Gloryhole Man Whore

I'd found an empty booth at my local ABS, locked the door and stripped naked. I found a hot video of male-on-male-on-male action and knelt at the glory hole, anxious to be fed some cock. The glory holes here were more like glory hatches, large and with smooth, rounded edges.
I didn't have to wait long, as someone entered the next booth and quickly presented his flaccid cock through the hatch. I hungrily gobbled it into my mouth, rewarded by its swelling and lengthening as it hardened. He pumped his erect cock in and out of my mouth, letting me nibble on the bulbous head before pressing back deep into my throat. He partially withdrew, as he pulled his jeans down, then off. He took up face-fucking me again, harder than ever.
Just as I sensed he was about to climax, he pulled away. "My turn now." He leaned forward with his face at the glory hole. I stood up and presented my cock to him, which he took into his mouth in one gulp. Mmmmm. I gently poked into his mouth, not wanting to cum too quickly. His head bobbed forward, taking my cock deeper with each motion. I heard a slapping sound from the booth, and quickly realized my cock-sucker was being fucked from behind.
The voice from beyond the gloryhole asked, "Is his cock big?"
"Mmmm-huh," was the reply.
"Is his asshole tight?"
His hand reached between my legs and probed my asshole. "Mmmm-huh."
"Tell him to unlock his booth. I want his tight ass."
"No, thanks," I responded.
My cock-sucker's hand grabbed my balls and squeezed hard, too hard.
"Unlock you door."
"OK." I reached across and unbolted the door, while cock and balls were still gripped tightly. The booth door swung open and I was joined in my booth by someone else, who quickly took position behind me, leaving the booth door wide open.
"Bend over and suck his cock." I complied and felt my cheeks pulled apart, a hot cockhead pressing against my sphincter, then pushing past in one forceful thrust. Also thrusting into me was the erect cock at the gloryhole. I could hear murmurs from others gathered in the hall outside the booth, obviously enjoying the spit-roasting show.
The cock in my mouth spewed its load down my throat, and as soon as it withdrew, it was replaced with another. Hands grabbed tightly at my hips, and clenched me as his load pulsed into my ass. Again, another cock replaced it as it withdrew from my bowels, taking up a rapid rate of fucking, balls slapping with each stroke. Another load into my mouth, another load in my ass, and the procession continued. I think there were five loads in each orifice, including a few repeat performances. My own juices were finally spilled on the floor of my booth, joining the considerable overflow from my face-fucking and ass-fucking.
I managed to push the booth door shut when I caught a respite. I cleaned up as best I could and waddled home.