rubber tubing felt soft around my ass. I felt a rotating hand caress my firm buttocks. Then I felt two hands spread my cheeks apart. Someone was checking to see how much lube would be needed. I hope they thought it was a lot. They must have because next, I felt a wet warm finger on the rim of my anus and then I felt a gooey substance being forced into my ass. It was like getting an enema. Next, a slender finger entered me. This was okay, I thought. I can handle this. The finger moved in and out of my asshole a few times. Then I felt something like hard rubber. It must’ve been a fat butt plug. I had used these a few times on guys who wanted me to fuck them in the ass but weren’t sure if they could really take it. This hurt, but after a few minutes of it, my sphincter muscles relaxed and it started to feel incredibly good. This only lasted a few seconds when I felt a stinging belt across my cheeks. I was holding the grab bars with all my might and I realized this was the purpose of the lashing, just to get me to hold on tighter to prepare for what was coming. After a quick re-greasing, I felt the head of an enormous cock being wedged into my small brown hole. He slowly pushed it back and forth coaxing me to relent and accept his member. The head of his cock was in me now and I braced for the oncoming stab of penetration. It was like nothing I’d ever felt. If it hadn’t been for the grab bars, I would have tumbled onto the floor. I almost gave up but kept my ass pinned to the hole in the wall so this well-hung stranger could fuck my ass. My glory hole had never taken such a blistering dong. I was hard again.

My asshole had relaxed a little so I jacked off while I was still being fucked. Within seconds cum shot from my cock and coated the wall in front of me with milky liquid. Somewhere I heard a soft chime and the cock inside my ass quickly withdrew. The force of my orgasm and my hole being released caused me to fall onto the toilet. I heard three more chimes. They sounded like chimes I had heard in a Buddhist monastery. I looked at my watch. My time was up.

I gathered my pants up and took a few moments to recover. Then I exited the booth, dropped the key in the bank and left the building.

Walking down the path, I started wondering how I could arrange to come to San Francisco more often or who knows pretty soon I might find a Three Booths in other cities – my kind of chain.