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18 Year Old Gloyhole Pig18 Year Old Gloryhole PigPart 1 of 3I just turned 18 and I was hot to get to the ABS a few towns over. I’d heard all kinds of raunchy stories about it -including that there were holes where you could stick your cock through for blow jobs! My buddies thought this was great, and so I talked it up with them, but secretly I wanted to know – who is GIVING the blow jobs? How do I get THAT position? No one knew it but me, but I was a fag – all the way. Ever since I first noticed guys during PE and football practice, I knew I wanted to get naked with built, athletic studs – the more and the hairier, the better.So here I was driving over to the store, nervous as hell about what to expect. I wore my tightest jeans, tennis shoes, and a tight white t-shirt: typical jock stud looking for head, only this jock stud wanted to give it. I also wore a cap as I was worried I’d be seen and maybe recognized. The last thing I needed was for the guys to know I was at the ABS alone – it would look suspicious since we always talked about going in pairs or a group, to ‘really teach those fag holes what cock was all about.” I shrugged that worry off as I got to the parking lot on the edge of town. There were at least six cars there and I imagined each one carried at least two horny, big dicked men ready to blow their juicy loads into the mouth of a horny cocksucker. I knew what I wanted – between you and me I was hoping for the best and my hole was clean and lubed up, just in case I saw something I wanted to take up my teen jock ass.I opened the door, and the noise made several of the loitering men turn and look. I know they liked what they saw, because a couple immediately headed toward the back, where I assumed the video booths were located. I was playing it cool, so I deliberately took my time and looked at the various books, mags, DVD’s and toys throughout the store. It turns out it was stocked pretty well and the shit they were selling was enough to get me off, but I had another agenda. After scoping out the area, I headed back to the curtains in the back- the video booths.A big Plexiglas case contained at least50 DVD’s running from straight vanilla to lesbian to fetish to gay – at least 15 of the movies appeared to be gay-themed. I headed down a darkened hallway to a booth toward the back and dropped a 5dollar bill into the money holder. No use worrying with having to reload money – I was there to spend some time and did not mind spending my birthday cash on porn! A hot orgy filled the screen – no condoms in sight, making it even nastier and hotter.As soon as I was settled in the chair I saw it – glory holes on both walls. The booths were small so I could see it would be easy to pull double duty if I got lucky enough to see two hot cocks waiting for me. At once I saw a finger in one of the holes – why not, I thought -first try out the competition. I peeled down my jeans and let my 8 incher flop into view. I guided it to the hole and allowed only the head to go through – at once it was surrounded by a velvety tongue and soft lips. This was going to be good, I thought.I was not disappointed. My sucker had wet lips and ran them up and down my rod while I pressed hard against the glory hole. “My God,” I thought, “I never want to leave!” Remember, this was my first time at a glory hole and I was getting quite an education. After a couple of more minutes of the suctioning from the other booth, I had to take a break. First of all, I did not want to come yet, and second I wanted to experience more. I slowly pulled out of the hole and stood back for a moment, catching my breath while my hard cock shimmered in the light from the video, which now featured a young white man getting plowed in a sling by a hairy, jock wearing daddy-type. I looked over just as the daddy let out a grown and shoved his spewing cock into the tight white ass of his fuck toy. I grinned. Even if no one were here, I could totally get off from these hot movies! But I had other plans.I cracked open the door to my booth for some fresh air and to check out the traffic in the hallway. I could see several men of various shapes milling around. One man with his back turned caught my eye. He was tall – about 6’2” and looked to be in great shape. He was wearing mid length shorts which accented his hairy calfs and big muscular ass. I knew that guy would be packing a hefty mouthful and I wanted it. He turned and began randomly wandering toward the vacant booth to my right. “Holy Shit!” I gasped, quickly shutting my door. It was the assistant football coach from my school. I started to panic then realized as long as I stayed put he would not