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(Mm-teen, exh, oral, glory) *** I immediately knew that I loved sucking cock from my first visit to an adult theatre, as I explained in my first story. I was a high school senior with a cute little girl friend, who had no idea that her boyfriend was regularly sucking men's cocks in a seedy, little porno house, not more than 5 miles from her front door. I had only tasted my first cock a little over two months before and now was there frequently. Literally spending hours on my knees draining men's balls into my mouth and throat. My girlfriend and I had driven by there together many times, but she had no idea that it was a house of worship for me. She had finally started spreading her legs and letting me pump her virgin pussy full of my young cum regularly, but I had developed a hunger for semen. I loved fucking her and did so often, but needed to taste cock regularly now and continued to do so. I loved the process of searching for men that needed it done. I loved kneeling down in front of a stranger to suck his cock. Embarrassment and dignity are not traits that a true cocksucker possesses and I certainly didn't. All that I knew was that I loved servicing men and I knew that I was getting incredibly talented. I learned a multitude of ways to stimulate men's dicks with my mouth and hands and now could take a man's cum from him as quickly as I wanted to. I loved cum and knew I had to become the best to get all the prime cocks in the theatre. Judging by my popularity with the hottest, hung guys, I was certain that I had become the best in the place. I now often visited the theatre at about 4:30 in the afternoon on weekdays. My homework was done and it was an easy time to disappear for a few hours. More importantly though, was that was when a lot of married guys stopped in for relief between work and home. I liked servicing married guys because they seemed more normal to me, often were pretty good looking and only wanted a hot hungry hole for them to pump their cum into. Their wives were too stressed out with jobs and kids and didn't want to be cum receptacles. I was thankful for this because it provided me with an endless supply of thick, delicious cum. I now had many guys that I worked on regularly and I was affectionately known as "that young kid that sucks everybody off". No one knew my name or cared. I liked it that way. Mary, the old woman that managed the place often even let me in for free. She could see the parade of men coming in after work and walking directly to my seat to stand next to me, lower their pants and watch the movie while I serviced them. I brought them ecstacy, took their semen, and within 10 minutes they walked back out. I was definitely was bringing guys in at a time that would usually be dead. I would often have more than one man standing in front of me with his pants down and a big erection in my face. I could work on multiple men and completely satisfy them all like an expert. A good looking, high school jock that sucks all comers is a pretty good for business at a run down porno house. Mary knew it and always treated me well. One afternoon as I was giving a blowjob to one of the regulars, he asked if I would be at the waterfront park bathhouse at all, now that it was opened for the summer. I stopped sucking his cock for a moment, looked up at him and told him that I didn't know what he was talking about. He said that many guys would be heading there for blowjobs in the warmer weather because they don't have to pay to get into the theatre. He told me that there were two stalls in the park men's room with a glory hole between them. I was shocked to hear about what a glory hole is and how it worked, but I was instantly excited. He also said that it's mostly been guys jerking off there lately because there haven't been any cocksuckers there, which was all that I needed to hear. I told him that I would try it the next day, and then went back to work on his dark meat. This excited me, but also concerned me because the park that he was talking about was close to my house. I had to check out this new opportunity to work on more men, so, the next day I went to the park directly from school. The bathhouse was an old, concrete block building, painted forest green, tucked into a quiet corner of the park by a botanical garden. Walking in, it had a concrete floor, old, worn, white ceramic sinks and urinals and three plywood toilet stalls at the far end. It was a place that my mother always discouraged me from using, so I never really went in there unless I really had to take a leak bad. I guess that people, including my mother, sort of knew what went on in there. There were two windows that were kind of high on the walls, with the sills about 5 feet high from the inside floor and even higher from the ground outside. I looked in the first stall and it looked normal, just the usual painted over graffiti carved into the walls and the standard broken toilet paper holder. I then looked in the second stall and immediately felt my chest tighten when I saw it! A perfectly round hole, about 8-inch in diameter drilled in the partition exactly at waist height between the 2nd and 3rd stall. The partition was a single sheet of old 3/4-inch plywood and the hole must have been there for at least twenty years. The edges were well worn and rounded. Even the inside edges of the hole were painted with endless layers of institutional dark green paint. I went into the third stall, put down my book bag in the corner, lowered my pants and sat and waited. I