A BBC gloryhole.
I heard about it. It appealed to my deepest, darkest urges. It had long been a fantasy and had long filled my horny thoughts. But, I couldn't, I shouldn't give in to such shameful desires. I had heard about a gloryhole. A gloryhole frequently used by black males, looking to get off and those that wanted to suck cock. Thinking about it made my cock stir. It made me want to watch BBC porn. Those big, sexy cocks getting sucked. Horny, eager mouths accepting their cum. Oh, how I wanted to experience it. Nights thinking about it craving it, shouldn't I experience it? To experience the thrill of licking and sucking off a gorgeous, thick, black dick. Pleasuring it and getting to taste it's cum. Oh, how I craved it, yet I resisted. My desires were shameful, embarrasing and I had to deny them. No matter how much I wanted to, for so long now, I felt I had to resist.
However, it was an urge that never left. It was a lust that filled my thoughts, so very difficult to resist. So horny, I thought to myself, I would just drive by. Could such a place really be real? Driving by was harmless, right?
I found the location, exactly as I had heard it described. Embarrashed that someone might see me, I just drove straight by the small green belt that led to the entrance behind a dimly light, walled in building. I even saw a few guys hanging out near by. My cock ached, I was so horny, so curious. I had to know more! I parked on the street and watched in my mirrors. I black guy walked by and even looked at me. It made me squeeze my dick through my pants. I could imagine being on my knees and seeing a black man's cock emerge through the hole. Oh, how I wanted it in my mouth. To finally feel it, to finally get what I had so long, secretly been craving. My breathing was nervous and shallow and had started to fog my windows. If a guy approached me, I knew I would suck his cock right there in my car. My desire was simply boiling over. The thought made me rub my dick through my pants. The thoughts of sucking cock made me stroke myself off to orgasm. Shamefully, I drove back home.
It was a desire and thought that would not leave. Again, I found myself late at night in my car. I had even pre planned it and brought a hooded sweatshirt. I knew it would somewhat hide my face. I guess I thought maybe I might overcome my nerves. I thought that maybe this time I might give in to my powerful urges. I wanted to, I wanted to so badly. I thought to myself that just this once, I would try it. I parked, I said to myself don't think, just go! So nervous, breathing so hard, I walked to the green belt and found an entrance. Around a corner, written on the wall was two arrows, pointing in different directions. To my surprise, I saw the word, "sissies" below one arrow and "men" below the other. I had to admit to myself, maybe I was. Maybe seeing it on the wall was even kind of a turn on. A sissy for black cock. I lowered my head and walked down the "Sissy" side.
I heard low voices, moans and grunts. There, in the dim light, I saw partitioned off spaces and someone on their knees. Erotic, sucking sounds, a black man's voice from the other side, "Mmm, yeah, suck that dick." The voyeur in me so wanted to look, but again, I was too embarrassed, and nervous. The next stall was vacant. My heart raced. I wanted to drop to my knees and wait for cock so badly. So much desire and lust. I had come this far, I had to finally try. As I kneeled in front of a hole cut through the drywall, I felt the wonderful sensation of my cock leaking pre cum. How could I deny how much I wanted this? How could I not admit it, at least to myself. My cock wasn't even hard, yet it felt as if in orgasm. It was such an incredible feeling. Being there, I felt dirty, but unable to resist my kinky, shameful desire. My lust and urge was stronger than ever! Silently, there on my knees, I listened to the sounds of cocks being sucked. Bringing pleasure to both, I was sure. So nervous, just kneeling there and waiting. What was I doing? So afraid of what it all meant, I thought about leaving, such torn emotions. Then, I sensed movement on the other side. My eyes starred intently at the opening. I was so ready. My eagerness surprised even me as I leaned towards the cutout hole. Driven by lust, I thought to myself, "Please give me your cock."
An anonymous, dark cock slipped through the hole without a sound. The sight of it made me gasp. Bigger than I imagined, it took my breath away and made my insatiable desire well up. The object of so much lust and fantasy, right there, in front of me. It looked amazing. I could feel my heart racing in my chest. Now, all else seemed to slip away. The nerves, the doubt, it all melted away in that moment. I leaned towards that amazing cock and pressed my lips to it. An intense feeling, a release of emotions maybe. I unconsciously moaned. I was so consumed, I felt like such a ******. I thought, Yes, I am a ****** for black cock and slipped my lips over the bulbous, engorged head. A tingle shot though me, I felt so amazing. It felt so amazing, and again, I felt that wonderful, intoxicating feeling of my cock leaking out more pre cum.
