All Hail Glory Holes

I remember the first time I saw a glory hole. I was about 12 or 13 and it was at a local mall. At first, I didn’t know what the hell it was. When I figured it out, it both terrified and excited me. Of course, I began to seek them out from that day forward and I found them everywhere. Any public bathroom was a possibility, but there were some places were they were consistently found: college campuses; department stores; train or bus stations.

At first, I just looked. A few times guys tried to get me to suck their cocks, but I freaked out. Though I began fooling around with guys in my teen years, I was in denial as to my actual interest. It wasn’t until I was in college that I got my first glory hole action. That first time, I sucked the cock. The second time, I got sucked. As much as I enjoyed sucking the occasional dick through a glory hole, I was pretty selective about who and what kind of cock I would suck. But I didn’t really care who was sucking my cock.

All I had to do was close my eyes and concentrate on the blow job. It’s an intense sensation. I generally like connecting with my partners, but there’s definitely something to be said for anonymous or blind sex. And glory holes are a natural destination when you’ve got the kind of cock that guys dream about coming through that hole .

I know a lot of you guys have glory hole fantasies. For some of you, it’s just a fantasy. That’s cool. It would make a great theme for a very hot call. But those who frequent glory holes fall into the serious cock lovers category. You don’t really care who’s attached to that cock or, sometimes, even about the cock itself. You just love the idea of servicing whatever cock comes through that hole. I do love that kind of cock hungry pig. Of course, you size queens only want to get down on your knees at glory holes that have a sign that reads: “You must be THIS big to enjoy the ride.” Fortunately, I qualify.

Sadly, a lot of the glory holes have dried up. Sure, you can still find them at book stores, peep shows and sex clubs, but it’s not quite the same thing. Those are places where sex is supposed to happen. It’s not the same thrill as potentially getting caught or sucking off some random guy in a place not intended for sex. There’s a unique allure to that brand of good old fashioned, glory hole sex. Hmmm, I think I need to go out and find some now.