Gloryhole Waiting Room, part 5
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Pete: I honestly thought that Robert's idea was perfect. I was a lot less worried with this arrangement. I still had this lingering fear that one of the guys might try to go too far with Kevin. Especially if they tried to force him into something that he wasn't ready for. I know that's a little bit strange to say about a guy who just took dozens of loads at a glory hole. But I had to remind myself that Kevin was still technically a virgin. I mean I know that that term's a little bit loose in the gay world. But Kevin had never had a guy mount him before. I had an abiding curiosity about that. Is that something the kid would be interested in? Is it something he might want from other men?
In any case, that was not why we were here tonight. And I certainly didn't want to introduce that into the mix. And so when Robert introduced his idea of the box, I was amazed at the ingenuity. And he was also aware of my concern about the guys, so maybe this was his way of assuaging my worries as well. And beyond that, it was just an incredibly hot idea. I looked at the box. I could see cute little Kevin's lips through one of the holes. And a lock of curly hair. God it was hot.
And the game was ingenious too. I don't know how Robert comes up with this stuff. But it's a little bit like the game that you play at carnivals. I think it's called whack-a-mole. Basically a mole comes up through one of the holes and the kid has to whack it down before it disappears. Well the game that Kevin was playing was a little bit different than that. When activity "popped up" in one of the holes in front of him, the expectation is that he would open up to receive it.
And then there was this other thing about it. I couldn't believe the number. Robert was able to get 67 guys. I figured it would take a little bit of time for guys to start to reach climax. But I bet that after a couple of minutes of standing in a circle around the box jerking, the first guy would take his Johnson out and shoot his sperm on Kevin. Hopefully the kid would be quick enough catch it. But even if not, it's not like that would stop the second guy, and then the third guy.
I tried to imagine what Kevin must be thinking in the box. If I had to guess, his mouth was watering. He was a total cock whore, so this must be heaven for him. And then I thought again about what he said earlier, that he started to tell his friends that he was working at a sausage joint. Boy did the kid have that right.
Kevin: I was kneeling in the box for a couple of minutes before I started to hear the guys talking in the other room. I wondered if this was a part of Robert's ruse, that he was stoking the tension not only of the guys but also of me. Well it was working on me.
There was something super vulnerable about being in this box. I just felt like a sitting duck. Or maybe a fish in a barrel. Once the guys came in and started shooting cum, it was going to be like shooting fish in a barrel. I could do my best to play goalie and block them with my face at the hole or my mouth on the head of a dick. But when it came right down to it, my chances of winning this game were sunk. There was a large clock on the wall and I looked up and saw that it was 9 minutes after six. I heard cars pulling up on the gravel, and I also noticed Pete turned around and looking through the curtains. I wondered how many cars were pulling up. I had stopped hearing the doorbell at this point, and assumed that Robert had just left it open because the guys were coming in. It kept getting louder and louder, and I found myself primed at the hole, itching with anticipation for the door to open.
Suddenly, I saw one of the wooden doors swinging open. And then the other. I then caught sight of the group that was packed into the foyer. It looked like it was absolutely about to burst with guys. A crowd like you would see at a football stadium as it was leaving and the game was done. But in terms of dress, it was more like they were in the football stadium locker room. It looked like a sea of guys wearing jockstraps and briefs. I thought about how this was another dream for me: I had always wanted to be kneeling in what looked like a locker room.
Robert stepped forward through the doors. He said, Gentleman, I'm so glad that you made it tonight. Most of you have seen our playmate tonight, even though he hasn't seen most of you. His videos are great, aren't they? The men started applauding at that, and I blushed.
Now as you know, Kevin feels most comfortable at a glory hole. And if you've seen the movie as many times as I have, you'll know that he's pretty much a master of it. And so I had a toy built for us tonight, I'm calling it the glory hole box. Inside of this box little Kevin is kneeling. And what you'll see is that there are four holes, one on each side. We are going to play a game with Kevin tonight. The game is for him to try to catch and swallow as much of your cum as he can. If he can swallow most of it and come out with a clean shirt, then he's going to win the game. So you may try to help the kid by timing your orgasm to come in his mouth. Or, you might wanna play a little bit competitive and try to hit his shirt. However you play, Kevin is about to get a lot of dick through the glory hole. Let the games begin.
