Date: Tue, 22 Apr 2008 15:05:39 +0100 (GMT Standard Time)
From: Sean <seandonkin@googlemail.com>
Subject: Glory Hole

Sitting at home, I was bored and horny. I hadn't had a cock in a month. The
bastards I had chatted to on the net hadn't turned up time and time again.
This wasn't working for me. It was time to get back to reality and go
cruising.

I had a shower and avoided the temptation to wank furiously in the hot
water, paying special attention to my cock, balls and arse. After drying
myself and applying a quick squirt of deodorant, I put on my army style
combat pants and a tight white tee shirt -- no underwear, what was the
point?

It was now 11.00 PM, there was no one around, because all of the nightlife
was at the other side of town. There was however a supposedly secret gay
area not far from where I lived. I had never used it before, but I was
desperate for some cock, anyone would do.

It turned out to be some old abandoned factory, with lots of small rooms ,
but no roof, which was lucky really, no electricity meant there was no
light inside, and anyone there relied on the moonlight to see their
way. There was plenty of rubble to trip over too.

Once I was inside I walked quickly and quietly around what seemed like a
maze of corridors, then just as I thought I was out of luck I heard someone
clear his throat. The noise came from behind a partition wall. I noticed
several holes punched though it. Then I heard a zipper being pulled down.
My heart pounded, like it was the first time. I saw a shape at the other
side of the wall getting close to one of the holes.

Excited and hard as a rock, I dropped my pants and knelt in front of the
hole ready to take my prize. I didn't have to wait long as his monster dick
poked through the hole in the wall. He didn't speak, but groaned loudly as
my lips found the head of his cock.

I slid my mouth down his shaft to his sheer delight by the way his erection
hardened.  I hadn't noticed before but there were more holes above the hole
I was using, this I assumed was for the top man steady himself. No it was
to grab the suckers head and keep it in place, on his cock. The guy I was
sucking took full advantage of these holes and clamped me expertly to his
throbbing manhood. I sucked him for what seemed like ages, but was probably
only a few minutes, but that's a long time when you're gasping for air with
a massive cock in your throat.

"Fuck, I'm cumming" a deep voice boomed "swallow it". I had no choice; it
was swallow it or drown in it. I have to admit, that made me cum too.

A few seconds later he released my head and allowed me to get up on me feet
again. Just as I was pulling my pants back up he handed a piece of paper
through the hole we just used. It was his number.

I'm not sure if I was just pleased that I got off or weather he had an
amazing dick, but I knew I wanted to do it again, so I gratefully accepted
his number and planned to meet him again, maybe in the daylight.

12.00 noon next day, I couldn't wait, sent him a text... "Hi it's me from
last night. U were gr8. Can I meet U at same place, in 1 hour?"

Seconds later I got reply "Married m8, have to B careful, no1 can know- C U
there, I will wear NY baseball cap, what U wear?"

Slightly disappointed that he was married, I couldn't resist him. "I'll be
wearing green MA1 jacket I'm a skinhead, U must have noticed last night".
"OK, 1 pm, C U." he replied.

I could hardly wait. I got a shower and put on my jeans and tee shirt, and
jacket. I hurried down to the factory and made it just in time. I wandered
around but couldn't find anyone. It was now about quarter past one. "That
fucking closet queen has chickened out and stood me up, the bastard. " I
said to myself as I walked out of the main door. Just then I bumped into my
uncle Brad. He looked just as startled to see me as I was to see him. He
looked intently at my MA1 jacket and pulled something from his back pocket.
You guessed it, it was his NY baseball cap.

Now I don't do family, I have never even considered it. This was my dad's
brother, 20 years older than me, he was married to my aunt before I was
born and had kids nearly my age. As far as I knew he was happily married
and I never even suspected that he might do this. I was overwhelmed with
guilt and embarrassment. It didn't last long though. "Do it as good as last
night" he said as he pushed me to my knees with one hand and unzipped with
the other. Before I knew it I was sucking him again, in fact I think he
actually got off on the fact that we're related. He shot his load and still
told me to swallow. I found the whole thing weird, but wildly erotic. I
didn't wank, but still shot my bolt.

"You know you're going to do this whenever I want from now on, don't you?
You don't want the rest of your family finding out that you go cruising gay
glory holes, do you?. As he said this I could tell he was serious.

That was a month ago. He's called me twice since then, He gets me to go to
his house when his wife's out and service him. He acts like a stranger and
always throws me out when he cums. He knows I will do whatever he wants,
but that is my choice I look forward to it.