Gloryhole

Elias had heard about the club for months.

A discreet, members-only place downtown with private rooms and gloryholes. Anonymous. No names. No faces. Just holes in the wall and the promise of no-strings sex.

He told himself he was only going to watch.

He lasted ten minutes.

The room he chose was small and dimly lit. There were two gloryholes on opposite walls. Elias stood in the middle, heart pounding, cock already half-hard in his jeans.

A few minutes later, someone entered the room on the other side of the wall. Elias heard the sound of a belt being undone.

A thick, flushed cock pushed through one of the holes.

Elias stared at it for a long moment.

Then he dropped to his knees.

He took the cock into his mouth without hesitation, sucking it deep. The man on the other side groaned. Elias worked him with his mouth and hand, getting lost in the rhythm.

After a few minutes, the cock pulled back.

Another one took its place — longer, slightly curved.

Elias sucked that one too.

He lost track of how many cocks he sucked. Some were thick, some were long, some came down his throat, some pulled back and came on his face or chest. He was a mess — spit and cum running down his chin, staining his shirt.

Then a much thicker cock pushed through the hole.

Elias’s eyes widened.

It was the biggest one yet — heavy, veiny, with a fat head. He wrapped both hands around it and still couldn’t cover the whole length.

He tried anyway.

He sucked and stroked it with everything he had. The man on the other side groaned low and deep. After a few minutes, the cock pulled back slightly — then pushed forward again, this time aiming lower.

Elias understood.

He turned around, pulled his pants down, and backed up until the thick cock pressed against his hole.

It pushed in slowly.

Elias moaned as it stretched him wide — bigger than anything he’d taken before. The man on the other side started fucking him through the hole with deep, steady strokes. Elias braced his hands on the opposite wall and took it, moaning openly now.

Another cock pushed through the second gloryhole. Elias leaned forward and took it into his mouth while the first one kept fucking him.

He was being used from both ends — anonymous, faceless, perfect.

He came untouched, his cock pulsing as he made a mess of the floor beneath him. The man fucking him groaned and buried himself deep, flooding Elias’s hole with cum.

The cock in his mouth followed soon after, spilling down his throat.

When both men pulled out, Elias stayed on his knees for a long moment, breathing hard, cum leaking down his thighs and dripping from his lips.

He should have felt ashamed.

Instead, he smiled.

And when another cock pushed through one of the holes, he crawled forward without hesitation.