I’ve frequented gloryholes since I was a senior in highschool. My sexdrive has always been out of hand, and gloryholes help me to keep it fed so it’s not so hungry at home that I masturbate constantly, freaking out my brother, sister, and parents.
Shortly before graduation, I was on about my 15th cock through the 2 holes in the booth when a massive, half-hard cock came through one of the holes. I know he was old because his pubes were almost entirely gray and he smelled like a grandpa. Not a musty old smell, but that well warn, work hardened aroma that a grandpa has…like my grandpas both have(not, he wasn’t either or my grandpas). It was a good aroma. One of comfort and safety…
I was able to get his half-hard cock swallowed down my throat. As it grew I started to worry, but never gave up. Rock hard it pushed the limit of what I could deepthroat. I kept at it and he soon came straight into my stomach. I sucked and milked all the cum I could out of it…and it didn’t soften. It took twice as long to get another load into my stomach…and it still didn’t soften.
I pulled my asshole off the cock in the other gloryhole and slammed my pussy onto the grandpa cock. I went sucking that cock while the grandpa went to pounding my pussy. I sucked off a cock for every 2 body-quaking orgasms for well over an hour. He came inside me 3 times and barely slowed down for each. He showed no signs of slowing, but the cocks to suck sloewd greatly. Another hour of fucking, another 2 loads in my pussy, and only 3 cocks showed to suck.
I prided myself on staying anonymous at the ABS when I was doing gloryholes…cloak with hood, a mask, parking a distance away…but I had to meet this grandpa. I mean I HAD to!
A brief conversation through the hole and we set up a meet at a diner a short distance away. I told him what I’d be wearing, he told me what he’d be wearing. I cloaked, hooded, and masked up and left.
I wanked to the diner because, coincidently it was where I parked. I walked in and saw him. He was wearing exactly what he said he would. I had already removed my mask, and I lowered my hood as I walked towards him. He recognised me immediately.
He lived two doors down from my home and family. He lived in a casida behind his families house. His grand-daughter(‘Beth’) is one of my childhood friends. He came to live with them 5 years ago after his wife died. They built the casida 2 years ago because they couldn’t get along in the same house. Beth told me her parents always called him an alpha. ‘Everything always had to be his way’. She described him as controlling and dominating. Claimed her parents just wanted to make sure they got his ‘fortune’ when he eventually died.
He stood as I approached, took my hand. We ‘formally introduced ourselves. He motioned for me to sit and then sat across from me. During the smalltalk was questions about eachothers homelife. Why I do gloryholes. School and my plans after. I asked about his dead wife and their life…and was wildly turned on by what he said. He requested that I open my cloak. The waiter lingered a bit enjoying my exposed breasts.
He told me what he wanted…I explained what I needed, and wanted. We agreed to try things out. We didn’t try to hide the fact that we were in a relationship. Beth and I stayed friends and “Carl'(her grandpa) encouraged it. She caught him fucking me in the casida many times. She often would check back in a bit, but she’d sometimes sit and watch.
Beth and I had been sexual with eachother abd continued, with Carl’s encouragement. Carl would bring young men in to have sex with me and/or him. Sometimes 3 or more at a time. They fucked me and him exactly how he told them to. I did to and with them exactly what he told me to.
He never lavished me with gifts. He stated in the beginning that he was wealthy and would not be my sugardaddy but that I would not be lacking sexualy or emotionally and that I would have everything I needed.
Fast forward 6 years…Carl died…and yes, he left everything to me save for a percentage to Beth. Carl had intruduced me to his baby brother ‘Walt’. Walt was to assist me in maintaing the life that Carl had built for me. He took over many of Carl’s tasks…fucking me, making sure others did also, taking me shopping and deciding what I should wear. I developed a powerful and supportive circle, mostly of men 20, 30, 40 years me senior. Beth was with me through most of it, though she did have a life outside ‘my cicle’, we were always there for and with eachother.
I’ve never found another that could fuck me sensless to the point of being nonfunctinal like Carl did, but I had many that enjoyed trying. Carl taught me the value of a dollar, and though I and Our Son will never have to wory about money, we aren’t frivolous with it.
Beth can’t decide if she wants to be Mom or neice or aunt or what to mine and Carl’s now 12 year old son. Walt is a great uncle and continues to teach his nephew well in the ways of a respectfull and Loving Dominant man.
Walt won’t be with us much longer, but I’ve cherished his time in my life since Carl died, and always will.
