They put this wall up to keep people from cutting through the alley, but then somebody cut a hole through the wall.
#Pros #CFNM
I knew it’s called a “Glory Hole,” because I looked it up on the internet. Just a simple search for [Gay men stick there dicks in hole in the wall…] Or something like that, but way before then, I started thinking of it as a man-hole.
I never said it out loud to anyone, because I didn’t want them to get busted for doing it. I was afraid if the word got out, if I even told my friends, then the worst that could happen wouldn’t even be the police showing up to arrest them for sex crimes. It would be gay bashers showing up, looking for men to beat up, and prove how #NoHomo they are.
So, I basically had the best spot to watch the action, from the roof. Next to our building, it was only 1 story, or 1 and a half for a shop they had there. I could climb down the fire escape we had on our building, it used to go all the way to the ground, until they built the shop over the old parking lot.
Irregardless, there was just this one boy back there. The first time I caught him in the act, we’re still locked up so we couldn’t go out, and the store was closed. I got sick of my family, and my brother got in a fight with dad. There was a lot of yelling, and I climbed out for some fresh air. Peace, and quiet, but it was pretty easy to get over to the fire escape from the ledge.
So, I could climb down, but more importantly, I could climb back up. It was just 10′ or so down to the roof, but my brother and me played out there when we couldn’t go anywhere else. I heard the boards rattle real loudly, and looked over to see what was going on. Of course, the gay boy was bent over, so this bear guy could fuck him through the hole.
I had to look that up too, I found Dancingbear, which is what the call a stripper for a bunch of women, but straight ones. Like my mom, I guess. CFNM with one man dancing, and taking off his clothes to wave his boner around, and let the ladies play with it. I wonder if my mom ever went to parties like that, but I was too scared to ask her.
Gaybears are more like that Jamie guy from Mythbusters? He didn’t have the beret, but other than that. He looked like him, and he was wearing a rubber until he pulled out on the other side of the wall. Took the rubber off, and stuck it back through to blow his wad all over the gay boy’s back and butt. Then, the bear got in his car to drive off, while the twink wiped up his back, and went in through the store.
It was closed, but I didn’t know what to do with myself. I just sat there on the chair we had set up in the corner. Blushing madly, and remembering what I saw, but I wasn’t about to play with myself right out there were I could get caught. My mom said “It’s over, so you can come back up,” out the window. I climbed up the fire escape, and went to bed.
I was exhausted, and my mind was full of all kinds of stuff. I couldn’t understand until I got a chance to look them up on the computer. When I got to use it in the first place, which wasn’t often. I sure didn’t have the whole apartment to myself, until mom, and dad went back to work, my brother got a job to help out, but from my window I could see down the other alley.
There’s 2 of them, a long one that goes all the way through the block, and a shorter one beside the new store. The closed store, but the back door from that was across the roof-top, so they boarded it up with a little space to get in and out. After school ended, I had a lot more time to spend on the computer, but it didn’t take long for him to get a regular schedule.
The whore boy, oh yeah. I forgot to mention that the first time I caught him turning tricks, I missed the part where the bear stuck money through the hole, but he wasn’t just dancing for tips. Oh, no. He was doing it for money at least a blow job, but sometimes they paid enough for him to bend over.
I liked the blowjobs better, because I could see what was going on, instead of his butt bumping the plywood, and the man up against it on the other side. They wore masks, even after you didn’t have to any more, so nobody would know there gay. That’s why they do it in places like that, and gas station restrooms. Parking lots, and parks where they had bushes they could bend over behind.
I guess since that was the first thing I really learned to finger off to, I got this thing for gay guys. Not just bisexual neither, but that’s okay if they want a naked lady to join them. I called my friends, of course. We still had the Zoom set up from school, so we could talk about lady’s room stuff, but nothing lezzy. I don’t know if any of them are gay, bi-curious, or what.
It’s not the same for boys, and girls, but in middle school. We mostly talked about Boy/Girl relationships, and dating. Kissing, where they go out, and the foreplay stuff they can get away with. Of course sex too, but it wasn’t like we talked about that all the time, or went straight to it like boys do. Most boys, my brother talked to on Zoom, or when he could have them over to hang out. Nothing gay there, but they said “Gay,” and “Fag” only joking.
