Inglorious Hole

Juan flashed the high-beam settings on his head lights as his car coasted down the highway exit ramp bathing a small brick building in the distance with light.  He didn’t see any other cars in the small parking lot and sighed in relief as his car came to a stop a few spaces beyond the illuminated sphere of the parking lot’s sole lamp post.  Juan had been wanting to visit this rest stop off Route H for some time, but didn’t’ have the resolve until tonight.
Juan didn’t consider himself gay in the least.  In fact, the main reason he was on Route H was because he was on his way to surprise his fiancée for a weekend visit.  However, Juan had always had fantasies about being with another man, going so far as to peruse online hookup sites — though never quite following through.  Tonight, however, was different.
He had long been curious about glory holes, and the information from the seediest corners of the internet made this rest stop seem like the perfect place to find one.  Route H had been bypassed by a new interstate the year before, thinning traffic and making this out of the way rest stop even more secluded which calmed Juan’s nerves about hooking up in public. He still found it hard to believe that he - a man in his early forties - was doing something so brazen. It was reckless, yet weirdly erotic.
Juan’s car idled in the spot long enough for several songs to play on the radio, but Juan’s clammy hands were gripped to the steering wheel.  He was nervous and was waiting for just the right moment to make his move.  The jarringly upbeat rifts of the latest pop music sensation started on the radio just as Juan turned off the ignition and stepped out of the car.
The outside air was hot and heavy with humidity despite being after three in the morning.  It was so humid that beads of sweat began to form almost instantly on Juan’s forehead. As he approached the small brick building, he ran a hand through his jet black hair, which was now matting to his forehead, the metal of his engagement ring cool against his scalp.
The rest stop building was small and had only two doors.  Juan felt a wave of paranoia and quickly ducked his head into the women’s room. It was totally dark and quiet.  He then darted into the men’s room where he flipped on the light and was surprised at how immaculate the small restroom with two toilets and one urinal was.  The gleaming white sinks had a light coating of dust from lack of use. 
Juan made his way to the furthest stall, stopping for a moment to check his reflection in the mirror. Juan was just less than six feet tall and was a bit on the husky side, though his button up white shirt clung tightly to his still well-defined chest.  His casual dress slacks almost totally concealed his modest bulge.  He turned his head to check out his well-tanned, bronze face in the mirror and smiled at the ruggedly handsome reflection looking back at him.  Satisfied that he’d meet any visual inspection should a potential blow job turn into a fucking session behind the building, Juan made his way to the stall.  And waited.
He sat down and examined the toilet paper holder.  As the online articles had indicated, it lifted up and came completely off the wall revealing a somewhat large glory hole that opened to the next stall.  Juan replaced the holder and sat, literally twiddling his thumbs. His heart was racing. Would anyone even show up? What if I get caught?
Juan waited for nearly twenty minutes before standing to leave. Maybe he would try again in a few weeks or…
Juan quickly sat back down as he heard the bathroom door open.  Someone walked quickly to the stall next to him, slamming the door with a clang.  Then nothing happened.  It was obvious that the person in the next stall was not actually using the bathroom, just sitting there like Juan. Juan tapped his foot. No response.  He cleared his throat dramatically. No response.  He was about to knock on the wall of the stall when a young sounding voice whispered.
“Dude, open the hole,”
Juan’s eyes lit up in realization and his heart raced as he complied, removing the toilet paper holder and setting it aside. 
Juan caught a quick glance of an attractive red headed young man in his mid to late twenties wearing a non-descript white t-shirt and jeans.
“He’s kind of hot,” Juan thought to himself, surprised he was thinking of another man in that manner.
Before he could ponder the thought more, Juan quickly stood up, taking his face of out of view of the still sitting young man lest he be recognized in some far flung coincidence.
“Mmm, bring me that thing, you hot papi,” the young man said proactively, dropping to this knees in front of the hole. 
Juan gulped, unzipped his pants and proceeded to put his still flaccid cock through the hole.   The red head immediately got to work, swallowing in Juan’s growing cock into his mouth and swirling his tongue.  Juan was taken aback at how quickly his cock was starting to stir.  The red head was clearly well experienced in this and within minute’s Juan’s cock was at its full seven inch length, his perfectly shaped mushroom head was almost disproportionately large compared to his otherwise normal-girth tool. 
“Lemme’ see the whole package, daddy,” the young man beckoned.
Juan pulled out briefly and repositioned, this time being sure his walnut sized nuts also went through the hole.  He then pressed himself against the wall as tightly as we could and waited for the finale of his blow job.
–
Max immediately got to work bobbing his head up and down the entire length of the meaty Latin cock that had presented itself through the hole. He could feel the oversized head hitting the back of this throat with each plunge. 
It was obviously the so-called straight businessman on the other side hadn’t gotten any in a while, based on how quickly his cock had transitioned from simply being erect to being rock hard. When Max could feel the Latin man’s cock get so hard in his mouth that the skin was pulled taught along the length, he stopped bobbing and switched his technique to focus exclusively on the head. 
Max could feel himself getting hard, but kept his own cock in his jeans lest he be distracted from his mission.  Judging by the moaning and hip thrusting, the businessman was clearly enjoying Max’s work.  Max licked and sucked the man’s cock head while stroking the rest of the length with his hand.  The businessman was going wild.
Max cupped the man’s nuts in his hands.  They were hanging especially low thanks to the heat, several inches from the base of his cock.  They were just larger than walnuts, particularly oblong and covered in thick tufts of black hair.  Max took a second to stop playing with the man’s cock head to bury his nose in the man’s crotch.  The smell was incredible; a robust man smell mixed with expensive cologne and sweat.  He was dripping with masculinity and the front of Max’s jeans were getting soaked in precum even though he hadn’t so much as touched his own cock.  Max quickly went back to pleasuring the man’s cock, slowly squeezing his balls in his hands while he did so.  He still had a mission to do.
–
Juan through his head back and moaned loudly.  He no longer cared if anyone would walk in.  The red head on the other side of the wall was a blow job expert.  Juan had never experienced anything so amazing in his life and no blow job from a woman had ever hit so many pleasure points so expertly. 

