One bedroom had a sheet strung up through the middle of it. And in the center of that sheet was a hole. Exactly what Bernardo had described. It stank of jizz in here, an odor that made Cody wrinkle his nose. He couldn’t deny it did make him horny though. It reminded him of a brothel, and Cody’d had more than his fair share of fun at those.
Bernardo walked right up to the sheet and put a ten dollar bill in the hole. Someone — or maybe a machine — took it, then Bernardo unzipped the fly of his jeans. He ain’t even pull his pants down, he just flopped his pecker in through the hole. His eyes lit up, and his knees went weak. “¡Ay ay!”
Category: Gloryholes
Gotta pay the A-rab feller first
“Ooooooh, I see that!” Buck said when he was close enough to the garage to see the man in the front of the line. The portly sailor with dusky skin — Portuguese, Buck guessed — got his pants undone, and he be humping the garage door.
Actually, he be humping a hole in the garage door.
“What’ssssh going on?” Jeb asked. He sounded very drunk, which made Buck chuckle.
“This is called a gloryhole. I ain’t seen one in Anchorage before,” Buck said with a smirk. He and Jeb got in the back of the line. “It’s fun, you’ll like it. I guess you never got ya rocks off like that.”
“Whaaaat?” Jeb frowned.
“Inside that garage is a girl. Blonde most likely,” Buck said with a knowing grin — he savvied perfectly well that there ain’t no female in there of any kind. “She on her knees suckin’ the dick of any man who stick it in the hole. Gotta pay the A-rab feller first. I dunno how much.”
From Jeb the Farmboy
A prudent nigga
So Thumper walked all rappy-dapper, like his rickety walk was a gangsta lean, as he brought the other two to the back porch, where a sheet-curtained corner got a hole in the sheet and a nigga sticking his dick in that hole. That duckydoo nigga was moaning like a moist walrus when they got there, his voice breaking and him rabbit-ramming his crotch at the sheet.
His jiggly asscheeks was covered by his pants — he ain’t drop his pants, just undone the fly — a prudent nigga wouldn’t bare his butthole in a place like this — but that duckydoo nigga got giant meaty cheeks jiggling up a quake in them pants. “C’mon, swallow it, bitch, swallow, ah, fuck yeah… You slut…” he murmured with a sneer.
“There ain’t no pretty lady on the other side of that hole, Thump,” Jaekwel said when he and Deon added up what they was seeing and what Thumper done said. The ram-face nigga with his dick in the hole pulled it out, and his shaft gleamed with spit and droplets of his own nutjuice. He glanced over at Jaekwel and them like they was assholes for walking in here before he was done.From Thumper the Mover
Not a Muslim lady
There was a sheet strung up on the side of one abandoned trailer. Most of the way down on the sheet was a hole. Omar had seen this before. The Vasquenzas had one in prison — it was called a gloryhole in English — the Vasquenzas made each of their new hombres work the gloryhole for one free-time block.
“There’s a whore on the other side. Not Muslim, it’s fine,” Mister Alzam said with a proud nod. He handed money to the burly man standing nearby, then he sniffled and approached the sheet. He unzipped his pants. His cock unfurled and dropped into the gloryhole. He gripped the sheet the best he could — it was stretched taut, so he couldn’t really hold onto it. There was no wall on the other side to grip onto.
He had that massive pubic bush, which made Omar both sneer in disgust and chuckle to himself. Arabs were so hairy, it was disgusting. They’re like people who never finished evolving outta gorillas. He stayed far away and faced the other direction. This was all some low-rent shit.From Omar the Muslim
The slurpy side
Buck ain’t axe what a gloryhole was, not even when he overheard a Portuguese feller exclaim how good the gloryhole on the rig was. Finally, Lem showed it to him one night, and he said there was a bootyful A-rab gal on t’other side of the hole drilled ‘tween two unused rooms. “She love dick, whiteboy,” Lem said. “That’s why she sign up fo’ it. Pay’s prolly good, reckon. But she love swallowin’ nuts. She wish she got jizz on tap.”
