Christmas Eve with Gloryhole Glenda

Copyright 2021 by Limnophile

Permission granted to print or repost for non-commercial use if author is credited.

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I only offer this to entertain. If at least a few people get their feelings tugged around, I consider my mission accomplished. If I can give somebody a few laughs, or inspire an orgasm, that's even better.

Thanks to the editors and authors who have helped me improve my writing from 'Painfully Godawful' to 'Below Average'. I hope at least one of them will look at this and not hate it.

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Germaphobes and homophobes, please leave now. This is NOT a plain old vanilla loving couple story. Prepare to be surprised and maybe disturbed.

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I was on the way home from shopping, after my third week of work at a pharmaceutical company. I was happy I finally got my first paycheck, and even happier it had a yearly bonus on it. I started just in time to qualify. Nearly a month's pay extra!

I badly needed to take a piss, so I pulled into a gas station and saw it was closed. The sign showed they were open from 6am to 9pm, and it was 9:15. I cursed, "Dammit!"

It was an almost rural residential area, and there were no other businesses open for miles in either direction. I figured checking if the men's room was locked would be worth it. If I were lucky, I might save driving with an aching bladder.

I was much luckier than I thought. The bathroom was unlocked, and the light was on. There was no urinal but two stalls, and I quickly walked in the closer one. I did my business, and noticed a hole in the side of the stall. Written next to the hole was, "Blowjobs $50".

I laughed and pulled my shorts up after flushing. I'd seen some fake gloryholes in men's rooms before, usually with crude but clever jokes written near them. This one appeared to be real. I could see the hole went all the way through the side of the wooden stall divider, and there was tape over the rough edges of the hole.

I laughed again, and heard somebody clear their throat in the next stall! Somebody was in there! I nervously said, "Blowjobs fifty bucks. Hahaha!"

I heard fingernails tap on the divider.

I chuckled, saying, "Who would put money in a hole in a wall, then stick their cock in, hoping for a blowjob?"

There was more tapping next to the hole, and I saw two fingers protrude through to my side. The fingers had long natural fingernails, painted with dark purple nail polish.

I wondered aloud, "So if I give you fifty bucks, you'll really suck me off?"

The fingers curled a few times to say, "Give me the money."

I hadn't had sex since my last girlfriend several months earlier. It was risky, but I thought the worst that would happen was whoever was on the other side would run off with the money. It wouldn't be a big loss, for the chance of oral sex.

I took a fifty from my wallet and stuck it between the fingers in the hole, then pulled my boxers down. I slid my soft penis through the hole, and felt a hand on it. I suddenly got afraid but pushed back my nervousness. The fingers on me were feeling pretty good.

I started to stiffen, and felt something wet, warm, and wonderful on the head of my cock. In only a couple of minutes, I squirted a large load of semen into the unseen mouth. "UNGH! UH! UH! Yeah! So good!"

I pulled back from the hole and started to zip up, but still felt a little horny. "Uh, do you mind doing that again, for another fifty?"

The fingers motioned for me to pay again, and I happily took another bill from my wallet.

I got another quick but great blowjob, and happily went home.

Two or three times a week, I'd find something to do from the time I finished work at 6 until the gas station closed at 9. Several times the stall was in use, and I waited until another guy shyly walked out, before paying for some more excellent fellatio. Several times when I finished and walked out, there was another guy waiting.

I even went there many times on days I wasn't working. It was more than worth driving half an hour each way on my day off.

I was on the way home from work on Christmas Eve and stopped again. I doubted she would be there, but it wouldn't hurt to check. I went in the stall, and a much smaller pair of fingers reached through the hole to get my money. They had short red fingernails.

I asked, "What happened to the other one?"

The voice of a young lady said, "Dad's sick. I know what to do. Please? We need the money."

I was shocked! "DAD!"

I had been getting blowjobs from a MAN for three months! A MAN with long purple fingernails? And his DAUGHTER wanted to suck my dick too? I was flabbergasted! My mind tried going in ten directions at once.

The girl pleaded, "Please? I'm 18, and I've sucked a few guys off before. We need another eighty for his medicine. Please?"

I felt disgusted, mostly with myself. I took out my wallet and said, "Here's some money. You don't have to do anything." I passed a hundred through the hole.

"This is so great! Thank you! Thank you!"

I thought a moment, "I'll give you another hundred if you take me to your dad. I want to say thanks."

