Tracey Parker is an urban explorer, based in Mexico City, who discovers and presents unique gay cultures around the world. This time, he takes us to a well-known bookshop and sex theatre in Maryland, Lovecraft, where men come to play and cruise.
After my company had moved me to a different office location, I discovered that there were actually a handful of adult sex arcades with gay cruising close by.
All of them were located up and down Route 1, a sleazy, sprawling highway that ran all the way up the entire east coast of the United States. Tucked between restaurants, car dealerships, motels, and every other type of business you could think of was a strip mall, and tucked into the middle of the strip mall was Lovecraft.
I drove by curiously for months, always wanting to go in, but with me and cruising, it never happens casually like that.
Whatever it was, it hit me one day during my lunch break. I had already devoured something, and I was about to head back to the office. The idea of going to Lovecraft popped into my head, and I tried to ignore it. I actually drove all the way back to the office and was headed back to my desk before I realized that the idea to go was actually an obsession, and it wasn’t letting go of me.
The drive over there took a little less than 20 minutes, and I was crawling out of my body. My body was full of sexual excitement and tension, plus I was noticeably nervous about the amount of time I’d now be gone from the office. Nothing about this was going to be ideal, but the truth was that I really didn’t have a choice.
When I got to the parking lot, I quickly parked my car and walked right inside. I saw a large
number of No Loitering signs posted everywhere. I saw the signs and realized that going in a hurry may be the most efficient, if not the most comfortable, way to do it.
Inside, there was a wicked queen at the counter. His attitude filled the entire sex shop. He sold me a handful of tokens, and I carried them through a door to the video arcade located behind the XXX store in front.
The space was buzzing. There were some obvious office workers in office pants like I was wearing, as well as some blue-collar guys, but most were dressed in nondescript clothes that revealed nothing about the person wearing them. Only the location showed that they, like me, were horny and looking to unbutton or remove some clothes for some obvious fun.
You could hear a chorus of tokens being inserted into the video machines inside the half dozen booths. Some were side by side with glory holes in between them, and others stood alone.
I was hoping not to find anything and immediately decide to leave, as that would have been the quickest way back to my office desk, where people were probably beginning to wonder where I was.
After conducting an initial scan of the palace and gaining a general understanding of the layout, I began to stand on the wall with a view of the front door so I could see if anyone new came in.
Then my eyes suddenly focused on a young man who was already here, with long, curly black hair, swiftly moving from one video booth to another.
I briskly walked after him, but the door to his booth was securely locked. I immediately ran around to the other booth and found it open and empty. I dove in, closed the door behind me and locked it behind me.
His cock was already sticking out of the glory hole. It was rock-hard, curved upwards, and was pointing right at me. It was extraordinary. It was perfectly shaped, veiny, and there were even black hairs that stuck out from the glory hole. I got down on my knees and put the large pink tip into my mouth, eager to take it all in.
In a rush, I tried to take the entire thing into my throat, but it was just too big to work with. I tried sucking on it, but I couldn’t figure out what to do with it. I grabbed the base with both hands and tried sucking just on the top. It smelled like dirty underwear, and the smell made my own pecker bolt up, my cock trying to release itself from beneath my work slacks.
And then it disappeared through the hole. I stuck my hand inside the hole and reached around, grabbing the air on the other side. Then I heard the sound of tokens falling into the machine, followed by a series of different screams as he clicked through the dozen or so channels of porn flicks.
I followed his lead and put all 5 of my coins into the machine. A gay Latino movie appeared on the screen, and two young twinky men were sucking each other off. Their cocks looked just like the one that had just disappeared through the hole.
I looked back down at the glory hole and was thrilled to see that gorgeous dick was back. With the porn, I almost hadn’t even noticed. This time it was tightly wrapped in a condom.
I reached down to grab it, and right away I felt that it was covered in lube. Without thinking, I unbuckled my belt with my other hand and felt the cold air touch my legs as my baggy work pants fell to my ankles.
With both of my thumbs, I guided the elastic strap of my underwear down past my upper leg muscles until they fell by themselves. I stepped out of my clothes without taking off my shoes, picked up my clothes and put them down on a little stool in the corner of the booth.
In the small cube, I placed my hands on either side of the TV screen and lowered myself down until I felt the slippery rubber penis on my hole. I took a deep breath and began to lower myself onto it.
Usually, I’m very nervous when I’m about to get fucked anonymously. But I was beginning to realize how much control this glory hole gave me as the bottom; the anonymous hookup male on the other side already completely stuck himself in and couldn’t go any further.
Once I realized this, my hole opened up in relief, and I fell back onto the top of his cock. It was like a rock; he hadn’t moved at all. I moaned in pleasure, but nobody could hear me over the porn videos. I took another breath and sat down on it again; this time, I felt the back wall of the booth hit my ass cheeks.
Then I felt him begin to pull out before he pushed himself back in. He wasn’t fucking me as much as just moving around. But I could tell he was loving my hole. I stared at the men in the movie fucking on the television screen and imagined one of them on the other side of the wall.
The feeling of this thick cock fumbling around inside of me was too much to bear. I was moaning and grabbing the walls of the booth. My hands slid across the sides because there was nothing to hold on to.
I balanced myself with one hand and jerked myself off with the other; I was close, and before I knew it, I came hard and fast all over the plastic that stood in front of the television screen.
I moaned, my body thrashing against the inside of the booth, and pulled myself off the anonymous dick off the other side. I stood up, and cum was still dripping off my cock, and my hole was gaping.
I turned around and saw that the hole was empty again, with light coming through it. I peeked through and saw that the other booth was empty and the door was open. Both movies had stopped playing. It was relatively quiet. I could feel the other men buzzing by outside the booths.
I put my pants back on and hurriedly left, heading to my car. On my way out, the old queen screamed out to me.
“If you don’t clean up after yourself, you’ll be banned!”
He wasn’t going to like what he found, but I wasn’t really worried about him being mad at me as much as I was concerned about my boss and the other people I worked with.
The few times I returned to Love Craft, I went on my own terms, instead of being pulled in by an uncontrollable lust. Each time revealed its own fun, but you never forget your first time at a new venue and that first gloryhole.
When I returned to the office, there was nobody around my desk, and no one had seen me come in. I sat down in my cubicle, feeling my tender hole, ravaged less than an hour ago. I pondered what had just happened, feeling a sense of disbelief, as I responded to some new emails that had arrived in my inbox while I was away.
