The first time I went to a gloryhole booth I sucked my straight best friends cock

All characters are above the age of 18

It had been months of this sick, addictive fantasy. Late nights with my hand wrapped around my cock, imagining myself on my knees in some dark, filthy booth, a stranger’s dick sliding through a hole and into my mouth. I’d never done anything like it. Never even sucked a cock before that night. But the urge kept getting stronger until I couldn’t ignore it anymore.

I finally worked up the nerve.

I found the place online an adult video store on the edge of town with gloryhole booths in the back. I told myself I’d just go look. Maybe jerk off in the booth and leave. But deep down I knew I was going to do it.

That evening I got ready in secret. Under my baggy black jacket and gray sweatpants I wore the sluttiest outfit I owned: a tiny pink lace thong that barely held my cock and balls, the thin back string disappearing between my smooth cheeks. A matching pink lace bralette hugged my flat chest, the delicate cups and thin straps making me feel exposed even before anyone saw it. Sheer black thigh-high stockings clipped to a garter belt, and a tiny black pleated skirt that barely covered anything. Everything shaved smooth. I looked like a cheap little slut under all the normal clothes.

I drove there with my heart hammering. Paid for tokens at the counter without meeting the clerk’s eyes, then slipped into one of the back booths and locked the door.

The small room smelled like cleaner and old sex. My hands shook as I peeled off the jacket and sweatpants, folding them on the narrow bench. Now I was just standing there in the pink lingerie set, garters, stockings, and little skirt. My cock was already half-hard, straining against the lace. I sat on the stool, legs spread a little, and waited.

It took forever.

Ten minutes. Fifteen. My nerves were screaming. I almost chickened out and left. Then I heard the door in the next booth open and close. A zipper. Movement.

A cock pushed through the hole.

Thick. Veiny. Already half-hard, with a fat head and a slight upward curve. It looked heavy. My mouth watered instantly even as my stomach flipped.

I dropped to my knees on the sticky floor without thinking twice.

I leaned in and licked the head first slow, testing. Salty. Warm. The cock twitched hard against my tongue. I opened my mouth and took the head in, sucking gently, swirling my tongue. The guy on the other side let out a low groan. That sound went straight to my own cock.

I got greedy.

I bobbed my head, taking more each time, one hand wrapped around the base, the other reaching back to rub my own hole through the thong string. I was so fucking horny I didn’t care about anything else. I sucked like I’d been starving for it. The stranger started thrusting shallowly through the hole, fucking my mouth. I relaxed my throat and let him. Gagged once, eyes watering, but kept going.

He didn’t last long. Neither would I if our positions were reversed.

His cock swelled on my tongue. He grunted, pushed deep, and unloaded.

Hot, thick spurts flooded my mouth. I tried to swallow it all but some spilled out the corners of my lips and down my chin. The taste was intense bitter, salty, real. The second it was over, shame crashed into me like a truck.

What the fuck had I just done?

I pulled off fast, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and scrambled to my feet. Heart pounding, I yanked the sweatpants and jacket back on over the lingerie, zipped everything up, and bolted out of the booth without looking back. I didn’t even wait to see if another cock would appear. I just needed to get out.

The cool night air hit me in the parking lot. Only three cars were left mine, one other, and what I assumed was the clerk’s. My stomach was in knots. Cum still coated the inside of my mouth. My own cock was aching, untouched, trapped in the tiny thong.

Then I saw him.

Otto my best friend since college was getting into his car two spots over. He looked up, did a double take, and our eyes locked.

Recognition hit his face like a slap.

“Zach?”

His voice carried across the empty lot. My blood ran cold.

There were only three cars.

He knew.

He didn’t yell. Didn’t make a scene. He just stared at me for a long second, then spoke in a low, flat voice that left no room for argument.

“Follow me to my place. Now.”

I nodded once, got in my car, and followed him the ten-minute drive to his apartment. My hands were shaking on the wheel the whole way.

When we got inside he closed the door behind us and turned around.

“Aren’t you warm in that jacket?”

“I’m fine,” I lied, voice hoarse.

He stepped in close. “What are you hiding, Zach? Take it off.”

I hesitated, then slowly unzipped the jacket and let it fall. The pink bralette was immediately visible thin straps, delicate lace, my nipples showing through the fabric.

Otto’s eyes darkened.

Before I could say anything he grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants and yanked them down hard. They pooled around my ankles. The tiny pink thong, the garter belt, the sheer stockings, the little black skirt all of it on full display. My cock was rock hard, the head peeking above the waistband of the thong, a wet spot already soaking the lace.

He stared.

“You’re dressed like a fucking slut.”

The words hit me low in the gut. My cock twitched visibly.

He looked me over for a moment, then said, “Look, I know the people behind the hole aren’t girls but I wasn’t expecting you.”

My cock twitched.

He nodded slowly. “Yeah I know me? Last person you would expect but I went there knowing it was guys on the other side. Wanted some quick, no-strings head. But then I saw you leaving, put two and two together with the cars… and now seeing you like this?” He gestured at the outfit. “Fuck, Zach. My friend was the one on his knees for me.”

