Thursday College Glory Hole Threesome Session

You know how Thursdays have become our little unspoken tradition, that college glory hole session after campus is honestly the highlight of my week, and this time it felt even more electric than usual as I walked into that familiar spot with my heart already thumping. There’s something about the anonymity that gets me every time, that moment when you hear footsteps approach and you just know it’s about to get real, so I leaned in and let my lips brush against that warm, hard length that was already waiting there, eager and pulsing for attention, but what made this week different was that another guy slid up beside me, his presence just a whisper away as we shared the space, and his hand found my shoulder, squeezing gently like he was in on the same secret hunger. I could feel the heat radiating off the first stranger through the partition, and the smell of his skin mixed with the faint sweat from the long day on campus just made me sink deeper into the rhythm, taking him in slowly at first before building up that steady, wet pace that had him trembling against the wall, and out of the corner of my eye I watched the second guy undo his jeans, stroking himself as he watched me work, his breath getting heavier with every bob of my head. My knees were killing me on that rough floor, but honestly I didn’t care because when the first guy’s fingers curled through the hole to tangle in my hair, the way he guided my head told me exactly what he needed, and I gave it to him like it was the only thing that mattered, while the second guy stepped closer, brushing his tip against my cheek until I turned and let him slide into my mouth too, the two of them syncing up in a filthy, unspoken rhythm that had me gagging and drooling between their cocks. The little groans and gasps from both sides sent a shiver straight through me, and I remember thinking how crazy it was that we’d never see each other’s faces, yet this raw, unfiltered connection felt more intimate than anything else all week, their hands tangling in my hair, guiding me back and forth as they fucked my mouth in turns, one pulling out just as the other pushed in. His hips started bucking harder, that telltale sign he was close, and I wrapped my lips tighter, hollowing my cheeks as he spilled over my tongue with a long, shuddering sigh, and then the other guy followed, painting my face with a hot, sticky mess that I smeared with my fingers before licking them clean. I pulled back, wiped my mouth, and just smiled at the secret we’d all carry into the weekend, that perfect little Thursday ritual none of us can seem to shake, a raw, dirty threesome that left me buzzing long after the scent faded.