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In our ever-changing and often-confusing world, a world in which it is often difficult to determine right from wrong or good from bad, things which may have shocked our grandparents, or even our parents, are often taken with a grain of salt.
Just a few short years ago, it seemed that the stereotype homosexual had firmly entrenched itself in the general consciousness of our society. It would have been looked upon as absurd, for example, for one to suggest that a certain professional football player was gay. After all, everyone knew that homosexuals were nonviolent at best, and downright weakened at worst. It also went without saying that there were no homosexual doctors, lawyers, politicians or policemen. There were, however, numerous gay hair dressers, interior decorators and fashion designers. And, of course, most artists were suspect.
GLORY HOLE JUNKIE is a story that “tells it like it is” in that it exposes the old gay stereotype for what it is — a lie. A compelling novel that attempts to uncover the truth in an area where the facts have been ignored too long.
Justin tongued the throbbing cockhead that poked through the glory hole. His lips encircled the spongy cock.
The stranger on the other side of the wooden partition moaned, “Oh yeah. That feels so fine.” He rammed his fuckmeat down the teenaged cock sucker’s throat.
Justin reached between his own legs he jacked his prick to the rhythm of the big cock that pumped inside his mouth, stuffing his throat.
“Here it comes. Take it. Swallow my cum.” The rock-hard cock exploded, gushing hot, salty cum inside the teenager’s mouth. Justin swallowed the entire load. At the same time, he shot his own load of cum onto the floor.
“Come out of there, punk.”
Justin trembled.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.