Glory Days Glory Holes: Ruby

No minors are depicted here, everyone is over the age of eighteen and engaging in good, clean, consenting fun. Copyright belongs to the author.

I was mesmerized by this cock dangling through a hole in the wall.

It wasn't impressive in any way, as I've said. Just a pale average cock, twitching and visibly growing harder, a little fringe of ginger hair peeking out around it.

And yet, I realized immediately this was something I had always wanted, without even knowing it.

Just a cock. No stupid small talk. No guy pouring drinks into me to get what I already wanted to give him anyway. No awkward goodbyes or empty promises.

Just a cock.

I looked over my shoulder. Dave was still pressed to the wall on the other side, his bare ass facing me, his pants at his knees, his cock undoubtedly being enthusiastically serviced by the fat homely chick on the other side while, I guessed, her boyfriend watched. Or maybe, I hoped, fucking her from behind.

And this cock was all mine.

I leaned forward and slipped my mouth neatly around its droopy little bell-shaped head. I slid my tongue across its modest little bottom. Right away, it started twitching in my mouth, straining to stand straight up.

Oh you bastard, I thought, I bet you don't even know what a good blowjob is.

I started sliding my face back and forth on his needy knob like the anonymous fuckhole I was. It wasn't preposterously wide like Dave's cock was. It was easy to suck. Right away, I could taste the bitter pre-cum oozing from it into the back of my mouth. I pressed my nose right into his wispy pubic hair. He was a lot cleaner than Dave. This guy isn't going to last five minutes, I thought.

He didn't last two minutes. I was pumping my face on him like a dick-milking machine when he just went off. At first, like a good little bitch, I tried to swallow it all, but it was too much. He filled my face with scummy ball splatter and I just starting coughing it up. And he still kept going.

I spit his dick right out -- something I prided myself on never doing -- and just started yanking him off onto my face. Four, five, six huge splurts all over me. On my nose, across my forehead, finally just in my hair, my humble strawberry bangs. Oh, you poor man, I thought. You are not getting enough pussy.

And I also had to laugh. I was a fucking mess.

I released his already softening dick and watched it retreat back through the hole. And then, again, his eye appeared.

"Thank you," he said. I could tell he was appreciating the mess he had made of me.

"Oh, no," I said. "Please. Thank you for all..." I gestured helplessly at myself, "... all this cum."

*****

"Here," Dave said, "go break a twenty."

I was still wiping warm anonymous slime off my face. My hair was a lost cause.

Twenty dollars was a lot of money in 1982. You wouldn't want to just send it off into the money slot in one particular booth. What if you wanted to switch booths? Someone else would get to watch all your precious, paid-for porn videos. Ha ha, I know, a different world.

I took the twenty from Dave's hand and went out to the register in the front. There were different people out there now. Two more guys leafing through shrink-wrapped magazines. And two couples, too, each checking out the outrageously sized dildos and cheaply made bondage toys.

One, I thought, had potential -- a woman in her late twenties maybe, wearing a skirt like mine and a Ramones T-shirt that she'd cropped with scissors to show off her slender midriff and emphasize her big boobs. She very clearly was not wearing a bra. Her boyfriend had a nice ass in slim-fit Levis.

What were the chances that these people would follow me back to the darkened booths? Pretty good, I thought. Certainly the guys, but I hoped at least one of the couples would be tempted.

The front checkout area was on a high, raised platform. After many trips to adult book stores in subsequent years, I'd find out that this was always the case. Adult book stores were cash-only businesses that functioned as money-laundering storefronts for the mob. Just like go-go bars, only there was merchandise for sale on the premises. The incredible markups on cheap-shit Japanese-made toys and easily reproduced videotapes made those guys a fortune in the '80s. Later in life, I met some of those guys. They were businessmen. They had little patience for theft, unless it was their own thieving. The registers were always high up so the managers could watch for stealing.

But I digress.

I approached the register and reached up with Dave's twenty. The girl up there looked down at me and gave me her professional smirk.

"Having fun?" she said.

This girl was about my age, twenty or so. She was a slim blonde, hair feathered in the style of the day, neon new-wave eyeshadow. A far cry from me in my smeared makeup and simple strawberry bangs bearing big streaks of drying cum.

"Sure," I said gamely. "Very educational."

"I bet." She had taken the twenty and was plucking singles out of the register.

