Glory hole experiences

[BillyC]

Bloomies was a perfect place to get rid of all tensions. Shopping bags at the bottom of the stall doors, all down the line. So moving from stall to stall was super easy. Straps traded, mouths filled, friendships begun... And several business associates suddenly had new interest for me... Ah, those were the days!

Nothing quite like one-stop shopping!

 

[ScottTheJockGuy]

I’ve never just stumbled upon a glory hole, but I’ve definitely gone to them. It’s one of the few times I’m happy to top. I don’t feel like I’m submitting to a superior man, when he can’t look down on me and smack me with his cock. But there’s something wildly masculine about grabbing onto the top of the wall and humping the mouth on the other side.

 

[Mick]

I’ve only seen them in bathhouses. But when I went to San Francisco a couple of exes ago we went to Blow Buddies. I never came so hard in my life. I couldn’t stop and neither did the guy blowing me…not until he extracted every ounce out of me. Whew!

 

[Mick]

Bloomies was a perfect place to get rid of all tensions. Shopping bags at the bottom of the stall doors, all down the line. So moving from stall to stall was super easy. Straps traded, mouths filled, friendships begun... And several business associates suddenly had new interest for me... Ah, those were the days!

Kaufmann’s in downtown Pittsburgh was know for its 2nd floor tearoom pleasures.

 

[BillyC]

I’ve never just stumbled upon a glory hole, but I’ve definitely gone to them. It’s one of the few times I’m happy to top. I don’t feel like I’m submitting to a superior man, when he can’t look down on me and smack me with his cock. But there’s something wildly masculine about grabbing onto the top of the wall and humping the mouth on the other side.

I don’t believe I’ve ever considered that part of the enjoyment!

 

[ibz1492]

I’ve never just stumbled upon a glory hole, but I’ve definitely gone to them. It’s one of the few times I’m happy to top. I don’t feel like I’m submitting to a superior man, when he can’t look down on me and smack me with his cock. But there’s something wildly masculine about grabbing onto the top of the wall and humping the mouth on the other side.

Very well said!!!! Oh, your words make perfect sense!

 

[engjock]

I stumbled into a glory hole today. Has that ever happened to any of you? You didn’t go there FOR the glory hole, but it was there, you were there, and were just men after all! Share!

For me, today, seriously, it was an accident. Big box store men’s room — had to take a stall because the urinals were full. And I see a hole but decide to be a good boy (yeah, it wasn’t a normal day!) and drop my shorts, pull Bill Jr. out of my jockstrap pouch and let it rip. When I’m trickling down to finishing, two fingers give the signal in the hole.

I wasn’t that good a boy! I turned, closed the stall door I’d left open up to then and fed my cock through. The cocksucker did it justice — sorry to brag, but few have the skill to handle me. Took longer than I’m sure he’d have liked, but I gave him what he worked for after about 15 mins and pulled out and back. He says quietly through the hole — “Damn man awesome. Can I have that jockstrap as a souvenir since I can’t get a t-shirt that says ‘I throated a 10 incher’?” (Yeah, he flattered me!)

I stepped out of my shorts, stripped off my strap — filthy, rank Duke we’d gotten from a CrossFit bitch a couple of years ago — and pushed it through the glory hole. “Fuuuuuuuck, dude, thanks man!” he said as I opened the stall door and was heading to the sink.

As I’m finishing drying my hands on the way out, I turn to pitch the paper towel and see the guy leaving the stall — the HOT young ginger who is one of the store’s department managers. I’ll be needing assistance often in that store in the future!

Some of my earliest experiences were stumbling into cottages that had glory holes, Billy.
I was on the road a lot and quickly became adept at spotting promising toilets: in lay-bys slightly off the beaten track, or on a major road but had a lay-by screened by bushes or trees , but never ones which didn’t have an exit at the far end for a quick getaway if necessary, a bit on the scruffy side, lots of cars in the area.
Temporary toilet blocks while the main ones were being refurbished - Leeds railway station being a favourite!
My partner knows about my predilections in this area and if we pass a lay-by now (sadly the cottage has probably long been demolished) he’ll ask if I’d been fucked or sucked there… Unlike then, my lips are sealed!

 

[WpbMike]

Other than bathhouses, or similar situations; and a few hotels, was in a rest area in California. Nothing happened. I was traveling with one of my best friends.

 

[ibz1492]

Other than bathhouses, or similar situations; and a few hotels, was in a rest area in California. Nothing happened. I was traveling with one of my best friends.

