There was a part of my life that I’m not particularly proud of but I feel compelled to tell about it. I was still in high school, life was fun and not much responsibility except sports, boys, and grades. I was barely seventeen and relatively new to sex. My experience was basically having intercourse with a couple of boyfriends while either jacking or sucking off a few more. I was at that stage in life when sex was so exciting and fresh, you would have thought I was a guy because it was on my mind so often and I masturbated frequently to satisfy my urges. Who am I kidding, it’s still fresh and exciting but nothing can replace that young sexual anticipation.
A girl named Maggie was my best friend and pretty outgoing, but nobody was as wild as our third friend Shay. Shay lost her virginity before all of us and told stories about her exploits. She was one of those girls who was the life of the party and because of that personality, we all loved being around her. We were all in serious relationships so we didn’t spend as much time together as desired except when I was at Shay’s house. Mostly the reason for going to Shay’s house was because I was dating her twin brother Dawson. Dawson was very tall, played basketball and ran track. Their family was very religious, so Dawson wanted to remain abstinent until marriage but Shay followed her own rules and never received that group text. I respected his beliefs, but as it turned out, they were difficult to obey.
That year, Halloween fell on a Saturday. We had purchased our costumes at a large retail store in the area when Shay suggested we go to the huge adult novelty bookstore located just a block from her house. We laughed and agreed as we were both very curious about the place. I was in the market for a new and more powerful vibrator while Shay needed some condoms. Shay and her boyfriend did it all the time which made me a little jealous but happy for her. Heading to Shay and Dawson’s house, like I had previously done dozens of times, we pulled into the parking lot under the sign that read, “The Power of Love.” From driving past it so many times, it didn’t look as big as it did at that moment.
I don’t know why but we were a little hesitant going in, but once we stepped into the massive building and saw all the sex items, the nervousness disappeared. We would walk around and see things that we didn’t believe existed. We giggled at the many toys ranging from huge vibrators to monster sized dildos that had to be at least eighteen inches long. At one point, I picked up the double headed dong and shook it at Shay while making a joke about sword fighting. When we found the condom aisle, I was amazed at the variety. There were so many different types, colors, shapes, sizes, lubricated, non-lubricated, glow in the dark, and it went on and on. Shay selected her choice and put the rubbers in her basket.
As we proceeded to work our way around to the back, we came to a door that said, “Must be 18 to enter.” Of course that sparked our curiosity and even though were almost eighteen, we decided to take a chance. We walked in and immediately to the right was a small room with a guy working on a computer. Fred was a very unattractive man who was probably in his forties with balding, greasy hair that he tried to hide with one of those hideous comb-overs. He was short, heavy, wore a thick mustache and had bad teeth. What he lacked in physical appearance, he gained in kindness and I would later learn his role at the adult bookstore was the employee who kept inventory of all the items and partly the security guard for the “back room” traffic of people.
At that moment, I had no idea what that entailed but I would later learn. After Shay and I said our “hellos” to the gentleman, we continued to walk down the hallway which contained several doors. We felt invincible since Fred never asked for our IDs. We were unsuccessful in opening the locked first door. The second door opened and we found ourselves standing in a small room that had a video screen, an adjustable bar stool type chair, and slots to put in money. The room smelled musky and strange.
“What in the world? What is this? Do guys come in here and watch porn or something?” I asked.
“I’m not sure but I think so. Give me a quarter and let’s try it,” Shay replied as I fished around my purse for the coin.
I plunked the quarter in the machine and instantly a porn movie came on the screen with the volume turned up. It was a girl riding a guy with a huge cock and she was screaming and moaning. We giggled and continued to look around while occasionally glancing back at the movie. I noticed the walls were made of a thin board type like you would see in office cubicles that I remembered seeing at my mom’s work. The porno movie played just a few minutes and shut off.
I naively asked, “Why are there holes in the walls?”
Shay responded, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Those are… I think… glory holes.” As my puzzled face displayed my lack of understanding she continued, “You know. Gay guys stick their dicks through them to get sucked off by other guys.” She was trying to get her point across to ring my bell when she added, “Brent and those jerks are always joking about em at school.”
“No way,” I responded in disbelief. “I thought they were just kidding. Do you think the first door that was locked, a guy was…you know?”
“Probably. Either that or jacking off to the porn movie,” chuckled Shay.