His cock became firm and thicker as I sucked him. I felt every vein, every ridge and inch. Pausing only to admire it and to run my tongue along it's tip. So thick his shaft, I squeezed it, I felt that well defined head with my fingers and squeezed out a clear drop of his pre cum. Instintively, so naturally I licked it up and felt light headed. So kinky, so amazing! I pushed my mouth back onto him and savored the flavor. It coated my tongue, it made my knees feel weak and made my underwear even wetter with my own pre cum. Fuck, his dick tasted so good! Sucking it felt so good! I wished the hole was bigger.I wished I could lick and suck his balls for him. Fuck, anything for him! I sucked that big, beautiful black dick and he moved himself back and forth, fucking my mouth. As he pulled his cock back, my lust was so stronger that I moved closer to the wall, only wanting more. When he thrusted forward, I was not prepared and it sent his thick dick past the back of my throat. It felt incredible, even addictive. As if my throat craved to have cock in it. Again, I went down on him, taking cock to the point of gagging. I thought a heard a soft, "Oh yeah." Was that my man? I sucked and stroked him with urgency. I wanted cum. I had to have cum. I made loud sucking sounds, I didn't even care. I so wanted to suck his cum out!
He was making quick, thrusting moves as I sucked and stroked him. Two fucking hands on his shaft, I stroked him and sucked on his thick head. I felt a wet rush and a thick texture. He was cumming! I almost couldn't believe it. Oh, it felt so amazing to feel his pleasure as his body shook on the other side. That sensation, that taste of warm cum. I felt so strangley satisfied, even euphoric. I sucked and milked and swallowed his cum. I left dizzy, light headed. The front of my pants felt so wet. I wondered if I had cum. too.
I said to myself, that's it. I had done it. I had wanted it for so long and now I had experienced it. Never again, though. I told myself never again.
It was so incredible though. Wasn't it? It felt so amazing. Tne act of it, suckimg cock.The pleasure it brought. It felt so right, so addictive and so right. Yet, the shame of it. How could I be so weak? How could I give in to my urges like that? Knowing how easy it was to fall to my knees. Knowing that there is horny, black cock just waiting. As time past, my hunger grew again. My desire grew again. Oh, it felt so good to suck that thick, black dick. Fuck, taking his cum was amazing, wasn't it? I seemed to crave it now,as if addicted to it. Maybe must one more time? Maybe another visit would satisfy my lust once and for all.
I tried to fight it, but my desire was just to strong. Just one more time. Driving to the gloryhole was equal parts shame and excitement. Fuck, just one more time. I had to experience this one more time, but that would be it. That would be the end of it. Again, in a partioned off section, nerves gave way to excitement. All I could think was, please feed my your black cock. A fear came over me. It was a fear of there being no one on the other side. There was no denying how much I wanted this. I Squeezed and stroked myself through my pants in anticipation. Being there again made my pre cum leak like I had never experienced before. Just the anticipation of it. Maybe, I had never been this turned on before. Minutes seemed like hours, finally a beautiful BBC slid through the hole. I held it in my hand and without thinking, planted kisses along it's shaft and head. How could I want it this much? How could I be this turned on? Isn't that what lover's would do? I was just so overcome, so joyous in the moment. Yes, make love to it with my mouth, I told myself. That is exactly what I wanted to do. "Yeah, make that cock spit." I heard the words, but wasn't sure where they came from. What a turn they were though!
Was I being watched? Was someone behind me, watching me? Was he getting off? Was his cock out? Was he stroking himself? That is so fucking hot! My cock was throbbing and leaking. If he wanted a show, I would give him one.There, on my knees, I took my dick out and stroked myself, too. My hand quickly became wet and slick as more ****** out. I was so turned on! If he only moved closer, I would of stroked him off, too. That, I thought, would be so hot if he shot his load all over me!
With gorgeous, black dick filling my mouth, I moaned and came all over the wall and ground. It sent shutters through me and intense waves of earth shaking pleasure. I had never been more turned on. Mmmm, mmmmm, mmm, I sucked that amazing anonymous cock through the hole and stroked it. "Yeah, yeah," "Fuck yeah," sounds of men getting off. I moaned on his dick, so eager to take it's cum. Yes, I thought, shoot it down my throat. Oh, please give it to me. I felt his cock's head swell and then the rush of hot semen. So much semen, it spilled out the edges of my mouth. I made such lewd sounds, swallowing, moaning, it was just incredible. So much cum, so very much making me feel intoxicated.
When I looked behind me, there was no one there. If there had been earlier, I hoped he got off too.