“Dios mio!” Juan grunted as the red head again switched up his technique, this time slowly running his tongue up and down the length of Juan’s penis, slowly stopping to swirl his tongue around the head before slowly licking back down.

It was incredible. It was just enough stimulation to keep Juan squirming but not enough for him to unload the three-day load he could feel boiling in his nuts.  Juan was a heavy cummer in general and knew he was about to totally plaster this guy’s face….

–

“Oh yeah, papi, blow that load,” Max coaxed as he licked the businessman’s cock up and down like a giant candy stick.

The engorged Latin cock sticking through the stall was now throbbing fiercely and Max knew the man was about to hose him down.  Sensing that the man’s head was particularly sensitive, Max focused on sucking just the first few inches of the man’s cock while stroking the rest of the length so that his tongue could focus on giving the still-growing head a royal treatment.  Max sucked as hard as he could, literally trying to suction the cum out of the man and the man was starting to go crazy in ecstasy.  He was moaning, slamming his hand against the wall and starting to thrust his hips in an effort to face fuck him.

“Oh yeah, baby, blow that load,” Max said, his voice welling

 with excitement.

His own crotch was now saturated in precum as he began to give the businessman’s nuts a squeeze.  Max was hesitant at first, trying to get a feel for how much the man would tolerate. To his surprise, the man moaned loudly and his cock got even harder when Max gave the trapped nuts a quick, yet powerful squeeze that made his entire sack temporarily flash red.

–

“Ah yeah, you like that daddy?” 

Juan couldn’t believe the powerful mix of pleasure and pain that came from having his nuts squeezed whilst being blown.

