The Dimensional Gloryhole

Written by Gregory Hanes

The hour of the night was late as MT, the Masked Twink, slowly made his way across the unfamiliar countryside between Arkansas and Oklahoma. MT had been driving the long cross-country roads all day. He was on his way to a ski resort in Colorado, and although it would have been easier to have simply taken a plane, MT thought it would be a fun little adventure to take in the sights...and perhaps also take in some strip clubs, a couple of bars, and a few one-night stands along the way. Having always been the adventurous sort, MT was often prone to making pretty poor decisions; like venturing down strange country back-roads not shown on the map. The Masked Twink had been following the same stretch of road for hours, and still found himself no closer to anything even remotely resembling civilization.

It had been quite a while since his last pit-stop, and MT had long been feeling strongly as though his bladder was going to explode. He was about to just pull over to the side of the road and drain his main vein when suddenly a faint light appeared over the horizon. It was the first bright thing besides the stars he'd seen since sundown. MT sped ahead and was further relieved to find that the lights were coming from a gas station. The place looked a little rundown, but MT didn't care. He was damn near on the verge of pissing himself (something he'd done many times before in fetish films, but it's far less arousing when there's no one around to jack off to it). MT parked his car and rushed to the Men's room,

"I've got to drain my hog first! I'll buy some gas and ask for directions after I'm through." he said to himself.

Standing in one of the stalls of the dirty old restroom, MT had all but finished relieving himself when suddenly a sound no louder than the coo of a dove caught his ear. 

"Psst! Down here!" MT heard a faint voice whisper. "Hey, pal! Down here! Come on! Pop it in! Let me suck your dick!"

The Masked Twink looked down to his right to see a small hole cut into the side of the stall; a gloryhole! Although it is generally bad practice to get one's dick sucked by complete strangers in the filthy restroom of a nowhere gas station, MT was horny and seldom sensible when his balls were fully loaded.

"Let me have it. Come on! I'll suck it good and swallow every drop." the voice continued to plea.

Without giving it any more thought, MT smiled and slipped his semi-erect penis, still dripping with droplets of piss, through the hole, and said very boastfully,

"Come on then, dude! Let me have it!" 

However, no sooner had the Twink slipped his big dick through the hole than something completely unexpected occurred. A strange flash of light filled the room and a bizarre hum resounded all around him.

"What the fuck's going on?!" MT fearfully exclaimed.

The Masked Twink tried to pull his cock back through the gloryhole, but quickly found that he could not. His dick was trapped by some manner of unearthly suction.

"Fuckin' Goddamn Shit! I'm Stuck!" MT yelled as he struggled to pull himself free. "Let Go! Give It Back!" He continued to yell.

His own voice suddenly started to sound strange to him. There was an echo, and the sound seemed almost confined. As MT looked up and around he noticed the lights from the bathroom were gone, but the stall he was standing in still remained lit. It was as if everything within the stall; all the air, every sound, even every particle of light were locked inside some kind of temporal displacement. This thought severely worried the masked boy, for his precious "meat-cannon" was still sticking outside the stall through the gloryhole. What had become of the Masked Twink's world-famous cock?!

This perplexing situation soon gave way to even more mystery for MT suddenly felt a strange sensation engulf the crown of his fleshy member. Something cold, wet, and slimy had begun feeling up the head and shaft of MT's rock-hard cock.

"UURRGGHH!! The Fuck Is That? What The Hell Is Feeling Up My Dick?! And Why The Fuck Is It So Damn Cold?!" the Twink said to himself.

Whatever it was felt organic and somewhat cylindrical, yet it tapered off to a knobby point near the end. After a moment MT began to imagine that there was some manner of slimy tentacle feeling up his cock. This thought only further acted to frighten and repulse the young model.

"Get The Fuck Off Me, You Gross Fuck!" MT yelled as he tried frantically to pull himself free.

However the strange force that withheld his penis continued to keep him bound...but that was not all. After a moment or two of being cock-molested by this unseen alien tentacle, the Twink felt a sharp painful tug on his shaft which caused him to slam against the wall of the stall. The creature had taken a firm hold of MT's massive boner and was apparently trying to run away with it.

"No! No! Stop! Let Go!! LET GO!!!" the Masked Twink screamed in his loudest voice, but still the painful tugging persisted.

The biology of the creature attempting to steal MT's cock away was strange. The tentacle felt like soft spongy water but still had enough substantial mass to pull on MT's cock with great force. Before long the pain became unbearable. The stall echoed with the Masked Twink's terrible agonized cries. It felt like his big fat cock was about to be ripped right out by the root. Then, just when it seemed like all was lost, the pain abruptly stopped. For a moment the Masked Twink feared his dick might be gone until he realized that he was still trapped by it.

"The Fuck?!" MT gasped amidst exhausted panting. "What the shit is going on here?!"

Before MT could truly wrap his head around what had just happened a new sensation soon overtook his cockhead.

"Oh No!" the Twink moaned.

An overwhelming tingling sensation quickly encompassed the young model's cock growing more intense by the second. It felt as if millions upon thousands of tiny insects were swarming all over his penis. The Masked Twink slammed his palms against the wood of the stall as the sensation gradually intensified. After several minutes it no longer felt like millions of tiny little bugs crawling on his dick; it quickly began to feel as though they were running a marathon across it! The feeling soon became more than MT could bare. It didn't hurt, but it was such a rapid and immense tickle until it completely overwhelmed the sensitive glands of the Twink's prized "man-pipe".

"Make It Stop! Make It Stop!! MAKE IT STOP!!!" MT shouted as he repeatedly pounded his fist against the wall of the stall.

Unfortunately for the Twink the sensation only grew worse, for it soon started to feel as though the tiny antlike insects had found their way up inside his urethra, and were parading around inside his "cum-chute".

"AH, GODDAMNIT!! WHY?!!" The Masked Twink cried on the border of tears.

The sensation was driving the poor boy mad! His young body was completely soaked with sweat; his hot-pink tank top was drenched with his own perspiration, and his tight leather pants clung to his calves and thighs as the salty moisture glided over the fabric. His heart raced as his pupils rolled back up inside of his head. MT had started going into violent convulsions. He screamed liked a maniac and began slamming his entire body against the wooden stall in a frenzied fit.

The whole fiasco must have went on for nearly twenty minutes before just as suddenly as it started the feeling left him, and all returned to an uneasy calm. The Masked Twink was truly an unbelievable sight to see; so wet with sweat was he until he looked as though he had been half-drowned in a river. The boy just stood there quaking in his boots half out of breath; his mouth left gaping open like an undead zombie. Try though he may, he still could not pull his dick free from the hellish gloryhole. MT desperately tried to catch his breath. He was exhausted beyond what words could describe, but despite all that had just transpired, the nightmare STILL was not yet done.

At that moment, MT again felt a powerful tug on his rod, but this tug was like no other he had felt before. The force was far greater than what was applied by the tentacle which had tried to castrate him earlier, and yet it was somehow no where near as painful. It felt as though MT's penis was being stretched out like a rubber hose, and pulled through the turbulent waves of time and space. The flood of feelings that coursed through MT's thick manhood surpassed all earthly descriptors. Through his elongated boner, the Masked Twink not only felt a strange blend of physical pain and pleasure, but also a wave of quintessential emotions: love, hate, jealousy, sorrow, greed, fear...all the emotions throughout time immortal were surging through the flesh of his rod and washing back over his entire mind and body. A million billion worlds and faces all flashed across the threshold of his mind at once. 

The Twink found himself trapped in a psychedelic maelstrom of cosmic proportions. He began to think he was going mad as he found himself overcome with feelings of both unbridled bliss and unmentionable terror; seeing worlds and creatures beyond description. It began to feel as though a billion of hands and soft moist tongues were simultaneously caressing the shaft and crown of his warm hard member. The sensation flooded through him from his soles to the top of his head until finally, after what felt like an eternity, the Twink felt himself release into the unseen aether of the unknown beyond. The power of his orgasm sent his body into an uncontrollable seizure; causing him to jerk around wildly slamming his body violently against the hard wooden stall. Gradually the convulsions slowly diminished into strong twitches and shivers until the very last drop of his warm semen was expelled into the cold unknown. Only then, after the final tiny droplet of cum dripped from the crown of his cockhead, did MT feel his cock be set free.

The Twink quickly pulled himself free from the nightmare gloryhole and erupted from the stall; throwing his full weight against the door which opened without resistance. The Masked Twink stumbled over to the sink and stood bracing himself against the basin. Heavily he panted, on the verge of passing out, as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was drenched all over and throughout with his own sweat. The nether regions of his young body were left marinating in a hot stanky musk. Then without warning, the door to the stall adjacent to the one in which MT had just undergone his harrowing experience opened. Part of MT wanted to make a mad dash for it, but he was still too weak. 

"I'd never make it to the door" he thought.

Another part of him however was overcome with curiosity. He wanted to know who or what was responsible for what had just occurred, but to the Masked Twink's bewildering shock all that emerged from the stall was a tall bald man wearing a black trench-coat. Nothing about him looked out of the ordinary. He just looked like a tall bald-headed man no older than forty. The tall man strolled past MT just as casual as could be. Not at all taken aback by the Masked Twink's despondent appearance, the man merely waved and smiled saying only,

"Thanks for the cock, man!"

Then with nary another word the tall man winked at the cute twink and walked out of the restroom. After taking a second to compose himself, the Masked Twink bolted out after him, but the man was no where to be found.

Though still shaken by the experience, MT tried to brush off the entire event telling himself it must have been nerves and a severe lack of sleep. He made up his mind that he'd pull into the next Motel 6 to rest it all off, but upon making it back to his car he realized he must have dropped his keys back in the restroom. Having no other choice, MT returned to the Men's room to retrieve his missing keys; telling himself repeatedly that the whole thing was all just in his head. The Masked Twink soon found his keys laying on the floor. He picked them up and darted for the door only to find that it would not open. A cold chill ran down his spine as he heard the same bizarre hum from before. MT felt a sudden warm breath breathing down his neck, and a frightened sigh escaped from his lips as an inhuman voice whispered in his ear,

"You've got a cute ass too."