[F] That time I serviced an anonymous gloryhole, to impress my friends

When I started at Uni, I was 18, still pretty vanilla (my most slutty experience was a drunk threesome, or sleeping with a married older guy), and super out of my element. New town miles away from home, new people, new places.

I’d started to make friends with a group of girls who had been here a few more years than I had, and had *a lot* to show for it. They would tell me wild stories about their sexual history – seducing professors, sugar daddies, gangfucks, all sorts. I believed… 70% of it. But still, I felt a little intimidated. I wanted to prove myself to these girls, that I could be one of them. They weren’t expecting me to, I don’t think they cared that much in hindsight, but that didn’t stop me.

So it happened when we were at a bar near campus. A kind of skeevy, hard to find pub with lots of neon lights and local bands. I’d heard a rumour about this place, about one of the bathroom stalls, and decided tonight was the night I’d be one of the girls.

And, there it was, in a surprisingly nice bathroom for a student bar – hole in the cubicle wall. I walked in, locked the door behind me, and waited.

It was confined. Warm. The anxiety of just *waiting* was making my heart thunder in my chest. I was breathing heavily, nerves were eating me away. It was almost like fear, but I was *thriving* on it. The fact that I was about to do something so depraved was setting my body on fire. To this day I can’t say if I was waiting for a minute, or an hour, my brain just could not process time.

Then my lucky customer arrived. As soon as I heard them walk in, the weight of nerves just washed away from me. It was about to happen. I could see him, barely, walk into the adjacent cubicle hesitantly. I could hear him begin to speak, before stopping himself, and just *tap tap*ing on the wall. I tap tapped back. That was all he needed. He excitedly fumbled with his belt, and pulled a nice, big, semi-hard cock from his jeans. He practically threw himself at the wall as he slid his cock through. The heat of his cock so near to my face… almost threw me into a frenzy. I was going to rock his world. I took it in my hands, teasing the head with my fingertips, rubbing the shaft with my palm, dancing my tongue around the tip, making sure he could hear, *feel* me moan around it as I licked up his precum. I got messier, sloppier, licking it, smothering it, rubbing it on my face, leaving a few pretty lipstick marks on it. When this was over, I thought, I wanted to leave him with a mess to remember. He barely moved from start to finish, just letting me get to work, sucking and stroking and tasting and moaning. After about five minutes, I could hear him moaning. These grunts, trying to be manly, broken by adorable, defeated pleasurable whimpers. I wrapped my lips around his head, flattened my tongue, and stroked his shaft til he filled my mouth up. He tried to pull out when he started to cum – considerate, but I didn’t let him waste a single fucking drop. I made sure to gulp extra-loud. He tasted fantastic.

I spent the next ten minutes fingerfucking myself senseless in that cubicle, high on the taste of a stranger’s cum lingering in my mouth, biting my lip to stop myself from moaning.

To this day, I still have no idea who it was. And to this day, I still get worked up thinking about it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lyrfrj/f_that_time_i_serviced_an_anonymous_gloryhole_to