Many years ago, I worked for a major Silicon Valley Company. A good jock strap buddy who worked for the same company, and I, would try to travel to HQ in California so we could play in the off hours. We were in SFO at a fairly typical gay bar and video arcade. Cruising around the place separately, I ended up in a video stall. Of course, there was the ever present glory hole in the wall. I started to watch a hot video, but also looked down and into the hole so see what was on the other side... Holy crap, after a bit of adjusting my view, it was my good friend, his cock was out of his jock pouch, and it was semi, but I couldn't tell what he was doing.... So I slipped Freddie (my cock) through the hole, and he was soon being held by a hand and being pulled completely into the hole. Then a warm, moist mouth took hold and gave me a really great blow job, spunk and all. He was really great and very "into it". When I finished, I pulled Freddie back to me and gave a thumbs up at the hole, as a "thank you" for such nice work. I left immediately, hoping that he would stay and not realize it was me. When we saw each other, after more cruising, he said nothing. I was silent as well, other than to say that I got a great job. Several years later, on a joint holiday in Europe with him, I told him. He didn't recall the incident specifically, but he was happy that I enjoyed his professional blowjob. Sadly, he died from Aids, and I lost a wonderful friend.

 

[BillyC]

Some of my earliest experiences were stumbling into cottages that had glory holes, Billy.
I was on the road a lot and quickly became adept at spotting promising toilets: in lay-bys slightly off the beaten track, or on a major road but had a lay-by screened by bushes or trees , but never ones which didn’t have an exit at the far end for a quick getaway if necessary, a bit on the scruffy side, lots of cars in the area.
Temporary toilet blocks while the main ones were being refurbished - Leeds railway station being a favourite!

Totally get this. I was in the USMC for nearly 30 yrs, so spotting opportunity became a well honed skill.

My partner knows about my predilections in this area and if we pass a lay-by now (sadly the cottage has probably long been demolished) he’ll ask if I’d been fucked or sucked there… Unlike then, my lips are sealed!

Good partners are good to have. I have a husband who “gets” my needs as a man, too. He’s a keeper!

 

[BillyC]

Many years ago, I worked for a major Silicon Valley Company. A good jock strap buddy who worked for the same company, and I, would try to travel to HQ in California so we could play in the off hours. We were in SFO at a fairly typical gay bar and video arcade. Cruising around the place separately, I ended up in a video stall. Of course, there was the ever present glory hole in the wall. I started to watch a hot video, but also looked down and into the hole so see what was on the other side... Holy crap, after a bit of adjusting my view, it was my good friend, his cock was out of his jock pouch, and it was semi, but I couldn't tell what he was doing.... So I slipped Freddie (my cock) through the hole, and he was soon being held by a hand and being pulled completely into the hole. Then a warm, moist mouth took hold and gave me a really great blow job, spunk and all. He was really great and very "into it". When I finished, I pulled Freddie back to me and gave a thumbs up at the hole, as a "thank you" for such nice work. I left immediately, hoping that he would stay and not realize it was me. When we saw each other, after more cruising, he said nothing. I was silent as well, other than to say that I got a great job. Several years later, on a joint holiday in Europe with him, I told him. He didn't recall the incident specifically, but he was happy that I enjoyed his professional blowjob. Sadly, he died from Aids, and I lost a wonderful friend.

We have all experienced so many who were taken by that scourge. I’m sorry for your loss. And, if I may be so direct, I’m always sorry the world has lost a good cocksucker — there are never enough!

 

[ibz1492]

We have all experienced so many who were taken by that scourge. I’m sorry for your loss. And, if I may be so direct, I’m always sorry the world has lost a good cocksucker — there are never enough!

I lost so many friends, and 2 former lovers as well. My friend in this story would be thrilled to hear your comment. We were both VERY guarded about our private lives because of such a high profile company, but we were also very proud cocksuckers, jock aficionados, and all round guy lovers. Thanks for your thoughts.

 

[engjock]

I lost so many friends, and 2 former lovers as well. My friend in this story would be thrilled to hear your comment. We were both VERY guarded about our private lives because of such a high profile company, but we were also very proud cocksuckers, jock aficionados, and all round guy lovers. Thanks for your thoughts.

As I’ve written before on this site, ibz and BillyC, there but for the grace of God go so many of us over the age of fifty.

 

[jockstrapbulge]

Bloomies was a perfect place to get rid of all tensions. Shopping bags at the bottom of the stall doors, all down the line. So moving from stall to stall was super easy. Straps traded, mouths filled, friendships begun... And several business associates suddenly had new interest for me... Ah, those were the days!

NYC was loaded with horny men, too! So it was easy to meet someone there. I never got a jock from an understall event though but once I brought one with me and shoved it in a glory hole wanted to see the guy wear it.

 

[WpbMike]

NYC was loaded with horny men, too! So it was easy to meet someone there. I never got a jock from an understall event though but once I brought one with me and shoved it in a glory hole wanted to see the guy wear it.

I would have worn it!