I couldn’t meet his eyes. My face burned. “I didn’t know it was you. I just… I needed to try it.”

He stepped closer, voice dropping lower. “And you liked it. You sucked me off without hesitation. Now you’re standing here dressed like a cheap slut. You want me to treat you like one?”

I nodded, throat tight.

He smirked, slow and dangerous. “Good. Because you already sucked my cock once tonight. Means you won’t mind doing it again.”

My stomach dropped even as my cock throbbed harder.

He unbuckled his belt, shoved his jeans down, and pulled his cock out the same thick one I’d just had in my mouth twenty minutes ago. Already getting hard again.

“Get on your knees.”

I sank down without hesitation, the carpet rough against my stockinged knees. He stepped forward and grabbed a fistful of my hair, not gentle.

“You want to suck my cock?”

I looked up at him my best friend, the guy I’d known for years standing over me while I knelt in pink lingerie with his cum still on my tongue.

“Yes, sir.”

The words came out shaky but clear.

Otto’s eyes flashed with something dark and satisfied. He pushed his cock against my lips.

“Open.”

I opened.

He slid in slow at first, letting me taste him again, then deeper. This time there was no anonymity. No hole between us. Just Otto’s hand in my hair and his cock stretching my mouth while he watched my face.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You sucked me like you were starving for it earlier, now look at you.”

I moaned around him. He started fucking my face in steady thrusts, using my hair to guide me. I took it gagging when he pushed too deep, drooling down my chin, eyes watering but I didn’t pull away. My own cock was leaking steadily into the thong.

After a few minutes he pulled out, breathing hard.

“Not yet. I want that ass.”

He hauled me up and bent me over the arm of his couch. The little skirt flipped up on its own. He yanked the thong string to the side, exposing my hole.

“Stay.”

I heard him move, then a drawer opening, a lube cap snapping open. Then his fingers were rubbing over my entrance.

“Already loose,” he said, voice rough. “You been playing with toys? Practicing to get fucked like a girl?”

“Yes, sir,” I admitted, voice muffled against the couch cushion.

He pulled his fingers out. I felt the blunt head of his cock press against me.

“Beg for it.”

I swallowed hard. “Please… fuck me.”

“Say it right.”

“Please fuck my ass, sir. Use me.”

Otto groaned and pushed in.

The stretch burned at first thick, relentless then melted into white-hot pleasure as he sank all the way inside. I moaned loud and shameless. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He started fucking me in deep, steady strokes, one hand gripping my hip, the other fisting the back of the bralette like a handle.

“Goddamn, Zach. Your ass is gripping me like it was made for this.”

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. The underwear rubbing against my balls. Every time he bottomed out I saw stars.

He reached around and wrapped his hand around my cock through the lace, stroking in time with his thrusts.

“You came to that gloryhole looking for anonymous cock and you got mine. Now you’re taking it raw in your friend’s living room like a cheap whore. How’s that feel?”

“So good,” I gasped. “Fuck…Otto….”

“Sir.”

“Sir….please…”

He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my back on the couch, and shoved my legs up and apart. The position was obscene , my legs spread wide, he slammed back in and started pounding me harder, watching my face the while he did it.

“Look at you,” he growled. “Taking cock like you were born for it. My personal gloryhole slut.”

I couldn’t even form words anymore. Just moans and whimpers. My cock was leaking all over my stomach. Every thrust nailed my prostate and I was getting close embarrassingly fast.

Otto reached down and yanked the front of the thong down, freeing my cock. He stroked it rough and fast while he fucked me.

“Come on. Cum you little slut!”

I broke.

My orgasm hit like a freight train. I came hard, ropes of cum splattering across my stomach while I clenched around him. Otto groaned at the feeling and fucked me through it, chasing his own release.

A minute later he buried himself deep and came with a low, guttural sound. I felt every hot pulse of it inside me filling me up, marking me.

He stayed buried for a long moment, breathing hard, then slowly pulled out. Cum immediately started leaking out of my used hole and down my thigh.

Otto looked down at me wrecked, cum-covered, in lingerie and smirked.

“Clean it up.”

He grabbed my hair again and pulled my face to his cock. I opened my mouth without being told and sucked him clean, tasting myself and him together. He watched me the whole time, eyes dark.

When he finally let me go he tucked himself back into his jeans and looked at me still sprawled on his couch in my ruined outfit.

“This changes things,” he said quietly. “No more sneaking off to gloryholes. When I want this…” he gestured at my wrecked body “...I text you. You show up in whatever slutty shit I tell you to wear. You understand?”

I nodded, still floating, still leaking his load.

“Yes, sir.”

Otto’s mouth curved into a slow, satisfied smile.

“Good girl.”

He reached down and ran two fingers through the cum on my stomach, then pushed them into my mouth. I sucked them clean without hesitation.

“I can't wait,” he said, voice low and promising, “For next time….”

I shivered.

And I knew I’d be back.