Date: Sat, 26 Jun 1999 10:47:54 +0300
From: natan10@hotmail.com
Subject: Gloryhole Delicacies

Saturday June 26, 1999 
GLORYHOLE DELICACIES  by natan10@hotmail.com
The stories which I write are not always true stories. Actually, they
rarely are. They are fiction. However, this story is true. Nonfiction. It
is an accounting of a most unusual and exciting experience I had last week.

My stories, which are usually fiction, grow out of a desire to put down in
words many "fantasy dreams" which I have had. I am bisexual, married and
white with two grown children. I love sex with a man and, in my real world,
it is no stranger to me. My stories are intended for mature eyes only and
are always based on male/male relationships. There is no violence, S&M,
bondage, etc. in my works. If you liked the story, let me know. If you
didn't like the story, I would also appreciate a note and an explanation
why ... otherwise, I won't get anywhere, will I? Feel very free to write me
anything you'd like. I look forward to hearing from anyone interested in
responding to these stories. All I am trying to achieve in my writing is to
make you feel good. Really good.
If you want to write me just to "get off", then do so. After all, this is
why we exist and who we are. In my stories 'condoms' do not exist. In our
real world, condoms MUST exist. In our own personal fantasies, however, sex
is idealized the way we would really like it to be - raw skin and no
rubber. But remember: Safe sex must be the only way!

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GLORYHOLE DELICACIES by natan10@hotmail.com
Around noon hour every day, I like to go to the park that overlooks the
Tower of David and the Old City walls in the city of Jerusalem where I
reside. The view is always magnificent and most times, it is a relaxing few
hours just sitting and taking in the air and view. Sometimes I read.
Sometimes I just lie and look at the sky. And sometimes there is adventure.

You will see all kinds of people walking around in this park at this time
of day. Married locals. Tourists. Gays who come to sit on the benches,
reading their newspapers. Young Arab boys who have nothing else to do with
their time except sell their wares. Older men who just wander around,
looking for their next adventure. A mosaic of the society, in fact.

There is a toilet there with two stalls and a gloryhole between them. It
was in this toilet that I discovered the thrill of voyeuristic sex for the
first time. Quite a few times I have had a delicious meal there and someone
has had tasty treats from me also. The hole is a perfect size and just the
right distance from the floor. I had only read about gloryholes in stories
and, until my first experience, the thought of "gloryhole sex" never
enticed me. Until the first time.

And now I take this relaxing pastime on quite a regular basis. I enjoy
going into the far stall and wait for a while. Or there are times when I
follow someone in. One can usually sense when the other person may be
interested or not. And then there are the occasions when you have an
unusual pleasant surprise. This surprise usually manifests itself when a
"straight" goes in and is somewhat curious.

This one particular afternoon, I went in, simply to go in and wait. The
wait was well worthwhile.

One thing that I can mention here about the joys of gloryholes is the
anonymity of the whole affair. Most times, all I can see is the other
person's body or he mine. And sometimes, it's just fun to "take it as it
comes" (if you'll pardon the expression).

Well, I was in for a most exciting event this particular warm, Spring day.
The weather was really beautiful. It was not humid. There was a wonderful
breeze and the air felt fresh.

I went into the stall and pulled down my pants. I had to urinate in any
case and when I was finished, I just kept standing there, slowly massaging
my cock to fullness. This is a great time to fantasize also. When you are
outside and, before entering the toilets, you can see the people meandering
about and then when you are in the stall, you never know who may wander in
to the adjoining stall.

But I digress.

So I am standing there, fondling myself ... the precum beginning to flow.
Of course, I love to wipe the precum off my cock and bring it to my lips. I
heard faint footsteps and then I heard the tap in the sink being opened. I
waited.

The shadows changed through the hole. Someone had entered the stall next to
mine and shut and locked the door. I don't like looking down at the hole as
I don't like people kneeling down and peeping in and seeing me. This is
simply part of my excitement. However I did notice the my visitor, after
peeing himself, was definitely interested. It was silent next door.

