u/stickkydreams

This happened when I was in my early twenties. I got going on a few dates/hookups and exploring my sexuality a bit as a late bloomer. I was mean to meet up with a guy I'd been chatting with on Grindr at a bar downtown, but got ghosted. I decided to stay out and enjoy the night since I was already out, and found myself with a few too many drinks in me on the dancefloor of popular bar at midnight on a Wednesday...not my usual scene but whatever.

There was a shorter guy who caught my eye- he was slim and had curly blonde hair and tight black jeans that wrapped around the nicest ass I'd ever seen. He was a good foot shorter than me, and we danced together for a bit. He must have noticed me giving him attention as he was grinding up on me a couple of times (so fuckin hot). The bar was dying down for the evening and there weren't many people left now. I ducked off to the bathroom and realised how tipsy I was- bouncing off the walls a couple of times on my way there. Heading back to the bar I thought I'd get one more drink and one last look t that ass before I called a cab.

"Hey hottie!" someone called out as I was about to enter the main bar area. It was coming from another room off the main bar they must have used for functions or something, and it took me a moment to realise it was directed at me. I look over and there he was, Tight Jeans, beckoning me over into the adjoining room. I could see it was empty, unused at this time of the night. As I approached he grabbed my waistband playfully and pulled me over to a tall table in the corner. We were making out for a minute or so, I was hard as a rock despite the alcohol. Without a word he pushed me back into the wall and got down on his hands and knees, fumbling to undo my belt before he was even on the floor. He whipped my cock out right there and started sucking me.....god it felt amazing. His lips wrapped around my dick and gripped like a vice and he worked himself right down to my balls. I felt his blonde curls under my hands and I egged him on, not knowing what was going on but being in absolute heaven. He gagged occasionally but that only made him press his face into my crotch harder.

After a couple of minutes my eyes must have adjusted to the darker setting and I was shocked to realise we weren't alone....there was a guy probably in his mid thirties sitting across the room on a bar stool, watching us in the corner. His legs were apart and he was massaging his bulge. On the table next to him was another guy, slightly older but not over 50, standing and openly gazing at us as well. I knew I should have felt embarrassed but in the moment it just felt like a dream, and I was so turned on by getting my dick deepthroated in a bar I just went with it.

At some point, Tight Jeans got up and started making out with me again. I was running my hands over that perfect bubble butt as he undid his own jeans and pulled them down just enough for my fingers to tickle between his cheeks, working between them until I could feel his tight little hole. He didn't let me explore for long, before turning around and bending over right in front of me, grinding back into my dick. He pinned me against the wall before I grabbed his hips and started pushing back. My cock was still sopping wet from his saliva, and he leaned over a bar stool I frantically tried to find his hole in my lust-crazed state. I slipped it straight into him and kept pushing till I was all the way inside. He let out a loud moan and I started going to town right there in the dark with him and the two lurkers watching on. His ass was just as good as I'd imagined on the dance floor, tight and warm as he pushed back onto me at every thrust. At some point one of the lurkers came over and was standing just a few feet away from us. I only lasted a few minutes before by vision blurred and I came harder than I ever had before, with one last deep push into that perfect ass.

"Fuck you two are hot," I heard the guy who had walked over say as he left. The other was nowhere to be seen.

We cleaned ourselves up, he slipped his jeans back on with his ass now full of my cum, and we swapped numbers before heading back out to the dance floor. Still one of the hottest experiences of my life.

So this one happened when I was going through my "slut" phase in my early 20's. I was out, but pretty straight acting.I had no trouble telling people how I liked to get off; and getting off was what I was all about back then. I had a roommate at the time, Tim, who was a builder (and certified stud). 6'3" of muscle, grinning like a moron every time he walked in the door half drunk with a new chick he had dragged back from the bar in arm, and winking at me as they stumbled to his room down the hall. A proper man's man.

My favourite thing about Tim was that he loved to kiss and tell. We would sit around and talk about all our latest sexcapades over a beer (or 10) at least weekly. This week he was telling me about a new blond girl he had been banging that apparently gave the best head of his life.

"Man, I wish you could feel the way she wraps her tongue around my dick. That girl is like something out of Alien", I believe was the quote from him.

I'd regale him with stories of my hookups on Grindr. For a straight guy he seemed pretty interested but I assumed it was all banter. He was always giving me shit for being a bottom. "Don't you wanna be the boy for once? Surely you get sick of being the woman."

How do you describe the feeling of being a bottom to some closed minded straight guy? Being on your knees, the taste of warm precum hitting your dry tongue, the sensation of giving a man the most extreme pleasure as you slide him in between your lips? The feeling of having a cock pressed up to your hole, the involuntary moans that escape you as he breaks through and uses you in the best way? Tim preferred to rail chicks, despite my best efforts to relay the details of even my sketchiest hookups.

My favourite new discovery was GLORY HOLES. There was something about the allure of a stranger's cock sticking through a hole in the wall, no face, no voice, nothing but a random stranger's cock all to myself. I was so nervous the first time I found a stall through a reddit post, about a 20 minute drive from our house. I built up the courage to try it out one day after work. It was a disused retail centre that was getting refurbed, and almost all the shops were empty. I seemed like only one in the entire 4 storey complex, but the doors were open. I went to the random bathroom on the second floor where the post had specified. There was absolutely nothing on this floor except empty shops. The bathroom had 4 stalls, and I went to the one furthest from the door like I had read about. Yup...sure enough there was a nice cock-sized hole leading straight through to the stall next door. My heart was racing just looking at it.

