I accidentally ended up sucking the wrong cock

During my freshman year of college, my then-boyfriend shared his fantasy about glory holes, something he’d always wanted to try. I was intrigued and agreed to explore it with him. He initially planned to build one in his apartment, but being broke college students, that idea fell through due to the cost. Instead, he discovered an adult arcade a couple of hours away. I was hesitant about visiting an unfamiliar place, but after some thought, I agreed to give it a try.

We planned a Saturday evening trip and drove to the arcade. To calm my nerves, I insisted we stop at a nearby bar first, where I downed a few shots of Fireball—classic college move—to loosen up. Though the plan was just for me to pleasure him through the glory hole, the unfamiliar setting made me anxious. After feeling sufficiently warmed by the cinnamon whiskey, we parked outside the slightly worn-down arcade. My nerves spiked again, but I walked in with as much confidence as I could muster.

We fumbled our way to a row of booths, slipped inside one, and started kissing while watching adult videos, which got me really aroused. Suddenly, I realized I needed to use the bathroom. It was inconveniently located across the building, down a hallway, and took a while to find. When I returned, I entered what I thought was the booth next to my boyfriend’s. The whiskey was hitting hard, and I was eager to get started. I called out, “I’m ready when you are,” and heard a belt unbuckle next door. Excited, I thought, “This is going to be fun.” Then, a massive cock—way bigger than my boyfriend’s—appeared through the hole. I was stunned. My boyfriend wasn’t small, but this was definitely not him. In my tipsy haze, I briefly wondered if he’d set me up to surprise me, but I called his name and got no response. Still, I couldn’t stop staring at this impressive, semi-erect cock right in front of me. Curiosity got the better of me—how big would it get? My mouth watered. I love that initial thrill of taking a new cock in my mouth. Unable to resist, I went for it, taking as much as I could and savoring the anonymity. It was exhilarating. After a few minutes, it began to throb, and I knew he was close. I grabbed his balls, took him deep, and he groaned, releasing down my throat before muttering “Thank you” and leaving. I was in a daze, incredibly turned on by the experience.

Still reeling, I texted my boyfriend to meet me in the hallway. I admitted I’d gotten lost and then went into the correct booth next to his to fulfill our original plan. He drove home satisfied, unaware that I’d “accidentally” had an encounter with a stranger that night. It remains my naughtiest, most thrilling secret.