>15 June 2010 >01:38:15 AM >FROM: versatileutguy >TO: austinoralguy
>>> Hey man - 22 year old, 6'2", 225lbs, 7"x5" thick uncut cock. Let me come by and slide in your hot mouth.
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>15 June 2010 >01:40:23 >FROM: austinoralguy >TO: versatileutguy
>>> Got a guy already on his way...you up for in a little while?
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>15 June 2010 >01:41:05 >FROM: versatileutguy >TO: austinoralguy
>>> No prob.
In the meantime: load a bowl. BLAZE.
>15 June 2010 >02:00:46 >FROM: austinoralguy >TO: versatileutguy
>>> Asshole didn't show. >>> You want to come? >>> How long to get here? >>> Just in case he shows, park beside the orange car and wait for him to leave. >>> Don't think he will though.
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>15 June 2010 >02:02:37 >FROM: versatileutguy >TO: austinoralguy
>>> Be there in 10.
I quickly committed the Cocksucker's address to memory, which wasn't difficult; I knew the building in West Campus. Had passed it a hundred times walking to and from class my sophomore and junior year.
I silently took my keys off their perch on the bathroom wall, grabbed my wallet and cell and snuck out of my apartment, pocketing the bowl of weed and yellow lighter for the road. Minutes later, I was in my car, exiting the parking garage and speeding off down Guadalupe toward the west side of the UT campus in central Austin.
I arrived at the Cocksucker's large house and parked behind his orange car - guess the asshole never showed. Or shot his load in the seven minutes it took me to get there. Maybe this guy was really good...
After taking two more big hits out of my pipe, the second of which left me reeling with a coughing fits, stepped up to the house's front door, which was cracked open and stepped inside. Turning to my right, I saw the Cocksucker's apartment number, gave it a quick knock and stepped inside.
Inches in front of me, two massive walls made of corrugated plastic signs that stretched from floor to ceiling and curved slightly over my head, creating a dark, humid dome for me to stand in. Looking down, I saw the faint outline of rectangular cutout set perfectly at crotch level. Smiling, I shut the door behind me and slipped my hands into the elastic waistband of my shorts and boxer briefs.
"Hey," I said, stepping up to the gloryhole. "Thanks for having me."
I slowly dropped my shorts and underwear, leaving me exposed, and stepped up to the hole. A quiet, mischievous chuckle and a huge, strong hand covered with thick hair greeted my cock, which began to stiffen as the Cocksucker spoke.
"No, thank you," He said, as he grabbed my thick, 5" cock and pulled it out of view.
After only a brief second, I felt a warm breath hit my crotch, making my dick jump, and my dick slipped into His warm, wet mouth. The sensation caused me to moan loudly and almost lost my balance. Guess I was more stoned than I though. I grabbed the top edge of the gloryhole barrier and regained my position.
The Cocksucker licked my cock like an ice cream cone, up and down the length of my now rock hard cock, before taking it into His mouth and sucking the whole length into his mouth and throat. I moaned, egging him on.
This continued for several minutes - Him slurping, sucking, licking, tonguing, stroking and pleasuring. Me moaning, stumbling, thrusting and biting my lip.
Then, he backed off. I stood silent for moment, expecting he was just taking a breath or a swig of water. Then, I heard an unmistakeable sound: the high, whispering rush of air as the Cocksucker inhaled two long hits of poppers.
Damn, I want some.
After a moment, the Cocksucker took my dick in his hand again, and my smile dropped, assuming he wasn't in the sharing mood. As if reading my mind, he responded.
"You want some poppers?"
"Oh yeah, man, if that's cool with you," I mumbled, trying to play it cool.
He passed the tiny brown bottle through and I lifted it to my face as He proceeded to suck my hard cock again. I held the bottle under one nostril, plugged the other, and took a long, slow whiff. The chemical aroma stung my nose, and I smiled. I swapped nostrils and repeated. Struggling to screw the top back on the bottle, I passed it back to Him.
Only a few seconds later, they hit me. My head became a cloudly mess, causing everything - my vision, my brain, my cock - to swirl in hazy waves. The rest of the blow job became one for the record books.
The now extra horny Cocksucker ran His mouth over my dick like a power tool, working me into a frenzy. After several minutes though, my dick was not ready to blow and his jaws were aching, I am sure.
"You ready to cum for me?" He asked, spitting into His hand and stroking my dick fast and hard.
"Yeah, just like that, just like that, aw fuck..." was all I could get out as I arched my back, struggling to stay standing as He jerked my dick like no one else ever has and my words became one long, loud, snarl.
My cock grew in size, filling His tight grasp, and I felt my balls draw up against His fist as my huge load shot out of my cock and through the air. I felt volley after volley shoot out of my dick, and from the sound of His gasps, it was an impressive show.
"Damn, dude," He said. "That thing really fuckin' shoots, doesn't it?"
I laughed, stoned out of my mind and coming down from one of the best orgasms I'd had in months. I shook my head, trying to wake myself up as I felt Him begin to lick the last drops of cum off my dick, making me shiver and melt.
Then, like a good little Cocksucker, he placed a warm, wet towel on my dick and balls and cleaned himself off of me. I wanted to reach through and pull his invisible face to mine and shove my tongue in his mouth, or taste his dick.
Instead, I mumbled a thank you and tried to chit chat as I stooped and pulled my boxer briefs, shorts and flip-flops back on.
I turned to the door, placed my hand on the door knob and hesitated.
"Hey, thanks again, man. That was hot. We gotta do this again."
He laughed to himself.
"Yeah. I get guys in here all the time. See you next time, stud."
I open his apartment door, stepped out, got back in my car and made the slow drive home, imagining the next time, when I would throw the plastic barrier out from between us and have my way with him.
Fucking gloryholes...
>>> If you liked the story - email me your thoughts - versatileutguy@yahoo.com
This is a true story, though it happened almost a year ago, so you can be sure a few of the details are fudged or exaggerated. This story is the first in a series of true stories about sexual encounters I had in East Texas in recent years. If you like what you read, email me at versatileutguy@yahoo.com - let me know what you think.
The following is a true story - the aftermath of a CL encounter.>15 June 2010>01:38:15 AM>FROM: versatileutguy>TO: austinoralguy>>> Hey man - 22 year old, 6'2
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