A young millionaire's gloryhole encounter

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"Well?" said Helena. "What is your opinion?"

"Hm?" said Damien.

He was ogling the sexiness of a waitress in the street. The pencil skirt of hers barely reached the top of her thighs and it was hard to ignore. She walked away, and she sat in awe with a dark-haired male in the opposite room.

The man smiled at him.

"Do you enjoy it there?" Helena gestured around the tiny, kitsch restaurant.

The décor was shabby however in a way that was genuinely disgusting. The dim lighting may have hidden many sins and the frame lights filled with erotic art seemed take over the space.

"It's decent," he replied. "The appetisers weren't the best."

Helena chuckled.

"No, I don't think they're anything extraordinary." The woman was drawing circles using her fingernail across the white tablecloth. "But the majority of people don't come to this place for food."

Damien furrowed his brow. "What does that mean?"

Helena stopped, clearly content with having the advantage. She stared him straight in the face and then said, "they come for the gloryholes."

"They-they are what?" stuttered Damien.

He had heard her clearly the first time around, but it was not Helena to make a suggestion that was so exciting.

"To be precise," she said, "it's the best spot located in New York City to play Gloryhole Roulette. It's what it says on the internet."

Damien's sexual inclination slowed for a brief time as he figured out the root of this plot.

He wanted to know the meaning of Gloryhole Roulette was

"Colour me intrigued," said Damien. "I'm listening..."

Helena raised her glass of wine while she spoke. "In case you weren't aware that the restrooms are gender neutral. Both genders are permitted to be in the bathroom simultaneously."

"That's not unusual these times."

"Maybe it's not," Helena replied. "But sticking your dick into the cubicle's wall without knowing if there's either a woman or a man taking it in," she replied, " that's a bit less typical."

"So did you not mean me and you?" asked Damien, having already figured out the answer.

"Almost everyone here is playing, Damey. This is why they're in this room. I do that to you constantly. What is the point when I do it this way?"

Damien took a sip of his whiskey as his mind was pondering. "What do you think if it's a male?"

Helena smiled and smiled at the idea. "Then you'll get your dick pulled by an individual."

He was honest, the idea intrigued him. He'd never been sexual with a male. Based on the way this game played out, there was a 50-50 chance he would be able to keep the streak running.

"What do you gain from the situation?" he asked.

"Why do you get me in the back the other night?" came Helena's retort.

Damien was aware of where the conversation was headed however he still asked. "It's what I love," he shrugged.

"This is what I love about you," she shrugged, and then drank heavily from her glass of wine.

The waiter was there to fill her up.

Damien was unable to challenge her reasoning and it was only fair.

It seemed like the man was ready playing Gloryhole Roulette

He stood up and began walking toward the bathroom.

"So did I do it?" ...?" do it?" he asked and pointed his thumb in the direction that he was nervous about heading.

Helena invited him to come closer with a smile on her face. He sat down and she pulled him up to kiss him with her Armani tie.

"Just select a cubicle that is empty adjacent to the one that's already vacant," she whispered. "Lock your door, then knock the wall two times."

"Okay," he said.

"There'll be two more knocks in the event of a play, and one if not."

He let go of his tie.

He understood.

After a few minutes the employee was in the cubicle, knocking against the wall

Two knocks were repaid.

There's nothing to it,Damien thought to himself as he threaded his cock into the hole that is the glory.

It was immediately greeted by a warm, waiting mouth. Its owner had a soft face and soft hands. They enjoyed the gentle usage of their teeth as they chewed.

The absence of beards caused Damien to believe it was an attractive woman and he held on to this belief. But, he wouldn't rule out the possibility that he was a man who was clean-shaven.

The soft sounds they released did not reveal anything concerning their gender.

Damien was incredibly thrilling.

He was just poised to put his hand in the person's mouth as they walked away. Damien hit his palm violently against the cubicle's wall.

"Oh I'm sorry!" he reigned in the yell until it was half-tone. The person to the opposite laugh with delight.

Then, he experienced the obvious sensation of a greased-up asshole that was teasing the bottom of his pipe.

Damien was fighting to keep from crying out in delight at the familiar sensation. At this point, he'd typically plunge his cock into the inseam.

Not having the driving seat was an entirely new experience but it was not one that the driver disliked.

"Ohh I'm fucking yeah," the man exclaimed as his glitzy companion forced their sexy sex on Damien's waiting for erection.

At that point, he'd managed to push the subject of gender to the back of his mind. It was a strange experience.

He reacted with a vengeance a few seconds after, and was unable to hold the back of him any longer.

He pulled his cock out of the glory hole

He tucked it back into his pants and tied his belt. He saw two cubicle doors open and open into the main space.

He followed in his footsteps and discovered an attractive Asian lady as well as an ungainly white man making themselves look good in the bathroom mirror.

There was nobody else present, and nobody even looked at him. Damien thought that was perfectly. It was much better to not have to.

He returned to the dining area , and was seated at his table alongside Helena. Her body was buzzing with excitement.

"So how did it go?" she squeaked.

Damien paused. "Pretty amazing," he admitted.

Helena was clapping three times before she stood up. "Come on, let's go."

"Did I forget our meals?" he asked.

"Oh, Damey. I'm ready for dessert.