Days later, my thoughts were filled with the gloryhole and the desire to go back. I had hoped that I could resist those urges, but they were only stronger. Wht resistsomething that was so imcredible? Those experiences were so intense, so amazing. The greatest thrills of my life, they had lead to new fantasies. They had started to give me new cravings, new desires. More intimate desires. My thoughts turned to wondering what it would be like to be naked with one of those men. What new thrills and intense feelings would that bring? Feeling his warmth as I stood close. Pressing our naked bodies together, filling my hands with his ass. Bringing my mouth to his chest, kissing it, sucking and teasing his nipples. Would I have the nerve to kiss him on the mouth? Isn't that too much? Where would it all go from there?
However, it was an urge that never left. It was a lust that filled my thoughts, so very difficult to resist. So horny, I thought to myself, I would just drive by. Could such a place really be real? Driving by was harmless, right?
I found the location, exactly as I had heard it described. Embarrashed that someone might see me, I just drove straight by the small green belt that led to the entrance behind a dimly light, walled in building. I even saw a few guys hanging out near by. My cock ached, I was so horny, so curious. I had to know more! I parked on the street and watched in my mirrors. I black guy walked by and even looked at me. It made me squeeze my dick through my pants. I could imagine being on my knees and seeing a black man's cock emerge through the hole. Oh, how I wanted it in my mouth. To finally feel it, to finally get what I had so long, secretly been craving. My breathing was nervous and shallow and had started to fog my windows. If a guy approached me, I knew I would suck his cock right there in my car. My desire was simply boiling over. The thought made me rub my dick through my pants. The thoughts of sucking cock made me stroke myself off to orgasm. Shamefully, I drove back home.
It was a desire and thought that would not leave. Again, I found myself late at night in my car. I had even pre planned it and brought a hooded sweatshirt. I knew it would somewhat hide my face. I guess I thought maybe I might overcome my nerves. I thought that maybe this time I might give in to my powerful urges. I wanted to, I wanted to so badly. I thought to myself that just this once, I would try it. I parked, I said to myself don't think, just go! So nervous, breathing so hard, I walked to the green belt and found an entrance. Around a corner, written on the wall was two arrows, pointing in different directions. To my surprise, I saw the word, "sissies" below one arrow and "men" below the other. I had to admit to myself, maybe I was. Maybe seeing it on the wall was even kind of a turn on. A sissy for black cock. I lowered my head and walked down the "Sissy" side.
I heard low voices, moans and grunts. There, in the dim light, I saw partitioned off spaces and someone on their knees. Erotic, sucking sounds, a black man's voice from the other side, "Mmm, yeah, suck that dick." The voyeur in me so wanted to look, but again, I was too embarrassed, and nervous. The next stall was vacant. My heart raced. I wanted to drop to my knees and wait for cock so badly. So much desire and lust. I had come this far, I had to finally try. As I kneeled in front of a hole cut through the drywall, I felt the wonderful sensation of my cock leaking pre cum. How could I deny how much I wanted this? How could I not admit it, at least to myself. My cock wasn't even hard, yet it felt as if in orgasm. It was such an incredible feeling. Being there, I felt dirty, but unable to resist my kinky, shameful desire. My lust and urge was stronger than ever! Silently, there on my knees, I listened to the sounds of cocks being sucked. Bringing pleasure to both, I was sure. So nervous, just kneeling there and waiting. What was I doing? So afraid of what it all meant, I thought about leaving, such torn emotions. Then, I sensed movement on the other side. My eyes starred intently at the opening. I was so ready. My eagerness surprised even me as I leaned towards the cutout hole. Driven by lust, I thought to myself, "Please give me your cock."
An anonymous, dark cock slipped through the hole without a sound. The sight of it made me gasp. Bigger than I imagined, it took my breath away and made my insatiable desire well up. The object of so much lust and fantasy, right there, in front of me. It looked amazing. I could feel my heart racing in my chest. Now, all else seemed to slip away. The nerves, the doubt, it all melted away in that moment. I leaned towards that amazing cock and pressed my lips to it. An intense feeling, a release of emotions maybe. I unconsciously moaned. I was so consumed, I felt like such a ******. I thought, Yes, I am a ****** for black cock and slipped my lips over the bulbous, engorged head. A tingle shot though me, I felt so amazing. It felt so amazing, and again, I felt that wonderful, intoxicating feeling of my cock leaking out more pre cum.