In my mind, I was thinking how hot that sounded to see a guy getting sucked off through the wall when a startled Shay let out a short, loud scream. It scared me to death and when I focused my attention on her, she had one hand over her mouth and her other hand was pointing. When I turned to the direction of her pointing, there was someone’s hard cock sticking out of the wall. It looked about 6 inches and was very straight.
“Oh my god! Look at that. It’s true. Guys do stick their dicks through these holes and trust someone not to hurt them. Men are so disgusting. All they are is a bunch of horny bastards,” gasped Shay.
When the shock had worn off, she thought about it and grinned, “Hey, let’s do something to it.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Let’s jack it off! He wants someone to service him, let’s give him is wish,” was her response when Shay tapped me on the shoulder in mid-sentence.
I turned and that is when I saw another cock sticking out of a hole on the other wall. This one was longer and a little thicker. Now at that time, I know most seventeen year old girls would have ran and not looked back. I will be the first to admit, in some sick way, it turned me on. I actually felt my pussy tingle and instantly became wet. It was shameful.
Even though I felt like we were supposed to act like we wanted to leave but I really wanted to touch at least one of the hard penises protruding proudly from the wall. Shay giggled, “Let’s have a contest. We will jack them off and we will see which one cums first. Whoever makes her cock cum first, wins.”
She was so blunt and in my horny state, I readily agreed but she insisted on getting the bigger one. I didn’t care and when I got closer to mine, I could see the hole was big enough to also see his balls. They were hairy and I took hold of his hard-on as close to them as I could. When we were both ready, we started simultaneously. It was interesting to watch Shay jerk this strange cock with her own technique of fast, tight gripped pumping. I started more with the slow, twisting tugs before increasing my pace. When I jack a guy off, I use my thumb a lot and this was no different. The smacking sounds emanating from our hand-jobs were rhythmic and took place in unison. We could hear the guys breathing through the thin walls.
My guy was squirming so I knew he was getting closer and I felt I would win. I started stroking faster anticipating my victory when Shay’s guy let out a moan that permeated through the room. The cock she was jerking, twitched and shot his first blast about three feet, causing us to flinch in surprise. Shay kept beating him off as each spurt traveled less distance as the previous one until that last trail of slime landed on her fingers. My guy took a few extra minutes before he released a load that spewed everywhere but not near as far as Shay’s cock had done.
“I won,” boasted Shay as we headed out the door giggling, looking for a bathroom to wipe off our hands.
As we washed our hands in the bathroom, Shay pleaded, “That was so wild. We cannot tell anyone about this. If Dawson or Victor found out about it, they would kill us.”
I agreed and we left. The problem for me was that evening at the Halloween party and even later at home, I couldn’t get the idea of that place, the glory holes, and what we had done, out of my mind. Just the thought of the nastiness turned me on big time. The sleaziness of the entire situation was what drew me to it. I wanted to go further than just jacking a guy off through the glory hole and I became consumed with the desire to return .
That week at school, it was business as usual. Dawson and I hung out, I studied, I had cheer practice but one thing was different. I still couldn’t get that little room out of my mind. A couple of times, I even masturbated with my freshly purchased vibrator to the thought of sucking someone off through the wall. That Friday after the football game, was when I decided to make my bold move and return. It wasn’t easy to secretly plan a visit without the knowledge of not only my parents but my boyfriend.
The nice thing for me was Dawson worked on the weekends as a manager at the Foot Locker located in our mall. On Saturdays he didn’t get off work until 10pm. I wanted to leave at dark so no one would recognize my Jeep. I made up a story so that Maggie and Shay would not be suspicious. I dressed in black yoga pants and a black hoodie like I was a cat burglar. When I got to the “Power of Love,” I was slightly embarrassed as there were several people inside shopping for sex aides. I made my way to the back and slipped inside the door. I greeted Fred and conversed for a moment. I headed back to one of the rooms and got myself inside the door without anyone noticing. This one smelled like stale cum and sweat.
I popped the quarter in and on came the movie like before. This time it was two girls locked in a 69 position. It was pretty hot and after the third deposited coin, I began to rub my crotch through my pants. Not long after, out slid a soft white cock through the wall. Those excited, anxious, partly hesitant feelings overcame me once again. I went over and knelt down in front of it. It was my initial cock and I was deciding if I would be able to go through with it. I first needed to get it hard so I rubbed the shaft and balls while I slowly stuck out my tongue to lick the head. I would circle my tongue around the rim before I went into my simultaneous “jerk and suck.” The cock instantly grew in my mouth to a full erection. I had followed through with my fantasy.
