Gloryhole Waiting Room, part 8
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Mark: I honestly couldn't believe my luck. When I walked into the coffee shop, I knew that it was in the university part of town. But I never would have expected to see someone I knew sitting there. Especially not this person. Of course, I didn't really know him. I knew him from a meal I shared with his family, and then I also knew him from one side of a wall. And the awkward but also cool part is that he did not know me from his side of the wall.
You see, about four months ago I received an invitation to use a gloryhole. I was in one room with a group of guys who were in line to get sucked. The kid was being filmed sucking all these dicks on the other side of the wall and they were silently broadcasting it on our side. And when I saw his face on the screen, a line of spit connecting his bottom lip to the cock sticking through the hole, I recognized him. He was the 18-year-old son of a couple of family friends. Kevin.
And now I was walking into Café Rojo, to get my medium black coffee, and there was Kevin sitting there. Boyish face, big lips, floppy blonde hair, reading a book. He pushed a lock of hair out of his eye and turned the page. After I got my coffee, I went over to his table. There was no one in the coffee shop, so I decided to be a little bit bold. Is this seat taken, I asked. Kevin looked up, and he paused for a brief moment. It took him a second to recognize me. But once he did, he said, Oh yeah, of course. Mr. Bennet is it? Hey it's really nice to see you.
I thought, but didn't say, you've seen a lot more of me then you probably know. After all, he had given me the best head of my life. But I smiled and pulled out the chair and sat down. I had to admit, it wasn't only the hottest blowjob of my life, but the hottest sex. There was something about that kid that gave me a raging hard on. I had thought often about going back, but I was a bit afraid of being found out.
But I couldn't stop thinking about it. I went over the day again and again in my head. What I couldn't understand was this. I have always known that I'm 100% straight. I've never been attracted to other guys. I've never wanted to be with other guys. I was perfectly happy with my wife until she left me.
But there was something about Kevin's submissiveness, his willingness to please other men, it just did something to me. Now I'm a 48-year-old man. Usually, after my python is drained, I'm spent for the next day or two. But there was something about that experience on the other side of the wall from Kevin that absolutely hypnotized me. One or two or sometimes even three times a day, I have to find a private bathroom stall to relieve my pent-up frustration. I just wanted to stick my dick in his face and watch him go to town.
And so, when I walked in today on my way to a job, ready to get another coffee, it shook me just a bit to see Kevin sitting there with a book. But I'm also a bit of a superstitious guy, and sometimes when something feels like a sign, I think that it is.
Kevin was looking at me with an expectant stare. I realized I had been lost in my thoughts, and that he was going to think I was a weirdo. So I tried to recover: What book are you reading? Kevin said, oh this, it's the Odyssey. It's for my freshman English class.
I never went to college, and instead went straight into construction. But I admired Kevin for doing it, and also for doing what he needed to get himself through school. So I asked him how he's enjoying college so far.
Kevin said, It's been really great. I'm learning all sorts of things that I never thought I would be. Things about myself and about the world. Like this book. It's about a guy who goes on this long journey and discovers all sorts of things about himself on the way. It speaks to me. And then he smiled. Sorry, he said, I know that got deep pretty quick.
I told him I didn't mind at all. I was enjoying the conversation. And that's when I thought I would push a little bit to just see where it might go. I asked him if he was doing anything for work.
He turned beet red. And then he started to stumble over his words. He said, well, I have been sort of, doing well, odd jobs for people. I really like the work, and it pays well. It's hard, you know, well, trying to make it through school and also pay for it. But the money I have collected has not only covered my tuition but my living expenses as well.
I tried to keep an even face, knowing exactly what he was talking about. In fact, I was part of the "source" of his income. I said, yeah man, I totally understand that. It can be really hard starting out. That's great that you found some work that you love. Usually, odd jobs are not ones you end up enjoying or paying well, but that's awesome.
