Gloryholes have attracted my attention for a long time. I remember seeing these mysterious holes in walls since I was a kid. They were usually cut into the partitions of public restrooms, specially installed in gay clubs, and I even remember seeing one at a bus station toilet. At the time, I didn't understand what they were for, who was peeking through them or what men were sticking through them. Maybe some amusement for Peeping Toms? Now I'm a grown man, and I can't help but marvel at the mischievousness and ingenuity of the male kind. I bow my head to the man who first invented and cut a gloryhole and stuck his dick through it for others to taste. Or maybe he tasted it himself; who knows.

I am naughty. I like fetish clothing, or ordinary clothing, but I use it as a fetish. My sexual fantasies are uncontrollable and sometimes run truly wild. Any kind of obscene debauchery gives me heavenly delight. I can experience pleasure with my dick, asshole, tongue, palate, lips, and every cell of my skin during a cum fest or golden shower. I like to be fucked through all the holes of my body, except maybe ear or nose. However, some time in my life, sperm or urine have found their way into these orifices in one way or another.

This time I was invited to a gloryhole party in the center of the capital. There, in one of the basements, was a sauna equipped with all the necessary attributes for sexual pleasures. So there was also a booth full of holes.

I arrived wearing black formal shoes, a serious businessman's suit from head to toe, a white shirt and a tie. I will be dressed like this for the entire game, while others will be naked. I won't feel sperm on the whole body, but my face will be bare, and my suit will be a stadium for cum splashing. After the session, I will definitely take a photo of myself and the aftermath to remember in my old days and for others to brag about.

So, as a "businessman," I showed up at the agreed location. I was greeted there by two handsome hunks who led me down the stairs. The sauna next door was already heated up; the gloryhole booth was in the next room, where it wasn't so hot.

I was shut between four walls with holes. Three holes on one side, three on the other, at slightly different heights and positions. I wondered if they all would be filled up.

Suddenly, a pink penis with a mushroom-shaped head popped out of one of the holes. I touched it a little, stroked it, then licked it. It got even harder. The first drop of pre-cum appeared. I wiped it off with my necktie.

Another penis, a bigger one, appeared nearby. I licked and salivated on it too. Then I took one into my mouth and started masturbating the other with my hand.

Soon, a penis with a piercing appeared on the opposite side of the wall. Wow! There are some enthusiasts here – it‘s definitely Prince Albert! None of my acquaintances have one so apparently there are some new participants in this game. I carefully licked the penis with the piercing, teased it with the tip of my tongue and rolled it around in my mouth, enjoying the clicking sound as it hit my teeth. I'll have to be careful with this guy even though, from what I've seen, they fuck the guys in the ass without any issue. The owner of this special dick (actually, Its servant) moaned with pleasure.

Another surprise awaited me: a dark-skinned package appeared from the fourth hole. I am ready to enjoy his milk. I caressed this lollipop sweetly and lovingly with my tongue, swallowing it up to my throat.

In no time, all six holes were filled and I had a really good selection of „toys“ to choose from. I went through them all in turn, touching, masturbating, squeezing, licking and sucking. One of the glorious cocks tasted like piss—apparently, it hadn't been washed properly before the session. However, they could have guessed I adore piss as well, thus no worries.

We didn't talk, so I couldn't figure out who and how many of my acquaintances were here. Although I usually see their dicks and assholes more often than their faces, I still don't remember all of them, especially when they're together, and I wouldn't recognize my friends from their dick photos in their passports. Room for improvement.

The carousel of cocks spun around me, or rather, I spun round all the cocks. If one started to "wither," I gave more attention to it and reawakened its passion. I enjoyed sucking many cocks in a row, especially the pierced and black ones. The top part of my suit gradually became covered with phallic and oral secretions, even though no one had yet released their entire load. I unzipped my crotch so that my penis could stand erect freely. A businessman with an erect cock – isn't that an exciting sight? Wouldn’t you be his slave and do anything for him? I definitely would.

After some time, I decided to change the game: I pulled my pants down below my ass and presented my asshole to one dick, then another. Some of them, reaching me, would fuck me through my ass; others would just rub their glans around my hairy hole.

It was high time for cum. I jerked the first dick off until he came onto my face gluing my left eye. I licked the second dick and softly teased it with my teeth until he came frothing in my mouth. Then I spat the mixture of semen and saliva onto my jacket lapel. I caressed and "pampered" the third, pierced cock with my hand until he shot his load onto my shirt collar, necktie and jacket. Now my dream would be to walk down the Central Avenue wearing a suit like this. I rubbed the semen in so that it would soak into the fabric better.

I approached the fourth - black guy's cock. Having lubricated my ass with saliva, I rubbed it against the sturdy dick until he filled my entire ass crack with sperm. Splashes of semen dripped onto my suit pants. I rubbed some of the cum into my anus with my finger and spread the rest over both cheeks of my ass with my palms. Later, I wiped my hands on my suit pants.

As I stroked the fifth cock, I stretched my tie under it. The shooting sperm splattered my chin while the rest "landed" on my tie. This is what a businessman should look like after a round of negotiations!

As for the sixth shaft, I took off one shoe. I rubbed it around the wet and horny glans until the white semen flowed neatly down the black shiny surface. Then I put my shoe back on.

Thus the cocks were pleased, and I was drenched in cum, including my suit, face, even shoes.

The cabin door opened. I saw my six benefactors. These were unfamiliar faces. Everyone was fully satisfied but me. So I sat down in front of the men, grabbed the dick in my right hand wanking and moaning loudly until I shot the entire reservoir of sperm out of my prostate. Some of the cum even reached my eyebrow and the rest hit my jacket and trousers. Some of the guys were so aroused at this sight that they jacked off again.

I was ordered to go out for a walk on the street in this shape. I was lucky that they at least let me hide my penis and fasten the zipper. I was walking around in public in my sperm-covered suit for about five minutes. Some passers-by looked at me suspiciously; I don't know if they got it. Those who engage in similar games themselves or are familiar with the stains left by male bodily fluids must have understood for sure. The tie covered with white stains attracted particular attention. Every time someone looked at me, I nearly had another orgasm though there was little left to release into my underwear, unless piss myself into the pants.

When I returned from my walk, we laughed and washed ourselves in the sauna. After this, we got dressed. I put on my notorious cum-soaked suit. One of my friends drove me home. On the way, we were stopped by the police. I was glad that the officers saw me in this condition. Of course, they tactfully didn’t mention anything about the sight, just checked the driving licence.

The gloryhole session left me with good memories and fun impressions. However, I feel so much more is still left to try out...