[M/M] Gay for pay at a gloryhole. | 2016

This happened about three months after my eighteenth birthday. It was the summer before I went off to college and I couldn't find a job anywhere. I was single, most of my friends had left already, and I started acting out, sexually. Most days were spent on-cam, jerking off, or scouring local personals for a casual hookup. Nights were spent at the local adults-only store, either jerking off in a booth or enjoying the stares of the other, older customers.

At the time, I identified as straight. I loved having my ass played with, but I never thought about doing anything with a guy. But as an exhibitionist, I love being watched. Even then, it turned me on knowing that other guys in the store wanted me enough to shove their face up to a gloryhole just for a chance to watch me play with my cock.

I have a pretty big cock. It's about seven and a half inches long with a six and a half inch girth, or circumference, which puts me well above “Oh my god” but just shy of “No fucking way is that going inside me.” More often that not, it fits into the Goldilocks zone: Just right. My body, on the other hand, is a different story. I'm very thin, especially back then. I was very, very skinny and looked much younger than eighteen (I got carded all the time). So the image of this fat cock on such a skinny body was a huge turn-on for a lot of the people watching me.

One night, while in the booth, I heard something other than just the usual dirty talk. It was a proposition from the man next door. I'd heard “Let me suck that cock” a million times before, it did nothing for me, but he was the first to say “I'll pay you to let me suck that cock.” It was hugely flattering, but I declined. A few minutes later, he tossed three bills into the booth. Luckily they landed on me and not the floor. I unfolded them and barely made out the numbers: $100. He gave me three-hundred dollars, just like that. I could have run out of the place and he'd never catch me. I'd feel bad doing that though, so I stayed (plus my pants were still around my ankles).

“Sorry, but I'm straight.”

“That's okay.”

Another hundred poked through the hole, just like that.

“Please? You can wear a condom.”

My dick has a habit of making decisions for me, this was going to be no exception. I pulled my wallet out, replaced the condom with the money, and started slipping it on (I hate condoms, they squeeze of the base of my cock too hard).

“Okay, but work fast.”

I stood up and slowly shoved my dick through the hole and into his waiting mouth. I didn't have to do a thing, he sucked, slurped, and licked every inch of my cock like his life depended on it, moaning the whole way. He was grateful. He couldn't deepthroat me, the poor guy, but I appreciated the effort.

Meanwhile, the guy on the other side of the booth continued to watch from his gloryhole, muttering obscenities under his breath as he jerked off at the sight of me shoving my cock through a hole. I instinctively reached back and spread my cheeks open, showing off my little asshole. Many, many camshows had prepared me for this moment, as I began moaning purely for their amusement.

The voyeur didn't last long, at least I don't think he did. It wasn't long before I couldn't hear him anymore, so I'm assuming he left. The guy sucking me off, meanwhile, had moved down to my balls and was tonguing them. I love that, it feels amazing. Blowjobs rarely make me cum though, and I knew it, so I pulled my cock back into my booth and began stroking furiously as he cheered me on.

"Fuck yeah, make it cum. It's so fucking big, I need to see it cum. Please, please."

When I came, I came hard. I filled the condom and then some, moaning as every muscle in my body tightened. When it was over, I was sweaty, tired, and had never felt more desired in my life.

“Thank you so much.” the man said, each word coated with lust.

“You're welcome.” I said halfheartedly, I was scared he'd want his money back if he knew I enjoyed it.

“Are you clean?” He asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“Can I...have that?”

He wanted the cum-filled condom. I didn't plan on keeping it, so I handed it over. He thanked me, but I didn't hear him, I was pulling my pants up and leaving the booth. As I left the store, everyone looked at me out of the corner of their eye, trying to discreetly check out the mystery moaner in the booth. I didn't mind at all and just strolled toward the exit.

The cashier, Nancy, was in her thirties and her and I chatted whenever I came in, as I was one of the few customers not ashamed to be there. She just smiled to me as I walked past but I definitely heard her say something just before I left.

“Atta boy.”

I sat in my car, a huge grin on my face. This was something I'd pursue, this was something I could really enjoy. I squeezed the bulge in my pants one last time before starting the car. As I did, a man walked out of the store, a man I didn't see on my way out.

He was older than me. A lot older. His hair was gray, his body average at best. He was the guy who sucked me off. He was the guy who paid a skinny eighteen year old four-hundred dollars to feed him his big, young cock.

As I watched him get into his car, I smirked. What a slut, I thought.

I hope he becomes a regular customer.