If Kevin had been able to see under the table, I bet it would have made his mouth water. My 8-inch, beer can dick was straining through my jeans. All I could think about was getting his beautiful lips around its head. I kept flashing to me gently taking it out, placing my hand on the back of his head, and then reintroducing my penis to his lips and tongue.
The thing is, I have heard of straight men who are "trade," who let gay men suck their dicks with no reciprocation. And at first I thought it was just that. That's what the gloryhole was a about for me. But the more I thought about Kevin, the more I started to have other ideas. I started to imagine him lying on my king sized bed, ass in the air, ready for me to rail him and fill him with my seed. And that was just the beginning. Really anything where Kevin was made to be submissive turned me on and drove me wild. My fantasies started to get more outlandish. I imagined using my cock to play target practice with his mouth, seeing how far away I could be and still hit it with my cum. I imagined pressing his face into a urinal while I unzipped my fly and pissed on his face. And then there were the fantasies where I pimped him out to other men. I watched as one guy after another shoved their dick in his face or ass.
I know. I was way out to sea, and I didn't know how I could get back.
Kevin: I honestly couldn't believe Mark Bennet was sitting across from me. It felt so odd. For a couple of different reasons. If I didn't know any better, I would think it was a sign or something. I had seen him over dinner not long ago, when my parents invited him. They felt bad that he had recently separated from his wife. All I could think about was how hot he was. And then I had that weird incident when I was working just a few days after that. It was my first Saturday at the gloryhole. This guy grunted from the other side of the wall that he was ready, and this thought crossed my mind that maybe it was Mr. Bennet. But then I thought, no way, there was just no way it could be him. Mr. Bennet was straight. He had, until recently, been married. But then to have him sitting here, and asking me all about my work, it felt coincidental. Almost too coincidental.
God he was hot. He was burly, muscular, had a thick square masculine jaw, a full head of hair, and he was over twice my age. I thought about my slender body in comparison with his. He could literally lift me up he was so strong. And then, if there was even the slightest chance that he was the one on the other side of the wall, that meant that his penis was absolutely enormous. A solid 8 inches and as thick as a beer can. It tested my gag reflex. Part of me just wanted to just spill the beans, to tell him everything, and then drop to my knees and start worshipping him, to beg him to let it out. And so I had to try to keep myself together as he continued to ask me about school. And work. But part of me was nervous. What if I was way off base with this?
Mark: The conversation went on, and Kevin seemed to get flustered and jittery. Part of me felt bad. It wasn't fair that I had seen so much of him and he had seen so little of me. I had to admit that I got hard every time I brought up his work and he stumbled and got flustered. If only the kid knew what was really on my mind. It was him giving oral sex to dozens of men on camera at a time. His adorable hair flopping as he bobbed up and down on the next huge dick. God I wanted this kid. I just wanted to bend him over the table and fuck him. And part of me wondered if there wasn't some discomfort there. Like he was picking up on the tension. Like he knew that I knew how much he loved to be submissive and pleasure older men.
But I also felt conflicted. I felt this impulse that had two parts to it. Each part equally strong and in a tug of war with the other part. I felt fatherly towards him, and maybe even a little bit protective. And then another part of me wanted to dominate him, to hold him down, and to bend him to my will. This was so unlike me. I never had the slightest inkling towards another guy. When I was with women, I did not want to dominate them either. But that day on the other side of the wall stirred something inside of me. As much as I wanted to give the kid a break and stop making him nervous, I couldn't stop asking questions about his work. Maybe part of me wanted him to spill the beans, because then I could really gauge his interest in me.
So Kevin, I asked, what are the odd jobs that you are usually asked to do? Kevin blushed again and paused, trying to find the words. Well, he said, it's a customer service role.
I pressed on, So it's focused on making customers happy? Kevin nodded.
And what do you usually end up doing on your shift? Kevin squirmed uncomfortably. He said: it has a couple of parts, really. I have to try out several different, um, tools, to get them to work. There is also a part where I have to do a taste test. I have to taste, um, protein drinks. Its usually just a shot at a time. But the biggest part is making sure that the customers are happy.
