Huge Cocks at the Gloryhole: A Filthy Night of Anonymous Throat-Fucking in the Heart of NYC

Hey there, you dirty-minded deviants of the underground gay scene—welcome back to GloryholeGays.com, your ultimate dive into the raw, dripping world of anonymous cock worship. If you're stateside and craving that gritty, no-holds-barred gloryhole action straight from the neon-lit alleys of America, buckle up. Tonight's tale takes us deep into the bowels of a seedy NYC bathhouse, where the air reeks of sweat, lube, and unfiltered lust.

We're talking huge cocks—the kind that stretch your jaw like it's made of rubber and leave you gagging for mercy. This isn't your vanilla Grindr hookup; this is perverse, piss-soaked, cum-drenched debauchery that only the boldest hole-hunters can handle. And trust me, I've been there, knees bruised on sticky tile, chasing that next monstrous slab of meat through the wall.Picture this: It's a humid Friday night in the Village, the kind where the summer heat clings to your skin like a cheap Grindr date who won't take no for an answer. I'm fresh off a shift at some bullshit Midtown bar, tie loosened, balls aching from a day of blue-balled teasing with the after-work crowd.

I need release—real, filthy, no-names-attached release. So I slip into The Wall, that legendary spot tucked behind a nondescript brownstone, where the sign outside reads "Spa & Sauna" but everyone knows it's a 24/7 fuck factory. Cover charge? Twenty bucks and a signed waiver that basically says "We ain't liable if you choke on dick or catch something that makes your ass glow in the dark."The labyrinth of dim corridors leads me to the gloryhole row—a gauntlet of plywood partitions pocked with jagged-cut holes at crotch height, lit only by the flicker of a single red bulb swinging like a perverted lighthouse. The moans echo like a symphony of sluts: wet slurps, guttural grunts, the occasional slap of balls on wood. I drop my towel, lube up my hole just in case some top spots me from the other side, and kneel before the first hole. It's a ritual, you know? Eyes level with the void, heart pounding, waiting for that first poke of promise.And fuck, does it deliver. The first cock that thrusts through isn't just big—it's a goddamn battering ram.

Thick as my wrist, veined like a roadmap to hell, with a bulbous purple head already leaking pre-cum like a faulty faucet. Nine inches? Ten? Who the fuck measures when it's splitting your lips on entry? I wrap my hands around the base—or try to; my fingers barely meet—and dive in, tongue swirling around that salty slit like I'm mining for gold. He doesn't waste time; no gentle warm-up here. He grabs the edges of the hole and rams forward, skull-fucking me with the force of a subway train. Gags? Oh yeah, I'm choking, tears streaming, mascara running if I gave a shit about that. But that's the beauty of it—anonymous brutality. Spit flies, my throat bulges like a snake swallowing a rat, and I can feel every ridge, every throb as he uses my face like a fleshlight.But this beast? He's just the appetizer. Word must've spread in the steam room because the next hole lights up with something unholy. I crawl over, ass up like a bitch in heat, and out slides a monster that makes my eyes water before it even touches me. Eleven inches easy, uncut, with foreskin pulled back to reveal a piss-slit wide enough to tongue-fuck. The owner—some faceless daddy with a beer gut I can only imagine—starts slow, teasing the tip against my lips, smearing pre across my chin. "Suck it, you filthy pig," a gravelly voice growls from the other side, muffled but commanding. I obey, because that's what we do here. My mouth stretches obscenely, jaw creaking as I force it down, inch by agonizing inch. Halfway in, I'm drooling rivers, my cock leaking onto the floor in sympathy.

He picks up pace, hips slamming the wall with each thrust, balls swinging heavy and low like wrecking balls.Perverse twist? Midway through, he pauses—deep in my gullet—and lets loose. Not cum, oh no. A hot, acrid stream of piss floods my throat, forcing me to swallow or drown. I gulp it down, the bitter tang mixing with his musk, my body betraying me with a full-body shiver of shame-laced ecstasy. "Drink it all, boy," he snarls, and I do, because in this hole, you're not a man—you're a urinal with a pulse. When he finally unloads, it's a torrent: ropes of thick, creamy jizz that overflow my mouth, dripping down my chest in sticky webs. I milk him dry, tongue probing for every drop, until he yanks back with a satisfied pop, leaving me wrecked and wanting.The night devolves from there— a parade of huge cocks blurring into one endless feast. A black stallion from Harlem, curved like a scimitar, that hits my tonsils at a brutal angle and makes me see stars. Twins? Nah, but two holes firing at once: one feeding me a girthy Latino log while the other mysteriously drips what tastes like fresh load from the previous occupant. I lose track, face numb, knees raw, but my holes—mouth and ass, when a finger probes through to lube me up—scream for more.

By dawn, I'm a glazed donut of cum, piss, and sweat, stumbling out into the morning light with a grin that says, "Worth every degrading second."America's gloryhole scene? It's alive and throbbing, from the bathhouses of San Francisco to the truck-stop stalls along I-80. No apps, no small talk—just pure, perverse connection through a thin wall of wood and desire. If you've got a tale of your own—maybe that time a Marine's horse-cock turned your gloryhole into a war zone—hit the comments. We're all pervs here.But wait—why stop at reading when you can live it? Dive deeper into the depravity with a GloryholeGays.com Premium Subscription.

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