Just so you know, I’m not gay. Why, are you gay, fag? It’s really immature, even though he’s older, and he should’ve outgrown that middle-school stuff years ago. The lockdown set him back too, so they mostly brainstormed ideas to have sex, with girls of course. College girls mostly, so how to get fake IDs to go in the singles bars to get shot down. His friends turned into whiny incels, so even if they did want to do me, I wouldn’t let them. Only to turn around, and tell my brother I’m a slut.
None of them tried to molest, or rape me, let alone gang rape me all together, neither. Even better if they were gay, so I could watch them do it on the couch in the living room from the fire escape. No such luck, but I sure thought about that a lot. During the week, because the man-hole didn’t really get hot until the weekend. Then, my brother went and ruined it, by getting a girlfriend.
That was okay, I was happy for him losing his virginity, and even breaking up with his incel friends to hang out with her. The problem is, he told her about the man-hole (I didn’t even think he knew about, but of course he did. He lived there too.) The problem is, he set up the table in the corner, and took food out there to date, and then get horny watching the hustler work the manhole to get her good and horny.
So, she bent over the wall to fuck, and that was okay. I got to watch my brother having sex, and even beat off on her face when she turned around. It was just like a porno movie, except for people I knew. My brother, meh? He’s my brother, even though he’s a young man, I can’t look past that. It’s like our dad’s dick, yeah we know he has a dick, and he even had sex with mom, but I don’t want to go there.
She wiped her face off, before she climbed back up the fire escape, and my brother cleaned up the takeout while she went to get a shower. The problem was, she didn’t keep her voice down, so it was pretty hot to hear her moan. ‘ah ah ah!’ Echo off the building across the alley but that scared off the hustler, so he didn’t come back the next week. Neither friday night, nor the next saturday, but he didn’t tell the men that.
They kept showing up, to knock on the boards, and even hold their hands up. “Pst, where are you?” This one man stuck a bill through to wave it like a fag flag, and by the time I went all the way around the building, he left. I had to climb up the fire escape, go through the apartment, down the stairs and out the front. Around the corner, and down the alley to the little porch they had back there.
For loading furniture on trucks, it’s a furniture store, BTW. The porch was solid concrete, with steps on the other side, and blocked half the alley. So, you couldn’t see the manhole unless you knew where to look for it, but I sat down on the steps, to get back in the mood. Just imagining the next guy showing up, looking for the gay boy, and not even bothering to look through the peep hole.
Just unzipping his pants, and sticking it out, where I can see it. Get down, and pick it up, suck it till it gets hard. Sometimes it’s hard before they even get it out of there pants, and others he has to get them up, but I preferred that, because it takes longer. No way of knowing how long it takes, but on average, it isn’t every other hour even on a good night.
So, I put my hand up, and held my breath. To shiver, and shake on the loading dock, without making a sound. I lost count how many times I got off, just for being there. The same place where I’d seen so much sex, where I really discovered sex, and gay sex for money. That cute guy, who was way out of reach. Not just because I was 10′ away, and he had no idea he existed.
Not just because he was older. I never got a chance to meet him, or got the guts to come down and talk to him, but the main thing is being gay, and me being a girl, of course. “Phf, snh!” I let my mouth go, so I could breathe in through my mouth, and slip my fingers out. “Huh!” Panting, but when I dried my fingers off again, and started fixing my pants up, I finally heard quiet grunts, and gasps through the hole.
“Huh!” I held my breath, and snuck back down the steps. Afraid I’d scare him off, but all I could see was his shirt at first. A black shirt, but it shook, in time with his fapping. So, I had to look down to see his thumb, and fingertips, run up and down his hardon. “You want a blowjob?”
I tried to sound tough, make my voice sound deep and manly, but he stopped, and pulled his shirt up. “Huh, yeah. Show me your tits.”
“Oh, yeah.” That didn’t full him, because of course he started beating off, watching me finger myself through the peep-hole. So, I pulled up my top, and shook my bra in front of the hole.
“Take your bra off.”
“Stick your dick out.” I pulled it up, and giggled, excited just to touch my first real live boner. Then, I rubbed the rubber on my nipple, and I’m glad he through to put one on. Either he likes barebacking gay whore boys in dark alleys, and I’d really rather not worry about what he picked up sucking him un-protected, or he’s into safe sex, and maybe even latex fetish?