His cock became firm and thicker as I sucked him. I felt every vein, every ridge and inch. Pausing only to admire it and to run my tongue along it's tip. So thick his shaft, I squeezed it, I felt that well defined head with my fingers and squeezed out a clear drop of his pre cum. Instintively, so naturally I licked it up and felt light headed. So kinky, so amazing! I pushed my mouth back onto him and savored the flavor. It coated my tongue, it made my knees feel weak and made my underwear even wetter with my own pre cum. Fuck, his dick tasted so good! Sucking it felt so good! I wished the hole was bigger.I wished I could lick and suck his balls for him. Fuck, anything for him! I sucked that big, beautiful black dick and he moved himself back and forth, fucking my mouth. As he pulled his cock back, my lust was so stronger that I moved closer to the wall, only wanting more. When he thrusted forward, I was not prepared and it sent his thick dick past the back of my throat. It felt incredible, even addictive. As if my throat craved to have cock in it. Again, I went down on him, taking cock to the point of gagging. I thought a heard a soft, "Oh yeah." Was that my man? I sucked and stroked him with urgency. I wanted cum. I had to have cum. I made loud sucking sounds, I didn't even care. I so wanted to suck his cum out!
He was making quick, thrusting moves as I sucked and stroked him. Two fucking hands on his shaft, I stroked him and sucked on his thick head. I felt a wet rush and a thick texture. He was cumming! I almost couldn't believe it. Oh, it felt so amazing to feel his pleasure as his body shook on the other side. That sensation, that taste of warm cum. I felt so strangley satisfied, even euphoric. I sucked and milked and swallowed his cum. I left dizzy, light headed. The front of my pants felt so wet. I wondered if I had cum. too.
I said to myself, that's it. I had done it. I had wanted it for so long and now I had experienced it. Never again, though. I told myself never again.
It was so incredible though. Wasn't it? It felt so amazing. Tne act of it, suckimg cock.The pleasure it brought. It felt so right, so addictive and so right. Yet, the shame of it. How could I be so weak? How could I give in to my urges like that? Knowing how easy it was to fall to my knees. Knowing that there is horny, black cock just waiting. As time past, my hunger grew again. My desire grew again. Oh, it felt so good to suck that thick, black dick. Fuck, taking his cum was amazing, wasn't it? I seemed to crave it now,as if addicted to it. Maybe must one more time? Maybe another visit would satisfy my lust once and for all.
I tried to fight it, but my desire was just to strong. Just one more time. Driving to the gloryhole was equal parts shame and excitement. Fuck, just one more time. I had to experience this one more time, but that would be it. That would be the end of it. Again, in a partioned off section, nerves gave way to excitement. All I could think was, please feed my your black cock. A fear came over me. It was a fear of there being no one on the other side. There was no denying how much I wanted this. I Squeezed and stroked myself through my pants in anticipation. Being there again made my pre cum leak like I had never experienced before. Just the anticipation of it. Maybe, I had never been this turned on before. Minutes seemed like hours, finally a beautiful BBC slid through the hole. I held it in my hand and without thinking, planted kisses along it's shaft and head. How could I want it this much? How could I be this turned on? Isn't that what lover's would do? I was just so overcome, so joyous in the moment. Yes, make love to it with my mouth, I told myself. That is exactly what I wanted to do. "Yeah, make that cock spit." I heard the words, but wasn't sure where they came from. What a turn they were though!
Was I being watched? Was someone behind me, watching me? Was he getting off? Was his cock out? Was he stroking himself? That is so fucking hot! My cock was throbbing and leaking. If he wanted a show, I would give him one.There, on my knees, I took my dick out and stroked myself, too. My hand quickly became wet and slick as more ****** out. I was so turned on! If he only moved closer, I would of stroked him off, too. That, I thought, would be so hot if he shot his load all over me!
With gorgeous, black dick filling my mouth, I moaned and came all over the wall and ground. It sent shutters through me and intense waves of earth shaking pleasure. I had never been more turned on. Mmmm, mmmmm, mmm, I sucked that amazing anonymous cock through the hole and stroked it. "Yeah, yeah," "Fuck yeah," sounds of men getting off. I moaned on his dick, so eager to take it's cum. Yes, I thought, shoot it down my throat. Oh, please give it to me. I felt his cock's head swell and then the rush of hot semen. So much semen, it spilled out the edges of my mouth. I made such lewd sounds, swallowing, moaning, it was just incredible. So much cum, so very much making me feel intoxicated.
When I looked behind me, there was no one there. If there had been earlier, I hoped he got off too.
Days later, my thoughts were filled with the gloryhole and the desire to go back. I had hoped that I could resist those urges, but they were only stronger. Wht resistsomething that was so imcredible? Those experiences were so intense, so amazing. The greatest thrills of my life, they had lead to new fantasies. They had started to give me new cravings, new desires. More intimate desires. My thoughts turned to wondering what it would be like to be naked with one of those men. What new thrills and intense feelings would that bring? Feeling his warmth as I stood close. Pressing our naked bodies together, filling my hands with his ass. Bringing my mouth to his chest, kissing it, sucking and teasing his nipples. Would I have the nerve to kiss him on the mouth? Isn't that too much? Where would it all go from there?
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