Glory Hole Cubby

One of those errands days found me downtown near one of Atlanta's most frequented sex spots. I decided to stop by to see if I might relieve a little stress. I wandered in and found the place busy, men standing along the walls and popping in and out of the booths. Maybe I chose a good day.

In general, I like this sex shop. The Atlanta crowd can have something to be desired though with a tendency to have way too much attitude. Many of the booths have glory holes, which is among the things that make me happy. I enjoy shoving my cock through the hole and waiting for all the sensations with what I cannot see.

The problem with this particular place is how low the holes are situated. I can't stand straight up. I have to kind of prop myself against the wall and position my legs wide. It hurts after a bit.

Just to get things started, I went into a booth and let a guy suck me to full-mast firmness. This would assure a good bulge in my jeans. I left and made the loop, getting a good glance at everyone else -- at least ones outside their booths.

After a few more checks of vacant booths next to occupied, I was somewhat satisfied with my options. One guy, probably in his mid-30s with light red hair and a bit of a bald spot eyed me carefully. I gave him a nod and, in short order, we were in a booth together.

There's always an awkward moment in these situations to determine who's the top and who's the bottom. Hot enough for me, he just faced me, his smallish cock out stroking it. Then he yanked his shirt up.

A light red fur climbed up the center of his chest, but it was the perfectly pink nipples that caught my attention. I dove for one and immediately he spoke up.

"Fuck yeah!"

For an intense five minutes, we pleasured one another, switching off positions and locations. But his ass never proved to be an option. Shortly after his second snort of poppers, he announced he was cumming, shooting his spunk a good distance onto the plastic-covered television that served as the only light inside the booth.

He left satisfied. I was left with a hardon aching for beefy ass.

Over the course of the next hour or so, I cruised. I got sucked by a few different men. One actually did a pretty good job of providing me with significant pleasure. But I didn't want to pop unless it was in an ass.

I ever sucked a blond boy off. His nice 8-inches snaked up and to the right, with his balls and pubes shaved for complete access. I hadn't even spent that much time working it when I felt him shudder and then began tasting the warm, salty flavor spurt on my tongue.

I swallowed. Of course.

I followed another beefy ass into a booth and he sucked a little. I got my hopes up a little when I felt a pause with him still holding firmly to my cock. I felt something at the tip but something seemed a little weird. As he lowered his ass onto my cock, I knew the sensation all too well.

Condom. He'd wrapped me just before the fuck. As he backed up against the glory hole wall, I began to debate how easy it would be to slip the plastic off and fuck him raw. But then I smelled it. Shit. Obviously, he'd not prepared for his visit. Instead of prolonging and knowing I couldn't leave with my cock smelling of poop, I pulled out, pulled off the condom, and tossed it back through the hole.

I did another loop then finally settled into one of the more comfortable booths. I looked through and saw something to my great delight.

A man was fucking someone in his booth.

Now I like watching like everyone else, but I hate sitting and leering at someone like an old perv. But as I watched, I filled with a little hope as I saw the bottom pull out, turn around and begin sucking the top.

The bottom was fucking hot. Dark hair, lovely eyes, a little beard, and some hairy overgrowth. From what I could see, he was a hot little cub.

He stood and turned back around and the top went to fucking again. Now the top wasn't all that great. Mostly, at this point, I could only see the fat, saggy ass as it fucked with quick strokes into the hole of the bottom.

Obviously, the top guy wasn't all that hung.

Suddenly, the top guy stopped fucking and sat down on the bench, turning the cub around to suck his cock. Now I could get a clear view. A very clear view.

Top bear leaned toward the polar side, in his 50s with a classic bear look and beard. But bottom cub just got hotter lifting his shirt to show off a piercing on his nip that perched atop a nice, hairy pec. I could see three tattoos on him including a bear claw just above his right thigh.

About then, the top guy motioned for me to stick my cock through, which I only helpfully obliged.

Within a moment of hands and mouth, my cock stood a full hardness again and I felt something delightful. Daddy bear held onto my nuts and around the base of my cock as little cub backed his ass up onto me.

Now cub boy probably stood about 5-foot-4 and daddy bear wasn't all that large -- maybe four inches and not thick at all. My 7-inch cock seemed humongous in comparison. It took a little longer and a bit more spit before I broke through his sphincter and I was completely inside him.

I began to fuck, took a hit of poppers, and just let myself enjoy thrusting against this wall and feeling my cock slid into a bit of bliss. I just continued to enjoy the moment, letting myself reach deeper into his ass. I began breathing heavily. I figured out what these two wanted and I was going to let them have it. I didn't hold back. I kept my pace.

And then, I grunted -- loudly. I let myself cum and I did it with just enough noise to allow the men next door to hear me. I fucked more then buried myself and let my cock throb.

After I'd shot out everything, bottom cub came off my cock, and daddy bear grabbed the pace of my cock, pinching it and pulled out every drop of cum onto his hand. I pulled out and knelt to see his feet it to his cub before daddy bear licked the boy's ass a little. He turned to me and said, "Thanks," then went back to eating ass.

I recovered, packed up, and headed home.