8th Ave

the musk assaults my nose as I pass beaded doors
sounds all seem muffled as men tiptoe and shift on the balls of their feet
I change a twenty and float down the orange corridor
lights red and green, a christmas show of cum
green light for me, drop in a five and clack through channels
chelsea man on man
army man on man
latin man on shemale
fuzz
woman on man, I stop
rubbing my cock through my jeans I grow hard
A finger says 'come here' through the gloryhole
pulling my belt open and forcing my jeans down I free my cock
the cool air is sweet as I grow, my skin alive
sidling up to the hole, letting him touch me
his hand is so much softer than mine, his fingers cool
tugs me through the hole and massages my cock
no warning, he engulfs me
wave of hot spit and tongue drowns me
my head is gone, only my cock exists
he worships me
blows me like my girlfriend never could
he wants me to cum in his mouth
this isn't a preamble to sex
this is sex
my calves burn as I stand tiptoe feeding him my cock
my cock is me, all i am, thrust naked into the void
sloppy vacuum devours me
I lose my shirt and press my chest to the cold formica wall
balls tighten and pulse
floating up off the ground
tethered by my cock
he is every mouth I've ever seen
every woman who has denied me
bliss is a strangers mouth making you the warm center of the universe
A hundred years pass before I evacuate all I am
torrents of cum rush through me
charging for the end of my cock
alien monster being sucked through a hole in the hull of a space ship, I cum
the ring of the gloryhole presses a circle into my groin
gasping, there is no air
he slurps, sucks, swallows and pumps me with his lips
doesn't want to stop feeding
feet touch back down, I pant
the release
I pull back and sit, my wet cock still turgid
I am empty
booth is red, and the Indian is yelling
push in in another five to relax
wipe up
I don't want to leave this heaven