and sort of act as your bodyguard. This is part of why he will get a cut of the money. So that's the whole proposal. Do you have any questions?
Once again, Bill had thrown me for a loop. It reminded me of that time in the car, that first time that I met him, when he introduced me to the idea of being filmed for money. I didn't have the slightest clue that was coming. And just like that time, I didn't have the slightest clue that this was coming. Now sure, a small part of me was a little bit concerned about the warning Bill gave at the end. But the other part of me, what I might call my heart of hearts, knew what the right decision was in this instance. The idea that I could make even more men happy, and that I would be at the center of all of these guys who were going to supply me with what I needed, there was just no way I could say no to that. I think Bill heard me smiling through the phone. Even though I hadn't said anything, he said, OK, Kevin, I'll ask Pete to start coordinating things.
Pete: Well, I had been really nervous about the business proposal. I wasn't great at taking initiative in work environments. And when Bill expressed initial skepticism at the idea, I had a lot of self-doubt. I thought, Wow, Bill might think that I'm greedy or even worse that I don't care about our biggest star. But when I got the call later the following day saying that Bill had talked to Kevin and that Kevin was definitely interested, all of my self-doubt went away.
But Bill also said a few other things. Bill said that he had his hands full with the cam business. Currently he was working on changing platforms for the site. And so he said, this part of the project and coordination is really on you, Pete. If you can make this succeed, then maybe the two of us can work more as partners in the future. But I have to say, on no uncertain terms, that you can't let me down with this, and even more importantly, you have got to make sure that nothing happens to Kevin.
By the end of the week, I had more or less worked out the details. I would pick Kevin up from campus and take him to get a late afternoon snack. Then, at 5:30, I would take him to Robert's house. Robert was one of the first guys that I asked. He also hosted one of the biggest groups. Robert's group was into all sorts of play, and often hosted sex parties on the weekend. Oftentimes, the party focused on one guy receiving from a bunch of tops.
When I showed him a picture of Kevin and described the scenario we were looking for, he didn't have to think about it at all. He said it would take him about a week to organize, but he could get at least 35 and maybe even up to 50 guys there next Wednesday. He said that the pay situation would be easy to accommodate. The only thing that he insisted upon is that there was also a box at the door for the men to put tips in. And he said that I had to promise that those would go directly to Kevin's college fund.
So Friday night, I called Kevin. Hey Kevin, it's Pete. Do you have a moment to talk? Kevin said, Hey Pete! Good to hear from you! Yeah I got a moment to talk! But hold on I'm gonna take a walk so that we can talk on the phone without me being overheard!
After a couple of moments and some rustling of a coat and some shoes, I imagined Kevin with his boyish face and curly blonde hair being tussled in the breeze as he walked up his street. A little bit breathlessly he said Hey, sorry about that.
I told him no problem at all. I just wanted to check in with you about a few things. So Bill has given me the responsibility of arranging the Wednesday job. And so I wanted to run a few details by you. Kevin said great, he was ready. He already let some of his friends know that he was working at a sausage place so no one would be surprised he was gone on Wednesdays too.
I laughed at that--I appreciated that the kid had a real sense of humor. I then told Kevin more of the details. I told him about Robert and the group that he was going to have over. I told him that we would get there at 5:30, and the men would start arriving at six. That way, Kevin would have time to meet Robert and get set up in the space. Now I had been to Robert's before for a party, so I knew what the setup would look like. Robert had a large living room with a tiled floor. He had a leather pad that he would bring out for Kevin to kneel on while the guys gathered around. I then asked Kevin, has Bill described to you what you'll be doing here? Kevin said, yeah, pretty similar to what I would be doing at the hole. Except Bill told me it would be less oral sex and more just keeping my mouth open to receive the guy's loads.
I laughed a little bit, and said, Yep, you have a pretty good idea. Kevin sounded a little bit breathless, Honestly Pete, I am not sure how you and Bill keep calling me with ways to make my dreams come true. And I thought the glory hole was the best thing that ever happened to me!