"Have you ever..." I said, and then ran out of words. There were a bunch of little squeeze bottles of lube next to the register.

"No," she said. "I never have." She handed me a sheaf of singles. "Hurry back. I'm sure the boys are waiting."

"How much are those?" I said, pointing at the lube.

"Two bucks," she said.

I handed two singles back. Dave would never notice. I slipped the little bottle of lube into the front of my denim skirt, inside the front of my pantyhose. I had no pockets, of course. When I re-entered the booth I'd left, I found Dave, the new love of my life, standing there casually with some guy kneeling in front of him, sucking his dick.

"What the hell?" I said.

*****

Dave -- as I would soon discover, in the course of our three-week-or-so whirlwind romance -- was a kind of guy I'd never met before. The kind of guy who would stick his dick into literally anything. If he'd grown up on a farm, he would have been fucking the sheep. Or the frogs, a hole in a tree, anything.

"What?" he said.

"You're..." I waved my handful of singles at this new visitor to our booth. Again, I was out of words.

This guy, he seemed much older than me or even Dave. Very old. So he might have been in his mid-to-late thirties. He was dressed in an oxford button-down and khaki pants. Mustache, a disco gold chain around his neck. And he was just slopping away on Dave's dick. Just giving it up, balls-deep on every stroke. I should have been taking notes.

Instead, I said, "That's a guy." I know, insightful observation. "You fuck guys?"

"Not much anymore," Dave said. "But I did when I was in the army."

I was so young and naive then, I didn't even know what that meant. Meanwhile the light from the holes on both sides of the booth was now obscured by faces. People watching the show.

"Guys?" I said again, stupidly. I don't know why I was surprised. Of course guys were giving each other head and handjobs. That's what the holes were for! And obviously, there were only so many shameless, free-use girls like me to go around.

"Every barracks had its share of fairies," Dave was saying. "After lights out, you practically had to queue up and wait your turn."

"Oh," I said, trying to imagine this. All that cock, going to waste. Meanwhile, our new visitor was completely unperturbed by my presence. He was just absolutely impaling his face on my new boyfriend's fireplug-shaped cock.

Dave looked down at the guy slavishly servicing his cock. "Hey, sissy, were you in the army?"

This new buddy very reluctantly let Dave's fat cock slip from his mouth. Seeing it again, I already missed it. "No," he said. "College deferment. Dartmouth." Then he greedily engulfed Dave's dick and starting bobbing away again.

"Do you..." I said to Dave, "do you suck guy's dicks?"

Dave was immediately offended. "What do you think I am?" he said. "A faggot?"

"Oh, well, no," I replied, backtracking immediately. I didn't want to make Dave mad. I watched Dartmouth honk away like a greedy hog on Dave's cock.

"Okay, okay," Dave said finally. "You're through." He pulled his sloppy cock from Dartmouth's mouth and pushed him away. "You're upsetting my girlfriend."

Dartmouth, to his credit, accepted his banishment with grace. He just got up off his knees, wiping his spit off his face as he went to the door. I watched him pull it open and disappear. Off to some other booth, I guess.

"Well, baby?" Dave said. "What are you waiting for?" He still didn't know my name.

I gratefully got down on my knees and lifted his well-serviced cock to my lips. I gave it a big happy tug, then another. I handed Dave his singles, minus two. I ran my lips up and down his short length, his enormous girth, trying to be a little different in my method than Dartmouth. I felt those pulsing cock veins on my tongue.

I was going to have Dave up my ass, no matter how difficult it would be, I promised myself. But for now I planted Dave's fat cock deep in my mouth. Dartmouth's saliva tasted like normal saliva. It wasn't so bad. I got back to work, fully intent on being better than Dartmouth.

*****

I was just getting warmed up when Dave said, "You got another customer."

Once I got used to the sheer round heft of Dave's cock -- if I had a tape measure on me and ran it around its width, it would have been eight or nine inches -- I was really enjoying it. Again, I know I probably looked silly with my dick-sucking mouth stretched so impossibly wide, but that was part of the joy of it. You young girls today have it great, guys capturing you on their phone cameras in stupid slut-face cock-hole mode. Girls of my generation had to imagine how we looked. Unless there was a mirror nearby.

"Behind you," Dave said. "New customer."