see me. I wasn’t afraid the coach would tell – hell, he was guilty, too – but I sure as hell did not want him (or anyone) to know I was there not just to get sucked but to eat as much cock as my horny mouth could wrap itself around. Speaking of horny, my slutty brain went into overdrive as the coach entered the booth right next to me. I backed away so all he could see was my hard wet cock – still hanging out from the previous cocksucker – and I pivoted a little so he could see my tight ass, too. Might as well give him a show. As long as I could remain anonymous, I was fine. Before any more time went by, I wet my index finger and slowly slid it around the edges of the hole separating me from the hot hairy man I was suddenly lusting over. I heard a slight groan and the distinct sound of the zipper from those shorts slowly being pulled down. Then I felt at my fingertip the mushroom head of my coach’s cock. I pulled my hand back and a big, thick, long, hard penis came slowly gliding into my booth. It was as big as I had hoped – and as I slowly fell to my knees and opened my mouth to accept my prize, I thought to myself, “Your first glory hole cock belongs to your coach. Your coach.” I planned to make this a blow job to remember. I was no stranger to sucking dick, so I knew I could make this good. I placed my tongue on the rim of the glory hole and slowly licked up the shaft of that by-now at least 10 inch fuck tool. When I got to the head I slowly licked around, getting the thick plum sized knob shiny with spit. Slow was my key to driving Coach nuts, and I slowly licked and sucked up and down the shaft, around the knob and back down to where my tongue hit the glory hole again. I could hear a light whimpering -the coach was silently begging me to take it all and stop the teasing. As I reached the head of that daddy rod again, I ran my tongue across my teeth several times, gathering saliva in my mouth. Once it was full of spit, I opened up and began taking in the cock while turning my head to the right and then to the left. I got all the way to the hole and pulled back, repeating my efforts several times. My actions met with light moans of approval from the lust crazed stud I was sucking. Soon he began jabbing the cock in and out, so I held still for a moment or two and let the man mouth fuck me, using my throat like a cunt. Suddenly I pulled bahis firmaları completely off the rod and sat back on my heels, just admiring that magnificent tool that was dripping with spit and cock snot. “Hey!” I heard. “Hey – don’t stop.” I wasn’t going to stop. I took that instant to kick off my tennies and pull my jeans the rest of the way down and off. I was naked from the waist down and felt nastier than I ever had. I looked over at the hole my cock had been in a while before and could make out an eye watching intently. Bending over to lineup my greased ass with the coach’s cock, my face was about at the level of the peeper’s glory hole. Without hesitation, he jumped up and shoved a good sized piece of meat through, I immediately began frigging his cock with my hand while preparing for the cock up my ass. There was hesitation as I heard my coach ask about a condom. I just pulled forward, spread my cunt checks, and slowly backed bareback onto that jock cock. When it was all the way in we both stood still for a quick moment, then I loudly whispered, “Fuck me! Fuck my tight ass!” The coach needed no further instruction. He began driving his rod in and out, pistoning my hole for all it was worth. I took the cock in my hand and started licking and sucking it like crazy. Apparently the guy had been jerking off while he was watching me blow the coach, because in no time I could tell he was ready to go. Now, I know this sounds incredibly nasty, and it is, but here is what I did. I pulled my ass off the coach’s dick and spun around, sinking right onto the 8 inch fucker I had been sucking. The minute that fucker felt my greasy ass walls he let out a yelp and started cumming straight into my hole. Meanwhile, I was milking the coach cock with my hand and as soon as my fucker started pulling out, I reversed my move from a moment before and sank back onto the 10-inchslab of pounding flesh meat. He grunted approval and went back to his pounding, It was a bit erratic so I knew he wouldn’t last – and while I was sucking my ass juices and cum from the anonymous dick that had just blasted my ass, my coach began quivering and breathing hard. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.“ he kept whispering. At once he stood completely still and I actually felt the blast as it gushed up into my guts. His load was huge and felt warm and hot at the same time. I stood there, letting him use my hole as the dump it was and as he pulled out I cleaned his softening rod until he pulled it from the hole. “Christ,” came his shaky voice. “That was –fucking unreal.” I said nothing, afraid now he might recognize my voice if I spoke. “I wanna fuck you again,” he moaned. I thought fast. “Tomorrow –same time – here,” my words came out in a disguised voice. As the coach zipped up and opened his door to leave, he did not acknowledge my suggestion. I did not know if he would return but I knew one thing – I would be here tomorrow – same time.Part 2 of 3After about 5 minutes I figured the coach was gone. It was still early and I was still rarin’ to go. I cracked the booth door open while absent mindedly gathering the dripping cum from my ass and bringing it to my mouth, tonguing my fingers as I did so. I grinned a nasty piggy grin, thinking of how dirty it was. About then I heard a little commotion from the hall and saw two big studs that were obviously buddies checking the place out. They looked to be in their early twenties, were built strong and muscular in their tight shirts and jeans, and both were as black as the night.I dropped another five into my video machine, and up popped a movie with a man bent over a desk in what was clearly meant to be a high school classroom. An older man was fucking him while several younger men waited their turns, dripping dicks in hand. About that time the door to the booth the coach had been in opened and closed quickly. Money was put into the machine and a film started. From the sounds I could tell it was straight: a woman was moaning and begging to be filled with, ”…more cock. More blackcock…” I ducked down and looked through the hole. Sure enough, the two hot ebony studs were watching the movie but also apparently the hole, for as soon as my eye filled the opening one elbowed the other and pointed.” Told you. Told you that guys sucked cock here. Watch this,” he said, and pulled off his shirt revealing a hot beefy chest with rippling ab muscles and big solid biceps. He walked to the hole and rubbed his jeans-covered crotch. The mound was growing to obscene proportions. He whispered loudly, “Faggot, want some dick? Want a big cock load?” I decided to play it up, and so stuck my tongue through the hole, making slurping noises and rolling it around and around. “Fuck!” said the friend who was watching, as he, too, removed his shirt and started to drop his drawers. Meanwhile, Stud I had removed his pants and underwear and stood in the booth naked except for his shoes. His thighs were huge and muscular, just like I like ‘em. The long uncut cock danced in front of his crotch and slowly began growing to the sounds I was making at the hole. I grew impatient and stuck a few of my fingers in. “I wanna suck it“, I moaned softly. “What? What do you want to suck?” I was being teased. “I want that big blackcock. I want both of your hot black rods. I want to eat your cum and have you fuck me through the hole. I want you to come over here and double fuck my ass until your cum explodes and …” That was as far as I got. Stud II pushed his teasing buddy aside and shoved a dark black hooded cock through the hole. It was not yet hard and already at least 6inches. I caught it in my mouth and began sucking in earnest. No playing like I did with the coach. I was getting piggier, and being on my knees in a dark booth, sucking a huge fat black tool through a glory hole was making me light headed. I could tell the Stud loved my work. He was gasping and face fucking, moaning and dripping, to the point I had to back off to gather myself for a game plan to best tackle the cock. As soon as I stopped, Stud II moved and let his buddy stick his huge tool through the hole. So much for a plan – it was clear all I could do at that moment was suck, so suck I did. This guy had more control and so stood still while I worked over his incredible fuck stick. It kept growing longer and thicker until it reached what had to be at least eleven inches in length. The girth was amazing and I wasn’t sure how long I could keep it in my mouth. I finally just held the cock in my mouth, allowing it to grow without licking or sucking. Once I felt it had reached its maximum thickness and length, I took a deep breath and started deep throating. Once the length was in my throat, I held still and let it throb in my throat while the Stud being sucked started breathing in short gasps, clearly loving my work. I throated and held, throated and held. I then pulled off, which he took as a signal to let Stud II back through. After deep throating that hot black tube I knew I wanted more, so I pulled off and as Stud kaçak iddaa I thrust his thick, etc rod through the hole I