Perhaps five minutes into my viewing, the door to the next booth opened, then closed. I didn’t hear the lock turn, but since there were no other occupied booths, I don’t suppose it mattered. Very quickly, I saw the shadow of a face bend down and peer through the middle peephole. I turned my chair to give the face a better look. My balls were already feeling tight. My cock felt ready to spring. I removed my hand, not wanting to generate an eruption right then and there. I let my cock twitch and stand high while my neighbor peered in.
The shadow moved from the wall exposing a thin glimmer of green light to pass through. I heard a zipper and the rustle of pants on the other side…my cue, I guessed, to peek through for a look of my own. The cock on the other side was long and straight. Dark tufts of hair underneath a flat and hairless belly surrounded an already hard seven-inch shaft (I’m guessing) tipped by a long bell-shaped cock head. My neighbor stood, slowly stroking himself for me for a couple minutes, then sat down and inched his chair close to the hole to watch me again.
Though I felt almost too close to the edge already, I gripped my cock and began a quick round of stroking for him. I had to squeeze the base of my balls several times to keep from cumming, somehow managing to hold off the inevitable.
The jingle of a keychain on the other side distracted me momentarily, but not as much as the squeaking, wrenching sound of a tightened bolt being loosened on the wall separating us. It took a moment to register what was happening, but soon enough one of the largest washers, right in the middle of the wall began to turn. It turned slowly, moving with the bolt that was spinning in the center. My heart jumped, realizing that very soon, there would be a much bigger hole between us. Confused, excited, curious, scared, too many other thoughts to properly describe here raced through my brain and my gut. Almost unconsciously, I placed two fingers on the spinning washer, permitting the bolt to turn, until it fell and clattered on the floor.
I held the washer in place for just a moment longer, still not sure what I was going to do. Slowly, I peeled the washer away from the wall, opening a hole perhaps three inches in diameter in the green wall. I leaned back in my chair, my cock slipping to half-hardness from nerves, I’m sure. I could see more of my neighbor now, though still dark. As my nerves raced and my penis twitched, his fingers came through and circled the edges of the new hole.
I’d read enough about glory holes by now to recognize this as a sign to slide your dick through. Christ, but now it was happening, to me, here. I stood and moved closer to the wall, his three fingers waiting there on the bottom of the hole for my cock. With one final hesitation, I pressed my hips forward and guided my cock into the hole. His fingers guided it through to the other side, until my pubic hairs, my balls and my belly were pressed firmly against the cool, green pressboard.
My cock hung there for just a few moments, probably not as long as it seemed, until I felt his hand grip my shaft. He stroked my cock slowly, fingers caressing the head, pulling my cut foreskin up and back, and squeezing gently. I wanted to moan out loud, but I’d lost track of other visitors coming to the neighboring booths or not. I bit my lip, closed my eyes, and let his fingers explore my cock.
Almost without me noticing, his fingers left my cock, quickly replaced by his hot mouth. He didn’t lick or tease my cock with his tongue, but swallowed it whole, taking his mouth all the way to the wall. He sucked me hard, twirling his tongue and lips over the entirety of my shaft and cock head. In moments, he built up a rhythm that had me rocking my hips into the wall, my thrusts meeting his mouth. In the background, I heard the top button of my jeans clicking into the base of the wall with each hump. God, it’d been so long since such a good mouth had swallowed my cock. I didn’t want the feeling to end.
He sucked me for maybe three or four minutes before he withdrew his mouth from my cock. I wasn’t sure why he’d stopped, until I felt the tip of his cock touch the tip of my own. I’ll be damned if there wasn’t a little spark of electricity that jolted through me when I felt that. Though I couldn’t see it, pressed against the wall as I was, the identity of what had contacted my dick was unmistakable.
I was ready now. I withdrew my cock from the tight hole in the wall, and watched as his followed through immediately after. In the dim light of the video screen, the head of his cock glistened. I moved to my knees, much as I had that very first time I’d watched someone else cum through the peephole. This strange new thing hovered now just inches from my face. Already looking solid and rock hard, it just barely fit through the hole, with not much room to spare.
Two fingers reached out and touched the damp tip, already oily feeling from pre-cum. My fingers traced the top of his cock to where the wall prevented any further exploration, then back underneath along the canal that would soon erupt. His cock twitched every time my fingers creased the tip.
I gripped this man’s cock, and stroked it slowly at first, like he had done to me. Gradually increasing my speed, I felt his shaft expand and contract. His skin felt so hot. The shaft so hard and bony, yet the skin like velvet.
“Suck it,” I thought I heard whispered from beyond the wall. I was ready even before I heard, or imagined hearing, those words. Gripping his cock and holding it as close to the wall as I could, I licked across the tip, taking in the drips of pre-cum that decorated his cock head. Almost without flavor other than a slight salty tinge, it felt like slippery oil on the tip of my tongue. From there, I ran my lips and tongue the full length of his cock, up one side, and back down the other. Sliding underneath, I repeated this motion on the underside of his cock, letting my mouth stop and hover with his cock head resting on my lower lip.
He thrust forward suddenly, though I didn’t know that he could be pressed against the wall as he was. His cock leapt inside my mouth, and I swallowed it hungrily. I held the base of his dick against the wall feeling him slide through my fingers and in and out of my wet mouth. I was taken by how my mouth was so completely filled by his hard dick. Each stroke seemed to reach deeper before I let him pull back out to the very edge of my lips. It felt strange, yes, but also strangely natural, to let him fuck my mouth as he was doing.
In hindsight, I probably sensed his eruption before I knew it was happening. I remember now how his cock instantly felt even hotter in my mouth. My mind had, nano-seconds before, registered that this big cock was growing even bigger. When it happened, I swear I almost didn’t feel the first shot because his cock was so deep in my mouth. It must’ve emptied right into my throat.
The second and succeeding shots come back to me in more detail. My mouth poised with his cock head just inside my lips, his next blast sprayed the inside of my mouth with his salty and sticky juices. I didn’t have time to consider the taste before he shot again. My throat opened and I swallowed back as much as I could. He pulled from me suddenly, just as another full load burst from his cock, this time shooting across my lips and on to my beard. He followed with several smaller twitches that had cum oozing and dripping over his cock and into my hands. As I stroked his now sticky and withering shaft, I licked up around the edges of his cock head, cleaning up the last remaining blobs of cum before this cock disappeared back through the hole.