Stranger shows Adam to a Gloryhole

Everyone in the following story is 18 years of age or older.
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Friday night came around, as it did every week. As usual for Adam, he and the boys were going out to get shitfaced and, hopefully, get lucky. Adam was especially aching for some action. It was three weeks ago that he had a cute girl give him a mediocre, yet satisfying blowjob. He didn't even remember how he managed to pull that off, but getting pleased by another warm, wet mouth was on his mind.
And so, he put on the usual attire, the clothes that were considered trendy by the crowd, but served only to make him blend in, like a zebra desperately sticking with its herd to avoid catching the eye of the hungry lion. Adam watched a lot of nature shows. He thought it made up for all the brainless jerking he did to tame his lust and lack of action. Somehow, he didn't feel as bad jerking off to his most depraved fantasies if he watched some documentaries detailing the life of elephants in sub-Saharan Africa.
A 3-minute bike ride landed him at Matt's house, where they all met to pregame before going out. They always took a taxi to get there. There was no way they would let one of the boys sit there sober while everyone else drank until they couldn't tell a woman from a man.
Adam got there first and was almost done his first beer when a knock at the door announced Tom and Connor's arrival. All that was left was Jack who texted the gang to warn that he would meet them there instead. When all of them had a few beers in them, they called the cab and went off downtown.
The city was nothing crazy, so the bar scene was alright, nothing special. It was still crowded enough to have your fill of eye candy though. While there was an abundance of attractive ladies to be seen in the daytime, the dress code wasn't exactly the same as out here. Curves were on full display here. This is what kept Adam coming every week, despite him not being the biggest party type.
A pitcher at one bar, some shots at another, the night was taking its regular course. Adam was sitting at the counter of a medium size joint, gazing over at a group of girls that looked absolutely on point. They were definitely getting his mind going and his blood flowing. As he started going off into deeper thoughts of lust, the guy that had been slowly sipping his beer next to him tapped him on the shoulder and said unashamedly:
"Man, I'd give anything to get a taste of that."
Adam looked over at him and stumbled, surprised: "What?"
"It's a shame we only get to look. There's so much more I'd want to do."
Looking over at him, Adam saw where he was looking and caught on to what he was saying.
"Yeah, I wish it wouldn't be so hard," Adam replied.
"I know, sometimes I can't be bothered to chase after them. I just want some easy fun."
"If only."
They paused for a moment and took a sip of their drinks.
"Name's Craig, by the way."
"Adam."
"You know, there are some ways to get off without all the trouble of working for it."
"Yeah, like a hooker," Adam scoffed.
"Oh, if I had the money to throw away, I'd be all into that. There's a quicker way though, bro. More importantly, it's free."
"Why does it sound like you're trying to sell me something?"
"I ankara yabancı escort swear I'm not."
"Well, what is it then?"
Adam figured there was no harm in humoring the man. More than that though, he got a bit excited at the slight chance that there may be something worthwhile in what he had to say.
Craig went on:
"Look, I don't even bother approaching girls out here anymore. I just have some drinks, enjoy the view for a bit."
He paused.
"And?" Adam pressed.
"And I go to the gloryhole to end the night."
"What do you mean?" Adam asked.
"Come on, you know what a gloryhole is?"
"Well, yeah."
"Well, there's one nearby. There's always some action to be had there."
"You're kidding." Adam said dismissively, trying to not give off much of a reaction. He didn't know if this guy was just playing with him. You never know, after all; there are some jokesters out there.
"I'm gonna have another beer and head over there, probably in 10 minutes or so. You can come back and find me here. I'd be happy to show you around the place."
"Alright man, I'll think about it," Adam said chuckling. "I'm gonna go check on my buddies."
As he got up to leave the bar, Adam saw once again the perfect bodies of the ladies beckoning his reproductive instincts. If only he could get up close for a whiff of their aroma. Adam's lust was strong and in full force. He was pretty much sold on what Craig had told him. Vague thoughts of getting jumped by the guy and his friends or something were quelled by his growing desire. Might as well, he thought.
He found Connor and Tom, quite drunk, who told him that Matt had gone home with a girl. Damn, that made Adam jealous. He was definitely going to that gloryhole now. No way was he going to have a dry night while Matt was getting it deep in some chick.
He circled back to the bar, where he had left his new acquaintance and found him, still at the counter, a few sips left in his beer.
"I'm done here. What about you?" Adam asked as he stood next to him.
Craig looked over at him. A wide grin appeared on his face.
"Let's go," he said.
He got up, paid his tab, and they headed out.
"You'll be thanking me at the end of the night."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, trust me," he said.
They left the area with all the bars, through a parking lot and down the adjoining street.
"So, the girls there know what they're doing?" Adam asked.
"You'll be lucky to get a girl on the other side, but, no doubt, a guy will take great care of you."
"Oh, umm, I didn't realize it would be like that," Adam hesitated and almost came to a stop.
"I get it; you're straight?"
"Yeah," Adam answered, still some hesitation in his voice.
"Yeah, I am too. That's why there's a wall though," Craig said, laughing. "They suck. The rest is left to our imagination."
"Fair enough, I guess."
Adam's pent up lust dampened his resolve to walk the straight line. He figured, with a wall in between, it would be easy enough to ignore the fact of the action; that he would be getting sucked by a man.
They continued walking for a few minutes before Adam's new friend announced that they were arriving at destination. A group of five men were standing in a circle on the sidewalk. Three of them bahçelievler escort were smoking. It looked like they were having a serious conversation.
