Page 11 of Gay Sex Club Collection

The man whined, jacking his own cock hard and fast. He was so close already, and the priest filled him so completely. His balls squashed against the man’s ass as he pushed in deeper still, and finally the man on his back came with a throat-raw scream.

“Yes,” cried the priest, as he fucked the cum out of him. He never slowed down, just relentlessly hammered his cock into him, making the man beneath him writhe and shake, moan and cry.

The priest’s head fell back, he gripped the man’s hips, and his thrusts became faster and ragged, until he bucked and stilled with a roar. His whole frame jerked and twitched as he came deep inside him. He seemed to come for a long time, unable to do anything but stay balls deep in that slick, tight hole. He groaned a sound between pleasure and pain as he emptied his cock inside him. The other man could only gasp and sigh, knowing and loving that he was being filled with cum.

Slowly, reluctantly, the priest pulled out. His still-hard dick glistened, bare and beautiful as he got off the bed, and I could imagine the emptiness the other man felt at his absence. After having such a big hot cock inside him, he’d be feeling empty. Sated, but already yearning for the next time.

“Am I absolved, Father?” he asked meekly, arms and legs splayed out.

The priest stuffed his softening dick back inside his trousers. “No, not yet. I feel it may take a few sessions with you.”

The man on the bed smiled. “Thank you, Father.”

“I’ll look forward to us meeting again next week.”

“I will try to be good until then.”

The priest gave a nod. “See that you do,” he said. He lifted the man’s chin, and with his thumb, drew a cross on his forehead, though it looked more like a soft caress. And with that, he left the room. The remaining man smiled with a bone-deep satisfaction. He stayed on the bed a while before he left, and I made a note on the job file to make sure I was on duty for their next meeting.

Glory Hole Glory

The glory hole rooms were set up differently to the other rooms. There wasn’t a mirrored window to watch from. Instead, there was a bank of flat screens filled with security camera feeds. Each room had three small lights at the top of my screen that the occupant would use: green was ready, red was stop, and yellow was done.

The rooms looked like bathroom stalls, minus the toilets, and they were painted black. Barely three feet wide, there were ledges up the walls for footholds, handrails to hang onto, tiled flooring for easy clean-up. There was also a small screen that showed continuous loops of porn, and the all-important hole in the wall that adjoined each stall.

There were six stalls in a row, though some nights not all stalls were used. Sometimes it was just one pair of men, sometimes three separate pairs of men, and sometimes all six rooms were occupied and it was basically a free-for-all. And sometimes a guy in a center stall wanted someone in a stall on either side of him.

Like tonight.

It was only the three stalls that were in use. The middle of the three was booked by a man who was going by the name of Joel tonight. He’d put in a request to have the stalls on either side of him booked for the duration. Men were always happy to oblige when this request came in. Someone was either getting their dick in an ass or down a throat with complete anonymity, no roles to play, no pleasantries to be exchanged.

Just cum.

And this was listed as a bareback session. No condom, no problem. Just fucking and sucking.

Before I started working here, I assumed glory holes were for men who had a sex-in-a-truck-stop fetish. But boy, was I wrong. Some guys got off on the mystery of it all; some guys didn’t ever want to be recognized. Maybe some guys didn’t like to be touched. Maybe they didn’t want to see the warm body they were fucking was a guy instead of a woman. Maybe, just maybe, some guys just thought sticking their dick through a hole and having it sucked or fucked was fucking hot.

They weren’t exactly wrong.

The door to the middle stall opened and Joel entered. Like a tomcat in heat, he took no time at all to get undressed and started stroking himself, twisting his own nipples while he watched porn on the small screen.

Lifting his right foot to one of the small footholds on the wall, he squirted lube onto his fingers and hurriedly started to fuck his own ass with them. He left his cock untouched, although he was already half-hard, as he watched the men fuck on the screen in front of him.

He inserted a second finger, starting to roll his hips a little, then he added a third. His head lolled back and he moaned, his cock now thick and full. Jesus, he was getting himself off before his scene even began.

He hit one of the switches, lighting the green “ready” light. Not a moment later, the door opened and a man in a suit walked in. Did he just finish work? Was this part of the character he slipped into when he played at the sex club? He was a middle-aged man, early forties, graying hair at his temples. Even with his face half-obscured by the low light, it was easy to tell he was attractive.

The porn on the screen held his attention, and he unzipped the fly of his suit pants, leaving them buttoned at the top. He had to maneuver his cock to free it, then it only took a few strokes before he hit the switch on the wall. His light lit up in the center stall alerting Joel, the man who’d requested this scene, that he was ready.

Suit Man nudged toward the adjoining wall, somewhat hesitant to just stick his dick through the hole. Was it his first time?

In the center cubicle, Joel knelt at the wall, his mouth perfectly aligned with the adjoining hole in the wall. He pressed his mouth up to the hole and licked his lips. “Feed your cock to me. Come on, let me taste you.” He opened his mouth, flattened his tongue and waited.

Suit Man slowly edged the head of his cock through the hole into the waiting warm mouth. Joel quickly closed his lips around the cock and moaned to show his thanks.

The door to the third stall opened and another man slipped into the barely-lit room. He had a shaved head and wore a tight black shirt and jeans. He reminded me a little of Jason Statham, a hard looking but handsome man. He took out a small bottle of lube from his jeans pocket and put it on the shelf, never taking his eyes off the porn on the screen. He opened his jeans and heaved his huge cock out from the denim. He wasn’t wearing underwear. After he stroked himself a few times, he refastened the button on his fly, leaving his cock free.

He slathered lube over his shaft and the head and slapped the button to signal he was ready.

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