Just Another Tuesday at the Glory Hole
Just a tale with tiny details altered of fur and tails.
Adult Bookstores are one of the anomalies left over from 80's and pre-internet era. Little shops tucked away without signs or advertisement, each one is a secret wrapped in another secret only those that frequent them know. When I walk inside all of the familiar distractions are there, porn on the TV, lubes and DVDs as far as the eye can see. There are sex dolls and strap-ons, dildos and pocket pussies, but that's not why I'm here. That's not what keeps a place like this in business.
I've only got one small bill in my wallet and that leaves me vulnerable, unable to make a rational decision later. My rule is to carry multiple $1 and $5 bills just in case, you never know what you're going to run into. Then again, that's part of the allure now, isn't it?
The elderly ewe behind the counter greets me with a smile, she remembers me from my previous visits. When I ask if she can break a five she smirks and jokes, "What do you want it broke into?"
We share a smiles and a bit of a laugh, perhaps to break the tension. She knows exactly why I'm here and exactly what I want the bills for, there's no need to hide it, the money will be going right back in the business' pocket in mere moments. Our exchange is short lived, just as it should be. To tell me to have a nice time would be breaking a nearly sacred etiquette, we're all pretending what goes on doesn't really go on when we speak, this is a place where you let your actions do all the talking.
I head off into the corner where the booths are tucked away. Each one holds promises of random pornography filled with images of threesomes and wild interspecies excitement. This is where I'm going but it isn't the reason anyone comes here, perhaps back in the 80's and pre-internet era, but here in 2013 we only use tools of the past to keep our actions hidden and the Adult Bookstore has become a safe haven for such actions.
The aroma of freshly spilled cum is always in the air in these back corners. The booths are cleaned, but never with any sort of strong scented solution, it is as if they want you to know the fun other males have had. There are only two pairs of joined booths, one on the left and another on the right. All of the others are a mask to confuse those that don't know where to look. Since the booths on the right are both locked, I go into one of the two free booths on the left.
There isn't much inside of these booths, a simple arcade screen with a dollar slot underneath, a simple chair, and a box of tissues. Once horny males would visit these dark rooms to watch a naughty show on the screen and paw themselves off, but now we have the glory hole. It is impossible to ignore, a simple opening in the wall just larger than a fist. It holds so much promise and so many secrets, just looking at it is enough to make my sheath throb in anticipation. I'm close enough now to see past the secrets and deception of this place, this is the reason we're all here and keep coming back, all for this simple hole in the wall.
Darkness keeps me safe the instant I lock the door behind me and my first dollar sends a flare out to advertise my position, turning a light on just outside the door to beckon others inside. Though I can't see them, I immediately know the light will catch the attention of hungry mouths. Like a shark catching the scent of blood in the water, one will inevitably come to feed.
Soon I notice someone enter the booth next to me and I know the drill. Immediately my belt comes off and my pants open to reveal the thick musk laden sheath that contains my malehood. I kick the chair aside and step near the glory hole, pawing my pink flesh from the soft fur of its container. I've got eyes on me now and I know that I'm here to put on a show, to prove that I have both the control and the virility to participate in what is to come.
The glory hole demands the absolute best from those that use it. The top is expected to get aroused quickly and display his cock for the bottom to see. If you want to play you have to come prepared and you have to be talented at fulfilling your role. If I take too long to cum the bottom will run out of money, so our time will be cut short. If I can't stay hard he'll lose interest and leave me for an easier meal. Likewise I'm expecting a superior service. A bottom must be an absolute oral expert, offering a high degree of pleasure without growing tired or getting distracted. These males are the absolute best at what they do, you almost never feel their teeth, but their throats are always deep enough to swallow the largest male whole. They have to be, otherwise they are left without so much as a word. No one tells you what you do wrong here, you learn by watching your partner walk away and you sit in a booth alone with the clock ticking.