Eduardo: Bill sent the message that I could come back to the glory hole for Kevin to service me in three weeks. Three weeks! I was incredibly disappointed. Well maybe for a minute. Because I pretty quickly realized that they don't keep track of who's coming and going at the gloryhole waiting room. And so pretty much in the middle of Kevin's shift, I just slipped in. Nobody said anything. Pete even saw me, and I think he noticed, and just winked at me. Even if it took a little bit of deception, I wasn't gonna lose my chance to play "hide the sausage" in the kid's mouth. Kevin was incredible at that game. I mean most of the guys, after I rammed him a few times at the glory hole, would pull back a bit. Try to catch their breath. But not Kevin. If I told him I wanted his chin glued to that chin rest, he would keep it there until the very end. And then the poor kid. I knew he was really struggling with trying to steady my penis once I started cumming. It would squirt like a loose fire hose. I'm sure I got him in the hair face and shirt again. Hell, I mean might have even gotten the wall behind him!
So when Robert's message came out, explaining what we were going to do tonight, I was incredibly stoked. I would have laid down any amount of money to be here. I sort of wondered if he would recognize my dick. It's an uncut 7 1/2 inch Latino cock, and I'm sure that he remembered the ramming. Maybe even the taste and the smell. But if he does recognize it tonight, I won't ever know.
Robert had stepped aside and all of the men started to walk in. We had undressed in the foyer, and this was an incredible group of men. There was a lot of leather, a lot of black, a lot of harnesses, and most guys were wearing the same kind of undergarment. A jock strap. I took a moment just to admire those. Most of these guys at this point were so hard that it looked like they were straining the fabric. One guy had a neon green jockstrap, several guys had the white standard jock straps, a few were leather. Some guys had jock straps that could unsnap in the front. And then there were a few other guys in briefs. Just being in with this group of men, all stripped down to our underwear, was making it harder and harder for me to stay inside my gray and white jockstrap. As the guys started to circle Kevin, I realized that his line of sight would be exactly at their bulging jockstraps.
There wasn't just one body type at this party. Sure, a lot of guys were hairy and clearly went to the gym. Robert was one of those. But other guys were average and there were a few guys I might classify as a bear. I thought about how Kevin is probably the youngest one here. After all, what they said was that he had just turned 18. Well, I thought, perfect time for him to start learning how to please all different kinds of men, and all different kinds of cocks.
Most guys were groping themselves at this point. And then one and then two and then 10 and more took themselves out of their jockstrap. A few pulled the jock down to their thighs and let their stiff cocks bounce up. A few others let themselves out from the side, the fabric pulling alongside their johnson. All of them were rock hard.
A few guys were occasionally craning their neck and even stooping a little bit low to see inside of the hole. This was unlike the glory hole experience. You could definitely see Kevin's sweet face through the holes. His eyes were like saucers, jumping from one's guys bulge to another's exposed dick. Every time Kevin caught somebody's eye he would smile at them with this really sweet smile. It just looked like he really wanted this, and he would do anything to please. Well I thought, time to join in the fun. I pulled my jock strap up and over my hard dick and let the seven inches of uncut meat slide out. I was maybe 15 feet from the hole, several guys in front of me. But I continued to catch glimpses of Kevin's cute face, anxious to see the first guy step to one of the holes.
Robert: So far the toy seemed like it was a good investment. I had invested in the finest wood. I had a woodworker go to town on it, and it took about 3 days. I emergency ordered the custom leather pad. I wanted to make sure it was really comfortable for the kid. I also wanted to make sure it was really hot for the guys. At this point the guys were closing in around the box. The room was starting to get sweaty, and the scent of the men permeating the space. The tension in the room was mounting. A lot like a reverse jack in the box, it was a question of who would pop first, and through which hole.
I could see through the hole that Kevin would occasionally bring his face right up to it, his eyes absolutely huge. Once he even licked his lips. I'm pretty sure I could sense the kid's mouth was watering. From his vantage point, all he would have seen is a circle of dicks right in front of his face, just about 3 inches away. All of these dicks, just a few feet away, and he wasn't able to suck any of them. Well, that was about the change. A guy that I knew, Alex, stepped up to the hole. He was furiously jerking his 6 1/2 inch cut dick, and the underside was glistening with precum. Kevin saw him step up to the hole and immediately opened his mouth and pressed his face to it. I thought that's good work Kevin, he was taking his role as goalie for the shots pretty seriously.
Alex started to moan. "Fuck man!" and brought his dick less than an inch away from Kevin's mouth. He opened as wide as he could. Shot after shot started to fill his mouth. Alex suddenly looked relaxed, he took his hand off of his dick. He led it gently to Kevin's tongue to allow the kid a final lick. Kevin happily obliged, lost for a moment in the pleasure of offering a blowjob.
