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JEREMIAH
‘I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be doing this.’
The five words play on an infinite loop in my head just as they always do as I’m driving to the familiar rest stop, just over two hours from my home. Maybe driving so far just to visit a glory hole is insanity, but then again what I’m doing is sheer insanity, so I suppose there’s no sense in dwelling on it.
After all, I can’t risk getting caught visiting a truck stop glory hole. Who can? As a highly respected attorney in Sugar, Texas, everyone knows who I am and believes me to be an upstanding citizen. Even worse, I’m currently running for Mayor of Sugar so it would pretty much be political suicide if my personal vice got out. Imagine the field day my opponents would have:
Jeremiah Cooke, Bathroom Pervert!
Jeremiah Cooke’s Glory (Hole) Days are Past
Is Our Prospective Mayor Gay?
I don’t care if they think I’m gay, but I don’t want to be seen as a sex criminal that molests little children. Of course, kids aren’t even part of it, but you know how the media works. They’ll seize something and then paint it with false facts because the truth doesn’t matter much these days. If it ever did.
But glory holes are my secret vice, and sometimes, it’s damn near like a fever. I can’t control it. The need burns hot in my veins, and before I realize it, I’m driving to a glory hole three hours away, my foot on the pedal. Even more, I’ve done this multiple times now, and the release is so incredible that I can’t stop.
I know it’s a stupid risk to take. It’s dangerous for my health, sanity, and reputation for a myriad of reasons. I swear I’ve tried to quit so many times, especially back when I first decided to run for mayor, but I just can’t. In fact, it’s a fucking compulsion and the anticipation takes over my brain sometimes. Sticking my cock through a hole and having a woman’s mouth wrapped around it immediately after. Goddamn. There is nothing better than getting a wet, sloppy, and just plain filthy blowjob from a woman that I don’t even know.
‘You should not be doing this. You belong in an insane asylum,’ my conscience warns even as I pull into the familiar parking lot. But I shake the angel off my shoulder and unbuckle my seatbelt before opening the car door. There’s another, much louder voice that sounds like a devil telling me just how good I’m going to feel in a few minutes when I walk into that stall, pull my cock out of my pants, and stick it through that hole.
Fuck. I’m as hard as a brick already. I look around quickly, making sure that nothing is amiss and fortunately, it’s the same cinder block rest stop with a diner, some showers, and some tumbleweed drifting by. There’s nothing going on, and I stroll casually to the men’s restroom. Hopefully, I look like a dude who needs to take a leak, and not someone who’s about to engage in the unspoken.
The restroom is silent when I enter, but as the door swings shut, I see it then. Right under the second stall to the left is a cute pair of women’s sneakers and I grin. Fuck. They’re white with cherries on them, and my libido roars even louder, making my fingers tremble as I open the stall next to her.
We don’t talk because that would be strange. Instead, I quickly unzip my pants and push my cock through the hole in the metal divider. Nothing happens for a few moments, and then I hear a quiet gasp and what sounds like a little moan before a wet tongue is lapping at the bead of come already collecting in my slit.
Oh shit, this feels good. Hot rushes of pleasure surge towards my groin and I groan, throwing my head back as I grow even harder. I can feel the tension evaporating from my body as the woman gives the head of my cock several kitten licks before wrapping her lips around it and sucking.
“Mmm,” she mewls from the other side. “Yum yum.”
Oh shit, she’s a vocal one! Some girls are totally silent the entire time, letting their lips and teeth do the talking. But it seems that this one has a bit of a mouth on her, and I like it. She pulls off with a wet slurp, and then giggles on the other side before fastening her lips around me again.
“Ummmh,” she sighs with pleasure. “Oh my.”
At this point, my head already feels like it’s going to pop off, and yet we just started. But somehow, this woman is doing every single thing that I love. She slowly takes more of me between her lips, inch by inch, her teeth just barely scraping my skin as I cram her sweet mouth full. The feeling drives me crazy, and my body moves without my permission, my hips bucking until I can feel the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat.