Glory Hole

NBA players, football players, black or white or brown, it didn’t matter. Height didn’t matter. Cock-wise, Aaron was the biggest. He proved it too. He fucked every woman that wanted him at the pool in a matter of hours.

Selina and Tamara were among them, and the last ones standing too. Once Tamara was completely down, her pussy and asshole filled several times over and bubbling with his cum, Aaron chose to move onto another section of Hedonism. An iconic section that every man went to at least once out of curiosity.

The glory hole.

One side for the males, the other side for females.

Selina gave a wink as she went to the female side. “It’s always fun to see other chicks try you out,” Selina explained. The hot cat lady gave him a kiss on the cheek before disappearing.

Aaron opened the brown door to the male glory hole side. The floor and the ceiling was made of dark spruce wooden planks. To the left side were the holes themselves, each separated by a foot of distance. A pungent smell of sex wafted over. Almost immediately, the thwap of his cock was noted.

“Sweet mother of Jesus—that is what I call a man!”

Aaron was sincerely surprised that a dude would want to talk to him jovially. He was a black man with perfect English, probably not Jamaican, and with a widow’s peak. He wasn’t particularly attractive or unattractive, and he wasn’t particularly hung or small either.

“You white boys seriously gotta take it to another level.” The black man shook his head and laughed heartily. “Aaron Cash is the name.”

Aaron blinked. “Aaron.”

“Huh?”

“Aaron Reigner.”

A pause. A long pause. Aaron Cash looked at the hung white man with the same name as him, bottom-to-top. This other Aaron had a cock that was literally triple his size.

However, Aaron was doing the same. He was scanning this man, noting that his left hand was a hyper realistic prosthetic made by Wayne Tech.

“Gotham?”

“You from Gotham, ain't ya?”

A small finger to point at each other. What a coincidence!

“Haha, two Aarons in the house and both from Gotham.”

They shook hands and Aaron—the other one—gestured to follow. “We’ll be starting up in five minutes.” Cash gestured again to a custodian. With gloves and a towel, he was cleaning the holes and the floor. Scrubbing it to perfection. Aaron was impressed by his dedication, this random janitor was the only who with clothes and the only one not to look.

“Is there a schedule?”

“Somethin’ like that,” Cash said. “More like a break. Not everyone has huge balls that can spew out a billion loads.”

“Right…”

“You make it sound like you can.”

“...”

This glory hole section had others obviously and they were shocked by the sound of thwap, thwap, thwap, from the fresh new guy on the block. Some were leaning on the wall or sitting or pumping to wait for the next turn. Seeing Aaron made every male in the room’s confidence crash.

“Look,” Cash began, glancing over, “I don’t wanna be loud but goddamn! That thing is huge!”

“Thanks.”

“Ya know, out here, they make fun of us Gothamites for being small. But damn, with you, our average is going straight up! You plan to nut in every single lady?” Aaron Cash asked, half-joking.

“I’ll do my best.”

They were standing around. Cash crossed his arms, leaning beside a hole. “You fucked anyone yet?”

“Tamara Fox.”

“Wait, wait…all those shrieks from the pool area…that was you!?” Aaron nodded. The other Aaron whistled. “Damn, makes sense. That rich bitch was really picky about size. Rejected me in a single look. But you’re a lucky bastard! You know how rich she is? You're set for life.”

Right, as a Gotham citizen, bagging Tamara Fox was a huge deal. The men eavesdropping didn’t realize the big deal. The Arkham Asylum guard snickered, noticing their confusion.

“White or black, it don't matter. Gotham is Gotham. Especially out here…trust me, some guys hate us ‘cuz they ain't us.”

Aaron joined him, arms crossed and everything. He glanced at him with some meaning. “What happened to your hand if you don't mind my asking?”

The fingers of his left hand flexed with mechanical clicks. It wasn’t too difficult to heart. “Killer Croc. I worked at Arkham Asylum and what happened happened. Nowadays though, that kind of stunt would never happen.”

“Oh?”

“Lucius Fox really changed shit. I'm on vacation leave, see, that's why I'm here.” Cash laughed. “Can you believe that? An Arkham Asylum guard getting vacation leave? Ridiculous. The city really has changed.”

A swell of pride thrummed his heart. Gotham had changed. Gotham was changing. Not only for ordinary people but for those with shitty jobs too. What was considered the worst of the worst, a job in Arkham Asylum, was becoming something manageable.

Aaron Cash: a Gothamite through and through, who spent his entire working life serving the city's law enforcement and security services, who wanted nothing but to improve the city, was now on vacation. Ten years ago, hell four years ago, that wouldn’t have been possible for people like him. Bruce, Jim Gordon, Aaron Cash, these were the kinds of men that did everything in their power to make things better.

And they were. They were getting better. They were better.

“Now a question from me to you…how can I get meat that big?”

A beat and then a synchronized chuckle. He was only joking. Mostly.

“You have someone in mind you want?” Aaron asked.

Cash’s reply was accompanied with a big smile. “Onyx Adams, the Queen of Hedonism. Nice and tall and athletic, just like I like ‘em.”

“Queen?”

“I hear she comes here often, except she doesn’t actually fuck around. She has super high standards, you feel me? Buddy of mine, William North, he was one of the lucky ones. Bald bastard got squeezed like a lemon. Couldn’t nut for a good month.”

A month? Sheesh, talk about extreme. “Want me to help you bag her?”

“Help me?” Cash pointedly looked down at Aaron’s schlong. “My white brother, it would be impossible for me to bag her when you're even remotely close.” A peak again. “Seriously, bro, that is the biggest dick I have ever seen. I'm seven inches on my best day—”

Clap, clap. Not lewd claps from sex but a friendly applause.

“I know only one dude with a schlong that big.”

Aaron's ears felt like they were playing tricks. His head turn was in slow motion. He blinked thrice. “Todd? Noah?”

Todd—neat black hair, scrawny build. Noah—dark-skinned, over six feet tall, jacked like a girl recently broke up with him, and with greys in his coiled hair. The two he met during the Harley-Ivy attack. The two he befriended and talked to all the time when he worked at Wayne Tech. He played basketball with them on the weekends when he had the time. It wasn’t a regular thing, only when he had to clear his head or something.

“Hey buddy, what’s up!” Todd flashed a grin and then extended a hand. Aaron was about to take it only for Noah to pull back. “Too slow! Haha!”

He wasn’t annoyed. These two were probably his only real civilian friends. Aaron laughed and completely uncrossed his arms. He felt himself relaxing. “I can’t believe you two are here. It’s been a while.”

“A while? You mean months,” Todd exclaimed. “You know, you never did tell us how and why you quit. What do you even do?”

Oh, right. He was a chef at the Wayne Mansion, something Bruce said not to tell anyone.

“Jamaica ain’t cheap either,” Noah added. “Tickets were expensive, tour was expensive, this place was expensive…”

“Right, how did you get in here?”

Noah and Todd shared looks. “Tamara Fox came in,” Todd said, laughing nervously. “And, well, she wanted somebody to take them, nobody did, she did a raffle, and well…here we are.”

“Right…” Aaron looked between them. “Still a bit weird how you two came together.”

Todd didn’t miss a beat. “Noah was self-concious—”

“I was not!”

Between the two, the scrawny white guy had a bigger dick than the muscled black Noah. Which kinda made it worse in some respects.

Todd ignored his friend. “I'm average but kinda ugly and Noah got a one inch numb but is good-looking—”

“Todd, shut up.”

“So it was a strategy.” Aaron snorted. “Nice one, guys.”

“Hey, not all of us had massive dongs, a six-pack, and a majestic face.” Todd glanced down. He blew out some air through his mouth. “And Jesus, man, did that thing get bigger since the Harley-Ivy attack? What do you feed it?”

Noah huffed and looked. Poor guy. He was attractive enough, just not blessed down there. “I did hear some lucky men gained certain…aptitude after the matter.”

Todd snickered and leaned forward to whisper, “He's jealous ‘cuz he didn't get it.”

“Todd?”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Shut up.”

Todd cackled. “Come on, dude, everyone wants a bigger dick. No shame in it.”

"Anyway," Noah huffed in a deep voice. “What's your deal, Aaron? Aren't you married or something?”

“More of an…engagement. Of sorts. We have an open relationship.”

“Damn, an open relationship?” That was the other Aaron speaking, the armless one. “You from New York now? We Gothamites are supposed to be the monogamous ones.”

“Ohh, you’re from Gotham too!” Todd exclaimed. “Nice to meet you, I’m Todd!”

Introductions were in order. They went around, briefly discussing their work, with both Noah and Todd being impressed and shocked that he worked at Arkham Asylum.

“No offence—actually, full offence,” Todd began, “but you guys are shit are your jobs. Like, I swear, Arkham Asylum is the most insecure prison ever. Joker gets up every other weak.”

“It’s not a prison,” Cash shot back.

“Wait, then why do we send Joker there?”

“I dunno, ask the damn judges, not me!” Cash grumbled. “We just keep ‘em locked up.”

“Ah-hah! So it is a prison.”

Noah groaned. “Todd, please shut up.”

“Anyway, Aaron!” Todd put both hands on his hips and beamed. “The whole gang is back together. You know, from the attack! Even Giovanni!”

“He’s here?”

“Yep! Won the lottery like us! There were six tickets!”

“Hm. What's he up to?”

“Plowing his girl in the hotel area,” Noah answered.

Benita, the lady in the long orange dreads. Aaron remembered pounding away at her.

“Yeah, that dude pretty much can only fuck her ass after what you did, man.” Todd sighed when he looked at the flaccid ten inch monster that was Aaron’s dick. “Genuinely how is his dick so big…” Another sigh. “This isn’t fair…”

Noah was the same, thinking, “That’s like ten of my penises.”

Because in spite of being friends, they were still men and Aaron’s boggled the mind. Luckily, Noah and Todd were friends and did know him so it wasn’t as bad as it could be.

“How does he even have the bloodflow to fill that thing, seriously…?”

“This how those college snow bunnies be taking D1 athletes off the market.”

“I'm a D1 athlete and I would give anything to be that big. His soft cock is probably twice the size of my hard cock, damn.”

There was a small ring. The janitor was finished. Aaron surmised that meant it was time.

“Alright, boys,” Cash announced, “let's line-up.”

Every man proceeded to line up, go to their hole, and get hard. To plunge through the hole required a full erection. For someone like Noah who was a grower, that was especially true. For Aaron, the elite of BWCs, flaccid or hard, it didn’t matter. He shoved his cock through the glory hole and awaited.

‘I wonder who I’ll get.’