She was so blunt and in my horny state I readily agreed but she insisted on getting the bigger one. I didn’t care and when I got closer to mine, I could see the hole was big enough to also see his balls. They were hairy and I took hold of his hard-on as close to them as I could. When we were both ready, we started simultaneously. It was interesting to watch Shay jerk this strange cock with her own technique of fast, tight gripped pumping. I started more with the slow, twisting tugs before increasing my pace. When I jack a guy off, I use my thumb a lot and this was no different. The smacking sounds emanating from our handjobs were rhythmic and took place in unison.
My guy was squirming so I knew he was getting closer and I felt I would win. I started stroking faster anticipating my victory when Shay’s guy let out a moan that could easily be heard through the wall. His cock twitched and shot his first blast about 3 feet, causing us to flinch in surprise. Shay kept beating him off as each spurt traveled less distance as the previous one until that last trail of slime landed on her fingers. My guy took a few extra minutes before he released a load that spewed everywhere but not near as far as Shay’s cock had done.
“I won,” boasted Shay as we headed out the door giggling, looking for a bathroom to wipe off our hands.
As we washed our hands in the bathroom, Shay pleaded, “We cannot tell anyone about this. If Dawson or Victor found out about it, they would kill us.”
I agreed and we left. The problem for me was that evening at the Halloween party and even later at home, I couldn’t get the idea of that place, the glory holes, and what we had done, out of my mind. Just the thought of the nastiness turned me on big time. The sleaziness of the entire situation was what drew me to it. I wanted to go further than just jacking a guy off through the glory hole.
That week at school, it was business as usual. Dawson and I hung out, I studied, I had cheer practice but one thing was different. I still couldn’t get that little room out of my mind. A couple of times, I even masturbated with my freshly purchased vibrator to the thought of sucking someone off through the wall. That Friday after the football game, was when I decided to make my bold move and return. It wasn’t easy to secretly plan a visit without the knowledge of not only my parents but my boyfriend.
The nice thing for me was Dawson worked on the weekends as a manager at the Foot Locker located at our mall. On Saturdays he didn’t get off work until 10pm. I wanted to leave at dark so no one would recognize my Jeep. I made up a story so that Maggie and Shay would not be suspicious. I dressed in black yoga pants and a black hoodie like I was a cat burglar. When I got to the “Power of Love,” I was slightly embarrassed as there were quite a bit of people inside shopping for sex aides. I made my way to the back and slipped inside the door. I greeted Fred and conversed for a moment. I headed back to one of the rooms and got myself inside the door without anyone noticing. This one smelled like stale cum and sweat.