GLORY HOLE [mmmmmmmf] [oral] [facial] [swallow]

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I was at a bar with my friend, Sasha, when I excused myself to pee. We had never been to this bar before. It was kind of on the outskirts of town and grungy in the coolest way possible. Fortunate Son was playing on the jukebox as I went into the bathroom and found a guy at the urinal, so I headed to the stall. The bathroom was painted black and the walls were littered with graffiti and stickers.

And then, as I was peeing, I glanced to the side.

It couldn’t be, I said with a bemused chuckle. And so, I snapped a photo of a small hole in the wall and rushed back to Sasha, giddy like a schoolchild, eager to show her what I found.

“Look, look, look,” I said, chuckling to myself as I showed her the photo of the hole in the men’s bathroom.

“No,” she said, laughing. “Is that what I think that is?”

“I mean … I THINK so?” I said.

Sasha smirked. Her eyes darted from side to side as she nibbled on her bottom lip. For some reason, she felt the need to lean in and whisper to me, despite the blasting rock music, that she always wanted to be the girl on the other side. My eyes grew wide.

Sasha had been a friend of mine for years. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say there wasn’t intense sexual attraction. I glanced towards the bathrooms. On the left, the men’s room, on the right, the women’s, and in the middle, a “janitors closet.” Above the closet, a single red lightbulb glowed.

“I think you should do it,” I said.

She flagged the bartender and ordered three shots of Jaeger. And then she pounded them all, by herself.

“Let’s do this,” she said.

I watched as she stood and headed to the janitor’s closet. When she stepped inside and presumably locked the door, the red light switched to green. Instantly, three men (regulars) perked up. They casually headed to the bathroom. I was in awe. My cock was ROCK hard. I couldn’t fucking believe this! I knew Sasha had a dirty streak to her. But this? I was shocked.

Sasha was your typical grungy looking hipster. She wore all black. Her jeans were ripped, she had dark brown hair and always wore big sunglasses and flannel shirts, usually tied around her waist. She’d rock a Metallica tank top and wore tons of jangly bracelets.

I wanted to fuck her from the day I met her. But she decided that I would be the friend she came to to gossip about her one night stands, instead. In person, we had a strict friendship. But over text, she loved knowing that I was masturbating to her stories.

Was this my chance? Was she secretly hoping I’d be one of the guys?? I remembered a quote: “It’s better to ask for forgiveness than beg for permission.” And so, I headed to the men’s room. No one seemed disgusted or bothered by the fact that there were six men, casually standing online outside of the men’s room. The door opened and a man stepped out of the bathroom, smirking. He zipped up his pants and headed back to his friends, who were playing pool.

A conversation was had. He was nodding. They were laughing. High fiving. The next man entered the bathroom. I was dying to know what was happening inside Sasha’s closet.

A few days later, Sasha would tell me exactly what happened, via text message, of course. Selfies and videos included.

“You filmed it?” I asked.

“Duh LOL!” she wrote. “There were seven guys. And I sucked them all off. One after the other. Bam, bam, bam. It was so fucking hot. The first guy came in right after I closed the door. I hadn’t even gotten settled and I was like, am I allowed to speak to these guys or what? And how did they know I was in there?”

“The red light over the closet door changed to green,” I texted.

“OMG LOL!” She said. “Okay. Makes sense. So, I was like, gimme a sec. And he says take your time. Meanwhile, he puts his cock through the hole in the wall. I took off all of my clothes. This is obviously a thing, because there was a small stool for me to sit on and also a small pillow if I wanted to be on my knees. And there were a bunch of cleaning products and hooks on the wall for my clothes. When I grabbed this guy’s dick, he moaned. I sucked him off and he came pretty quickly. I asked if he wanted to cum on me or in my mouth and he said mouth, so I deep throated him and felt him bust down my throat. I didn’t know it at the time, but one down, seven to go. The next guy came RIGHT in. How?”

“There was a line,” I wrote.

“That’s cock #1,” she said, sending me a selfie of her sucking a stranger’s cock in a dark closet. I’d never seen her tits before. I’d never seen her naked before.

“Wow,” I wrote.

“It gets better. Second guy comes in and he says he likes to hear all of the sounds. He likes it rough. He tells me to press my head against the hole in the wall and open my mouth. He wanted to fuck my throat. He goes ‘don’t move!’ So I just rest my head against the wall and let this stranger fuck my mouth. He fucks. HARD. And he had a big dick. So I was drooling and sort of like, gushing saliva. Everywhere. It was messy. My tits were soaked. See?”

A photo arrived of Sasha giving a thumbs up to her camera, a cock to the right of her, sperm all over her face and saliva all over her tits.

“Third guy comes in and tells me he just wants a handjob. I grab the jar of lube and stroke his cock until he blasts on my tits, too! He came like a FOUNTAIN. This poor guy, lol. Look at how much cum there was!”