He pushed me off his cock, in much the same way he had dismissed Dartmouth, and I looked over my shoulder. It was true, there was another cock, just the first two inches or so of it, hovering in the hole.

Now it was my turn to be offended. "I don't have customers," I said. "I don't fuck for money. I'm a dumb horny slut who loves to suck cock. There's a difference."

"Oh, sorry." Dave looked properly abashed.

I grinned happily up at him. "I also love it up the ass."

This cheered him up considerably. His super-wide cock was just hanging in front of him, being irresistible. I was still wearing my very short skirt and pantyhose, but hoped I wouldn't be in them for long.

But still, he pointed behind me. "Get to work," he said.

This new guy, I hadn't even gotten a chance to peek through the hole. He could have been anyone. He could have been a handsome local college athlete. He could have been a local dad of three, sneaking away from his wife for an hour. He could have been some creepy, decrepit old pervert. You can't tell, just looking at a cock.

I knelt before the hole. I opened my mouth and started gently making sloppy love to the head of it. Right away, this unknown guy pushed the length of his dick through the hole, straining up and forward into my mouth. All guys are the same, everywhere you go.

I was always happiest with a dick in my mouth, but I had ulterior motives. I started wiggling my ass suggestively at Dave, who was standing behind me watching me work. In no time at all, he was flipping my skirt up and struggling with my pantyhose. I rose back up onto my feet, bent way over forward, keeping Mr. Unknown in my mouth.

Down went my skirt and Dave was destroying my pantyhose. You girls today will never know what it was like to buy pantyhose all the time. Guys were always tearing them up after you got just one wearing.

Eventually he got them down to my ankles and I stepped out of my sandals and my ruined pantyhose. I was barefoot in whatever sloppy mess was on the cement floor. The little squeeze bottle of lube had fallen out onto the floor, too, but I saw it, even as I was servicing the cock in the hole before me.

I should say, by the way, that so many years ago, at the tender age of twenty, I had never heard the term "glory hole." I only learned that later, in the midst of many memorable interludes in adult book stores. If, in the remainder of this modest remembrance, I use the term glory hole, it's just me, my old sexless, undesired, elderly self, using a term that is common now.

Anyway, Dave's preposterous tree trunk of a cock was already bumping between my legs, trying to slam home.

"No!" I yelped. "No pussy!"

"What?" Dave said. He was still trying to grunt himself up into my most prized hole.

"No pussy!" I repeated.

The cock of the guy behind the wall had already slipped from my mouth. I was tugging on it as I started feeling around on the floor. There was plenty of light in the foul-smelling booth. Some whimpering whore was getting ass-fucked by a big black guy (another black guy, clearly a common theme) on the video monitor. I snatched the little bottle of lube off the floor and held it out behind me to Dave.

"In my ass," I said. "Please. In my ass."

"Oh," Dave said, clearly pleased. I knew he would be pleased.

Have I ever had a wider, girthier cock up my ass? I don't know, it's possible. I've had a good number of cocks up my back door, over the years. Dave wasn't my first, thank god, or he might have been my last. But I knew what to do.

Just the blunt, clumsy head of it would take some effort on my part. I was still grasping the cock poking through the hole in the wall in front of me, but my attention was clearly elsewhere.

Dave poured cold, clammy lube all over my asshole, and we got to work. The enormous stubborn bulb at the end of that dick! Did I say all guys are the same, a little bit ago? Not in terms of dick size. You guys are all different. Some of you guys are so tiny, I can't even feel it. Some of you are long and thin. Some of you guys pop in like a butt plug, once the head is in, you just slide in easy all the way.

Dave was a battering ram. The bell end of that thing was titanic, and I think the base of his dick was actually wider. I think I actually cried, while he was cramming it in. But I was a try-hard girl, even then, and I was determined.

Dave? Who knows? He liked to put his dick in things. Once it was most of the way in, the fit was so tight, I could feel Dave's dick throbbing in my asshole. I think I could feel every vein. I could feel his heart beating in my asshole.

I wiped the tears off my face, and re-addressed myself to the cock in the hole. The glory hole, as we say now. He was the easy part, whoever he was. Some dad, some old guy. His normal-sized dick slid in and out of my face. It was a pleasant distraction from the utter plundering of my asshole going on behind me.

