My job puts me under a lot of stress and I only seem to be able to deal with it is through sexual release. Being single I have to look for women to hook up with. Lately I have been striking out on that front. I'm not beyond going to the gloryhole to get sucked off by whomever is there.
So, sitting around my apartment one night I decided that I needed relief past my own hand so I headed to the gloryhole. The place was pretty busy with a big group of guys just milling about so I slipped into the only booth without a light and put my money into the video machine.
I didn't take long before there was a beckoning hand in the hole asking for my cock. I pulled my cock out and put it through the hole and was rewarded by a nice warm mouth as he immediately took me all the way down his throat. I was so horny I blasted my load after only a few strokes.
After he finished cleaning me off and I was putting my cock back in my pants he put his cock through the hole. Even though I have been to the gloryhole many times, I have never touched another guy. I leaned over and told him "sorry, not going to happen pal."
As I turn around and move towards the door I catch movement on the other wall. Another cock has been presented. I realize that in my haste to get sucked I didn't think when I got in the booth. I had entered one of the middle booths which are used by the guys who will take on all cummers.
I figured I better make a hasty exit.
But before I did, I looked at the cock that had been pushed through the hole and it was absolute perfection. This guy could have been the model for the mold for dildos. It was long, straight, reasonably thick with a perfect head. I froze, just staring at it. I was fighting to tear myself away and run out of there, but I was mesmerized by this cock.
I bent down and got a closer look. I was close enough to smell it. He must have just showered as it smelled of soap and a slight trace of cologne. I instinctively reached out and took it in my hand to feel the heft of it. I could feel his pulse throbbing. I started to slowly stroke it. I drooled on it to offer some lubrication.
Soon I could feel his cock getting even harder and then he moaned and started to pump out huge jets of cum all over my hand. He pulled back and I quickly wiped my hands with the paper towels in the booth and got ready to get out.
There was another cock poking through the other hole. It was the guy I had turned down the first time.
It was decision time. Leave or service another cock. I knew that if I didn't get out right away there would be a line of guys waiting their turns and I would never be able to leave. After all, many a time it was me on the other side of the wall waiting to get my turn, so I knew that once Mr. perfect cock got out of his booth word would quickly spread and I would be stuck.
I heard the door close as he left the booth and I knew I had less that minute to decide. I was frozen. When I heard the door from the empty booth close I knew there was a new guy there and the time to choose was on me. Service the first guy or run. I chose.