I had been before, really, but my first visits were not as expected. Once, when much younger, I had gone with my then boyfriend. He was very excited about it...until the first large dick had started spurting into my guts. I was enjoying anonymous sex, he was missing out. I had to promise not to go back (but I did....more later).

The next time was with my wife. She was sucking dick after dick, and we would share the cum in passionate kisses. Most guys didn't know. Some bent down and got hard viewing the perversion on the other side, so we gave him two mouths instead of one. Eventually she let me suck cock first, and then share. 

I was addicted to cock sucking in no time. My wife really got off on it. We first learned she  was a squirter in a booth with a hard cock blowing down my guts and filthy talk through the hole. 

My wife was going away for a weekend, the same weekend of one of our trips to the local club's glory hole. I was disappointed...until my wife suggested l go alone...and make sure she was on the phone. It was so kinky, I couldn't say no. 

The big day finally arrived. I decided to go all out and didn't wear any underwear, my balls hanging free, my dick already leaking pre-cum. I organised a hole and sat down to wait. Eventually the time arrived and I went in. I pulled out the phone and dialed, but before I could talk, a cock was shoved through the hole. I decided my wife could just listen while I greedily and very noisily sucked that good sized, uncut cock. With plenty of saliva, I went to work. I worked the head. I worked the shaft. I worked the shaft and the head. From the phone all l could hear was some moaning. From the other side of the wall, all l could hear was moaning. It was very erotic. My cock was a mess of rubbed in pre-cum, with plenty more leaking on the floor. 

He blew. Man, did he blow. I never had a chance to take it all in. About half of it ended up on my clothes, or on the phone. About half was greedily swallowed by a cum whore.

The dick was pulled back but very quickly replaced. I let it hang for a moment while I got out of my cum drenched shirt. The dick was gripped and shaken at me. "C'mon fag, suck it." 

It was like a blow. It was the first time somebody had called me a fag in the middle of sex...sort of. And it felt  good. It certainly felt good to the wife, whose voice l could just hear squealing over the phone.

"C'mon fag," came the voice again, "let me cum in you." I fell to my knees and worked my way on my knees towards his dick, like l imagined he would want. Fag. I was a fag. I half sucked, and half let him fucked my mouth. I hoped he could sense my elation as he worked my mouth with his solid fuck stick. I hoped his abuse of me was because of a special connection. But most of all, I hoped l was just another pathetic faggot sucking his dick, deserving of his nut and nothing more.