God damn it. I knew exactly what he was saying and my hard-on was raging.
Kevin: I started to think that maybe there was more to Mr. Bennet asking me these questions. After my initial discomfort, it actually became kind of fun to try to describe my work without saying what I did. How many different ways could I say that my job was to give oral sex to hundreds of men as work? But it was clear that Mr Bennet wanted me to keep going. He always had another question.
So, Mr. Bennet asked, I am not really sure what it is that you do. You test out tools, you taste protein drinks. But where do the customers come in? How do you know whether they are happy? I had to think quickly. Well, they give me the protein drink if they think I did a good job. It's a little weird, but every job has its quirks, you know? And it pays well.
I flashed back to the last weekend. I was sitting on the stool in front of the gloryhole and as I was listening to the other side. The Waiting Room was clearly filled. Bill said that it was getting so packed in there that some guys started waiting in the parking lot. I looked at the clock and it said 11:59. Pete radioed to say the first guy had stepped up. This was always my favorite part. A room full of men, each with a hard dick waiting for my mouth. And the only thing holding us apart is a thin wooden panel that I have to flick over. 12:00. I turn over the panel. And sure enough, I see a beautiful banana-shaped cock pokes through the hole. The foreskin is pulled back revealing a glistening purple head. I get a wiff of the guy and his dick smells sweaty and manly, with maybe a slight sent of piss. As I open my mouth, stick out my tongue and gently lick the head, I think about how this is the best job in the world.
Of course, I can't tell Mr. Bennet all that. But he seems to be distracted anyway. Even flustered. Finally it was Mr. Bennet who seemed to be getting flustered. He excused himself. He said he had too much coffee and needed to take a piss.
As I watched him head to the bathroom, jeans hugging his tight muscular frame, I felt like I had a decision to make. The thing is, I did not want to be with another guy. Not like this. I was shy. I know that sounds crazy. At this point, I had been fucked by multiple guys. I had sucked off somewhere in the 100s. I had been the center of a bukkake in a gloryhole box. But the thing is, I couldn't see any of those men. It was just me and the guy's penis, which I found to be a great combination. I am like a penis whisperer, I know exactly what a guy's dick needs. But doing more than that? It was too much. The only thing that I thought might work is if a guy just totally took charge. Like told me what to do, made me completely submissive to him. That was like the only thing that I could imagine. And I have to admit that I have a few fantasies of Mr. Bennet doing that. Like forcing my legs open, lying on top of me, and fucking me until I begged for mercy.
Was there any chance that could be something Mr. Bennet was interested in? I was scared to find out. What if I was barking up the wrong tree? I felt like this was a moment of truth. Everything I had been learning and trying led up to this. Would I take a chance that Mr Bennet, huge, burly, muscular Mr. Bennet could be interested in me? That he would want to top me? To fit himself inside of me making me his much smaller, younger, submissive bottom? I decided that there was only one way to find out.
I cautiously opened the bathroom door. I immediately saw him at the urinal making some very familiar movements with his hand. I crept in beside him.
As soon as he saw me, he jumped. I looked down and saw a familiar dick in his thick masculine hands. It was 8 inches, uncut, veiny, and so much girth to it. That's how I knew for sure. It was him! He had been on the other side of the gloryhole. He paused for a minute, surprise written all over his face. He did not try to pack it away. I looked a little sheepish but sort of thought, well, in for a penny in for a pound. And so I said, Hey Mr. Bennet, is there anything I can do to help with that?
Mark: I couldn't believe the kid's boldness. I had come in here because I couldn't stand it anymore. I needed relief. And then to have him walk in, me as worked up as I was. I was totally in overdrive. All of my most intense fantasies overwhelmed me. My horniness was out of control. All the talk about him sampling protein drinks sent me over the edge. I didn't want a blow job from the kid as much as I wanted to totally subdue him. To make him submit. To turn him into my bitch, and to know that I could claim him sexually in whatever way I wanted.
