My Accidental Glory Hole Night

When I was in college, my boyfriend at the time admitted he had a glory hole fantasy he’d always wanted to try. I told him I was open to it. At first, he talked about building one in his apartment for us to use, but reality hit fast—college budgets aren’t exactly generous. So instead, he found an adult arcade a few hours away that had private booths.

The idea made me nervous. I had no clue what to expect, but after a few weeks of talking about it, I agreed we’d go and live out the fantasy.

We drove there one Saturday night. Before going in, I insisted we stop at a nearby bar so I could take a few Fireball shots to calm my nerves. Even though the plan was for me to only use my mouth on him through the hole, the unfamiliar setting had me on edge. Once my mouth tasted like cinnamon and my buzz kicked in, we headed to the slightly sketchy-looking arcade.

Inside, we wandered around awkwardly until we found a row of booths. We stepped into one together, started making out, and watched porn. I was already turned on when I suddenly realized I really had to pee. I told him I’d run to the bathroom and come back to use the booth next to his.

The bathroom, of course, was way on the other side of the building. By the time I found it and made my way back, the alcohol was hitting hard and I was eager to get started. I climbed into what I thought was the booth next to his, called out that I was ready, and heard a belt being undone on the other side.

Then a cock came through the hole—and it was huge. Way bigger than my boyfriend’s. My brain lagged for a moment, trying to make sense of it. I even said my boyfriend’s name, but there was no response. I just sat there staring at this thick, impressive dick inches from my face.

I couldn’t stop myself. I love that first moment of taking a new cock into my mouth—it’s intoxicating. I wrapped my lips around it and started sucking, not knowing who it belonged to. The anonymity made it even hotter. Before long, I felt it pulse, grabbed his balls, and took him as deep as I could. He came down my throat, moaned a quick thank you, and disappeared.

I was shaking with arousal. Still foggy, I texted my boyfriend to meet me so I could find the right booth. When we ran into each other in the hallway, I blamed getting lost. Then I went into the correct booth and sucked him off too.

He drove us home completely satisfied. I never told him that earlier that night, I’d accidentally serviced a stranger.

It’s still the dirtiest secret I’ve ever kept.