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I used to go to a bath house near where I lived in the North of England. I would park myself in a Glory Hole booth that was adjacent to two others. I would just sit back and wait for cocks to start poking through. I would sometimes stay for a couple hours, sucking loads out of one dick after another, cut or uncut (mmm), big, small, thick, thin - I didn't care. Sometimes I'd be happily sucking away on a cock when I'd notice another poking through from the other booth. I'd turn my attention to that one, so they wouldn't leave. Then I could alternate between cocks, stroking one while I sucked the other, until I had drained both sets of balls. If the bath house was busy, guys would notice the activity around my booth, and be lining up for the chance to fuck my hungry, cum-slurping mouth. I sometimes sucked off fifteen or more cocks in a row! I would swallow, take facials, aim cum in my hair, rub it on my chest, anywhere I could put it. Some nights, all I could smell or taste was sweet, delicious, jizz. I would let the scent linger on my body for hours before I showered, inhaling the man smells and reliving the cock-sucking ecstasy in my mind. On busy nights, I would try to keep track of the number of cocks, but I always ended up getting obsessed with my cock-sucking and losing track. But on some of those nights I would have easily swallowed a couple dozen loads.
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