“Oh yeah boy, squeeze ‘em harder,” Juan grunted, pressing himself tightly against the wall. 

The red head obliged and Juan could feel his nuts being pulled down further and squeezed.  The red head alternated between mild, and somewhat harder squeezing, the sudden pulse of pleasure mixed with the feeling of the boy’s lips around his cock head was driving him close to cumming.  This red head was doing such a good job that was about to get absolutely plastered in cum…

–

“Oh yeah, blow it, sir. Shoot that load,”

Max knew the man was getting very close to tossing his load.  His firm nuts, which Max was still squeezing,  were starting to tense up.  The businessman was moaning and thrusting his hips like an animal, desperate to get just enough stimulation to let his load go flying.

“Almost there, papi. Oh yeah,” 

Max let the businessman’s nuts go, and they fell back to the bottom of their sack, slightly reddened by the squeeze session and resting against the wall.  With this hand free, the other was still stroking the man’s cock, Max reached for something in his back pocket…

It was a small rubber mallet with a wooden handle.  He had picked it up at the hardware store in the decking section. He wasn’t entire sure what it’s actual function was, but the head was much larger than a regular hammer and quite heavy, perfect for what he had planned.  Max’s lifted it so that the head was just inches from the man’s nut sack.  Without breaking his vacuum-like suction on the man’s cock, Max slowly inched the mallet’s head closer to the man’s walnut sized testicles until it was just barely touching.  The mallet’s head was just large enough to cover both nuts, which were tight together in the sack, and this made Max smile evilly.

“Oh fuck! I’m cumming!”  the businessman screamed his accent especially heavy.

It was time.

Max could feel the first two gushes of cum splatter his tonsils and his slurped down the man’s musky, incredibly thick load. He savored it, swirling some of it in his mouth.  Unbeknownst to the man, this would probably be his last ejaculation and Max wanted to make sure such a copious load didn’t go to waste. 

Max withdrew his head from the now squirting cock and watched point blank as volley after volley of cum spewed all over this face.  Max could feel the sperm oozing and dripping off this face and was sure he must have looked a total mess.  The eruption was by far the largest Max had ever seen. He had blown guys with larger balls, thicker cocks and harder thrusting but had never encountered any one like this handsome Latin business man whose cock was still oozing cum after a dozen powerful jets of cum.

The businessman was panting from the explosive release, pressing his body against the wall, his nuts still hanging low in their sack.  It was time…

Max positioned the mallet, being sure that he’d strike both balls at once. He knew he would only have one, maybe two good rapid-fire hits before his victim stumbled backwards.  Max could feel his heart racing. He wasn’t sure what sure exactly what was going to happen to the man’s balls but judging how he was able to easily crush two walnuts to powder with the mallet earlier that day, he was fairly confident that this business man was about to become a business woman…

Several breathless moments passed after the man’s cock finally stopped dripping cum.  The Latin, Max was pleased to see, was still pressing firmly against the wall, keeping his dangling nuts in the target zone.

“Yeah, you liked that, sir?”

-

Juan was panting heavily, still pressed against the wall. The orgasm had been so intense he couldn’t find the strength to stand up straight, leaning heavily on the wall.  He could hear the wet splat as rope after rope of sperm had splattered against the red head’s face. 

“That guy’s probably a total mess,” Juan thought, the prospect of delivering a facial to another man was making him oddly aroused.

To his surprise, his cock was stiffening again.

–

“Come on Max, do it,” Max said to himself, time seemingly slowing down.  He was surprised to see the businessman’s cock was already getting hard again.  But Max knew that these glory hole bastards usually were a blow and go affair; this would be his only shot.

Max drew back the mallet as far as he could… then sent the heavy rubber head flying. It landed right on target.

The mallet collided with a sickening, splat, instantly crushing both of the man’s defenseless balls.  There was an audible, wet sploshing sound and Max was sure at least one of the man’s testicles had ruptured. 

