I have a good job that pays very well and has wonderful benefits so I didn’t need another job or the extra money. I’m also young, early thirties and I keep myself in good shape so I can party and keep going for most of the night. However, lately I’ve run into a dry spell so for the most part I’m left to my own devices. And that’s okay, I enjoy my own company and an entertain myself for hours at a time, and I do. One night while walking home from a movie downtown I passed an adult theater. I’ve been in and out of this neighborhood for years and this was the first time I noticed it. I rarely go into those place but there was something about this one that peaked my interest and I went in.
The receptionist was well dressed, pretty and very friendly. We talked for a bit and she said that the prices were higher than most place, but they were a little picky about their customers, they wanted the upper class’s or at the very least the upper middle class. And she casually mentioned that they were looking for a male.
“What for?”
“Have you heard of glory holes?”
“Yeah … but I thought that was wishful thinking on some horny guy’s part.”
“Not at all. We have five of them and could probably use a few more.”
“That’s okay, I can’t imagine working here in the first place.”
She smiled, “you wouldn’t want a few blow jobs a week?”
I laughed, “that’s all I’d be doing? That’s hard to resist. What’s involved?”
“It’s simple. You let me know how many and which nights you want to work and I’ll schedule you in with the rest of the guys. Then you come in, take you place in the booth and wait for your first customer. When she comes in we’ll call from the front and let you know what she wants. Some want a hard cock sticking through the hole, others want it still soft. And that’s about it. You’ll determine how much time you need between clients. And you get fifty bucks cash with each blow job. How’s this sound to you?”
“I could make a couple hundred a night, that’s pretty good change.”
“Yes, I’m sure you could.” I think she was looking at my crotch. That’s fine, I like it when women do that.
“Okay, I’ll let you know.”
I went home and couldn’t stop thinking about this glory hole business. An the more I thought about it the harder my cock got. I did a lot of jerking off that week. The first night was the most fun, I ended up jumping out of my clothes and laying down, spread my legs and started stroking my cock. It wasn’t long before I was pounding away then shooting cum all over myself. Didn’t even think about the numbers of cum strings that wen’t flying, but there seemed to be a lot of them. I loved that because I really loved the taste of my cum and I’d slide my finger along a bunch of the stuff and suck it off. Loved it. Then I’d try to get some sleep but I couldn’t so I’d end up jerking off again. The first night was four times.
A few days later I was in the neighborhood and decided that I’d stop in the sex shop. The same lady was there and to my surprise she remembered me. I was greeted with a big hug which was pretty cool because she had a set of tits worth writing home about.