Businessman Explodes at the Gloryhole – Massive Cum Fountain All Over Me
- Apr 1
- 4 min read
Hey gloryhole lovers,
You know those days when you walk into the booth just looking for a quick, anonymous thrill… and instead you get blasted by the single most intense, cum-soaked fantasy of the month? Yeah. That just happened. And I’m still sticky thinking about it.
Picture this: late afternoon, the club is quiet, the red lights low. I’m on my knees in the usual spot, heart already racing, when the door on the other side of the wall clicks open. Expensive shoes. The faint scent of high-end cologne mixed with the sharp smell of a man who’s been stuck in meetings all damn day. Then I hear the slow unzip.
He doesn’t say a word. He never does. Instead, he presses forward and suddenly there it is — that thick, heavy bulge in sleek black designer underwear, straining right against the gloryhole like it’s demanding attention. The fabric is stretched so tight I can see the perfect outline of his fat cockhead and the thick vein running down the shaft. My mouth watered instantly. I could already feel how rock-hard he was, throbbing against the cool metal edge, and my own dick jumped in my shorts like it had been shocked.
I knew right then: this guy had had a brutal day. Tie still half-knotted around his neck, probably coming straight from the boardroom. Stressed. Pent-up. Married. Hetero as they come. And right now, all that frustration was mine to swallow.
I reached up gently, almost reverently, and cupped the heavy bulge through the soft black fabric. He twitched hard. A low, muffled groan came from the other side — the kind a man makes when he’s trying not to sound too eager but failing miserably. I smiled against the wall and slowly peeled the waistband down.
Out it sprang. Thick. Heavy. Veiny. Already glistening with a fat bead of precum at the tip. God, he was gorgeous. Eight solid inches of straight-man cock, flushed dark and angry, pulsing in the dim light. I could practically feel the tension in his balls — full, heavy, desperate for release.
I started slow, teasing him the way I knew would drive him crazy. Just my lips first — soft, warm, worshipful — pressing a long, lingering kiss right on the swollen head. I tasted him. Salty-sweet. That first delicious drop of precum coating my tongue like liquid sin. Then I dragged my tongue in slow, lazy circles around his slit, lapping up every fresh bead that oozed out while he throbbed harder against my mouth.
He pushed forward a little more, silently begging. So I opened wide and took him in — all the way. Deep. Wet. No mercy. My throat relaxed and I swallowed every thick inch until my nose was pressed against the wall and his heavy balls rested against my chin. I could hear him breathing faster now, almost panting. One hand slapped against the wall above me. He was losing control.
I sucked him like I was starving. Long, sloppy strokes. Tongue swirling around the underside. Hollowing my cheeks. Moaning around his shaft so he could feel the vibrations. Every time I pulled back I let a thick string of spit connect my lips to his glistening cockhead, then dove back down until he was balls-deep again. He was getting impossibly harder — that steel-rod kind of hard that only happens when a guy hasn’t cum properly in days.
I kept thinking about his wife waiting at home. Poor thing. She’d never get this load. Not tonight. This massive, pent-up explosion was all mine. Every drop.
And then it happened.
His cock swelled even thicker in my mouth, the vein pulsing like a heartbeat. His balls drew up tight. A deep, guttural groan ripped out of him — raw, animal, nothing like the polished businessman who walked in. He started to cum so hard I thought the wall might shake.
First shot — a powerful, ropey blast straight down my throat. Second — even harder, flooding my mouth so fast I had to swallow or drown. Third, fourth, fifth… Jesus Christ. Six… seven massive spurts. Each one thicker and stronger than the last. It wasn’t just cumming — it was erupting. A literal fountain of hot, thick cum shooting so forcefully I felt it splatter across my face, my neck, my chest, even dripping down onto my thighs. I was absolutely drenched. My whole upper body was painted white. My hair. My eyelashes. My lips. And still he kept pumping, the last thick ropes filling my mouth until I had to pull back just to breathe — and even then another huge spurt hit me square in the face like a goddamn firehose.
I’ve been doing this a long time. I’ve never — never — seen a man cum like that. It was pornographic. It was glorious. It was the kind of orgasm that leaves a straight guy’s legs shaking and his brain blank for a solid minute.
When he finally pulled back, spent and gasping, I could hear him trying to catch his breath on the other side. A few seconds later the door opened and those expensive shoes walked out. No goodbye. No words. Just the faint smell of sex and satisfaction hanging in the air.
I sat there on my knees, covered head to toe in the biggest load I’ve ever taken, grinning like an idiot, cum still dripping off my chin.
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