The mallet was drawn back and smashed into the man’s swelling sack again within a fraction of a second…  CRUNCH!  There was a definite ‘pop’ as the mallet collided so hard with the man’s testicles that it actually dented the stall wall on the other side.

From the other side Max could hear the man howl. It was an inhuman, high pitched squeal of agony. 

Without thinking Max drew back the mallet again and pounded.

SPLAT!

The man’s bloated ball sack, the nuts inside already completely crushed, couldn’t take the assault and split. A reddish grey goop that once been a pair of firm Latin balls spewed from the split sack, covering the end of the mallet. Max could feel some of the material hitting his face. 

By now the unsuspecting businessman was falling to his knees.  Max quickly made his way out of the stall, his heart pounding.  He ran toward the door, stopping only briefly at the mirror to admire the bukkake like plastering his face had received. That businessman really was a gusher.  Max could barely recognize his own face under the thick layers of goo.  But the hottest part was the splattered bits of nut meat that were mixed in with the load.  Max could feel his own cock starting to twitch…

“That was so fucking hot! His balls literally exploded, oh my God!” Max couldn’t hold back and felt his cock spasm as his own load erupted in his jeans.  Despite being in an absolute panic and wanting to run out the door Max was having an orgasm so intense he felt his knees getting weak. He could barely move. 

“I gotta’ get out of here,” he thought to himself, trying his best to be rational. 

But the massive load just kept squirting and squirting. Max kept replaying the visual of watching the man’s once proud, round balls literally exploding into paste. When Max’s cum eruption finally subsided a thick sheen of spunk was visible down his pant leg.  He then ran out of the bathroom into the night.

–

Juan could hear the footsteps of the red head as he ran out of the bathroom.  He had crumpled to the floor clutching his crotch but knowing it was too late.  His hands were covered with blood and a whitish goop he knew was the remains of his testicles.  Juan had felt the moment when his balls had ‘popped’ and it was replaying in his brain over and over.  His right nut had blown first and the left went after the second blow. The third blow had just finished the job, totally destroying his precious jewels.

The sickening, sloshing and distinctly audible crunch that sounded the end of each nut was ringing like a living nightmare in Juan’s head.

He barely had the presence of mind to dial the emergency number on his cell phone, only shouting “I need help!” before dropping the phone to the ground.

“Sir, we’ve got your location from your mobile’s GPS. Someone is on the way, sir. Sir?”  the dispatcher was clearly alarmed by the desperation in Juan’s plea.

Juan couldn’t bring himself to respond to the voice he could barely make out coming from the dropped phone.  He was fading in and out of consciousness. 

“My balls, my balls,” he looked down in shock to see that his once round balls were totally flat, He examined his scrotum with his hands to find only lumps remained.  There wouldn’t be any way to save them, he concluded.

They’re totally crushed…

Juan blacked out.

–

Max felt as if everything was going in slow motion, despite the fact he was running through the woods at an amazing rate.  He had seen so many tempting targets, readied the mallet so many times, but always backed out.  But this time… he did it.

It in the distance he could hear sirens, which quickened his heart rate — and his pace — further.

The image of the Latin nuts cracking and exploding was playing in his head over and over.  It was infinitely hotter than he had dreamed it.  He could recall the sensation in his arm when he felt the mallet smash through the ‘resistance’ of the man’s nuts to collide with the wall.

Max hadn’t expected the sack to split, or the ruined ball gunk to splatter. That was a welcomed and intensely hot surprise.

“I gotta use a heavier mallet next time,” he thought to himself, causally musing despite his panicked escape through the trees.

“Yes, next time I’m going to really make them explode. I can’t believe I waited so long,”

And Max didn’t wait very long at all before seducing another unsuspecting horny businessman into a roadside stall, only this time with a slightly heavier mallet.  Juan, however, was the last of Max’s inglorious ‘glory’ hole partners who ever got the chance to enjoy one final orgasm…

Max's story continues here.