Craig turned down the lane of a small and decrepit looking house. Adam followed. The window on the side of the house had no blinds but the inside was dark. He said it was abandoned.
The end of the laneway opened onto a fairly large backyard for the size of the house. An asphalt patio covered the center part. Weeds had grown through the cracks in the pavement.
Directly at the back of the yard stood a shed like structure. Perhaps more a shack, it was all wood. It was built up against the fence, covered by a roof with an incline falling inward toward the backyard of the lot. The roof was held up by 3 pillars and the side walls, which all stood about 5 feet apart, making the whole building quite long. Inside the shack, doors to what resembled bathroom stalls filled its entire length.
Standing next to Adam, Craig uttered a phrase that stuck with him for a while after that:
"On the other side of that wall is our little slice of heaven."
This brought Adam to a new level of desire. He was eager to have his slice.
"Let's do this then," he said.
"Hell yeah." was the response from his compatriot.
They walked together, into the shack. Adam entered the far-left compartment, as the other went into the adjacent one. Adam's heart rate had accelerated as the nerves were kicking in. His unabated lust held him strongly in place, however.
He stood in the small dark room. The light given off by the moon and the neighbouring house lamps was just enough for him to make out the contours of the room. A chair was placed up against the right wall. It left just enough space to get around to the back wall. Indeed, the entire room was but two or three steps in each direction.
The walls reached up to about 7 feet and left one foot at the base so that you could reach under into the next stall.
Some chattering on the other side of the wall brought Adam back from his examination of the room. He was reminded why he was here and looked down to find a hole. Despite the dim light, he quickly made out the hole he was looking for.
He heard a door on the other side swing open and some steps announcing someone's entrance to the opposing side. A moment's hesitation came upon him, as he thought of backing out. He wasn't committed to anything yet after all. Nothing had happened. He could just leave.
Then he heard a drawn-out moan of satisfaction from the next stall. It seemed that Craig had gone in without hesitation. His cock twitched. His hands reached down, almost by instinct, as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants in a hurry. He didn't want the guy on the other side to leave, thinking he was not going see anything come out of the hole.
Adam dropped his pants to his ankles and shuffled forward. After tugging on his cock a few times, he stood up against the wall and lined himself up with the hole. In this instant, his heart was racing, as a mix of lust and doubt washed over him.
The tingling sensation of foreign fingers touching his cock immediately quashed his doubt. After a few gentle rubs, something wet, what he could only assume was a tongue, slid all the way up his cock. Adam bit his lip in anticipation.
The balgat escort mouth retreated and wrapped its lips around his head, applying pressure to push back his foreskin. The warm wetness engulfed his now exposed head and sent a shiver down his spine.
"Yesss," Adam let out uncontrollably.
The concealed cocksucker started bobbing his head back and forth. Adam's body responded by sending blood flow to his member, allowing it to grow in size and stiffness. The eagerness of the cocksucker was heightened by this reaction and his sucking became all the tighter and more vigorous.
Adam's cock had grown to full length and was rock hard over the unbelievable pleasure this man was giving him. Fully abandoning himself to the sensations, he started thrusting into the hole, trying to get deeper into the mouth, his body slamming against the wall.
He heard a light sound of sloshing as the man's slobber coated his cock. The mouth came off for an instant, only to be immediately replaced by a hand that gripped him tightly and stroked his head. The man lifted Adam's cock and, as his fingers wrapped around the shaft, pressed his thumb against the frenulum. Adam twitched. He jerked the now throbbing cock all while applying pressure in circular motions on the area of ultimate pleasure.
Adam moaned out repeatedly, feeling the pure ecstasy from his cock all throughout his body. This stimulation made him ache for violent thrusts. The cocksucker knew this urge would be coming and offered his mouth once more. His lips wrapped perfectly around the head and Adam drove in and out of his mouth, reveling in the sensation. He was completely lost in his lust.
His cock hardened even more and the cocksucker, knowing what was coming, served Adam with long, deep strokes, keeping his lips tight around the shaft and his tongue pressed up against the underside of the cock so as to tease the frenulum with each passing.
Adam was pulling out as the mouth retreated and thrusting back in when it advanced again. Soon, his toes dug into the soles of his shoes as his balls clenched. He felt himself start pouring out into the greedy mouth, as his cock pulsed hard, desperately releasing all the overflow of lust. He moaned out; a deep, hoarse moan of depraved gratification.
The cocksucker lunged forward in one confident motion, taking all of Adam's cock and allowing him privileged access to his throat. He pressed his lips around the base of Adam's shaft, which was up against the opening. Adam was in heaven.
As Adam softened, he flexed his pelvis muscles to expulse whatever cum was left from his balls. After doing so, he stepped back and stumbled, still with his pants around his ankles, and let himself fall into the chair behind him.
Catching his breath, what had just happened hit him like a train. He abruptly turned over to hear if the guy that brought him here was still in there. He had forgotten his name. He bent down to look under the adjoining wall and saw the outline of feet. Standing up quickly, he grabbed his pants and buckled his belt. He saw fingers through the hole. They were holding a piece of small piece of paper. He grabbed it and shoved it in his pocket.
He hit the door open and left in a hurry. He looked back to make sure the guy from the bar was not leaving too. Walking at a rapid pace, he turned out of the laneway onto the street. The group from earlier was still there.
"Had fun?" one man called out. The rest of the men laughed. Adam glanced up at them and kept on walking, not answering the question.
Remembering what he had received, Adam reached into his pocket and pulled out the shriveled piece of paper. After unfolding it, he looked at it under the light of a lamp post. There was only a phone number.