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!
************** 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.
************* 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.