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The town I live in just opened one of those adult book stores. Guess what they are advertising? Private movies in a cubbie of your own. We all know what that means. Gloryhole open and ready for business. Thankfully, I got a part-time job there and can monitor all the fun.

My first night on the job shocked me. A lot of my friend’s husbands better be glad I signed a NDA to not disclose who I see there. Even my best friend with the perfect marriage. It was shocking when her perfect cookie-cutter image is no more. Well, not for me at least. I have learned that he is a closet homosexual and uses the Gloryhole to feed his need for men. Of course, I will never tell a soul other than all of you, but I hope one day his wife finds out.

A Gloryhole is a very dirty place.

I watch man after man walked down to the end of the hall and slip into that booth. Each night we seal the holes in the wall, but why? Each day they open them up and the entire room needs to be washed down with a bucket of bleach. I’ve never in my life seen that much cum. Guess what else they love and we sell tons of? Poppers. We have so many popper boys. All love to buy a fresh batch and masturbate right there in the store. I assume their wives would never approve.

Have you been to a Gloryhole? How about I save you a seat in ours? One where the walls are already covered in cum and all you need to do is suck off the man in the next room. Well, unless you want to take your chances and push your dick through. Go ahead, I dare you!