Gloryhole Confessions: He Swallowed Every Single Load

He arrives at the adult bookstore at noon, walks straight to booth four — the one with the biggest hole — and settles in for a long session. The first cock appears within minutes: average sized but rock hard, poking through the plywood like it owns the place. He wraps his lips around it without hesitation, tongue swirling the head before taking it deep. The anonymous stranger on the other side groans and grabs the top of the partition. It takes less than five minutes before thick, salty cum floods his mouth. He swallows every drop and waits. The next cock is thicker, darker, with a heavy foreskin he peels back with his tongue to find the sensitive head beneath. This one likes it slow, and he obliges, spending ten minutes worshipping the shaft before the owner finally releases with a strangled grunt. Cock number three is attached to someone impatient — it thrusts through the hole already dripping with pre-cum and the anonymous top essentially face-fucks through the wall. He takes it all. Hours pass. Cocks come and go — thick ones, thin ones, curved ones, straight ones. He swallows every load without exception. By the time the store starts emptying out in the evening, his jaw aches magnificently. He’s lost count somewhere around the dozen mark.