I grew up in a quiet backwoods kind of hell. Middle of conservative America where a mullet is a career choice as well as a hair style. But that didn’t cease the cravings I got for dick. Just something about it that made me crave it so much on the down low.
Being the older brother I was always being observed so I had double the problems. Add to that my old man was one of the city cops and you could throw my life in a blender for as much as I could do with it.
However, where there is a will, I found a way. Just a month before graduation I discovered some of the fag sites, as dad would call them with his buddies, and I began to tentatively explore them. At a park across town it had become virtually abandoned so it was sex central after dark. I discovered this to my delight. By my third time exploring the place, I stumbled into a restroom to piss but learned all about glory holes.
The guys I met there were a bit older, mostly in their thirties and forties but they were all interested in allowing a teenage guy taste their dongs. And they were so appreciative of my efforts they made sure to deposit a healthy load of cum in return.
It didn’t take long for me to start a regular weekly evening exercise routine. I would pedal out there on my bike and spend an hour or so manning my claimed booth in the bathroom. Wasn’t a night I didn’t get to suck at least two or three dicks before pedaling back home.
I was truly grateful as the guys taught me how to pleasure a man while making me feel whole as a gay man. And I was becoming good at it, too. I was quickly going from two or three per trip to groups of men waiting for me to arrive. This notoriety was a bad thing as I had learned from dad. If there were guys coming in for my services, that mean the cops would be focusing on the place too.
So a week after graduating, I moved on to new grounds. Had to find another glory hole that wasn’t so popular. A week into my hunt, I found another at a gas station. I saw a guy I had blown a couple times at the park and he told me about it. His cousin ran the station and it was far enough off the beaten path that there would still be guys stopping but not enough to interrupt my oral service.
Sure enough, I found the place and the guy on duty looked me over before telling me that his cousin mentioned I’d be stopping by. He says you’re fucking good. Before I agree to allowing this I’m going to have to try you out. Then he unzipped behind the register and pointed to his hardening member. I knelt as I removed his member from his fly and then sucked out a three day load from a very healthy rod.
He fucked my face for a bit before sinking deep in my mouth pushing my nose into crotch. He told me to look up at him. As I did, he grunted as he shot off down my throat. I swallowed it all. It was a salty sweet nectar that reminded me of the scent of a pocket full of warm change. He smiled as he rubbed my head and told me the bathroom is on the side of the building. Then he told me he had a camera in there so he’d be watching me blow the guests.
I was excited but I felt I had found a safer location. A couple times later I didn’t even have to worry about explaining where I was going. School was out and as long as neither me nor my younger brother Sam weren’t in any trouble, our folks just let us be.
A month into my nightly suck-a-thon, I noticed that there were more guys coming in for head. And judging by the sneakers and shorts, the crowd was definitely getting younger. No wonder the owner had a camera in here.
As I was finishing up another successful suck session, I popped inside the station to see Mack, the owner. I was hoping I could talk him out of a cold coke or maybe work it off in trade. Instead what I found waiting in there shook me to the bone. Mack was there behind the counter but he was talking to my brother, Sam.
Sam looked at me and greeted me by calling me cocksucker. I stammered but he just waved a hand and said to can it. You already swallowed a load from me tonight. I was just here talking to Mack who was telling me about this amazing fag he had sucking dick in the restroom. It’s been an amazing draw for business. I stopped to get some gas and maybe something to drink when he suggested I visit his house cocksucker. Gotta say, brother, you definitely have some skills!
When I came I asked how much he was paying you and he laughed and told me nothing! Nothing! You are a dumbass, big bro!
When I asked what kind of ugly fag he had back there he said that you were rather nicely built, actually. Then he showed me the feed from the camera. I was speechless as I watched you blow another guy from school. I knew he had a nice hang and damned if you didn’t inhale him all the way down. So I think we need to talk.
You see, this is convenient but not at all safe. And if someone should happen to tip off the police department that this is going on, well, do you want to see dad’s face as he arrests you? I think we can find a much more secure location for you to work your magic. And I’ve got connections where your skills will be amply rewarded. I’d say at least thirty bucks for a face fucking, twenty if they prefer the glory hole.
You had that ass opened yet? No? That’s what I figured. I’m amazed that you actually felt another guys dick, let alone sucked it. You’re such a wall flower. I mean, sure I figured you were gay. But hidden away in the closet kind of gay. I need to call a few guys and see what I can do here. You do agree that you need to be represented by me, right, or would you rather suffer the indignity of a police raid? That’s what I thought. We’ll talk when we get home. Why don’t you give your former employee a farewell hummer while I grab a coke from the cooler?
I looked at Mack and knelt down behind the counter, just like I did that first time I met him. Took about five minutes but his load was just as sweet as I remembered it. He ruffled my hair and told me to be careful before Sam gave me and my bike a ride home in his Mazda that he and dad worked on together.
As we lay in our beds he talked on the phone to guys who sounded extremely shady. Midway through his calls he told me he needed my mouth to help him destress things out. He thought better with empty balls. As I knelt on his bed taking his cock, I remembered sucking him off at Mack’s station. At the time he was just another guy with a hard cock. Now he was so much more. This cock belonged to my younger brother and he was going to be pimping my mouth through a hole of his design. And I was going to do it because the only thing I feared now was dad finding out that I had been breaking laws while he was working.
I held the meaty shaft of my brother while sliding my mouth up and down its amazing girth. I kissed the shaft as well the bouncy balls all while Sam was dickering about a back room his friend wasn’t using. I found my tongue was drifting further along the balls until it drifted into his crack. I immediately felt Sam clench his cheeks around my face as he told someone he’d call him back.
I felt Sam grab my head and push me face first into ass crack. I heard one word from him. Lick.
I stuck my tongue out and made contact with his lightly hairy valley and he moaned. I did it again as he squirmed in his bed and I felt his hardon slide across my hairline. I found a trigger area and I wasn’t going to let up until Sam shot. I tongued his crack front to back and then gave the back side of his balls a thorough licking. He moaned as my tongue explored areas it had never tasted before. And I liked it.
He rolled up his legs and shoved his crack into my exploring face. I licked all around his hole and as I swiped across the rosebud, he actually moaned liked a girl. It wasn’t bad so I did it again and elicited a similar response. As I began to tongue punch his hole, I reached up and grabbed the shaft that was hard as a rail. I began a slow hand job to synch with the tongue fucking I was giving him and in less than a minute, I had cum coating my hand and forehead as Sam sprayed straight up into the air.
He sighed as he deflated into a puddle of spent manliness. His eyes were still sparkling as he picked his phone back up and called his buddy back. He decided that he wanted a room with a well built glory hole in half of it and behind the wall a bed where the guy could fuck a face with his cock or ass. This fag is incredible!
We charge $20 for glory hole, but $50 if he wants to fuck the queer’s mouth without the wall in between. You get twenty percent for providing the facility, and we get the rest for rental fees and cleaning costs. He’s young so I think he should be able to handle five nights a week. Any questions? No we will not be recording. Only the security feed to ensure our safety, but it being in the back room of your bar ought to ensure the safety for the operation.
And that is how I began earning money for my younger brother. He was a junior in school and already on his way to becoming a big time entrepreneur.
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