was already turned around and bent over. I rubbed the cockhead over my pussy lips a few times just to let the Black God know what I was doing. “Ah, God – Ah, he’s gonna take it in his ass,” he blurted out to his buddy. “Shit, no shit!” was the reply. Meanwhile, the cock was slowly working its way into my hole. It was so big and thick that I would not have been able to handle it had it not been for the two thick loads of cum already lubing my guts. As it was, it was a tight, full fit and as Stud I hit bottom and began moving in and out, I backed up onto that cock and tightened my cunt muscles to give him the fuck of his life.The huge cocked jock settled in for what I knew would be a long fuck, and just as we caught a hot rhythm his buddy Stud II started whining to let him get some “hot white ass.” I wanted both cocks but did not want to freak the guys out, so I pulled off the dick and got down to the glory hole. “Hey,” I whispered. “Hey. You want to come over here?” “Nothing doing – we ain’t fags! Just suck me off,” said Stud II. “Are you fucking out of your mind, bro?” I heard, “We are going into that white fag’s booth and working his holes over like we would any slutty cunt.” Clearly Stud I was in charge, because in less than 10 seconds my door opened and the two huge black men filled the room. I was momentarily afraid: maybe I’d bitten off too much. These guys could take me and really hurt me. But I looked at their handsome faces covered with pure lust and figured if I worked hard to please them I would be OK. I got down on my knees. “OK, let me spell it out. You studs can do whatever you want –stick your cocks down my throat, up my ass, cum in my mouth, in my face, up my cunt – whatever. Please don’t hurt me and I will work hard to be your cum dump!” “Shit, white boy – we aren’t gonna hurt you, unless it is with our dicks!” Stud I said (I identified them immediately by their cocks). Besides, you look like a hot little young tight ass punk that we can use over and over. Why hurt a good thing like that?” And with that question Stud I sat down on the chair and wiggled that huge floppy piece of his. “Come ‘n get it, slut,” he grinned. I rose and climbed onto that dick, facing my fuck stud as I slowly bottomed out on the base of his magnificent tool. We both sighed, then I groaned and started fucking up and down. I did the work – it was my job to make sure he had the ultimate pleasure and it was hot for me to do the fucking. “Tight. Hot. Fuck you all night.” Words came randomly from his chocolate brown lips. I stopped moving up and down and motioned for his bud to come up behind me. “Fuck me.” I begged. “Fuck that hot black pole into me.” He looked confused and tried to get Stud Ito trade places. I stopped him at once. “No, Sir. Please. Fuck me like this,” I hung my head, role playing a little shame and humiliation. “What, my dick up your ass at the same time?” “Yes Sir. Oh, please give me both your cocks at once.” “Shit, what a whore,” said Stud I as Stud II began working his meat up my stretched hole. “Oh, yes. I am a whore. I am your whore, Sirs. Only for you. Your cocks, your cum. My holes. Your whore.” I was babbling, so caught up in the role play as well as the pistoning double fuck. As a rhythm was established I reached back and pulled Stud II toward me until his big athletic chest was pressed against my back. I leaned into Stud II’s chest and began licking and tonguing his tight nipples. Soon we were all one complete fuck machine. My stud in the back lost it first, fucking faster and faster until he cried out, “Here. I. Cummmmm” and I felt his spooge fly up into my guts. He continued the in and out motions a little more then withdrew. Meanwhile, Stud II kept plugging away. As the spent tool was pulled from my dump hole, I reached behind me and grabbed it in my fist. “Boy, you won’t get more from me for a while,” Stud II laughed a little shakily. “No. No, Sir. I want it. More. ”My voice trailed off. “He wants to suck his ass off of your cock, brother,” said Stud I, fucking me even harder at the thought. “Oh, God, that’s the filthiest thing I’ve ever heard,” whispered the jock stud behind me. I turned my head as he raised his flaccid member to my lips. It was covered with the funk of fucking as well as his sperm. I savored the salty goodness of his thick white cum and thoroughly cleaned his penis until it was shiny and cum-and-juice free. Just then Stud I reached his climax and shot at least 5 spurts straight up my pussy hole. I sat still – he did, too. We locked eyes as the cum flew up inside me and I know we had a moment of – what? All I knew was that would not be the last I saw of Stud I. My hard cock was like a steel rod as I climbed off