[MM] [Group] Catching up on my debauchery in grad school.

Back when I was 24 or 25, I was in a new city in Texas at a large university in a high pressure, short program. It was a meat grinder in the business school. Get in, get recruited, and get out. I moved there single, and knew I was most likely not going to stay in the city after I graduated.

I wasn’t interested in drinking at bars and getting struck out week after week. I didn’t have much experience, didn’t want to date. I just wanted something other than my hand for release.

This was in the day when craigslist still had personal ads. And one was always catching my eye. A gloryhole with a cardboard booth, right in the door. Every once in a while, the ad would mention two hungry mouths ready to service cocks. In a rare, blue moon event, there would be three.

Two mouths, three mouths. More than I had ever had. I kept thinking about it. Watching gloryhole porn. I’m straight but…a mouth is a mouth right?

So, I messaged one day. A Friday night. I lived where all the students, frats, and sororities lived in old and new buildings, all cheaply built and expensive to rent.

I lived in one of the older apartment buildings, near rowdy frats. The reply came in that the gloryhole was only two blocks away. A 5-10 minute walk. I could go, walk by, see if I really wanted to do it….and be back home without any time lost.

So I did what every horny twenty something male would do: I walked over. It was a grey two-story building with a red double door. “The Old Grocery Store” was the sign above it. My heart was pounding, and my cock started to stir as I got closer and closer.

Enter the red door, then immediate right door. It was dark, claustrophobic. Immediately I was in a cardboard booth with a hole at cock-level. I dropped my sweat pants. Immediately I felt a mouth latch on and start sucking. A hand slipped between my thighs and started massaging my ass. Ok, maybe not such a bad idea.

A few minutes later, and I hear a creak from the floor. Another warm mouth on the side of my cock. Another hand slipping in to grope me. Mouths fighting over my cock. One sucking my balls, one worshiping my cock.

My memory is fuzzy, I couldn’t recall if a voice told me or messaged me later, but that he had convinced his roommate to try sucking cock (instead of going out with his girlfriend). They were jacking each other while worshiping my cock.

There’s a rush of adrenaline when you can’t see what’s happening to your cock. Even just plain old lube getting poured on feels intoxicating.

Hands all over my thighs and ass, one of them slips a finger into me, while the other deep throats.

I keep pulling out because I want this to last. Catching my breath. Almost pushing over the booth because I’m trying to steady myself. They suck harder. The finger presses harder. Another hand wraps around the base of my cock and starts to squeeze while it’s lodged deep in a throat. The other mouth kissing and licking my balls.

It’s too much. I start to shoot, one jet after another. The throat I’m lodged in takes a few spurts of seed, then pulls me out and straight into his friend’s mouth.

I’m spent. A towel is handed to me. I clean up, and leave, walking back.

But it wasn’t my last. Every time there was two mouths there I would go back. I was hooked. Once, there were three of them. I didn’t think it could get any better than two mouths, but three… Well, three feels like ecstasy.

Eventually, I had to leave the city for work. I came back almost a year later for an alumni event, and of course, I checked. There the ad was, for three mouths. I snuck out from my friends get together to get serviced, and snuck right back. Happily satisfied.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m54lwu/mm_group_catching_up_on_my_debauchery_in_grad