I already wanted more.My mind whirred: it was just for sex - I was straight - I loved women - I loved her! It was dangerous, it had only took a couple...minutes to arrange - what kind of a guy says yes to meeting me for sex without asking for a photo or chatting? Who was I about to meet? Who was I going to share the most intimate moment of my life with? Who was going to mark me forever?No, I didn't want to do it - it was alien to me. What was I doing? All those years entirely captured by. His office was down in the basement. We went down and he opened his top drawer and got a key out. It was a key to his fling cabinet. He unlocked the cabinet and pulled out his porn collection. He has several Magazines of all types. Some Gay and some straight. He had Hustlers and Oui and even a few playboys. There was a two-seater couch in his office. We sat on the couch and he started to hand me magazines one at a time. I was paging though them and felt his hand on my leg. Then he unzipped his. Usually it took him at least 15 minutes to cum but he was filling my mouth in less than three.That evening, I was still recovering from the day before so I opened the gloryhole for only an hour and sucked seven cocks with three of them being repeat customers. When I suck dick, I get to know it and learn it quite well so even though it might be a stranger who I have never seen, I still recognize their cock and the taste of their cum.On Friday, I had not one penis in my mouth the entire day.. He was outlined in a pulsing gold light. His skin burned with a golden fire and every so often little wisps of it would shoot up and evaporate off him like smokey solar flares. His eyes were tiny supernovas. “Jesus Christ…” I whispered in astonishment. He gave a snort of contempt. “ Jesus Christ. Cocky little bastard, that one.” Then waving that aside he said, “You’ll be able to recognize us now, should you see us on the street. We’ll all appear to you similar to this.” He gestured with his.