“Oom, hm!” I just smiled, until he muttered something about sucking it. So I gripped it lower, to stick the warm rubbery head even deeper in my mouth, and suck more of it.
“Yeah, suck it.” He got louder, and even louder, “Suck that cock you hot little whore.”
I spit it out, and let go, so it stuck up, and almost hit the plywood before it stopped on the tape around it. I laughed, and joked. “I’m a slut, ihninhn!” I can’t believe I even said that out loud, and ment it, because I was finally doing it with a real live stranger.
“Oh right,” he pulled it back in, and I leaned over to watch him fish out some money from his pants. He held it up in front of the hole to show me. “You got change for a hundred?”
“OH! No.” My eyes went almost as wide as my mouth, but this was a big part of my sexuality by now. It’s not the dirty talk, like calling me a slut or whore. The difference is giving it away, or charging money, but a hundred dollar blowjob? I don’t know if I can even give a hundred dollar blow-job, but most girls can’t say that.
“Huh, well you know what a blowjob is worth?” I shook my head, but he couldn’t see me, with Benjamin Franklin covering up the hole. “$20 bucks.”
“$80.00” I was just excited to talk about sex for money, I was satisfied. So satisfied from diddling off that I just kept at it to kill time until a man showed up for real.
“Well, all right. It’s usually $50.00, but that’s a moot point if you don’t have change to break a hundred. That’s how much it costs to fuck you.”
“Okay, deal.” I knew that, or at least I had some idea from listening to the gay fags work out a price, but that ment I had a $100.00 pussy, and I would have let him fuck my ass for another bill. That makes me a $200.00 piece of ass, and I never had so much money in my whole life. I was wet, and him too, so it was no problem dropping my pants to bend over, and squat a little so my butt was up against the smooth plywood.
I didn’t have to worry about splinters at all, because that twink already thought of everything. So, I laughed holding it up, and scooting it out carefully. Not careful enough, so it slipped up, and wiped my ass with the tip, before I leaned back, and bunned his hotdog.
“Don’t tease me.”
“Uh, I never did this before, huh?”
“NGH!” He choked off a grunt, and before I knew what was happening, he was pumping the rubber full of cum.
“Shoot!” I had to turn around, and stretch the rubber out to pull it out quick before he finished, but I did get the last couple spurts on my face. “Huh!” I licked my lips, lucky he missed, and took a deep breath through my nose. Smelled the tangy fresh jizz until he got done zipping up his pants.
“You’re a virgin?”
“Yeah, that should cost extra.”
“Huh, look.” He got down to peek through the hole again, so I pulled my mask back up. Leftover masks, we didn’t have to wear them any more, but for this. You don’t want anyone hanging around until they see you on the street, and recognize you. “I’m not a pedophile.”
“I know, I’m not as young as I look.” I lied, honestly, I think I look even a little older. “I’m not a child.”
“Well, how old are you?”
“Well, would you believe sixteen?”
“Yeah,” he got up, and left. I felt flattered that he could think I was that old, and a virgin, but I guess he wanted to believe it, too. I watched him get in his car to drive off, he even backed in so I could see his license plate, but I went back out. Down the alley, all the way around the block, up the stairs, and down the hall to let myself in the apartment. I had hoped for more, but my first trick, I had a lot to think about.
I had finally done it, and I had $100.00 to show for it, but that part at the end. When he told me that he’s not a pedophile? Okay, I heard that same excuse only it was “I’m not gay,” and the twink even talked to them, before they got down to the hot sex action.
Sometimes you have to do that, and I always thought he should charge extra to play therapist for bisexual men, cheating on their wives with back alley whore boys. Then, my brother knocked quietly on the door, and whispered ‘can we talk?’
“Yeah,” I let him in, and honestly, it was just nice to have someone. Anybody to talk about this stuff, I didn’t dare even admit to my friends. Of course my brother knew about it, right away. I wasn’t home when they got off work, so he went out to check the roof first thing. Then, he saw me on the loading down, and went back for his airgun.
Good thinking, to cover me, even though it was just a pellet gun. If you didn’t see him pump the handle to load it, you wouldn’t know that, so he thought he could threaten anyone that cut through the alley and caught me there. The long alley, that went right through the block, right past the loading dock, where they could catch me in the act, and if I didn’t get away, they could grab me.