My crotch had already gotten moist just from sucking this strange cock. I couldn’t believe I was actually there doing it. I sucked and slurped while I could feel the guy moving around against the thin wall. I knew I was building him up but when he knocked on the wall, it caused me to stop sucking and shift my eyes upward. Suddenly, his first blast of cum hit me so far in the back of my throat, it actually went into my windpipe and caused me to cough like I had gotten choked on a sip of water. The second spurt went partially in my mouth and in my hair. I’m coughing uncontrollably while trying to finish this guy off in my mouth. It was truly a mess as my amateurish actions were not very good to say the least.
I was still choking on his seed but managed to squeeze out and clean off the remaining amount in-between coughs. I swallowed all that I had. The cock disappeared out of the glory hole, the guy pulled up his pants and walked away. One would not have to be a genius to see that I was a mess. Not only did I have cum in my hair somewhere, I had worn black and there were droplets on my thigh and shoulder that really contrasted with the white stains.
As it turned out, knocking on the wall was a signal that some of the gentlemen would use to let the sucker know he was about to cum. At that particular time, that would have been useful information and I wouldn’t have been caught off guard. When I give head and not deep-throating I use a technique where I roll my tongue underneath the cock and force it downward in order to block off my throat so not to get choked on his shooting cum but when I lost all concentration, that didn’t happen.
I was trying to clean myself up when another soft cock came through the hole in the wall. It was longer and really veiny. This time, I used my common sense and rolled the stool over and sat on it. I proceeded and repeated my actions. Even though the other blowjob was a disaster, I was extremely horny and continued rubbing my clit through my yoga pants during this one. When he knocked, I was able to catch his exploding spunk in my mouth with no problems. It was very bitter and extremely salty but I had gotten my grove back and didn’t miss a drop, not to mention me having a small orgasm when he came.
I was extremely charged sexually and confident after that. I have always been orally fixated and when I’m giving head, I actually can get off when a guy climaxes in my mouth. Just by adding this dirty, disgusting atmosphere, my lust took a huge leap. As I could hear the guy zipping up and his footsteps leaving the room from behind the wall, I could also hear the rustling around of another man in a different glory hole. I rolled my chair over, I could see and hear the guy unbuckling his belt and pulling his slacks down. Right before he put his crotch to the opening, I noticed the tip of a necktie just above his shaft and the fact some of his pubes were grey, a salt and pepper look. He was a mature gentleman with a smooth thin cock. I kissed and played with the intruder, making it was hard in no time. I sucked and jerked it at the same time. I managed to slip my other hand inside my pants to play with my soaking wet lips. I was masturbating while blowing this older man.
My god, I starting having some powerful orgasms! Being there in that room, sucking off a complete stranger through a glory hole made me feel so slutty and alive. I wanted his cum. I needed to swallow another load. When he knocked, I jerked it even faster while he grunted and shot his thick, clumpy sperm onto my tongue. That caused me to have my most powerful orgasm of the day. My own muffled orgasmic groans with my lips around this shooting cock were probably louder than his. I jerked every drop out of it before swallowing.
I’m not sure but I think I sucked and swallowed one more cock before leaving but because of my excitement, I can’t fully remember. As I drove to my boyfriend’s house, I thought about what I had done. You would have thought that I would have been ashamed but actually, I was anticipating and scheming my next visit. As I’m driving and pulling napkins out of the glove box to wipe my mouth, I kept thinking about seeing that man’s tie through the hole which caused me to fantasize about the back story for each guy that visits those glory holes and those guys I sucked off in particular.
I was providing a service and getting myself off at the same time. It was submissive and dominate all rolled into one. I fantasied about that guy wearing the tie and how he was a business man or an administrator who just needed to relieve some stress after a hard days at work. The potential stories for the other guys and the many to come were exponential. One of the guys might have been a blue collar man and just stopped off to get his dick sucked before work or maybe an older gentleman who after decades of marriage and his wife no longer interested in sex, is forced to stop in for a little blowie to help him get a better night’s sleep.
Additional reasons I imagined for each guy that I had sucked off at the bookstore ranged from that unattractive high school boy my age who had trouble getting a girlfriend and needed to shoot a load just to keep from having wet dreams to a college athlete who needed to get ready for practice or the big game and needed that blowjob for a better performance.