Kevin stared at me with his cute floppy hair, his big lips. His guys kept drifting down toward my dick. For just a minute he started to look nervous, wondering what I was about to say. But finally I put my hand on his shoulder and guided him against the wall. I undid my pants and belt and pulled my underwear down just below my ass. My dick pointed straight out at him. I put my hands on either side of his face and looked down at him. First, I said, I want you to touch it. Kevin immediately obliged, fondling the fat head of my dick with this right hand.
You have no idea how much I have been wanting to do this to you, kid. Now let me ask you something, Kevin. Do you recognize this dick?
Umm, yes Mr. Bennet. I wondered if that was you all those months ago.
Good, good, I said. And are you glad it was me?
Kevin didn't hesitate. Oh yeah, I am really happy it was you. At this point he was stroking my cock and precum was starting to get on his hands. And I am glad that you know what my customer service job is.
Oh yeah, I said. I even rewarded you with a protein shot that day. My tone then got serious. OK, look. Here's the deal. I have always been straight. But you do something to me. I can't stop thinking about dominating you. Making you meet my needs. I don't want to fuck around or have there be any confusion. Kevin, I want to make you a bitch. My bitch. A toy to meet whatever needs my cock has. How does that sound to you?
Kevin looked like he was seeing stars. His hands were totally coated in my precum at this point. He could barely mutter, Yes, Mr. Bennet, I would like that very much. I would like to do anything for you and your cock. Just tell me what you need.
I couldn't believe what I was doing, but my lust just totally took over at this point. OK, I said, the thing is, I have not pissed yet. And I have had a lot of coffee. I think it would be a good to start things if you help me with that. It looked like fire flashed inside Kevin, a pure sort of lust. A very soft whisper came out: What do you want me to do?
It's simple, really, I said. I want you to press your right cheek into that urinal. Kevin scrambled over there, knelt down, and then pressed his face into the john. His mop of hair plastered itself to the side of the recently used white porcelain. He was looking toward the left, and so I strode over, full erection about a foot from his face. I knew it would take a minute to piss like this, but I also knew I could manage.
I aimed my dick about half an inch from his mouth. I then let loose a steady stream of pungent piss. A lot of it streamed right down the white porcelain. Some of the droplets bounced up or to the left, away from Kevin's face. And then there were the drops of piss that bounced right, hitting Kevin's adorable mouth, lips, nose, and hair. I had a full bladder, so this went on for some time. A couple of times I brought the stream over toward his lips. I figured that his face was kind of acting like a splash guard, functioning like a part of the urinal. By the end Kevin's face was coated and dripping. Lots of droplets had made it onto his sweatshirt too. Some deep part of me knew what I was doing, and I knew it must be crossing Kevin's mind too. I was not only dominating him, showing how I was going to bend him to my will. I was marking him.
After the stream started letting up, Kevin kept his face pressed to the urinal. I shook my dick and let a few droplets hit his hair.
OK, Kevin, that was good. Now I am going to give you your reward. Get on your knees, turn toward me, and open your mouth. I knew that the minute I started stroking, I would cum. I have never been this desperate to release my seed into someone. Kevin immediately obeyed. And after just two strokes, a shot of milky white semen shot to the back of Kevin's throat. I quickly shoved the head in his mouth. Four more volleys completely filled his mouth. This time I wasn't nice, I didn't warn him, I just flooded his palette with my baby batter.
I looked down at this adorable kid. He looked pretty good for someone with semen coating his lips and hair wet with urine. I decided that this was going to be a good start. Marking Kevin would not be a one-time thing, and of course he would start getting a regular dose of my protein. He looked up at me with adoring eyes. I told him to get cleaned up. He needed to get to class, me to work, and then I told him I was going to need to meet him at my house that night. We were just getting started.