I shut the door behind me and waited, sitting on the closed toilet lid. It didn't even take 10 minutes to hear footsteps on the tile floor outside and the door to the bathroom swing open. Someone seemed to loiter at the door for a bit, then walked into the stall next to me and locked their door. Did they know what this place was? I was terrified about what might happen, even through I had built this up in mind so much. The stranger tapped the wall between us twice. I tapped back in the same rhythm, and heard him undo his belt. Before I could wonder what was supposed to happen next, a cock was shoved through the hole in the wall. No words, no foreplay, just a thick, white, uncut dick right next to my face. And holy shit I was turned on, rock hard in my shorts*.*

Cock #1 was semi hard and about 6" already. Girthy as hell, curved downward to a long foreskin at the end. I knelt down and got to work. I have it a few strokes and he kept getting harder. When I'd psyched myself up just enough, I pulled back on the shaft just firm enough to reveal a swollen, purple mushroom head. I heard a little gasp from next door, and started sucking that head while still jerking him with my right hand, fast and faster. He was pretty girthy and even the head was stretching my mouth wide. I could tell whoever owned this cock was having fun, cos they must have been pressed right up against the stall walI, making sure all of it was available to my eager mouth. I was just starting to get into it when I abruptly felt the mushroom start pulsing and a blast of warm cum shot straight into my mouth. I kept jerking and lapped up every bit I could, before he softened and pulled out of the hole. It was such a thrill, even if it only lasted a few minutes...and I only wanted more now.

I didn't think I would be staying after one stranger's dick in my mouth, but cock #2 arrived after another 20 minutes waiting. This one was clearly no stranger to such encounters; as soon as the stall door closed he was unzipping and shoving himself fully erect into my face. This one was a bit smaller, maybe 5" but nicely shaped and uncut, a mess of pubes at the base sticking through as well. I got on my knees and took him all down my throat in one go. It wasn't the biggest cock I'd sucked by far, but had some nice veins underneath the shaft that I could feel with my tongue as I went up and down. I love a cock with texture. He was pressed right into the wall just like the last guy, until, after a couple of minutes, the cock pulled back from the wall and then started to ram back into my mouth over and over. I was getting face-fucked through a wall. I held my lips to the gloryhole opening and let myself be used, savouring the slippery, veiny shaft on my lips. I could feel my cock leaking precum now, begging to be let out of my shorts and explode. Just as I was getting into it once again, there was a little gasp through the stall wall and cock #2 rammed one final time into my tight wet lips, spraying my tongue with the second load it had seen this afternoon. I was so turned on I was shivering, and didn't want to let it slide back through the wall. But he pulled out of my mouth and was straight out the door, without even muttering "thanks".

I was catching my breath and about to get up and leave, when I heard footsteps again. "Oh well, one more won't hurt, right?" I thought to myself and stayed right where I was. Like I said...this was my slut phase. And boy was I glad I stayed.

Cock #3 was a work of art. The owner seems a bit more nervous than the last two. It took a couple of minutes from when he sat down, to finally tapping on the wall, prompting me to reply in like. As it slid into the hole between the stalls, that thing just kept coming through the wall!! Thinner than #1, but at least 8" in length. Ever so gently curved to the right and downwards. I took it in my right hand and lifted it up, gently stroking. It throbbed softly under my fingers, still not quite rock hard yet. I wrapped my left hand around it as well...both hands together didn't even cover the whole shaft. I just sat there for a few seconds, salivating, until lust took over. I kept working #3 with both hands as I took the first few inches into my mouth. It just kept going, no matter how far my lips made it down. This one tasted so good...clean but salty in just the right way. I pushed down harder and harder, feeling it slide further each time. He was curved downward slightly which helped take him further in. I was down to only one hand jerking the base of the cock now, so I knew my throat was loosening up.

Eventually, something just let go and my lips were pressed to the wall, this beast buried so far down my throat I couldn't breathe. When I did manage to catch a gasp of air, all I got was a musky, deep aroma of sweat and cologne that was vaguely reminiscent to me, but I couldn't place it. It was little sweet, but peppery. That's when he started thrusting, and it seemed like it went on forever. At one point, it pulled right out, until I was sticking my tongue through the gloryhole just to keep the taste the last bit of that tip, then he came crashing straight back through the wall and into my eager throat, over and over.

After what must have been about 20 minutes or so, I got my third load of that day, without the thrusting even slowing down. Cum splashed out of my mouth as he kept pounding the wall, until finally slowing down and pulling straight out. My throat felt empty despite what I'd swallowed.

Anyway. So that was my first time trying out a glory hole.

A few nights later I was out in the lounge just after midnight. Tim was plowing the blonde alien and my room was right next to his, so I soon got sick of hearing her head banging on my wall next door and came out into the lounge to chill for a bit before I could get some sleep. I was reliving the glory hole day in my head for the thousandth time. That sweet smell I recalled as that third cock kept thrusting at me...I knew it from somewhere.

Eventually the banging down the hall stopped and there was silence. I got up and after another minute and walked back down the hall towards my room. I was just about at my door when Tim's opened up and he walked out, butt naked, turning towards the bathroom. My eye was immediately drawn to the monster dangling between his legs...and I nearly fell over as I realised.

"Oh sorry...just running to the bathroom. Hope we didn't keep you up", he winked at me as he brushed past and continued strutting down the hall to the bathroom.

"Nah I was just getting some water..." I mumbled. All I could smell was that sweet peppery cologne he always wore.