Another guy may have been just a homeless bum trying to satisfy his urges or a young father whose wife had been busy with the children and he stops in for head so not to cheat with the secretary at his office. I must have invented dozens of scenarios which were probably correct.
When I arrived at Shay and Dawson’s house, I quickly went to the bathroom to wipe off any pecker tracks that were scattered throughout my hair and on my covert black outfit. I hoped I had gotten all of it cleaned up. As the evening wore on, I was trusting that when Dawson and I kissed, he couldn’t taste all the strange cum I had swallowed. Thank goodness he never mentioned it.
When I went home that evening, I was already planning my next visit to The Power of Love. I really didn’t want to wait a full week until that following Saturday. My next opportunity came on Wednesday. Dawson worked after school until 9:00pm and my cheer practice ended at 7:00pm. This time I was going to be more prepared. I put on a skirt so I would have better access to myself for masturbation. I also gathered up some necessary items to put in my purse. Those contents consisted of my small wand vibrator, a bottle of water, a towel, a hair tie, and some lip balm.
Not long after practice, I was pulling into the side parking lot at the adult bookstore just to hide my jeep. I was a little more comfortable but careful nonetheless. I chatted with Fred and entered my booth. I removed my panties, put my hair back in a ponytail and started my session on my knees as the first guy was a routine sucking. He came very quickly and I swallowed every drop while I fingered myself to my first orgasm. I was very wet but hadn’t got out the vibrator after just one guy. It was a good ten minutes before I heard the second guy enter and drop his pants. His cock was brown with an even darker brown ring around the head. I was pretty sure he was Hispanic. His cock was hard as a rock, very thick and curved upward like a banana. It was beautiful and that is when I got out my wand to buzz my clit while I sucked him off.
Because this cock was so thick, I had to use a lot of hand. It wasn’t four minutes before I could hear him groan through the wall and knock before he ejaculated in my awaiting mouth. As soon as that first shot hit the roof of my mouth, I came so hard that I shoved my vibrator as deep in my pussy as it would possibly fit. It felt so amazing, my legs shook and I just about collapsed on the floor. I swallowed the mess and went to the stool so I could rest my knees.
I sat there for several minutes, watched a few porn scenes while no cocks appeared through the glory holes. I drank some water, looked at my phone and nothing. It was a slow evening and I went to talk to Fred.
“Hey kiddo, what’s up?” Fred asked.
“Slow night, huh?” I asked.
“Yea, sometimes, Wednesdays are like that. Don’t worry hon, it will pick up,” Fred assured.
I thought about what Fred said, then encouraged him with a smile as he remained unsure, “I want you to come back and take a turn. Yes…now come on. I’ll make ya feel real good. I’m in room C.”
He got up. I went back in my room and waited. Soon, Fred had his cock up against the hole. Poor man. Not only was he very unattractive on the outside, he had a very small cock. After I jerked and sucked on it, I bet he was barely four inches long. He was a sweetie and I wanted to give him a great blowjob to remember. No hand was needed as I had no trouble swallowing him down to his pubic area with each suck. That is one of the benefits of sucking a small dick. When I reached in and tugged his balls, he let out a huge gasp, and let loose a wad for the ages.
All I can say is, “Oh my god.” Let me disprove the myth that only large cocks can produce large loads. This tiny penis, literally filled my mouth with his foul spunk. Some of it trickled down my chin as I had trouble pulling off without some slippage. You would have thought such a disgusting looking man would repulse me but that only turned me on more. His cum was bitter and vile but I loved swallowing it for poor Fred because he sure needed that. I stayed for a total of about an hour. I swallowed seven loads counting Fred’s before heading to see Dawson.
That evening, I thought about how much cum shot out of Fred’s small cock. He was definitely a “fire hose” and a “yogurt” man. That is the name I give to a guy whose cum is real thick and clumpy. As time went on, I would invent goofy names describing a guy’s cum. Other labels I have invented for cummers are “shooters,” “ volcanoes ,” “squirt guns,” “water boys,” “leakers,” and “fire hoses.” I will explain each one. Shooters are those guys that shoot their cum long distances. I have had a guy pop and hit the wall behind him. Now that is a shooter. Volcanoes are those cocks where the cum just flows out like lava without a lot of shooting. Squirt guns are the routine squirting of a cock when it ejaculates an average amount of sperm. Water boys are those guys’ cum that is real thin and runny like water. Leakers are a weak orgasms where the cock produces a small amount of cum that basically oozes out. Finally, fire hoses are those cocks that shoot a large amount and can just about fill your mouth or totally mess up a face with one load.