A photo arrived of Sasha reacting with a silly face while holding a cock in her right hand. She hadn’t been kidding. This guy covered her entire chest in jizz.

“Jesus CHRIST!” I said.

“#4 comes in. I gag myself. It was so much fun. I loved fucking my own throat with these cocks. I was choking myself on him, gagging, spitting, drooling everywhere. He says, ‘You ready?’ And I go yeah baby! Gimme that nut! And he cums onto my tongue and tells me to swallow.

A video arrived of this man fucking her throat. I could hear it all. Her throat. Her gagging. The saliva gushing out of her mouth and hitting the floor. I could hear him say “YOU READY?” I could hear her say, “Yeah baby! Gimme that nut!” And then, an explosion of jizz. Rope after rope shot into her face. She giggled, holding her camera to the side, capturing the entire thing.

“The fifth guy comes in and it’s more of the same. But I wasn’t bored at all. I could have sucked every cock in that bar. So dirty. He came into my mouth and I swallowed. I could feel his jizz in my stomach, sloshing around as I kept sucking him until he banged on the wall, laughing and cursing. He thanked me! LOL. How cute, right?”

A photo arrived of Sasha posing next to his cock. Her face was a fucking mess. Jizz and saliva everywhere. Her mascara was running. Her entire body was wet with sweat. She was smiling, her face sticky wet.

“Number 6 walks in. He says he wants to fuck me? I was like huh. I didn’t know that was a thing. So I stand up and bend over and walk backwards onto his cock. He fucks me, but I wanted his nut in my stomach. I never knew I liked swallowing cum so much! When he got close, I spun around and yanked off his condom. Look!”

A video arrived of Sasha awkwardly filming a stranger fuck her while she stood, bent over. When he announces he’s close, she spun around, dropped to her knees, yanked off the rubber and plunged her mouth over his cock as he blew his load. She turned to the camera and shot another thumbs up while sperm ran out of her mouth and dripped onto her tits. In the video she giggles and says, “What a mess.”

“Okay!” Sasha said. “Last guy.”

My heart started to race. The last guy was me. Did she know? What would she say?

“Last guy!” I wrote. “So?”

“So the last guy comes in. Again, didn’t know he was the last guy for a while. Anyway, he comes in and slides his cock through the hole. I take his cock in my hand. It was big, so I spat on it and then slurped up my saliva and throated myself some more. He was moaning as he thrusted his cock into my mouth. Here’s a video.”

A video arrived. A video of ME. Getting my cock sucked. By my friend. And she had no idea it was me. My heart was racing watching the video. Watching saliva gush out of Sasha’s mouth and land on her thighs as she struggled to fuck her own mouth with my cock. She opened her mouth wide and just pumped her head up and down as drool coated my cock.

“That’s good, baby,” she whispers in the video as it stops rolling.

“So this guy had the biggest load,” she said. “Lucky I filmed it. He fucked my throat the hardest of any of the guys. My eyes were watering like crazy. Finally, he says he’s close, so I hit play. Check this out!”

A video arrived. Sasha fucked her throat with my cock faster and faster and faster, drooling, spitting, sputtering. Saliva was everywhere. She was soaking wet. And then, in the video, I hear myself on the video whisper that I’m close. I tried to mask my voice so she wouldn’t recognize me.

“Gimme it!” She screamed in the video.

And then, I ejaculated, emptying myself onto my friend’s face, totally unbeknownst to her. Sperm shot out. Rope after rope, splattering, hitting her everywhere. Face. Mouth. Tits. Shoulder. Stomach. I kept cumming, like a fucking fountain. Pumping thick ropes all over my friend while she sat on her knees in a dark closet, filming it.

“Yessss!” She giggled. “Wow! Fuck! So much! Pose for a selfie!”

And then, a final photo was delivered to my phone. A photo of Sasha, on her knees, absolutely wrecked. Coated in the load of seven—well, six—strangers. And one, … well, me. She was drenched in cum. Drenched in saliva. Her eyes were bloodshot. Her hair was wet. She looked exhausted and overcome with joy.

After that, I put my cock back into my pants and headed to our table, where I waited. After several minutes, the light switched to red and the door opened. Sasha dipped into the women’s bathroom and waited for quite a while. I suppose, so she could blend in with other women who were exiting the bathroom and not be a dead giveaway that she was the one in the glory hole.

We hung out for a little longer and then called for our check. The owner came over and leaned down and whispered something in Sasha’s ear. As we walked outside, she told me that he discreetly said, “Just tip your server.”

“What did you do when you got home?” I asked.

“Um. Are you serious? I was SO fucking horny, I jilled myself for like a full hour and then took a bath.”

After that, silence. I saw the “…” appear and then disappear from my screen several times. I wondered what she was writing. Was she asking? Changing her mind? Did she want to know … or did she not want to know? Finally, she texted me.

“Love you, babe. Thanks for not judging.”

“I never would,” I wrote.

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