But that may have been a mistake on Kevin's part. Because almost immediately, a guy stepped up the hole on Kevin's right side. The guy came fast and furious, his dick shooting with surprising force through the hole. I'm pretty sure it hit the right side of Kevin's cheek before he got to turn his face to start to lap up the cum. The rest of it seemed to get in his mouth. I think I would give that score to Kevin, but it was a close call. God, I thought, if the kid almost lost the game at only two loads into 67, he was definitely going to be on the losing team today. Of course, Kevin losing wasn't a question. It wasn't a matter of if but rather of when. My guess was that, in another 10 minutes, his shirt was going to look like a Jackson Pollock painting.
Pete: I was pressed to the far edge of the room, and was able to see very little. But I had to make sure that Kevin was OK. I noticed then that there was a bookcase and a stepstool near me, I stepped to the top of it and looked out into the crowd. God, this was a lot of men. I saw lots of muscular asses framed with jockstraps or covered in white briefs. In no time the room had become sweaty and was just packed. A few guys were helping each other out, stroking each other's cocks to get ready to unload on Kevin.
I looked towards the middle of the room and I could just barely see the circle of guys with the box in the middle. I knew that two guys had already stepped up. Now it looked like another guy had come to the front of the box and was sticking himself through the hole. He was clearly orgasming, holding both sides of the box while grunting loudly. I imagine Kevin was working his magic on this guy. But then a second guy stepped to the hole on the left side and looked like he was just jacking off into the hole. The guy in front pulled out, but I assumed it was after the guy on the left had gotten most of his cum through the whole. That guy appeared to still be coming when someone stepped up behind the hole.
And then another guy stepped up beside him. It seemed that they were both ejaculating into the same hole--the one behind Kevin's head. I wondered how in the heck Kevin was catching any of at that point. Was he able to collect any of it and get it into his mouth? Or at this point was the game hopelessly lost?
Kevin: the first guy was easy. I simply opened up and took him in my mouth. There were no stray shots. The second guy was a little bit tricky. When he came through the hole to my side, I had to quickly maneuver. He grabbed both sides of the box while his large veiny uncut dick loosed and a shot hit the side of my face. But I quickly scraped that with my finger got it to my lips. And then I opened to the hole so that the guy could finish in my mouth. He stepped back. But no sooner did he then a guy stepped to the front and started to cum. The first shot hit my forehead and got in my hair. But he had maybe let loose only one or two volleys when a guy to my right stepped forward.
So what I did was I finished sucking off the guy in front of me while I did my best to hold my hand beneath my right cheek. I collected most of the semen from the guy in the right and lifted it to my mouth. The guy to my right wasn't even really finished when the two guys behind me stepped up. I thought these guys had to be total jerks. They must have wanted me to fail. How else could I have caught the cum from two dicks behind me? The guy to the left shot a huge forceful shot and I felt it hit my right shoulder. I was able to maneuver just enough to let him finish coming in my mouth cheek. But no sooner did I get that to my lips when there were two more dicks sticking through the holes, one in front of me and the other to the right. Both were starting to come and so I opened my mouth to the guy on the left and brought his cockhead to my lips. The guy in front of me unloaded a shot upward. It hit the roof of the box and then some of it splattered down into my hair. He steadied himself and three more of his shots hit my cheek. I cleaned it up with my hand and got it to my lips. But at that point the guy on the left was gone and another had stepped forward to take his place. A large black cock, poking around a black jockstrap, started to cum. A second later a guy behind me stepped forward and a second after that a guy stepped to the right.
And then all four holes were occupied.
The guy to my right erupted and unfortunately his sperm did not shoot straight out at my face. Instead, it oozed down onto my shirt. And then the guy behind me, who I figured must have been another asshole, seemed to point his dick at my shirt. He shot just enough to hit my neck and my upper back. He then shook his cock into the hole, as if marking his territory. I brought my lips to the guy on the right, attempting to catch him.
But I was somewhat disappointed. I realized that I was about to lose this game. I decided just to stop. I sat there not opening my mouth to any guy, even though I now had three holes filled and shooting into the box. At this point they were shooting in my face, on my hair, directly on my shirt.
The cum that was getting on my face was dripping down onto my shirt. I almost wanted to cry. I had really wanted to do a good job, but apparently I just couldn't do it right. It felt like the unfair games older kids used to play on me. I looked up. At this point, two of the four holes were being occupied.
And then I remembered what I should have remembered before. That I was really doing this for me. It was not to win some stupid game. Another shot of semen hit my left cheek. And I realized that I could either turn and open up and enjoy what this guy has to offer, or I could pout the rest of the time. Just then, a beautiful 10 inch veiny uncut dick shot, and it splattered onto my forehead and nose. His dick still sticking through the hole, he laughed and said, Good work kid.