I actually was busy that Saturday and all the next week so I thought about the glory hole room for the next ten days. I really needed to go suck off some cocks in order to get myself off. It was as though that place was my own personal “porn” which I used as a source to masturbate. Finally, that Saturday arrived and I had a two hour window to get over there. I had all my essentials in my purse as always. That was the evening for a lot of firsts and diversity.
Right off the bat, the first cock was long and thinner and I was on my knees deep-throating it. It had been so long since I was last there, I was out of my mind with lust. I gagged and swallowed it down to the balls. I wanted him to cum down my throat and not in my mouth. I had to stop a minute and free myself of my clothes. I took off everything and even flipped my sandals to the side. I was completely naked and uninhibited. In no time, I was back on that hard cock and swallowing all 8 inches. Just as I hoped, it let loose and shot directly in the back of my throat. I came so hard on my finger when that pulsating cock blasted off.
The next cock was a brown cock and my very first uncircumcised one. It had all this foreskin pulled up over the head which reminded me of a turtle hiding in its shell. It was soft and I pulled the skin back like it was no big deal and sucked it very vigorously until it shot in my mouth in no time. I swallowed it and already another cock was sticking out of the other hole. I sucked it off in about ten minutes using a lot of hand and that is when a black cock popped out of the first hole. It was light skinned black with a pink head. It was thrilling to have my first black one. It was about seven inches and very thick. I jerked and sucked while using the wand on my pussy. There was something about it being black got me off three times before it spurted its spunk in my mouth. He was definitely a yogurt man.
The next cock that came through was also black, uncircumcised and wow! It was huge and I mean huge. It was very dark skinned, fat, and hung down the wall. It was as smooth as glass and I barely could get my hand around it or even fit it in my mouth. I knew the guy was very tall because all the sound vibrating against the wall was close to the ceiling. I sucked and jerked that monster dick to life and oh how it tasted so good. Once it was fully erect, I bet it was at least ten or eleven inches long. Even with my excitement, I was slightly intimidated. With my mouth spread so wide, I drooled all down my chin but at least I was able to use that extra saliva as lube. I had to abandon rubbing my clit because I needed both hands to stroke this dong.
I’m sucking and slobbering while jerking this monster with both hands stacked on top of each other. He bellowed in a deep voice, lurched his hips and splatted his cum against my tonsils. He spurted and spurted on the back of my tongue which actually caused me to orgasm without even rubbing myself! This huge thing fed me it’s thick, warm, milkshake and then abruptly pulled away as I was about to squeeze out the rest of his goo. I was able to swallow most of the spunk as it shot out but I finished the remainder once the massive dick was gone. He was definitely a wall hugger.
As I visited the bookstore more and more often, I got pretty accustomed to recognizing when and what style the guy behind the wall used when he climaxed. My wall huggers where the guys who pressed their entire body, arms and even put their cheeks against the wall when they came. Other styles that guys would use cumming through the glory hole were arching their back, causing their cocks to stick out further which would force them deeper in my mouth. Then there were the guys who would thrust back and forth which almost simulated screwing to help them blow their load out, and finally there were the guys who would go weak at the knees which would pull their cock away from me as they sank. I would have to grab and hold on tight to it and make sure that didn’t happen.
The huge black cock was followed by a smaller black one. It was also uncircumcised and thick but not near as long as the previous one. I sucked and jerked it while occasionally dipping down to lick his balls. This cock had a real tight, gristle head that I would focus on as I jacked. Using the thick foreskin as my jerking aid, in no time, I faintly heard him through the wall announce, “I’m gonna nut,” just before he blasted off into my locked on mouth. It only took about five minutes before he coated my tongue. I swallowed it and anticipated the next one while I tried to rest my jaw and lips.
It was nice that the next couple of cocks were smaller and easy to suck. It was easier to focus on my own clit and get myself off a couple of times when they unloaded. I was so horny. Just being totally naked and slutty, on my knees in this booth swallowing anonymous loads of sperm was so fulfilling to my lustful desires. I would use more tongue on one then use my candy cane stroke on the next. I kept mixing up my techniques just to make them shoot. Probably on about the 15th dick, is when I first saw what would later be known as the “white whale.”