was fascinated by the obvious fact that cocks of all shapes and sizes had pumped incredible amounts of cum into hungry mouths year after year, all through this 8-inch circle in this weary sheet of plywood. There had to be an incredible sexual energy or spirit field within this tiny circle. All the living liquid pumped through it from one soul to another for all these years. I knew that I was soon to become the latest soul to receive the milk of life here in this hole's long Glorious history! My heart raced as I imagined the history of this hole and all of the needy, masculine guys standing against one side in ecstasy, while submissive cocksuckers knelt on the other side serving them and obediently drinking their seed. I bet there were thousands of gallons of cum consumed through this amazing hole. I wondered who the other cocksuckers were and if there were any other kids like me that had sucked here or if I was the youngest. I knew that I was the youngest person that I had ever seen in the theatre. I was trembling with excitement waiting to find out what this dream was truly like. My fantasizing was abruptly interrupted when I heard footsteps on the wooden ramp leading up to the bath house door. The screen door squealed open and then slammed itself shut. An older guy, maybe in his mid 40's, walked in, entered the next stall and stood facing the toilet. He lowered his work jeans and boxer shorts, but he didn't piss, he started stroking himself. As I leaned forward to see through the Glory Hole, I saw that his manhood was breathtakingly huge and beautiful! It was very big and thick, with a foreskin thin enough that I could see the shape of his beautiful mushroom knob beneath it. I immediately noticed the wedding band on his left hand. He looked down and saw my eye pressed tight to the hole as he stroked his member. He bent down and looked through at me. Seeing I was much younger than he expected, he paused for a moment and then gruffly said, "what?!?", "do you want to look at it kid?" I nervously whimpered "yes sir" and immediately realized how pathetic I sounded. He had to know right away by my weak, nervous response that he was going to fuck my mouth at will and I would receive his cock and semen injection without resistance. He fed it through and I immediately felt a rush of adrenaline through my body! This was life at its best! A hole in the wall with an enormous cock and balls now fed through like a beautiful trophy on my stall wall. It was the most beautiful and exciting thing that I had ever seen. It was there for me to worship until it ejaculated in my mouth. This place was in every way my perfect world. My heart was pounding with excitement and my hands and legs trembling with excitement over discovery of this wonderful place. I knew immediately that I would spend endless hours drinking from men's loins in this very stall, from this very Glory Hole. I even loved the name, Glory Hole! So fitting! So perfect! The glory of manhood offered to a worshipper like me. The Glory of me kissing, licking sucking, pumping and deep-throating cocks. And, the Glory of each beautiful gland pumping its reproductive juices into my mouth, down my throat and into my belly. The staff in front of me was a real manly cock with a thick, untrimmed, unruly dark bush, big heavy balls, it had a sweaty, salty smell. The tip already glistened with a dew drop of pre-cum. It was only semi-hard and hung about 8 inches already! I felt short of breath as I admired it and felt it's heaviness with my hand. I tasted the pre-cum with my tongue and heard him moan as the tip of my tongue slid from the underside of his massive knob up along his cum hole. I savored his unusually tangy pre-cum for a second or two before swallowing. He let out a very, low, heavy moan as I took the first 4 or 5 inches of his remarkable cock into my wet, hot, hungry mouth. I began slowly fucking it with my mouth while stroking it with my hand for a few minutes, but based on his breathing and moaning, I knew that I needed to go easy if I wanted to enjoy this prize for any length of time. I was sucking about 15 to 20 cocks every week by this time and knew exactly what I was doing. I knew it wouldn't take much for this one to unload! It was too perfect to allow my worship to end too quickly. I slowly lifted my mouth from it and again admired it's now wet and glistening magnificence. I began to gently stroke and lick the shaft gently over each raised vein along his now rock hard 10" member. I remember realizing that this cock was considerably thicker than my wrist. I could feel him quiver with each touch of my tongue as I savored each passing minute of worshipping this man's magnificent reproductive organ. God, how woman must love being fertilized by this man's amazing organ. I began stroking it while spending a few minutes sucking on each of his big hairy balls and cleaning his sweaty, salty scrotum with my hungry tongue. This hard working construction guy was moaning as I was greedily cleaning his genitals with my young mouth. Then I was startled to hear the words "suck it kid"! But it wasn't my partner speaking! It was a man standing in front of my stall in the now open door stroking his own hard cock. I was so mesmerized by this beautiful trophy cock that I hadn't even realized that another guy came in, opened my stall door and was watching me stroking this massive cock with a big hairy testicle in my mouth. I didn't remove the testicle from my hungry mouth as I looked up at this unexpected voyeur. I felt like a total cocksucker at that moment, on my