I quickly adjusted my mouth and pressed it to the head of his dick. I licked around it in circles, cleaning it for him. And then... I sort of lost track. I didn't even know where the semen was coming from. I felt a shot hit the front of my chest as I was sucking a dick through the right glory hole. And then I felt a shot hit my right shoulder as I was sucking a cock through the front hole. Behind me, guy after guy stepped up and shot their sperm, hitting my back shoulder, neck, and down to the middle of my back.
I started to enjoy it again. I even started to find it interesting. You see, when some guys cum, it just oozes out of their piss slits. But when other guys come, it comes with a surprising ferocity. I learned this working for Bill at the glory hole. It seemed that I could be several feet away and I could have still gotten a shot in the mouth if I want it.
Well what was interesting is that, because I couldn't even begin to catch all of the cum that was coming through the holes at this point, sometimes those shots would hit the side of the glory hole box and ricochet. So a johnson that was coming in through the left would shoot all the way over to hit the right side of the glory hole box and then it would splatter my right side. There was an element of it that was confusing. I would be turning to try to suck that dick and then realize that the ejaculating penis was actually behind me.
Time went fast and slow all at once. The only way that I knew things were slowing down was because I saw the crowd thinning. I imagine some guys had wanted to show up, get off, and leave. And those guys were already out the door. That didn't diminish a crowded inner circle that was stepping up to come inside one of the holes. I did my best to taste every load, even though I knew it was impossible. And once I surrendered to being completely coated, I started to like seeing two guys sword fight a few inches away from my face through the same hole.
Sometimes I try to open to take both of them in, all the while getting shot on my side or on the back of my head. I reached up and touched my hair, and it felt like it had a thick layer of shampoo that had not been washed out. I continually wiped semen away from my eyes and forehead, but of course it just kept coming.
Finally things really started to slow down. It was down to a trickle. It went from four of the holes being filled with dicks of all sizes, down to two or three, and then finally down to one. The very last dick that came through the hole in front of me was one that I recognized. I was surprised that I recognized it. But it had been at the glory hole both times that I worked. And this guy I remembered liked to ram my throat. And so I thought why not. I pressed my mouth up against the hole, and opened as wide as I could. Sure enough, the guy pulled his foreskin back and pushed inside my mouth a couple of inches. He must have been at the edge for quite some time because he immediately started to spasm. My mouth was again filling up with cum.
I went ahead and swallowed it. The guy stepped back from the glory hole and I took a chance to look around the room. The crowd was much smaller. A few guys were sitting in some of the leather furniture that had been pushed to the edge of the room. Other guys were standing around in their jocks or in their briefs sort of waiting to see what would happen next.
At that point, Robert went around the box and unlatched it. He asked me to come out and stand up. Kind of theatrically, he turned to the remaining guys. He said, all right guys, it's time to see whether Kevin won this game or if we did. Let's take a look, does his shirt look clean? I knew the answer to that without even looking. It was hard to even be wearing it. The fabric was absolutely heavy. I can't even really say that it was streaked, it was simply soaked. It was clinging to my torso liked I had been swimming with it on.
Occasionally, a glob of it would fall and hit the floor. The guys took one look at this and they all started to laugh. I wouldn't say it was a mean laugh; it was friendly. Robert then said, with a big grin on his face, looks like we have the answer to that question.
He then said, in a good-natured way, but you know what Kevin. Since you were such a good sport, we're going to give you your reward anyway. One of the guys came up and handed him an object. I was absolutely entranced by it. It was a trophy in the shape of a milkshake.
Robert said, I had this made for you because I thought you might like to remember your experience here tonight. I hope you had as good a time as we did. Now the guys also have collected some tips for you, so don't think that all you're going to get is this trophy.
His voice then dropped, and he spoke directly to me. The other guys started to walk away. He said, Kevin you've been a great sport. And there's something I want you to think about. We guys like to have different activity parties. And usually we get a young guy like you to be at the center of it. Let me know if you ever want to talk about what we can set up. A vision of the sling flitted through my mind but then I quickly pushed it away. I was hardly in a condition to be thinking about that. My floppy hair was plastered to the side of my face and my shirt was so heavy I wasn't sure how I could get it off. Robert showed me to one of his bathrooms, which had two urinals and a shower. While I was in there, taking my second shower of the night, I jacked off thinking about the wild and wondrous world that I had stumbled into.