She was hesitant. "Uh ... I don't know. You're not going to arrest him, or beat him up, or anything?"

"No. He made me very happy, and I want to thank him. Maybe I can help."

"Okay."

I heard her stall open and walked out to meet her. The top of the brunette's head was barely as tall as my shoulder. She shook my hand. "I'm Cindy. Thanks for helping us."

"James, and I'm glad to meet you."

"Maybe it's weird, but dad likes to be called 'Glenda' instead of Glen. Please call him 'Glenda'".

I nodded. The name was far less of a shock than finding out I'd been getting oral from a man.

She led me to a small one-bedroom apartment with very little in it. The living room held a faded sofa, coffee table made from a pallet with old paint cans for legs, and a raggedy old recliner. In a corner was a small desk, an office chair with torn fabric, and a large desktop computer about as old as the girl. Two piles of clothing were neatly stacked next to the sofa.

She took my hand and said, "He's in here."

In the bedroom I saw a man much larger than myself, probably half a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier. He laid on his back on a mattress on the floor. I saw him coughing, sweating, and shivering as he slept.

He wasn't even remotely attractive-looking, and probably wouldn't be attractive to other men or women either, but I oddly felt love for him because of all the pleasure he had given me.

Cindy moved to wake him, but I quietly said, "Shhhh. Let's let him sleep." I knelt and gently touched his dark hair, then closed the door quietly as we left the bedroom.

She asked, "Do you want some hot cocoa? We have cocoa and cookies. And candy canes! Or do you like donuts?"

I thought to myself, "And people wonder why diabetes is so common, and there's a big obesity problem?"

One night of indulgence wouldn't hurt, so I humored the girl. "Cocoa and a cookie sounds nice."

I sat on the sofa and she brought cocoa and cookies. "The doctor says Dad needs these medicines. Thanks for the money. Now I can get them in the morning."

On the table I saw medical paperwork for a patient "Glen / Glenda Brennart. Gender: Other. Bronchitis and pneumonia..."

It listed three medications, and I knew I had samples of two of them in the trunk of my car.

"I need to get something, Cindy. I'll be back in a minute."

I got the antibiotic samples from the trunk, and had a thought. It was Christmas Eve. Their computer was ancient, and I had just bought a new laptop as a gift to myself. My 3-year-old laptop at home still worked, and they needed the new one far more than I did.

When I walked back in, I saw Glen was sitting next to Cindy on the couch, coughing into a tissue. Only one of his hands had the long purple fingernails. The other hand looked plain and masculine.

Cindy said, "Dad, this is James. He gave me money, so we can get your medicine now!"

I looked at Cindy, as I held a box behind my back. "I met Santa Clause outside."

Before she looked at the box, she said, "I'm not a little kid, I graduate in five months. I don't believe in..."

I held out the box, and she saw the picture of the laptop and shrieked. "REEEEE! YES! THANK YOU!" She gave me a hug and happily put the box on the desk and opened it.

I handed Glenda a plastic bag of antibiotic samples. "Take one of each of these twice a day. You'll only need to buy this one." I pointed at the bottom medication on the list.

He objected between loud coughs. "We don't take charity. I can't accept this..."

I said, "It's not charity. Your blowjobs are amazing, Glenda. This is a tip. I hope you feel better soon. Have a Merry Christmas."

Glenda nodded as he coughed.

A tear came to his eye, as he said, "Nobody wants to call me 'Glenda'. Thank you!" He hugged my waist as he sat on the couch, then rested his cheek on the front of my pants. I remembered all the times I climaxed with his face the same distance from my legs. My penis surprised me by beginning to swell, and I gently pushed away.

I handed Cindy one of my business cards and said, "If you're having trouble and you think you need to do blowjobs for money, you call me first, okay?"

She hugged my waist. "I will. Thanks! Thank you so much!"

I reiterated, "Seriously, call me first. I'll either help you again, or at least be a good customer."

She nodded. I was 32, and could barely believe I had just offered to pay a high school student for sex.

I told Glenda, "I won't see you in the bathroom in a few days, because I'll be in the other stall. Take care of yourself."

He sounded like a sick frog, saying, "Thanks!"

I checked every night, and the restroom was empty five nights in a row. On New Years' Eve, Glenda gave me another wonderful blowjob through the hole in the wall. I started the new year squirting my sperm into an ugly man's mouth, but it felt great. I tried hard to be happily ignorant again, imagining Glenda looked like Taylor Swift but with bigger tits.

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