his big thick softening cock. Remember, I had not yet come even though I had sucked on and/or been fucked by four dicks within a thirty minute time span. Stud II, eager to leave now that he had cum, decided to return to the booth next door and get dressed. “Uh, thanks, k**. Hot fucking show. I’ll wait in there, Rowley.” Rowley. Stud I’s name was Rowley. Cool. As the booth door closed and left us alone –just the two of us – I bent down to clean Rowley’s big beautiful dick. “You want a little extra, man?” he whispered. “What? Sir, I don’t know what…oh, shit,” I said as piss flowed into my mouth for the first time. Tangy, salty, at first repulsive but just as quickly delicious and a final part of Rowley’s cum storm. He only pissed a little; obviously there was more but in that booth no place to have actual piss play. I was relieved because I knew I couldn’t swallow it all, but I knew I wanted to explore more of this nasty water play with Rowley. “I want to fuck you again,” he said, reading my mind. “I’ll call you.” “OK, let me get you my name and number,” I said as I started to look in my pants pocket. “No, I know who you are. My little brother Hal is on your football team at St. Peter’s High. ”My face drained of color – I could feel it. Shit. One time at the glory holes and already busted. Rowley saw me and chuckled. “No worries, white dump. Long as you take care of me I’ll never tell your secret. But next time – just me, not my buddy. Or maybe with another buddy who is not afraid of a white boy’s mouth and ass. I’ve got several of those. We’ll make it a party.” And with that, he opened the door and left.Part 3 of 3Another 5 minutes and my two black stud fuckers were gone. My video had stopped running and I needed some air. I gathered my clothes, dressed, and wandered out of the booth area into the main bookstore. I saw several men eying me, identifying me as the guy in the booth getting fucked and taking cum. My fuckers were just loud enough to be heard, so it was no secret what was going on and who was doing it. Also, I realized as I walked through the display of oversized toys that my ass could not contain all the cum that had been dumped into it and I was leaking into kaçak bahis my shorts. Finally I was forced to run my hand down the back of my pants and capture a large wad of spooge as it settled into my briefs. Without even thinking I brought my hand with the mixed cum of 4 men up to my lips and licked my fingers clean. Too late I realized I was being watched – in case they didn’t know before, there was now no question: The young white muscle jock in the jeans and t-shirt was a class a cock sucking cum draining ass giving fuck slut. I checked the time. Still kind of early, so I headed back to the booths to see what else might happen.As it turned out, I decided to take a quick piss before heading back to duty at the holes. I turned back into the store and walked toward the back of the building, where a sign read MEN. I opened the door and was surprised that the public toilet was actually clean and useable. There was one urinal –currently occupied – and two stalls. I entered the stall closest to the door and latched myself in. I needed to pee, but I also had to deal with the steady flow of spunk that was leaking from my distended asshole. I dropped my jeans and unceremoniously plopped onto the toilet seat. Only then did I see them –and I almost laughed out loud. A glory hole on either side of the cubicle I was in. Well, why not, I thought. Toilet sex was glory hole sex, at least according to all the porn I had read and watched. And sure enough, a glance to my left through the hole showed the urinal user finishing up his business and shaking off his tool. He was a tall white man who looked like he had come straight from the construction site – muscled but not gym pumped. Short blond hair with a cap perched on top, blue work shirt and black jeans completed the look. No doubt – he was interesting. I hoped his cock matched his overall appearance. I hate to be tacky, but at this point I should point out that I am a huge size queen – the bigger the rod, the better. I was not disappointed – as the construction guy finished up, I saw a big lump of flesh flop into his jeans. It only flashed for an instant but that was enough to let me know this was going to be my fifth cock of the evening. I squatted onto the floor and stuck my tongue through the hole. God, in the bathroom with cum up my ass, mouth open for another man’s cock, I felt dirty and sexy and horny as fuck. To complete the picture, I started loudly smacking my lips. “Huh,” Construction Guy mumbled, “Can’t even piss without a cocksucker on my heels.” But he wasn’t complaining. CG walked up to