Stories

A collection of fantasy stories involving parkas.

                                                                         Gloryhole Snorkel Slut

 

 

            I heard all the rumors and stories about restrooms on the interstate. How some of them were hangouts for gay men who would suck off anyone who came into the stalls. I had even heard of restrooms where there were gloryholes. I've sucked a lot of cocks in my eighteen years on earth, but I've never done a guy through a gloryhole.

 

              As I lay in my bed on this cold winter's night, I stare at the ceiling and imagine being on my knees sucking an anonymous cock. My parents were out for the evening even though there was a very bad snowstorm raging outside. They were church going people and they felt it was necessary to be at the fundraiser tonight. My bedroom door sat wide open and so were my jeans. I laid on my bed stroking my skinny, but long eight and a half inch cut cock. It was an almost perfect cock if I do say so myself. Not a blemish on it and the smoothest head you would ever see. I could hear the snow battering my bedroom window as it blew in the wind. The sound makes me so horny. I jumped up and went to my closet to get out the "new" snorkel parka I recently bought off Ebay. It was definitely vintage. Late seventies to early eighties was my guess. It was green with the orange quilted lining. The outside shell was the rubberized material and the hood was not a deep snorkel hood but it would still extend a little ways out. It had the fake fur trim. It was light gray fur and the longer strands were darker gray. So it had a two tone look which excited me. The inside of the hood was green pile. The drawstrings on the hood had little plastic ends so the string wouldn't slip through the holes holding in it place. I stood holding it and rubbing my cock in the lining. I stared off into the recesses of my mind. I was so horny I almost couldn't stand it. It had been a couple weeks since I had sucked a cock or swallowed a thick creamy load of jizz. 

             My cock was so hard and my thoughts were focused on sucking an anonymous cock, I decided to give the local rest stop a try. it was about a mile from the house. I could take a shortcut through the woods. I didn't know if there were any gloryholes there, but I knew there was a lot of traffic in that area and even foot traffic from the large park next to it. Maybe I could suck a cock or two and get back before the parents got home. I dove into my closet and got my Hollister fur lined hoodie out. I removed my parka and slipped the hoodie on. The thick hoodie always made me horny. It was black with the scrolling Hollister name across the chest in white letters. The fur lining was brown and thick. I yanked the hood up onto my head and zipped it up. Grabbing my snorkel parka off the floor and slipping it on made my cock jump. Grabbing my heavy winter boots, I pulled them on and tucked my jeans into the tops then tied them. Slipping on my heaviest gloves, I headed out the door. 

              The snow was harshly blowing. It pelted my face. I pulled up my snorkel hood and zipped it all the way. Pellets of snow battered my hood, but my face was safe. The gray faux fur blew all around the edge of my hood. My cock swelled at the sight of it. Snow bounced off the rubberized nylon shell of the parka. The extremely cold wind made the nylon stiffer than normal. I drudged through the snow and hoped I would be able to swallow some jizz tonight. Cutting through the woods, the snow was shin deep. My heavy boots kept my feet warm and dry. I could hear trucks flying down the interstate so I knew I was close to the rest stop. As I reached the edge of the woods, I looked across the road at the rest stop and saw no cars or trucks in the parking lot. I was suddenly bummed. Looking over at the park nearby, I saw a small restroom area. I decided I would cruise there first before going over to the other men's room. I figured the door would be locked since it was after hours and it was snowing so hard. A single spot light shone on the entrance door. I grabbed the handle and was shocked it was unlocked. I pulled it open entered. A motion sensor light kicked on the fluorescent bulbs. The rank smell of piss filled my nostrils, but it wasn't a dirty bathroom. It was kept clean but it still suck like a bathroom does. I turned to the wall sized mirror and admired my snow covered parka. Snow built up on the seams and in the wrinkles. Frozen globs of snow stuck to my fur on the snorkel hood. The bathroom was not heated very well so it was still very cold. Almost as cold as outside. I could see the condensation from my breath exit my hood. I felt an incredible urge to piss but I held it in. My cock grew hard. I loved rubbing it when I had a piss hard on. It sent waves of pleasure through me when I did. I saw there were three urinals and two stalls. I had read plenty of stores about restroom procedures when looking for cock. I pulled open the stall door slowly and my eyes grew wide. There were three holes in the wall separating the stalls. A small hole about crotch high and two slightly larger holes on each side and a little above the middle hole. That baffled me. I had never heard of three holes. Maybe it was for taller guys? I was new to it, so I had no clue. 

