I’d scouted Wade’s cock on one of the hookup apps for awhile. His profile was intimidating. He clearly was a master of throat fucking, and you could tell he had a hyper masculine construction fetish of some sort. Very much a some-into-my-dungeon vibe. At first he brushed me off because it’s harder to really get down someone’s throat properly with a glory hole, but after inquiring a second time months later, he agreed to meet up. Now I knew his cock would be a challenge, but I was hardly prepared for the super villain of a cock Wade wielded. I tried and tried to get him off, but it seemed impossible with the glory hole. As sore as my jaw was I wanted to prove myself to that monster despite its attempts at asphyxiation. Wade was the first and last guy I let through into my apartment to try and finish the job during a glory hole session, but in the end the job finished me.