At that time, in Mrs. Swanson’s literature class, we happen to be reading Moby Dick and that is exactly what this was. It was massive and a very pale white with red pubic hair. I also named it because that was the first of what would be several times I would hook up with it as that guy was a frequent visitor to the bookstore. I ended up sucking it off probably a half a dozen times. By the time I got it completely hard, it looked to be about a foot long and as big around as my wrist. It had two huge protruding blue veins running along the top and right side. It was stubborn but with me using both hands, I finally got it to feed me a large load of protein.
By the time I had finished in the glory hole booth, my phone had been blown up with texts. Dawson wanted to know where I was and so did a couple of other friends. When I arrived at bookstore, I had a two hour window, and I had been there three hours and nineteen minutes. I was a mess and it would take extra time to get cleaned up and dressed. My hair was a wreck with strands stuck to my forehead from sweating, my knees were red with floor burns, I had cum and saliva stuck to the bottom of my bare feet with the goo squishing between my toes not to mention the wet slime on my boobs and forearms. My jaws and wrists were so tired while my lips were completely numb. Sucking dick for three hours had taken its toll.
I had finally finished wiping off and had gotten fully dressed. My tight panties reminded me that my clit was also numb and my vaginal pussy lips were puffed and swollen. When I left, I had figured that I probably swallowed just over thirty loads of strange cum and it wasn’t sitting well in my stomach. After telling Dawson that I didn’t feel well, I went home, ate crackers, drank Sprite to settle my nausea and help digest all that sperm. It worked because later that evening I felt great and was already thinking about my next visit.
For the next several months I would visit the adult bookstore about twice a week and averaged staying about an hour during the week and two hours on Saturday. That is how I learned my craft at sucking dick. Not to be too braggadocios, but I can make a guy cum really quick from my oral and ball massaging skills. Sometimes guys would stick their peter through the zipper or underwear flap which made it impossible to work those nuts but I still managed to get them off just fine. That reminded me of one guy that visited a few times and he wore these custom made silk boxers with a specific design. Each time, they were a different color but had the same pattern of ships or at least I think that is what they were. He was hairy, a good 7 inches long and I would deep-throat him until my lips touched that cool material. I could tell that he was an older guy and it took him a while to cum, but he would shake and yell through the wall when he finally did.
I loved the variety of cocks and guys that I sucked at the glory hole. I became curious and experimental with myself when I visited. Since it was a sex novelty store, it was that much easier to add variety. I bought this vibrator called the butterfly you wear like a guy wears a jock strap. It had a little snout that fit over my clit and vibrates while you wear it. Oh my, I sure wore it out because it felt so amazing when sucking strange cock. Other creative experiments I tried were using cock rings, videotaping myself with my phone while I sucked, and bringing warm tea in a thermos. When I sensed a guy getting close to orgasm, I would take a sip of warm tea so that warmth would put him over the edge.
It was all so exciting and different, after just a month, I would fuck some of the dicks when I visited. After sliding on the condom, I would either spread my legs, while bending over with my ass pressed against the hole or I would lean over the stool in the same position. I fucked “white whale” a couple of times and even had sex with “designer undies” guy. The twisted part was after we both would cum, I would pull off the dangling rubber with the spunk filled tip and empty the contents in my mouth. The smell of my own pussy mixed with the cum was intoxicating. I was sick and out of control.
What finally made me realize it was time to stop with the visits happened one day while I was at Dawson’s house. His parents were gone I was taking a shower in their bathroom connected to their bedroom. As I was drying off, and that is when I saw them lying in the corner. It was a pair of silk, designer boxers with ships on them, lying in a ball. I was stunned and my eyes were as big as saucers. I immediately started pulling open dresser drawers and found the rest of those multi colored underwear, neatly pressed and folded.
I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. It was definitely the same underwear worn by the guy at the glory-hole room which meant that I had sucked off my own boyfriend’s dad’s cock and not just once. I had swallowed his cum each time and even had sex with him once. I guess he wasn’t that religious after all. What would Dawson think if he found out? Worse yet, what would Shay think if she found out? It had to be a total secret and after the shock had worn off, it didn’t bother me as much. He was man just like any other guy and needed sexual relief. I did look at him differently after that.
That incident is what caused me to stop going to the Power of Love. After analyzing what I had done, I couldn’t believe the total cocks I had sucked off through the glory hole. I had visited the place, on average, eight times a month for three hours each week. After a total of nine months, I figured I had swallowed over nine hundred loads and that is a conservative number. What a slut I had become and the sad part is even though I’m not proud, I don’t regret it and even think about doing it again today. Is that wrong?