the hole but instead of his cock he stuck two of his dirty, thick fingers into my mouth. I could taste the piss left behind and he turned those fingers back and forth, screwing them into my mouth. I sucked and licked, tongued and gagged, turned on by the danger of being caught as well as the domination of my new buddy. “Open your door, punk,” he stated. It was an order I dared not ignore, and I stood quickly, jeans still around my ankles, and flipped the latch on the stall door. He was upon me at once and took control immediately. CGtook my head in both his big calloused hands and pulled me toward him as if to kiss me deeply and tenderly. Fuck, no way. He started spitting in my face and lewdly licking up and down my cheeks. When I started to protest, he spat into my open mouth. Each time I started. “Wait…” SPIT. “No, I…” SPIT. When he finally let go of my face, Construction Guy had covered me in his saliva. He pushed me to my knees and in the same movement pulled open his jeans. I waited for his cock to appear, but he was waiting for me to pull it out, because he reached down and slapped my face – hard – and said in a flat voice, “What are you waiting for, pussy? Fuckin’ work my cock! I want to see you adore and worship that fucker like it was the goddamn staff of life.”OK, I was really getting into the submissiveness of my situation. I responded in guttural mews and grunts, taking the now-rigid cut 8 inch fuck slab and did what he asked. I spit and polished and shined and licked and rubbed and made love to that piece of meat for all I was worth. “Yeah, Yeah,” he grunted, pleased with my actions. I plunged my mouth all the way down the shaft, deep throating and holding it in my hot throat, all the while knowing he was getting off on my piggy behavior. Suddenly my stud pulled his cock from my throat and back a step back, looking down at me. I only looked up, knowing it was not my place to question him. Then with both hands he grabbed me under my arms and pulled me up, spun me around, and kind of threw me over the toilet. I had to catch myself before I took a header into the bowl. CG took his hard spit slick pole in one hand and rammed it – hard – into my open asshole. No lube. Thank God for the cum leaking out or I would have been ruined. “Oh, oh God,” he cried out. “Your goddam fuck hole is hot and wet. You sick mother fucker – you been taking cum loads from all the perverts here this afternoon. What a fuckin’ sick and twisted freak you are. “He went on and on in this vein while pummeling my hole with his rock hard stick. This guy knew how to fuck. Slowly I gained some sense of balance and half stood, raising a leg up to the toilet seat and bracing both hands against the wall behind the toilet. I had to pull one leg out of my jeans in order to left my leg so I was left with my pants hanging from one foot, “Shit. Yeah. Fuck. My. Ass. Off. Fuck it off. Fuck it through. Fuck fuck fuck me.” I was nearly delirious as my arousal washed over me.Suddenly he began long dicking my hole and I knew he was… yeah, shit -he was dumping his hot sweet load into my ravaged hole. “Take it, fucker. Take the juice you fucking crave,” he more or less said under his breath. When he finally stopped spewing, he abruptly pulled out. Just quit fucking me. “Fuuuck,” I moaned, bending even further toward the toilet and sticking my ass even higher. “Just hose me,” I begged. Instead, he pulled up his jeans, quickly buckled up, and headed to the door. I was pissed, but not for long. He opened the Men‘s Room door, put the trash can in front to hold it wide open, and then came back to drag me from the stall over to the urinal. “Stay.” He ordered. With my pants at my ankles and my butt raw with fuck slop and my overall mood horny and unfulfilled, I did as he commanded. Then – I couldn’t believe it – he went back to the door. “Faggot piss pig bottom really needs it,” he called into the room at large. Shit. I tried to quickly dress but he slapped my ass. “Don’t fucking move, I’m going to pimp your hole out as I see fit, to whoever I think will enjoy your sloppy cunt. Who knows, maybe even your dad will drop by tonight.” I looked up sharply. My dad? What the fuck was he talking about? Did this guy know me? No, I figured, he was just talking. Meanwhile, three men were already standing at the door. “You got 5 minutes each, more if you double team this slut. The goal is to load him up with cum and piss – as much as he can take- and when he can’t take anymore, keep pounding him. I don’t want him to ever forget coming to the bookstore tonight.” And with that, I was suddenly the center of what looked to be a real live gangbang. Shit….

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