A lesson my current partner is about to learn because something is wrong. There's a sacred art to follow, almost ritualistic in nature and this other male has violated it. He gestures to me, but he isn't shrouded in darkness, meaning his door is still open! Can this be right? Does he really expect me to stick my cock through the hole where anyone could walk by and see? Each dollar in the machine buys a minute's worth of time and he lets the entire length run out while still gesturing me. This is why I only put in a single bill, those that don't know the ritual can cause problems and our exchange is unsafe. I take notice of what I can see, shorts with light brown fur poking out into white tennis shoes. That's the best that can be hoped for when you can't see a face, now I'll know who to avoid in the future.
With a groan I walk out of the booths and back into the store, there is nothing I can do bit wait for the males to cycle and to get myself a better opportunity. I hang around by the leather and butt plugs, checking my phone while I wait. The reflection of a canine stares back at me through the shut off phone, a Great Dane's stern face with a large scarf of wolf's scruff poking out of the neck of my shirt. Perhaps I should smile more, especially when I know that a warm muzzle on my cock is just a few moments away, but being serious has always been too ingrained into my nature. My eyes wander and see a couple browsing through the DVD section together, they might not even know what this place is really for. I find it hard to believe sometimes, but some will still visit Adult Bookstores for their ancient purpose, completely unaware of the booths in the back that keep this place in business.
This isn't the sort of place where you make friends, but it can happen. There was a tall bull I met a couple months ago, he switches when it comes to the glory hole and felt the need to speak with me in the parking lot after he swallowed me down. We've bumped into each other in here before and exchanged stories while we waited for the booths to become open, I wish I had him here now to keep me company.
I daydream of old memories for a while before I see a couple males exit the store, it's time to check and see if things have shifted. Memories of that bull will have to wait.
I make my way back to the booths and notice on either side only a single light is turned on. This should mean that I have two choices but once I get my fuzzy tail back there I've run into the problem of both sides being locked with males trying to get sucked for free. I don't want to head back after coming this far so I take a booth in the back and lock the door to wait it out, at least from here I can tell when they'll be free again.
Then my large ears pick up the unmistakeable slurping sound of a male being pleasured. It's coming from the booths across from me, but I can't hear it well enough. Someone is talking to the ewe at the front desk, but every now and then I can still hear the suckle. My sheath throbs again as my own member becomes impatient. The sound of a wet muzzle making another male moan is torture when you're horny. If only I hadn't waited so long to come back, those moans could have been coming from me instead. The ewe's voice grows quiet and I can hear them better and better. The slurping is picking up in pace now, the top must be getting close it probably won't be too much longer before...
"Money in the booth!" The old ewe's voice is like nails on a chalkboard as she bangs against the doors on the booth. Part of me knows this has to happen, it is a business after all and the lazy tops need to pay their share. Then again, so do I, even if I'm waiting. It is part of the store's illusion and so another one of my dollars goes into the arcade slot to play a video I couldn't care less to watch. Just moments later I hear a door open and slowly make my way outside. I see a booth free in front of me, one light on with the opposite booth open. I practically jumped inside, closing the door and locking it. Back in darkness and this time my partner had the sense to do the same.
I check through the glory hole for shorts and tennis shoes, finding a great surprise instead. Not only is this a different male, he has a gold band adorning his paw as it rests on the leg of his lap. A married male and from the sounds I was hearing earlier he was the one who's slurping had tented my pants just moments ago. I know this sort of thing happens, but while the conflict should make me disgusted, it makes my heart race instead. I'm more aroused by the thought and even more eager. Does his wife have any idea? Do the two share some sort of understanding? For all I know he's sitting there with an equally sprinting heart, the taboo of the act turning him on as well.
His paw strokes the glory hole to greet me before I've even popped the button on my jeans, we both know the rules of the ritual and I slip a five dollar bill into the machine before dropping my pants. He's not going to waste my time. The paw strokes the glory hole again, not even waiting for me to be completely out of my sheath. He's hungry and doesn't want to wait, so who am I to deny him his meal?
The mystery bottom's tongue slips into my sheath immediately and gets to work. He's not afraid of my musky flavor and soaks his saliva into me until my member is throbbing inside of his muzzle. He keeps his suction light, showing off for me as he forces my tip into the back of his throat and holds it there as long as he can muster, letting his tongue do most of the work until the pre spurting from my swollen flesh puts too much of a tickle on his tonsils.
