Gloryhole Quickie Before His Flight Back – I Drained His Balls Dry in LA!
- 17 hours ago
- 2 min read
He was only in Los Angeles for 48 hours. Business trip, downtown hotel, flight back east to his clueless girlfriend the next morning. But before he slipped back into his straight life, he needed to get filthy—one last time. No names. No faces. Just his throbbing cock shoved through the hole and my greedy throat ready to wreck him.
I’d set up the golden gloryhole spot—clean, lit just right, camera rolling in the backroom of an arcade off Hollywood Boulevard. He hit me up on the app: “In town short. Gotta catch a flight. No chit-chat. Just drain my balls quick and dirty.” Fuck yes. I love these “straight” guys: suit-and-tie by day, cock-hungry pigs when the wall’s between us.
Right on time at 11:17 PM he pushed through. Already half-hard, veiny as hell, uncut, fat head glistening with pre-cum. I peeled that foreskin back slow with my lips, tasting that salty drip. He groaned through the wall—“Goddamn… yeah…”—and I felt him swell instantly.
Started teasing: swirling my tongue around the slit, sucking the skin up and down, flicking that sensitive frenulum till he twitched. Then full commitment—took him balls-deep in one slow glide. 8 thick inches stretching my throat, no gag, pure skill. His heavy nuts slapped the wood as I buried my nose against the wall, choking myself on him deliberately so he could hear every sloppy gurgle.
“Fuck… deeper… wreck it…” he hissed. I switched it up: slow, spit-soaked strokes with lots of tongue under the shaft, then jackhammer-fast, lips locked tight like a vacuum. Added the wild shit—pulled off to blow cold air on his wet tip, nibbled the foreskin edge, scraped my nails lightly down the vein—he bucked hard. Then back in: hands gripping the edges, forcing him as deep as possible, gagging loud and nasty, throat pulsing around him.
He started throbbing, head flaring huge, shaft like steel. “I’m gonna nut… swallow every fucking drop…” I went feral: sucked like a black hole, tongue whipping the head, throat open wide. He erupted—thick, hot ropes blasting straight down my gullet. Pulse after pulse, I milked him dry, lips sealed, swallowing greedily, not spilling a single drop. Kept sucking through the aftershocks till he was trembling and spent, cock twitching soft.
He pulled out, muttered a hoarse “Holy shit… insane…” and vanished—probably straight to shower, pack, airport. Tomorrow he’s cuddling his girl like nothing happened.
But I swallowed his load. And the footage captured every filthy second.