I told Kevin great. We arranged a pickup spot for next Wednesday a couple of blocks from the school. I then said to Kevin, Oh yeah kid, one last thing, Robert asked that you wear a black shirt and then bring another shirt of any color that you can wear after we're done. They're going to want to keep the black shirt. You'll see why after it's over. Kevin said that would be no problem.
Kevin: Pete was a super nice guy. He really did what he could to take care of me and make sure I had everything I needed. When I got into the car, he had a bottle of water for me. And then he took me to a nearby diner to get a small milkshake. It struck me that I would be drinking a lot of milk this evening. We chatted it up for a little while, and I realized that he was trying to ease my nerves. At this point, I had worked the glory hole for two days. And while I was now pretty comfortable with the idea of guys using my mouth, this whole bukakke thing was a new experience for me. I definitely felt some butterflies. But when I reminded myself what the situation was, and started to visualize myself in the middle of that circle of men who were pleasuring themselves, the butterflies immediately started to subside. While I had some nerves, I was mostly just excited. I was thinking about this as I lifted the straw out of the milkshake. A few drops of my vanilla shake accidentally splattered on my black T-shirt. Pete smiled at this, like he knew something I didn't. I was still wondering why I had to wear a black T-shirt, and even more perplexed about why they were going to keep it. But I figured I would find out soon enough, and so I didn't bother pestering Pete about it.
I checked my watch, I realized that it was 5:15. We had to be at Robert's place at 5:30 and so I asked Pete if we should get going. Pete said yeah, we're going to need to get going. But there is something I wanna cover with you first. So there is a rule here, sort of like there are rules at the glory hole. There's fewer of them here, but both you and the guys need to remember what they are. The one you need to remember is that if a guy is climaxing and about to come, you need to turn towards him and open your mouth so that he can shoot inside. It's really important that you make sure to do that for every guy because that's what they're paying for, that's why they're here. And, you also need to know you're not here to do anything more than that. Robert knows that and he has informed the other guys of this. But just in case somebody gets aggressive, remember what your role is and I'll make sure that the guys remember what theirs is. OK, Are you ready to go?
It only took about 10 minutes to get to Robert's house. I was honestly amazed. My family was solidly middle class, and we lived in a house with three bedrooms. I think that Robert's must have dozens of bedrooms. We pulled up into the circular drive and parked. We were the first ones there.
Pete and I walked up to the door and rung the doorbell. At this point I was getting more nervous. The butterflies were coming back. When the door opened, I saw a muscular, hairy guy wearing a leather police cap, a harness, black boots, and a black jock strap. He had a handsome masculine face framed with a well-groomed beard. I honestly found him very sexy. He stepped forward to slap me on the shoulder and said, Kevin, hi, I'm Robert. I can't tell you how excited I am to have you here at the party!
He then turned to Pete and said, Hey Pete, good to see you again man. I'm really glad that you both came early. I'd love to show you around a little bit. He took us upstairs and showed us some of the different bedrooms. The first one had a sling and a black light. It had some leather chairs too. He smiled and said, so this is our first room, what I call our sling room. Our men's group sometimes likes to have a bottom over and we all take turns with him. A look of worry must have crossed my face because he quickly put his hand on my shoulder and said, Hey, don't worry kid. That's not the end that our dicks are going to go in tonight. He then put his thumb up to my lips and traced a circle around them while groping his jock with his other hand. Frankly, I can't wait to get my load in there.
OK, he said. Let's show you where we're going to do this. We then went downstairs to the right. There were two large doors that opened to a room that were closed. Robert stopped us before we opened them. He said, OK, you know how I said that I needed a week to organize this? Well, part of it is that I had this idea in mind. Once I watched the video of you at the hole, I kind of wanted to do something special for you and for the guys. I have a guy who constructs different toys for me. So this is going to be a little bit different than what we talked about, but it will still basically be in the spirit of a bukakke.