knees in broad daylight staring up at a stranger in a suit with another man's testicle completely in my mouth. And yet, I kept that testicle in my mouth massaging it with my tongue as I stared up at this guy. He then commanded, "Suck his dick kid! Make him cum!" I knew that my beauty was going to unload it's cum fast if I really started sucking on it again, but also suddenly realized that it was probably going to get busy in there quickly and I had better focus on draining this monster now while I had the chance. The guy at the stall door was right. It was time for me to serve my purpose. I lowered my mouth onto my construction guy's beautiful penis and with three increasingly deep gulps took his entire glorious cock in my mouth and right down my throat. He immediately let out a series of loud, deep, groans as my lips and nose were now pressed tight to the stall wall with his hairy balls and scrotum snugly resting against my chin. I felt his massive member begin pumping and contracting within my completely outstretched mouth and throat. I gagged a little as his massive organ began pumping its thick rich semen deep into my throat. The knob was a few inches down my throat, but I could feel it pulsating as it began releasing sperm. I heard the guy at the door gasp "Holy Shit!" as he watched me swallow all 10" of this thick sausage and heard my partner groaning in pleasure. He knew that my partner was inseminating me at that moment. As I was submissively and motionlessly receiving stream after stream of my partner's seed, I felt hot cum hitting my face and ear as the man watching stood over me jerking his own hot cum all over me. I didn't object and I didn't move. I couldn't. My duty at that moment was to allow my partner's amazing cock to complete its process of pumping all of its fertile sperm deep into me. I heard the stall door slam as my observer left. I was now alone with one stranger's cock finishing its most basic purpose deep in my throat as another stranger's cum dripped from my face, into my ear and onto my shirt. My heart and cock were pounding with excitement. I was completely happy! I allowed my man to relax in my throat for a moment, before I slowly withdrew it and then gently slid my thumb up the long thick vein along the underside of his meat. I milked a nice stream of cum into my mouth from what remained in his shaft. I held his sperm in my mouth to savor that intense, heavy flavor that can only be produced by a man's cock and testicles. I then sucked him gently for a minute before letting him pull that long, beautiful snake back through the hole in the wall. He leaned over to the hole and asked if I could meet him again the next day, same time. I just blurted out, "Okay!" He chuckled, "Nice job kid, see you tomorrow." I heard him laugh to himself and realized my only place with him for the rest of our lives would be as his cocksucker whenever our paths ever crossed. Our paths crossed many times through the years and I was correct in my original assessment. We always found a quick place to go and I sucked his cock and drank his cum him every time we bumped into each other. I could never say no to him. He never said much to me except thanks, after each time that he use my mouth as a fuck hole. I remained in my stall for the next several hours and sucked on a half dozen cocks of all shapes and sizes. One guy came in that looked a little too undesirable to drink from, so I gave him a wet hand job to make him cum and free up the stall for more worthy cocks. Several times during the afternoon I was alone for up to 20 minutes and I would stretch my legs and watch out the window or door for approaching guys. At the sight of an approaching partner, I would dutifully return to my booth and wait for my next offering. Surprisingly, only a couple of guys came in the entire afternoon to actually use the bathroom. It was amazing that this little building was primarily used for a very different purpose than the reason that it was constructed. How could I have never realized this? Late in the afternoon, as dusk was approaching, I was looking through the door. It had been quiet for a while, and I began to think about grabbing my book bag and heading home, when I saw someone approaching. At first I figured that I would be giving one more blowjob before I headed home. I was just about to head into my little cock sucking stall when I realized that this person looked familiar. My chest tightened as I realized that it was my buddy Tim! What the fuck was he doing at the park! Oh Fuck, this was bad! Real Bad!!! I panicked and was going to grab my book bag and walk out, but then thought, "Why would I say I was in a public bathroom in an empty park with my book bag four hours after school had let out?" Worse yet, the right side of my hair was crusted with cum and my jersey stained with streams and drops of cum from the guy that shot on me earlier. I figured I would clean up before I left, but didn't have time to now! This was not on my normal route to anywhere! I had never come face to face with anyone that I really knew in the porno theatre. This was bad, very bad! I ran back into my stall and hoped that Tim either didn't come in or just used a urinal and left. I sat quietly and heard the bathroom screen door open and then a few footsteps and then nothing. This was good! He must be at the urinal and will be gone in a minute. He wouldn't even realize that someone was in the end stall. But after a long pause I heard a few more steps and then heard the adjacent the stall door open. I sat still, very nervous, desperately