Pull my pants down, and rape me, which I also thought about a lot, but I knew rationally that I didn’t really want it that rough, especially the first time. He didn’t even bother with the “I’m not gay,” but he told his girlfriend about it, and she was into it. I felt a lot safer knowing somebody was watching over me, even if it was my brother, and just a pellet gun.
“I don’t know, you know guys say stuff like that.”
“Or there not gay if it’s a boy whore.”
“Exactly, because there ashamed of their sexual urges, if they’re anywhere outside of what’s considered straight, or normal.”
“Or legal, but it’s not like underage prostitution even means anything. Underage porn is one thing, because you have to be 18 to do it, but it’s not as if it’s legal no matter how old you are.”
“Unless you live in Nevada, or Amsterdam.”
“Oh, it’s legal there?”
“Yeah, a couple other places like Prague.”
“Oh, that’s why there’s so many Czech hookups on the internet.”
“Yeah, you like those, series?”
“I guess, it’s kinda like back alley hooking, only they go out on the street with a camera crew to offer girls money for sex.” The subtitles bother me because there really badly translated, but. “You mind if I ask you something?”
“Shoot,” I had a lot more questions than he had answers, but he couldn’t tell me why the cameraman never got a piece of the action. I guess he got a cut of the money for the porno, and that’s what he’s there to do, but how can he even keep it in his pants? For me, it’s just disappointing, because that would be at least a 3some, and probably more money for her, too.
He agreed that he was just saying that, he’s not a pedophile, and he believed that I was ever 16 because he blew it before he even got it in either fuck hole when he heard I was a virgin. Well, technically, I never actually did it with a man, or even a boy my age, all the way. I barely got half a blowjob, and the end of a cumshot, but I was this close, and I cheated him out of getting what he payed for, but kept the money.
“As long as you’re safe,” he finally got up, and went to bed, so I could lay down, and fall asleep too, but I felt so much better about all of it. “Safe,” being a relative word, when we’re talking about turning tricks in the alley, before I turned 13, technically. He could get rubbers from his girlfriend, because she was 18, and had sex toys too. I got to talk to her about it, well. Not taking over for the whore boy after she scared him off, or being a whore so young, but mostly her getting into porn.
I mean the industry, for at least 3 years. Amateur, for free practice on the internet, mostly. A couple more years before she turns 21, and starts work at the titty bars. The local laws are weird here, when it comes to stuff like that, but I’m not a lawyer. I’m just interested in the law insofar as it applies to what you can get away with, and what the charges are for if you get caught. For instance prostitution, public sex acts, underage performance of a sexual nature (For instance getting hired at a topless bar with a fake ID) and of course statutory rape.
The men don’t want to get caught any more then we do, because the penalties are much worse for them. For instance even after they get out of prison, they got parole, and have to register as sex offenders. While girls like me only spend a night or 2 in jail until we get to talk to a magistrate, usually “Time served” for a first offense, and mandatory therapy for sex abuse.
That’s what I’m talking about, I guess we’re lucky in a way that it’s just assumed we’re victims. The men are sex offenders, always and no exceptions, because there’s no way young girls would want to have sex for money, or enjoy it beyond the money we can make at it. So, we get a slap on the wrist, while the men get registered, and convicted felons, so it’s hard to get work.
That makes it a little safer (Then it feels. Honestly, the risk of getting caught is a big part of it for me) because you know he’ll keep the secret no matter what. While a regular drug dealer (They’re sex addicts, too. It’s also kinda like gambling addiction for me.) Has to worry about their customers getting popped for possession, and pleading out for snitching on there dealers.
Of course, my brother really got off on playing pimp, and even bought a real gun off a drug dealer. So he could protect his girlfriends better, when they started turning tricks, too. I guess the money would be better if we had real strip clubs, instead of just bars with topless cocktail waitresses, and stupid panties on laws. You couldn’t even take it all off, or stick the tips in there underwear at all.
That’s what you get for living in a blue state, where the laws were mostly written by Mormons, but more money for us. If you make it that illegal, then illegal whores get all the money, just like Colorado making so much money off of taxing legal weed. Of course, as per usual the men make even more. No gay bars neither, just oral sex is illegal, even if you’re a girl. Let alone “Sodomy,” it still says Sodomy in the law books, like it’s the bible, or something. (The book of Morons.)
Oh well, it gives us something to save up for: A ticket out of here, and enough money to afford living in a place like Reno, until we start really making money…
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