Robert then pushed the doors open and we walked onto the tiled floor. Just as Pete had described, there was a huge room. All of the furniture had been moved to the edges. But in the center was not just the leather pad that I would be kneeling on. Instead, there was something very curious. It looked like a wooden box that was large enough for a person to kneel inside. As I walked up closer to it, I saw that it was polished dark wood. And on each side of the box was a hole about the size of a baseball. On one side of the box, there was a handle and a latch. The box was maybe 3 1/2 by 3 1/2 feet, and maybe 4 1/2 feet high. It was just big enough for someone to kneel inside. Robert said go ahead and open it up. I grabbed a hold of the handle and pulled it. Inside there was a comfortable leather pad.
Pete seemed to have a look of curiosity on his face, he clearly wasn't expecting this. But he also didn't seem to be opposed to it.
Robert had a big grin, I think he was enjoying opening up my sexual world just a little bit more. Robert said, so here's the deal Kevin. What I'm thinking is that, since you are really known for your work at the glory hole, tonight we will play to your strengths. I know it will really excite the guys. So you will kneel inside of the box. You can look through the holes and see the guys stroking their dicks. It will be a little bit different than a glory hole, because I won't be having the guys step forward to receive a blowjob. Instead, they will only step forward when they are ready to come.
Now the other thing that you need to know about me and the group is that we are fond of games. And so I've devised a bit of a game for you tonight. And what's the fun of the game if there's not a bit of a wager. That black shirt that you're wearing, your goal is to keep it as clean as possible. And so each time a guy steps up to one of the holes, you need to do everything you can to get as much of his sperm inside of your mouth. At the end of the night, you'll come out of the box and the guys will vote on whether you succeeded in swallowing most of what they had to offer. They'll know because of how your shirt looks. A few other things to think about. If a guy is coming up and puts his dick through the hole, you can just bring your mouth to the head of his dick. But if a guy is a couple of inches away from the hole, then you're going to want to press your face to the hole and open your mouth as wide as possible. Remember, it's OK to get it on your face, you just don't want to get it on your shirt.
My mind was racing. Part of me had never imagined something so incredible. I mean, guys really did this sort of play? And they wanted to do it with ME? Robert didn't have to ask me twice. Honestly, I couldn't wait to get into the box. I knew that would be happening pretty soon, too, because the clock was ticking down. I was trying to think if I had any questions. And all I could do was come up with one.
I said Robert, Well I do have a question. What if two guys shoot their loads through the holes at the same time? Like what if one guy shoots through the hole right in front of my face, and the other one shoots through the hole behind me? Robert reached out and tussled my floppy blonde hair. He smiled and said, sounds like you're starting to figure out how tough this game is gonna be. The only thing I can tell you is to do your best kid.
Pete seemed to like the idea and gave me a wink.
I looked back at Robert and said OK, I definitely want to try to meet the challenge. Robert walked over to the box and opened up the side. He said that the guys will start arriving any minute now, and it would be best if I went ahead and got ready. He asked me to strip down to my briefs and my black shirt. He then said, Oh, and Kevin, when the guys found out that it was you from the video who was going to be here today, I went way over the expected number of guys. Sixty eight said that they would be here today.
I was in a daze as I handed Robert my pants. My 5-inch dick was tenting my briefs as I crouched down inside the box. Robert went ahead and closed it. It was really well designed. I was quite comfortable inside of it and my face came right up to the hole. I turned left and right and was able to easily see through each of those holes, so I figured it would be really quite easy to turn my head if a guy stepped up to one of those. The only one that was a little bit of a challenge was the one behind me. I turned and tried to reach it with my mouth and couldn't quite make it. I just hoped not too many guys would step up to that one, because it didn't seem totally fair. I would really want to try to win the game, but it would be awkward at best to get my mouth to align with the dick that was coming through that hole behind me.
Through one hole, I saw Pete go to take his place in the corner. Through another, I saw Robert walk back through the foyer. His hairy ass was framed by his jockstrap, and I was getting more and more excited at the prospect of him coming back, other guys in tow, and circling around the box. The was the last thought I had before I heard the doorbell ring.