                I sat down waited to see if anyone would come in. My boots were covered with snow and I was cold. I left my hood up and slipped my hands into my lower pockets. I rubbed my piss hard cock and felt great. After ten minutes or so I heard the door open and the sounds of heavy boots. A familiar unzip and a heavy stream of piss hitting the urinal. The sounds of a flush, running water in the sink and the door shutting. No luck. Sitting in my fully zipped snorkel parka, with a raging hard on, in a smelly mens room, on a very cold, snowy night. Sounded perfect to me. A short while later the door flew open again and I could hear the cold winds blowing. The footsteps approached the stalls. I saw the shadow under my door pause for a moment and then continue into the next stall. The door latched and my heart raced. There was silence. Reading many stories, I knew that if I tapped my foot on the floor next to the wall, that meant I was into it. Nervously I tapped my heavy snow covered boot on the floor and watched the snow fall off. I waited. Some movement on the other side of the wall and a muffled zipper sound. My breathing was rapid as the puffs of cold air exited my snorkel hood. Looking at the hole in the wall, I saw it. Slowly a beautiful cock filled the hole and dangled. It was smooth and long. The most perfect head I had seen. A perfect mushroom shape and dripping precum. I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the smooth head. The taste was clean and masculine. The cock twitched and I let it slide slowly into my mouth. I felt it grow hard and get warmer as the blood flowed through it. I got into a slow rhythm and sucked softly. I slid off the toilet and dropped to my knees on the cold floor. I struggled to swallow of his cock. Gagging slightly with each attempt to get it in my throat. It was the largest cock I had ever sucked. I was lost in the effort to be a good cocksucker when I suddenly felt hands on each side of my hood. I quickly realized the other two holes in the wall were for someone to reach through and hold the head of the cocksucker on the other side. When the hands felt my snorkel hood, I felt cock swell in my mouth. I heard a gasp as the hands gripped tightly. I continued to suck and let the hands guide my head up and down his cock. The fingers dug into my rubberized snorkel hood material and suddenly they grabbed the fake fur around my face. A loud moan echoed in the mensroom.

 

"Oh fuck, parka boy, suck my fuckin' cock!!"

                         

               His hands gripped the edge of my fur hood and pulled it hard until my forehead smashed against the wall. He held my hood firmly and plunged his cock through the hole harder. He held me tight as he raped my throat. I gagged and saliva gushed from my lips. I coughed a little fluid ran out of my nose and landed on his shaft as he thrust in and out. I could feel his fingers digging into the gray faux fur on my snorkel hood. One hand held my fur tightly and the other held the back of my hood. His hand slipped under the adjustable strap on the back of the hood and he seemed to get off on that feeling. I got into the rhythm of his thrusts and my throat relaxed. I was swallowing his cock like a pro. 

 

"Fuck! Suck my cock snorkel faggot!!

 

              This guy knew the kind of parka I was wearing. He moaned with every touch of my hood. His fingers danced in the fake fur. He dug into the rubberized nylon. He placed both hands on my shoulders and had sex with my mouth. I could feel my cock trying to escape my jeans. I reached down and unzipped my fly and it jumped out. The cold air against my raging cock sent a chill up my spine. I slowly pumped my cock as he pumped my throat. I began moaning each time he did. Cocksnot dripped from my shaft and onto the cold cement floor. I pulled back off his cock to get a moment of air. I saw his hands and saw the cuffs of his coat. My eyes widened when I saw the insides of his sleeves were bright orange. The cuffs were black knit and the nylon sleeves were black. I knew immediately that he was wearing an Alpha slim fit N-3b parka. Alpha was known for its type of stitching and the slight puckering around the seams, so it was instantly recognizable. I dove back down onto his cock and let my throat muscles squeeze his cockhead.

 

"OH FUCK YEAH FAGGOT!!!" he cried out as I worked his shaft. He held my snorkel hood firmly and fucked my throat. I reached up and fondled his low hanging ball sack and juggled them gently. That made him moan louder so it echoed in the mens room. I noticed he was neatly trimmed in the pubic area and it was a soft red color. Oh man, a ginger!!!! I love sexy ginger men. I massaged his nutbag felt them drawing up closer to his cock. I knew I had him close to pumping his juice down my throat.

 

              He pounded harder and started to groan. I pulled back and felt the first rocket blast hit my tonsils. It shocked me and I almost coughed. I pulled off his cock as the second shot shot like a cannon and splashed against the fake gray fur trim of my hood. Third and forth shots were thick and splattered my face. I dove back down on his cock and accepted the fifth, sixth and seventh shot deep in my throat. It tasted amazing. It was almost sweet instead of salty. His load was copious. It almost didn't feel real. It was so much cum. I swallowed as fast as they shot from his smooth cockhead. He pulled back and I stared at the eye of his cockhead. It winked and shot one more blast that crashed against my eyebrow. I watched as the thick jizz shot slowly stretched and caught my eyelash as it drip down my cheek. It was hot, thick and massive. His breathing was loud and deep. I pulled back out of the hole and I hear him zipping up. There I was, on my knees on a freezing cold mens room floor, with hot, thick cum dripping from my snorkel hood and face. I heard the door or the other stall open and slam shut. The water was turned on and I wasn't sure if I should exit the stall or wait for him to leave. 

 

"You gonna come out of there snorkel boy or are you too scared?" he chuckled.

 

           I was nervous as hell. I stood up and pulled the door open. He was leaning against the sink. His arms were folded against his chest and he looked so good in the flickering fluorescent lighting. He wore a gray knit cap with a Carhartt logo on it. He was slim and his jeans were snug. He had a well trimmed, very short beard, almost stubble-like. His eyes were soft green. No doubt he was Irish. His Alpha slim fit parka had black fur trim on the hood. He looked amazing. I slowly walked out of the stall and toward him. He smiled and stood up. He approached me slowly.

 

"You still have my cum on your hood and face. You are such a snorkel slut!". He leaned forward and let his tongue lick the cum from my gray fur. He moaned. With a thick wad of cum on his tongue, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. His tongue deposited his cum into my mouth. The thick seed slid down my throat as we kissed. He broke the kiss and stepped away.

 

"Awesome snorkel dude. Next time, I'll fuck you in it." He pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it to me. "Text me and next time I am passing through, we can have some fun." 

 

           He pulled up his hood and put his thick gloves on. He walked out the door into the frigid night. I stared at myself in the mirror. Cum stuck to my face. I was a gloryhole snorkel slut!!