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First Male/Gloryhole Experience

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 12 Aug 1999 1 comments
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by Jizzmaker How many of you have had the pleasure of playing in a bookstore booth with a gloryhole? I can hardly think of anything more exciting. My first experience with a guy was in a booth about 15 years ago. I had no idea there was such a thing as a gloryhole. I went in and put my quarters in (to watch a "film", not video!) and suddenly this hand appears at this 3 inch hole to my left. I was on my way home from a club and a little drunk and consequently slightly petrified but VERY turned on. I was afraid to do anything for awhile but stand there and get a hard-on. The hand was relentless...he must have sensed that I was interested despite my reticence. Anyway, it was like being a slow moving magnet. My body inched closer and closer to the hole, my eyes flitting between the hand and the film full of an orgiastic suckfest with 4 or 5 guys. As much as I tried to resist, I couldn't help let the hand, which was now fully in my booth, at least caress the crotch of my slacks. This hand was olive-skinned and slender and very delicate but VERY sensual in its movements, the fingers slowly curling and beckoning. I was really in a trance when I finally inched close enough for it to brush the bulge in my crotch. Oh GOD! The feeling was more than electric and like falling into an endless pit of physical AND emotional pleasure. I spent a minute or so just feeling the rubbing through my pants. The excitement was so intense that my crotch all the way up to my throat almost hurt with a desire I never knew I had. I finally got up the nerve to unbutton and unzip my fly and the hand was another layer closer to my now rock-hard cock. Having been standing the whole time, I was getting very weak-kneed, and, with my pants now down over my ankles, I was truly having a hard time standing up, let alone breathing! Once the hand caressed my bare thigh, I knew I was gone! I then let it very slowly pull down the waistband of my underwear. My 7.5 cock sprang free first while the blood rushed to my head as though it would erupt! (And I mean my real head, not cockhead! LOL) Then, those sensual fingers literally played my cock like a flute, ever so gently, causing electric shocks of pleasure to ripple through my whole body...unbelievable! Finally, my underwear was also down around my ankles and that incredible hand trailed its fingers down and cupped my balls. I KNEW I was going to have a heart attack and die! I had NEVER felt anything so unbelievably pleasurable....the mixture of the seediness of the booth and the alchol in my veins along with the unimaginable sensual pleasures were too much. I stood there for another 2 or 3 minutes geting caressed and gradually writhing and moving my body to some deep primal rhythm I didn't know I had. My eyes were fluttering and my mouth was agape as the hand finally and slowly pulled my cock into the hole and into its booth. And, not only my cock, but my heavy low hanging balls fit through too. All I could do was to arch back and thrust my crotch as deep as possible into the hole of glory while I had both hands on my ass cheeks feeling so incredibly oblivious and uncaring of the real world. And that incredible hand!!!...it started jerking me with that sense of purpose that we all know and love until I could hold back no longer. I was almost scared to cum but of course I did anyway. I'm sure I created the equivelant of an oil slick in that booth! The hand slowly caressed my cock and balls until they started to stop twitching at which point I embarassingly pulled back and tried to firgure out if this was a dream or what! The hand (and presumably the body that went with it ) quickly exited the booth and I was left a changed man. AHHHHH!!!