I lifted my hand off my cock, then after a moment of pure bliss as he stroked my cock, making it difficult to remember anything, I reached for a condom, the distraction just sufficient to keep from going over the edge as he began to jack me off. Twisting a bit, it was possible to again look into his booth, and see his hard cock. Clearly, he had gotten the other man off by sucking him, without getting off in turn. A possibility likely to reverse, as the wonderfully enticing idea of sucking him off kept growing within me as he stroked.
Cock sucking is quite addictive, a non-secret among all male cocksuckers, at least. In this setting, it would likely be no problem to tempt him into my willing mouth, kneeling in front of the opening, undoubtedly playing with myself at the same time, totally turned-on. Somehow, cocksucking is best done kneeling when doing the sucking, and when getting sucked, having someone on their knees while standing as they go down on you is really hot, adding to the helpless pleasure cocksucking always brings.
The gloryhole itself has been enlarged over the last couple of years, meaning that my left hand could reach through even as he kept playing with my cock. My fingers trailed along his arm, then down across his pubic area, nicely unshaved. His hand’s motion slowed, just more confirmation of how easy it would be to lead him along the path leading to his hard cock in my wetly sucking mouth.
Moving lightly down his right thigh, my fingers curled under his balls, my wrist rubbing along his erect shaft. Grasping them gently, pulling them towards me, a more than subtle hint that he should stand, letting his erect rod come through the opening. Less subtle was my own twisting motion from the bench, shifting position to be in front of the opening, lips already open. My left hand moved from his balls to his uncut cockhead, adding a bit more emphasis to what I wanted him to do.
His own stroking of my turned on shaft had pretty much ended, though his hand remained grasped around my cock until I began to go to my knees, placing myself in the proper position to take his cock past my tingling teeth and waiting lips. The condom wrapper was easy to open, putting it on simple as my hand guided his cock through the gloryhole, knowing that he was in my total control, unrolling the condom as my lips followed it down his length.
He quickly pressed against the wall, unable to resist my desire and is own clearly unreleased horniness, letting me sucking him deeper, my right hand stroking my aroused cock as he filled my turned on mouth, starting to fuck it with a gentle but insistent rhythm. I began to move my head back and forth to increase the total amount of contact, from the now flared cock head to as deep as I could manage – which was not quite to the base of his cock, but still quite far.
Of course he was getting off on my cocksucking, just like he had gotten the man before me off – having stood outside, listening, knowing he had gotten off the same way I was now, while my desire to be as good as he had been kept growing, wanting to feel his cock pump its cum so good. Soon, my sucking became sloppier and louder, though he certainly didn’t care, pressing himself against the unyielding wall, my face meeting him as his hips moved, spreading my knees on the floor, feeling totally slutty in front of a hot cock wanting to be sucked. Surprisingly, after a couple of minutes, he pulled back. Though able to suck him back without breaking contact, clearly, he had other plans than letting my swirling tongue and pressing lips make him cum.
After his third or fourth attempt at breaking free from my continued cocksucking, he finally escaped my hungry mouth, moving to the far corner of the booth, in perfect view. He quickly took off the condom, beginning to pump his fist along his length, clearly showing off his sexy cock.
The view was enrapturing, making me stroke myself slowly but intensely, knowing that soon, he was going to cum in full view. This was the sort of session I hadn’t able to even imagine when cumming with my friend decades ago, though now such events are a more than occasional part of my sexual experiences. Settling back in the padded bench with its perfectly separated armrests, my thighs spread open, knowing he could openly see how much he was turning me on, playing with myself while watching him go beyond any chance of stopping.
He settled a bit lower, his hips beginning to thrust as his cock swelled in his grip, its enticing presence still remembered in my mouth, which opened slightly with the thought of sucking him again, thankfully something he could not see, as such complete sluttiness can be embarrassing, even after it is recognized. Because by this point, if he had put his cock back through, I would have been helpless against the desire to take into my mouth, especially without a condom covering it.
His left hand, slightly cupped, moved near his swelled cock, making it clear that his orgasm was very near at hand. An orgasm which I had undeniably been a part of, almost making me cum as I saw the white fluid pumping out of his sexy, already glistening cock slit. His pace slowed, still swaying in pure male satisfaction. A moment later, he reached down, closing the slider on his side.
This abruptness is also part of how gloryholes work, part of the single minded framework of focussed sexual contact they provide. I turned to the porn, flipping through various channels, my cock now half erect after having almost cum at least 3 time in the last quarter hour or so,. The sounds from the door opening as he left were obvious. And quickly followed by it being closed and locked just seconds later.
I heard the sound of a zipper, then the distinctive tone of coins going into the machine as porn began playing, providing a bit of audio to cover the sound of his unzipping his pants. After waiting for what seemed a too long moment in my aroused state, I slid the metal door a bit, seeing a man sitting down, with his pants already open, his hand rubbing his crotch. After moving the slider out of the way, my left hand reached down between his thighs, my cock hardening in my hand again as I began playing with another stranger.
After stroking him erect, playing him perfectly under my wanting grasp, he began arching his back, positioning his cock for me to play with, a glorious match to my own desires. His cock was quite small, among the smallest I have ever enjoyed, though I have rarely felt one so completely hard, a real compliment to my manual skills. Most definitely true in my turned on state, because it was extremely obvious he was really turned on, just like me. He shifted much the same way I had previously, positioning himself in front of the opening in essentially the same way I had before, with the same obvious sexual intent. Standing, legs bare, cock quivering, I reached for another condom, passing it to him, still having said nothing till now.
He was able to open the condom wrapper easily enough, but the way he pulled the latex open with both hands was unusual, making it quite wide, though no problem as I moved my cock forward, feeling the stretched latex begin to cover my wanting cockhead, followed by the warmly sensual sensation of his mouth covering my willing skin under the thin latex. Already starting to sink helplessly in the addictive haze of a stranger’s cock sucking, I now reached for the brown bottle of Jungle Juice, barely in time, starting to move closer to the wall, his lips leading me on into a garden of truly earthly delights.