I saw nicely shaped legs and nice thighs. I DID bend down every so slightly
to see a bit of his torso. Then I saw it. A beautiful, smooth cock, fully
erect and my visitor's right hand slowly manipulating it up and down. He
was interested. I purposely jacked more and made it look extremely sexual
and sensuous. My visitor put his fingers through the hole a bit, a most
definite signal for some sort of activity between the two people.

I put my cock through the hole ever so slightly and his fingers came
through and grasped my tool a bit. His hands were smooth and there was no
hair on the fingers. They were artistic hands. Very cleanly clipped
fingernails. I knew from this that the person was very careful about his
personal hygiene.

Now there are definite sensations one feels when his cock is through the
hole. You can usually tell when he is just playing with your cock with his
hands or actually putting his lips or mouth on it. I first felt the light
touches of his fingers. But then he most definitely began to put his lips
around the head. But only gently. Investigating. Trying it out for size.
But then he got a stronger hold on me and I could feel that "sucking in"
sensation. It felt glorious.

You must realize that whenever you get your cock sucked, you know the
feelings. You are aware of them. How it feels ... your cock going in and
out of someone's mouth. Most times you are with the personal totally. Next
to him. Or lying down with him. However the feeling of having your cock
sucked while through a gloryhole is totally different. The feeling is
different. The pressure is different. It has to do with the sides of the
hole around your cock. Well, what this person was doing to me was
magnificent. He was a pro.

He continued playing with me for a while but then I had decided that it was
my turn. I wanted to see if he was willing to feed me his cock too. I got
down on my knees. I did not look up to see who it was. However, I saw a
mature body, yet very slim. I put my mouth right up to the hole. And felt
the cock enter the darkness of my throat. I sucked down on him. It was not
a thick cock. Just perfect. It tasted divine. Now what I usually like to do
is jack off when I am in this position ... through a gloryhole, I mean. I
love the feeling of a cock down my throat and my hands around my own cock.
A fantastic way to jack off.

So I am down on my knees and sucking and sucking for all I got. This person
was really getting into it. He was loving every moment. I got very very
close to the edge. I held off a bit because I wanted my partner to cum in
my mouth as I came. It didn't take long. I felt him moaning. I knew that he
was about to explode. I began to jack myself more. My timing is usually
perfect. This was one of those times. He shot load after load of hot,
delicious juice down the abyss. I shot load after load onto the floor.

I was shaking with excitement.

I then quickly straightened myself out, exited from the stall, rinsed my
hands and mouth well and then exited from the toilets. My friend was still
inside. I still did not see who it was. It is this anonymity which makes
voyeuristic sex the more exciting.

I crossed the central square, my back to the toilets and then sat on the
wall which is quite a distance from the toilets. And waited.

And then I saw the familiar green shorts and blue shirt which I had noticed
a few moments ago while hot in action. It was a young, Arab boy. I was
totally taken by surprise. I was not expecting this. I have never sucked
the cock of anyone younger than the legal 18 year old or older. But this
was a boy. A very well-formed boy at that. But a boy. I knew that he did
not know who I was or what I looked like at all. He had absolutely no
visual contact with me except for my cock. Absolutely no way at all of
knowing who gave him such a good time. I mingled in with the people around
me. He'll never know. However, I did get the chance of seeing the attire of
the person in the stall next to me. It was him. He must have been 15 or 16
years old. While keeping my eyes on the toilets, I crossed the square again
watching to see if anyone else came out of the toilets. I entered. There
was no one else there. I was certain who my partner was.

This was a most unusual of circumstance. I now recognize him, yet he will
never know who I am. I have an experience now which I will treasure in my
memories. I wonder if I'll ever see him again. I wouldn't mind having a
real experience with this boy but not until he is much older.


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I really hope you liked what you have read. If you would like to read more,
please write to me and tell me. I shall be happy to oblige if I am able.
natan10@hotmail.com

And don't be afraid to put your own fantasies and feelings down on paper.
It just happens to be wonderful therapy! If you like, you can write your
fantasy and send it off to me. I'd love to read it.