coming up with an excuse story in my head fast! This was the first time that my normal life had ever crossed paths with this secret world that I was now part of. I thought, "God, how I wished I had never sucked Derek's cock that first night in the theatre." That started it all and I was too fucking stupid to stop. I knew I fucked up bad and was scared to death to be exposed. I quietly tried to scrape cum from my shirt with my fingernails. It wasn't working. Fuck, this was bad! Fortunately, the Glory Hole was stationed in front of the toilet, so if I leaned back while sitting on the toilet, you couldn't really see my face. "Please God!" I thought, "Let Tim just go to the bathroom and leave!" It was very quiet, for a minute and then two. I leaned a little away from the partition and realized that he was facing the toilet, not sitting on it. I gradually got a little braver and leaned further away from the partition and could see his shadow and was stunned to see what looked like he was slowly stroking himself. I was puzzled. I had never seen him at the theatre. How could he have possibly known about this Glory Hole and what it was for? I gradually leaned a little forward and peeked through my little porthole and almost gasped when I saw my buddy's hard cock in his hand, clearly angled to provide a clear view from the Glory Hole. I felt guilty as I studied it, but immediately felt that familiar, overwhelming desire to receive it. He must have been serviced here before and came here to get it done again. Jesus, when did he find out that he could get his cock sucked whenever he wanted by cocksuckers like me?!? At first I thought that I wouldn't, but quickly realized that if I delayed too long, he may start trying to see me to determine whether I was someone that could accommodate him. I had known Tim since I was in the 2nd grade and he was in the 1st grade. We had been close friends ever since then. I was suddenly realizing that my best alternative to end this situation was to anonymously suck his cock for him! This was fucked up and crazy, but I realized was probably the only way out of this. I then very nervously reached to the hole with my finger to signal him to insert his cock into it. I was unbelievably scared as I reached over because I knew that some guys looked through before feeding their manhood through, to make sure that they are comfortable with the guy that they are offering it to. I prayed that he would be the kind of guy that just slid it through and let me do what cocksuckers do. As beautiful as his cock was, and as much as I would enjoy servicing and drinking from it, this was the first one that I ever would feel ashamed to be caught working on. I had never sucked the cock of someone that knew me, never mind another kid, who happened to be one of my best friends. I signaled with my fingers and heard him moving and then, suddenly, there it was in all of its young and virile beauty! It was about to be the youngest cock that I had ever taken care of and it was simply perfect! It was about 7 ½ or 8 inches long, circumcised and nicely proportioned knob and shaft size. It was definitely thicker than average, which is also very good. I love having nice full members in my mouth. It was very hard and had a thinner skin on it than many I have sucked. I could see the maze of veins meandering under skin along his shaft, but they didn't protrude like they do on some cocks. I heard him moan as I took it in my hand and knew that he was about to receive the best sex of his young life. I knew that he hadn't fucked a girl yet and he was about to receive my deluxe treatment. I would make this spectacular for my buddy! He never had to know it was my mouth that brought him such pleasure. I suddenly was losing my fear and the desire was rapidly taking control. I continued to hold his cock as I got off the toilet and kneeled in front of it. I was now in my usual trance-like state as I knelt before this beautiful member and was about begin making it feel wonderful. We both softly moaned as I took him into my mouth. He was very excited and I would need to work his member gently to prolong this experience for him. I decided to stroke and lick it a little and even suck on his balls for him, which were hanging nicely on my side of the partition. As I took his left testicle into my mouth, I heard a much louder moan and immediately realized that he wasn't going to be able to last. I wanted to keep this beautiful, large, hairy ball in my mouth, but was sure that he would begin cumming if I did. There was no way that I was going to risk wasting even a drop of semen from this beautiful young cock, by not having it in my mouth when it began to erupt. He was clearly a newbie and I would have to treat him tenderly. I gently lowered my mouth off of his testicle and realized that he had already released an excessive amount of pre-cum that was coating most of his knob and starting to run down the underside of his shaft. It was a lot and I instinctively began to lower my mouth on it, but wisely caught myself and realized that if I waited and let him rest for a minute, I could probably then gently take it into my mouth and enjoy a nice feeding of his pre-cum as an appetizer, before I began drinking the full load from my buddy's balls. I held his cock as vertically as I could to let the pre-cum begin to glaze his shaft instead of dripping. It seemed like an eternity, although was probably only a minute or two before he seemed back in composure enough to allow me to take his member back into my mouth and taste his love