My First Glory Hole: Sucking Stranger Cocks in a Paris Swinger Club
The glory hole booth in that old swinger club, 14th arrondissement, Paris. Tiny, dark closet. Barely lit by hallway glow through frosted plexiglass. Two holes at waist height. Heart hammers. I’ve cruised the corridors, hammam steam on skin, towel tight around hips. Watched that chubby woman get pounded, voyeurs stroking. Flirted awkwardly with a young guy, admitted I’d rather suck than fuck. He bolted. Now here, alone. Door clicks shut, locked. Stomach twists. Why so careful? Fear of eyes, judgment. Shadow moves beyond the pass-through to the black room. Towel parts. There it is. My first cock.
Kneel on cold hard floor. Hand shakes, reaches out. Fingers brush smooth, firm thigh. Heart pounds louder. Up to heavy balls, light hair. Grip the shaft. Warm, half-hard, thick. Pulse races. This is it. No turning back. Lean in, lips graze skin. Salty, clean from showers. Part lips, take it in. No teeth. Tongue swirls the head, frenulum. Saliva slicks it. Push deeper, throat tightens. Bob slow, then faster. It swells, rock hard. Fill my mouth. Exhilaration surges. I’m doing this. Sucking cock. For real.
The Approach: Heart Racing in the Dark Booth
Eye corner catches movement. Another through the pass-through. Grab it. Thinner, shorter, curved up. Fat purple head. Stroke it firm while mouth works the first. Alternate. Left hand pumps thick one, lips on curved. Right hand teases balls. Like playing instruments. Novice musician, fumbling notes. Awkward angles. Head bumps wall. Sweat beads. Breathe through nose. Focus: rhythm, pressure. They twitch, throb. First guy pulls back, whispers ‘Very good.’ Shock. Thank him? World upside down. Disappointed he didn’t cum. But his words burn hot.
New one slides in. Thick, long, eager. Vibrates in my grip. Spasms make me flinch—gonna cum? No, holds back. Love it. Want its load. But no. Alternate frenzy. Curved guy’s persistent, awkward shape challenges my throat. Power surges. These cocks need me. Frustrated all night, now mine to please. Ignore owners—seen them maybe, no spark. Just sexes. Mine to milk. No erection for me. Pure giving. Concentration blocks my own heat. Idea flashes: ass fucked while sucking. Later.
The Instant: First Cock in My Mouth, Sensations Explode
Curved one nears. Spicy pre-cum hits tongue. Pull out, finish by hand. Hot spurts hit floor. Relief. No swallow. Last one. Fatigue sets in. Jaw aches. Sweat drips. Coordinate hand at base, lips on head. He cums quick, thick ropes on fingers. Wipe on towel. Empty now. Breathe heavy. Legs shaky, stand gripping walls.
Slip out. Corridors dim. Pass men—whose cocks? Don’t care. Shower rush. Proud. Filthy good. Innocence shattered. New hunger awake. Mmm, so good. I’ll be back soon.