But it's true what they say. Once some guy gets seated in your asshole, no matter how big, it starts to feel good. Once it starts to slide back and forth, your pussy starts dripping. Especially if you're getting railed front and back.

The guy in front lasted a little longer than the first guy. I could feel the flimsy booth wall shuddering as he pounded his cock into my mouth. He was medium-sized enough that I could tongue the base of his cock and even reach a little of his ball sack at the bottom of each stroke. That was the only sexy trick of mine I could employ, since this guy was just using my face as a hole.

Eventually I felt this guy's cock start to bunch up and retract a little, as some guys' cocks do when they're about to empty their balls. I made my mouth a perfect tight O. I didn't want to lose any of this guy's sperm on my face and in my hair, as I had with the first guy.

Fortunately, this guy just had a normal load. One, two, three good-sized spurts of sour cock slop and then some dribble. His dick trembled in my mouth as I happily swallowed it all. He let his cock rest in my mouth for a bit and then withdrew. I looked through the hole as he zipped up and left. I never even got a good look at him. Some guys aren't big on goodbyes.

And then, amazingly, I was being lifted up into the air. Dave wasn't tall, but he was strong. With his cock still firmly planted up my gaping butthole, he reached around my waist, just below my swaying boobs, and hoisted me up. He turned me around in the booth so I was facing the opposite hole.

I was impressed. I won't lie; it's fun to be manhandled. Also, I wasn't fat, but I wasn't little either. Big boobs and plenty of ass and just as tall as him at five-foot-eight. He lifted me up like I was a toy. That's the army for you, I guess.

The hole I was facing now didn't have some big hanging cock protruding through it. There was just an eye looking back at me. A girl's eye, mascara and a little understated eyeshadow. I was bent way over and I placed a hand on the booth wall to brace myself. Dave was just resting his cock up in my guts for the moment. I moved a little closer and peered through the hole.

Sure enough, it was the woman in the cropped Ramones shirt. She'd followed me right back here, as I had hoped she would. Her boobs, unrestrained by a bra, were hanging below the scissored hem of the shirt, her nipples clearly visible.

"Hey, girl," she said. "How you doing?"

"Well," I said, wiping my whore mouth with the back of my hand, "pretty good. Right now, my boyfriend is all up in my fucking ass. His cock is wide as hell."

This new woman grinned broadly. "That's so fucking hot," she said. "My name's Kate."

"Ruby," I said.

Kate's eye disappeared and I could see that she was conferring with her boyfriend, the one with the cute ass in the Levis. Then her eye reappeared.

"You like it up the ass?" she asked.

"I love it up the ass," I replied.

Kate snickered. "Me too," she said.

"But he's so fucking big," I said into the hole. "You have... oh!... no idea."

Dave had started fucking my asshole again. Long strokes in and out. I was grunting like a pig and holding onto the wall.

I was eye to eye with my new friend Kate. She was watching my face as I got railed up the asshole. She was doing something else that I couldn't see, but I could imagine what it was. Then she moved a little away from the hole and I could see in the flickering light of their booth's video screen, her boyfriend with his Levis down around his knees. Kete had her hand wrapped around his fairly large cock, and she was jacking him off.

His cock was fascinating, long and thin and curved upward in a big hook, like a banana. I'd seen my share of cocks by then, including cocks with some kind of curve or another, but this one was unique.

Kate's eye reappeared, close up to the hole.

"Do you want to suck my boyfriend's cock?" she said.

"I sure do," I replied. Dave was still sawing away at my asshole.

Then Kate was gone again and after a moment, her boyfriend's absurdly banana-shaped cock pushed through the hole.

Dave was slamming into my gaped-out asshole. It occurred to me that I'd probably be shitting my panties for two days. I braced myself up with a hand flat against the wall on each side of the hole. This new cock was long, maybe eight inches, and thin. Basically the opposite of Dave's cock in every way. And it had that crazy upward curve.

Well, girl, I thought, you like a challenge. I placed my lips at the base of his cock and gently licked the entire arc of that quivering dick. Then I engulfed this guy's little mushroom head easily with my mouth. I didn't have to start bobbing up and down on it. Dave was already pushing me up and down on it by plunging in and out of my ass.

I was a two-hole bitch in glory hole heaven.

Then the door to our booth opened and in the corner of my eye I saw Kate. She stepped into our booth and shut the door behind her.

[END. PART TWO]