juice for the first time. This time I moaned loudly because it was as much fluid as some guys normal loads. And it was so salty and delicious! And it was Tim's! His moan was synchronized with mine as I gently cleaned his cock free of this slippery liquid with my hungry mouth. I savored it before swallowing. I loved that Tim was feeding his cum to me. Tim was now under my total control. This is always the point I love to reach when working on men's cocks. They become so stimulated and in such euphoria, that they become completely submissive to my mouth. I know what I am about to take from them and they have now become animalistic, just desperately waiting to perform their most basic male need, which is injecting their partner with their sperm. I am the receiver and I am always uncontrollably excited as my partners get close to unloading into me, but this is the brief point at which I have the control. I can prolong them and enjoy little tastes of pre-cum or I make them ejaculate immediately. They can't walk away, they are too close. It is my time! Tim's cock was now producing a steady trickle of it's nutrients for me. The rich, flavorful milk was secreting from his knob and I was nursing on every drop. He had now become my submissive buddy, anxiously waiting for me to work my magic and let him jump back in control by fully ejaculating into me. I knew that once he started pumping his fluid into me, it would become my most complete act of submission. Ironically, Tim would go from being at my mercy to being the alpha male at the exact moment that he began injecting me with his sperm. I decided that I finally needed to let my poor aching friend inseminate me. I couldn't prolong it any longer for my greedy personal desires. I began to rhythmically pumping my mouth over his penis repeatedly running my outstretched lips up and down from his knob to his balls. I began gently tickling his balls and scrotum with my fingers, hardly touching it so it provided additional stimulation to my now aggressive fucking of his cock with my mouth. I wanted him to cum hard and thoroughly into me. I could hardly breath due to the excitement of knowing that Tim was about to cum in my mouth. He immediately began to whimper as I continued aggressively fucking his large, young, swollen erection with my mouth. Then came a series of loud cries as he began filling my mouth with what seemed like gallons of cum. It was the most wonderful load that I ever had (and that is impressive since I had swallowed hundreds of loads by this point in my short cock sucking career). I even had to swallow as he was still cumming because there was so much. It was a tremendous load of cum. As I knelt there receiving stream after stream of cum, I remembered hoping that nobody was outside the building, because Tim's moans were so loud, that they would surely be heard outside. As Tim was pumping his cum into my mouth and throat, something happened that had never happened before or since. My cock started shooting its own load all over the floor. I wasn't touching myself in any way. My mouth and both hands were busy working on Tim's genitals. But I was shooting hard and shooting a lot. It even hit Tim's bare legs, shoes and pants under the partition. When Tim finished cumming, he allowed me to gently suck and lick him clean for a few minutes before gently pulling it back through the hole. As he was getting his pants up and using toilet paper to clean them as best he could, he softly said "thanks for the blowjob, that it was awesome!" He then surprised me by asking when I would be there again. I couldn't let him hear my voice so I disguised it and just grunted "Friday at four." I grunted, "Sorry, about your pants." He pleasantly replied, "Don't worry about it, it was worth it." I counted the moments until I could work on my buddy's cock again on Friday. I did bring a small bolt lock with me the next day, which I installed on the inside of my stall door to make sure that Tim never opened it and witnessed me working on cocks and also so guys wouldn't be cumming all over me anymore. I drank many loads from my buddy Tim that summer and incredibly, he never knew that it was me drinking all of his cum, or at least never let on that he knew. He clearly needed his blowjobs as much as I needed to give them. As I said in my first story, I knew from the moment that the first cock slid into my mouth that this was my calling. I still suck off guys almost every day, often at rest areas, Glory Holes, theatres and public rest rooms. I am married, love women, am attracted to women and love to fuck pussy. I am good looking, professional, in great shape, successful and have a big dick of my own. I am not so much attracted to men as I am to their cocks. I find large cocks, balls and hairy scrotums are simply breathtakingly beautiful and purely sexual. I feel pure joy while servicing men and especially love the first time that I service a stranger and receive his load. The feeling of a cock erupting in my mouth is the most wonderful, euphoric feeling that I have ever known. Even after sucking off tens of thousands of men, every load is still as wonderful as the first. I love the sensation, the flavor and especially the submissive nature of being on my knees with another man standing over me with his manhood pumping his reproductive fluids into my receiving mouth and throat. There were a few over the years that were at a different level and the first time being inseminated by my buddy Tim's cock is at the top of the list. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 51