He's good, but that's what I came for. My full length is better than most, but it's my girth that happens to be the greatest challenge for most of the mouths that attempt to wrap their lips around me. At 28 I've still never met another canine that was as thick as myself, but this married male is taking the full weight of it like a true champion, keeping me warm and slick throughout the entire process. It's enough to make me pant and groan, making my noises of pleasure just loud enough for him to hear. He sucks a little harder in response forcing me to lean into the wall completely, panting hard against the black paint of the wall, wishing I could force my cock even farther through somehow. I've grown a bit of a belly over the last couple years, but it doesn't bar me from keeping my crotch and sheath from completely entering the glory hole.
The muzzle tending to me pops off of my tip for just a moment, keeping that wonderful tongue dancing alongside my shaft. His breath is hot and he keeps me close at all times, holding my knotted cock like a prized possession. He loves what he's doing to me and I can feel it in every action he takes. Soon I feel a gentle pull followed by the wet heat of the male's maw on my furred sac. He suckles each orb tenderly with firm care, showing off more of his expertise and soaking his oral senses with the musk from my balls as long as he can handle before putting me back into his muzzle again.
Now he begins to suck with a direct purpose. He has no idea how much time is left and he doesn't want to be left walking away without his reward. The sound of his sucking is unmistakeable now and I can't help but wonder if another pair of ears is listening in to it, waiting their turn and growing aroused at music he's making with my swelling shaft as his instrument. I can typically last longer, but the glory hole isn't the place for that. When it feels good you let yourself cum or regret it later and from what this unknown male was doing to me I knew it wouldn't be much longer before he pushed me to my limit.
He knew just what to do and how to treat a canine. He suckled hard, keeping me plugged into the back of his throat. With one paw he grabbed behind my swollen knot and pulled hard to simulate a tie as his muzzle worked hard to get my seed. I slammed my crotch into the wall enough to shake it like a caged beast, thrusting hard in response to his attentions until I finally felt the rush of orgasm overwhelm me. With a low groan I gave up my essence for him, letting the strange male taste the sour flavor of my pent up batter. He gulped down the first shot without incident, but the second made him cough. Without error he quickly trapped me back into his muzzle for the third, forth, and until I finally stopped throbbing inside of him.
Gently he started to suckle again, making sure every little bit was taken from me. His muzzle was still warm and welcoming, begging me to stay, wanting to tend to me for as long as possible.
The flash of his gold ring entered my mind again, it shouldn't make me feel this way but it did. That warm mouth wanting nothing more but a second chance to please me again, that tongue licking and coaxing until I didn't want to be anywhere else. As soon as he felt my member swell again he knew he was in for another treat and once again resumed his intense oral working of my cock, kissing the tip of it and swallowing it down into his throat as if he knew that's exactly where I wanted to be.
It wasn't long before he brought me to a second release, once again pulling on my knot but this time keeping my tapered tip directly onto his tongue, wanting to taste the entirety of my sour flavor once again as I grunted and spilled it directly into his taste buds. It was one of the best blowjobs I had ever had, a true ten out of ten and I couldn't help but feel a shared sadness with him as my video timer shut off and I had to force my knotted cock out of the glory hole and back into my pants.
His labored voice spoke to me through the hole. "Oh gods you taste good."
I nearly blushed at the complement, gruffly responding with, "Thanks. You did a damn good job."
I saw a flash of a smile on his muzzle in the low light before I headed out. I wanted to say more, but we spoke too much already, that is all the rules would allow. While my job was done, he would likely still be there for a while, waiting for the next male to fill his maw with another warm release. I could only hope my own unique flavor would leave it's mark enough to be remembered in case our paths crossed again.
As I left I spotted white pants and tennis shoes. He was an otter that must have recognized something on me as well. I heard the words whispered, "Damn, you have a nice cock." as I passed by. I couldn't help but grin proudly, what male wouldn't love to hear that? At least I bought a compliment with my dollar.
This story isn't particularly special. After all is said and done it's just another Tuesday at the Glory Hole. I've had experiences like this before and I'll likely have many more to come.