“Really? I ain’t think no guhls like cum,” Buck said. “H’ain’t it gross?” He eyed Lem suspicious-like. Lem got a crooked-serious face, like he was maybe funning. But t’other fellers on the rig all agreed it was a fine A-rab lady on her knees, not no fleshlight.
And it was the A-rabs on the rig who ran the gloryhole. A-rabs was way more likely to do it to a fleshlight ‘an a Muslim lady, Buck thought. So’n it must be a fleshlight. But t’other hand, they wouldn’t claim it was a A-rab lady if’n it wasn’t true, since that’d be shameful upon them Muslim cultures. So’n they’d only say it was a woman if’n it was.
In the end, that was what he settled on. He wouldn’t bet money it was a woman, but he guessed it was. Besides’n, he could talk to a woman as though she was real, and t’wouldn’t hurt nuttin’ if’n turned out to be a fleshlight. He invited her to come see him in his and Lem’s li’l home on the rig, but she ain’t ne’er come.
The weird thing was that Buck ne’er did see nobody come in or outta the gloryhole room — that’s the room on t’other side, where’n the purportory lady was on her knees. Lotta fellers came in and outta the hole side, but not the side with the lady. Even if’n it was a fleshlight, somebody gotsta go in and out.
Buck poked his head into the slurpy side once, during the day, and there wasn’t nuttin’ ‘t all in it ‘cept the ghosts of cigarettes. No fleshlight, no knee pads, no hijabis, no ashtray, no bucketful of nutjuice. Smelled of unfiltered cigarettes though. Later on, Buck’s buddy Lem started going in and outta the hole room. Lem said that he was allowed cuz the lady in there love black dick so much — Lem was black as charcoal, and he got a dick that was somehow even darker ‘an him.
The whole room
Lem was the one who told Buck about “the hole room”. Buck first thought Lem said “the whole room”, and he was mystified about what that meant.
“You can stick it in the hole in the hole room,” Lem said — Buck thought — and when Lem saw that Buck didn’t get it, Lem repeated it. “The hole room. Stick ya dick in it.”
“I stick my dick in the whole room?”
Lem nodded. He rolled his eyes. “C’mon, whiteboy, you walkin’ ’round wit’ a hardon, I seen that. Let’s go. It’s nasty, and ain’t nobody enjoy peepin’ that. You got a hundred bucks?” He grabbed Buck’s dick through his oil-soaked jeans.
“I still dunno what you mean!” Buck said with a grin. “I put my whole dick in the room?”
“That ain’t what I said,” Lem said. “You are one straight-up retarded white-trash bigfoot.” He opened the door and went in. Buck followed. Lem pointed to a hole in the wall and said, “There.”
Buck looked at the hole. He furrowed his brow. He still hadn’t realize this was the hole room, not the whole room — Buck wasn’t much of a reader, so he wasn’t even aware those words were spelled differently. “This is it?” Buck asked, meaning is this the entire room?
So he was surprised when Lem nodded. “Yep. Ain’t you was in jail a couple weeks, right?”
Buck had told Lem that, about when Buck and his post-high-school wrestling team had gotten drunk and picked a fight, Buck spent two weeks in jail. Lem had spent nine years in prison.
The hole was the only thing in the room. It stank in here, but other than that, Buck didn’t know why he had come here. He smiled like this was a prank he understood. He looked into the hole, but all he saw on the other side of the wall was another empty room.
“Ain’t ya jail got a gloryhole?” Lem said. He had a lopsided grin, which revealed his yellowed teeth. He took a folded hundred-dollar bill out of the pocket of his workjeans. He undid the belt, let the jeans fall to his ankles, then waddled to the hole. He lowered his underwear just enough to bare his crotch.
“You put ya dick in there?! You pissin’?” Buck’s eyes opened wide and he stepped back. He couldn’t actually see Lem’s cock from behind, but it was obvious where he had placed it. “What — What the fuck, Lem? What’s in there?! Is it gettin’ cut off?”
“You gots a fool mind, redneck. You think I’s stickin’ my dick in a hole to cut it off?” Lem asked. He had an odd look on his face that Buck couldn’t identify, and Lem’s ropy muscles all flexed like he was humping the hole.From Buck the Roughneck