Third Time's the Charm

This story was written for the

750 Word Project 2025

, below this line are exactly 750 words.

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For months, Alex had been entranced with the idea of going to a glory hole. Posts on FetForum had even hinted at a few in his own city. After some searching, he'd tracked down a local sex shop that had a couple of glory holes in their video booths--

perfect

.

The first time, he had walked right past the shop and back home; anxiety had prevented him from even going inside. He couldn't do it.

The second time, he did make it in the doors and browsed through some toys. His hands shook while he took a cock sleeve off the wall to inspect; it seemed like he was reading the packaging, but his brain wasn't taking in a single word. He glanced at the video booths in the back of the store and even saw that one was occupied. Instead, Alex hurriedly purchased that toy and left the store. He couldn't do it.

[But Alex

did

spend that whole night breaking in that new cock sleeve while fantasizing about what could have happened if he had hung around the store longer...]

Maybe the third time's the charm?

It was weeks later and Alex was inside of the shop again. He superficially browsed through the shelves--seeing dildos, vibrators, books, leather gear--and gradually moved towards the back of the store where the video booths are. The closer he got, the harder his cock was, straining to be freed from his jeans.

Alex hesitated for a moment once he was near the booths; he could see that one was occupied. He slipped into the adjacent booth and locked it behind himself. In the back of his mind, he worried about chickening out yet again, so to steel his resolve he quickly unzipped his pants and freed his erection. His cock eagerly burst out of its restraints--the head swollen and dark, the veins along his shaft pulsing. A few easy strokes and precum had already gathered at the tip.

Then, a couple of fingers slid through the hole in the wall and beckoned him closer. The fingers looked masculine and strong, the nails clean and well-maintained. It was all anonymous, but Alex couldn't help wondering about the man on the other side of the wall.

Does he do this often? Does he pleasure every man who shows up here, or does he only play with the choicest of cocks?

The image of an attractive,

slutty

man on the other side of the wall flashed through his mind and made his erection twitch.

The fingers pulled back and that tore Alex from his wandering thoughts. He knew that if he don't do it now, he never would, so he lined himself up with the hole and slipped his cock through.

Immediately, he felt a warm tongue lapping at his cock, tasting and savoring the precum that had beaded at the tip. Just that was enough to make him groan and the noise spurred on the other man who wrapped his lips around Alex's cock and didn't waste any time in sucking him down. With every inch of his length that the man swallowed, Alex's eyes rolled back further.

He pressed his body flush against the wall of the booth and pushed his cock as far through the hole as possible, begging the anonymous mouth on the other side for more. The stranger delivered by starting to move and setting an eager, hungry pace that shocked Alex. He'd never been

devoured

quite like that before and it set the fires within him raging even stronger.

"

Fuck

!" Alex hissed when a hand started to touch and tease his balls. Had they ever felt so full before?

A pleasurable urgency drove him to thrust and bring himself closer to the edge. His whole cock pulsed once, twice--a warning of what was approaching. And then it hit him like a freight train.

Alex grit his teeth while his orgasm tore through him, only letting a couple of feral breaths slip out. If discretion weren't required, he would have cried out to at least one god in praise of the intensity crashing over him. His balls were tight, his cock pumping a torrent of seed into a hungry, waiting mouth. The other man kept sucking on Alex's softening cock until he was completely drained.

Panting, Alex stumbled back from the wall and tucked himself back into his pants. As soon as he thought his legs were steady enough to walk, he rushed out of the booth and then the shop.