Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2007 09:27:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chick Grope <gropechick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Glorious Moment

I love reading about glory holes, and I love seeing pics or watching vids
of glory holes. In case there is anyone left on the planet who doesn't
know what a glory hole is, it is a hole cut in the partition between
toilet cubicles through which you can poke your cock for the man -
usually a stranger - in the next cubicle to suck. It's a kind of
anonymous cocksucking, and it is not unusual for the two participants to
change roles, the one who has been sucked off accepting the other's cock
in his mouth to repay the compliment.
But I have to confess to you, my fellow cocksuckers, that I have very
limited personal experience of glory holes, partly because I have rarely
been in a toilet where there were glory holes and the men to go with
them. Except the one time when I went into a public toilet to answer the
call of nature, and I noticed that there was a glory hole in the
partitions on each side of me. Usefully, people had scrawled messages
round the holes, like SUCK ME and I NEED COCK. Me being me, I started to
get a hard-on and felt an urge to jack off - well, wouldn't you? Then I
heard someone go into the next cubicle and slide the bolt, shortly after
which the toe of a shoe slid under the gap at the bottom of the
partition. I knew from my reading that this was a coded message, saying
something like "Will you suck my cock?" Or "Do you want me to suck your
cock?"
I froze not sure what to do, and felt my erection beginning to subside.
At that point, a cock appeared through the glory hole, a fat cock, a
hardening cock, a black cock shiny as ebony with a beautiful purple
cockhead. It was like a dream come true, something I had always wanted to
get my hands and my mouth on. So I grasped it by the base, marvelling at
the intricate network of swollen veins, and slid my hand forward as I
leant into it to lick the head before tentatively sliding my lips over
it. I love cut cocks and this was just about as beautiful a cock as you
can imagine. And it tasted as good as it looked. There was even a special
smell about it that made me dizzy. I had to have it, I had to possess it,
to take it into my mouth, to taste his delicious precum, to experience
that glorious moment when the cock slips past your soft palate and you
don't gag, you just give yourself up completely to the joy of having a
throbbing cock down your throat.
I worked that black cock like I had never sucked a cock before. I was
wild, I was out of control, I wanted to give him the best pleasure I
could, I wanted to feel him stiffen and judder and then shoot his
precious manseed into me, I wanted to EAT him up completely. I heard him
groan and utter a soft "Man!" as I redoubled my efforts to suck the semen
out of him. I wasn't sucking his cock, I was gobbling it, conscious of
every tremor, every little pulsing vein along the length of his shaft.
And my free hand was pumping my cock: I hadn't been this worked up in a
long time and I wanted it to be perfect, to cum at exactly the moment
when my anonymous black lover did.
And then, almost without warning, my throat was bubbling over with warm
creamy manseed, surge after surge pumping into me. There was too much for
me to swallow and I felt trails of it oozing from my lips and down my
chin. It was like the best gift I had ever received, and I gloried in it,
loving the taste of him and the way my whole mouth and chin were bathed
in his exquisite cum. I had shot my own load, letting it splash against
the partition and on to the floor, but I was hardly aware of my orgasm,
so intent was I on savouring every last drop of his beautiful semen. His
cock took ages to detumesce and I never wanted it to leave my mouth, but
eventually it slid from between my lips and withdrew, disappearing back
whence it came. I looked at the glory hole; it seemed sad now that his
cock was no longer there for me. I heard a whispered "Thanks, man!" -
such a rich baritone voice - the click of his door opening, and he was
gone, leaving me with his cum still oozing from my lips. I bathed my face
in his juices and inhaled deeply to catch the fading odours of his
maleness.
It only happened to me once, but for me that one time was worth a
lifetime of glory holes.

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