As I visited the bookstore more and more often, I got pretty accustomed to recognizing when and what style the guy behind the wall used when he climaxed. My wall huggers where the guys who pressed their entire body, arms and even put their cheeks against the wall when they came. Other styles that guys would use cumming through the glory hole were arching their back, causing their cocks to stick out further which would force them deeper in my mouth. There were the guys who would thrust back and forth which almost simulated screwing to help them blow their load out, and finally there were the guys who would go week at the knees which would pull their cock away from me as they sank. I would have to grab and hold on tight to it and make sure that didn’t happen.
The monster black cock was followed by a smaller black one. It was also uncircumcised and thick but not near as long as the previous one. I sucked and jerked it while occasionally dipping down to lick his balls. This cock had a real tight, gristle head that I would focus on as I jacked. Using the thick foreskin as my jerking aid, in no time, I faintly heard him through the wall announce, “I’m gonna nut,” just before he blasted off into my locked on mouth. It only took about 5 minutes before he coated my tongue. I swallowed it and anticipated the next one while I tried to rest my jaw and lips.
It was nice that the next couple of cocks were smaller and easy to suck. It was easier to focus on my own clit and get myself off a couple of times when they unloaded. I was so horny. Just being totally naked and slutty, on my knees in this booth swallowing anonymous loads of sperm was so fulfilling to my lustful desires. I would use more tongue on one then use my candy cane stroke on the next. I kept mixing up my techniques just to make them shoot. Probably on about the 15th dick, is when I first saw what would later be known as the “white whale.”
At that time, in Mrs. Swanson’s literature class, we happen to be reading Moby Dick and that is exactly what this was. It was massive and a very pale white with red pubic hair. I also named it because that was the first of what would be several times I would hook up with it as that guy was a frequent visitor to the bookstore. I ended up sucking it off probably a half a dozen times. By the time I got it completely hard, it looked to be about a foot long and as big around as my wrist. It had two huge protruding veins running along the top and right side. It was stubborn but with me using both hands, I finally got it to feed me a large load of protein.
By the time I had finished in the glory hole booth, my phone had been blown up with texts. Dawson wanted to know where I was and so did a couple of other friends. When I arrived at bookstore, I had a two hour window, and I had been there 3 hours and 19 minutes. I was a mess and it would take extra time to get cleaned up and dressed. My hair was a wreck with strands stuck to my forehead from sweating, my knees were red with floor burns, I had cum and saliva stuck to the bottom of my bare feet with the goo squishing between my toes not to mention the wet slime on my boobs and forearms. My jaws and wrists were so tired while my lips were completely numb. Sucking dick for three hours had taken its toll.