A gay story: Gloryhole Contrasts
The local bathhouse remains the overwhelming focus of my getting off with other men, however, the attractions of an adult bookstore gloryhole remain undeniable. Including enjoying the large variety of video porn, especially straight and bi, turning me on as, even if the visit doesn’t lead to playing addictively hot gloryhole games with another man. Purely homoerotic work is not really my taste, though gay sex itself can be fantastically arousing.
All my glory hole experiences have been at porn shops or theaters, meaning that even when the other side is unoccupied, I often get off on the variety of porn on the screen. Getting turned on and orgasming watching porn reaches way back to my sexual beginnings, looking at another man’s stiff rod while stroking my own. Knowing in turn he would look, making us both hornier, until we both came, gaze focussed on each other’s cocks.
That best friend and I jacked off together over several years, starting with getting hard to Playboy and Penthouse, later getting off to the more explicitly raunchy rawness of Hustler. We read and looked at pictures both, knowing that we would be cumming soon, opening our pants and touching our almost unbearably horny cocks.
Sometimes, we would share a picture, a subtle way to focus our attention, ever more often leading to cumming together, often looking at the other one while stroking, to experience real orgasm while watching another turned on cock at the same time. When he found some newsprint printed B&W hardcore porn (dimly remembered with the title ‘Hump’), our sessions started to become even more intense, as he shared the joys of Vaseline lotion spread along a rigid shaft as a fist moved so good up and down along the sensitive surface in the late summer, hidden within still uncut woods, near the channel running along the lowest part of the forest floor, quite out of sight.
That almost homemade magazine was a revelation, very hardcore. Truly amateur in the best sense, of people enjoying what they were doing, particularly including the fact that they seemed to be truly getting off in the pictures, pussy sloppy and spread, cocks in glorious erection, something never shown in the mass market magazines of the time. The stories seemed to share that same attribute, including a story about a wife fucking screwdrivers in her husband’s tool box, then getting ‘caught’ doing it another time, and using him to fill another needs as she got off with him too, pussy hot and horny.
Before discovering the irresistible sexiness of hardcore porn, we could have easily already shared more than a hundred orgasms, though never touching. Looking at the fucking and sucking so clearly displayed on the pages, it became even easier to watch each other openly, enjoying the changes in the other’s breathing or expression, watching the changes occurring as we became so aroused. Watching each other had by this point become an integral part of the shared sessions, especially when we came together, looking at the other’s pumping orgasm.
Sharing a magazine was still the starting point of our sessions, though after a couple of years of jacking off, we were already getting hard and opening our pants before even looking at more than whatever picture was on the first page, as the minimal binding was gone by now, the pages simply folded over one another, in different sections, often reshuffled in sections..
We were always hard before opening the bottle, and the effect of the lotion’s cool slipperiness on our erect dicks was always incredible. Sometimes, we would wait until we each had poured the lotion into our hands, and start spreading it along our shafts at the same time, the sensation overwhelming any sense of privacy or shame we may have had left at that point. Not to mention the erotic thrill of seeing another turned on person playing with themselves, especially when one of us would start first, letting the other one get even hornier before starting to jack off also, unable to stop. We both knew what each side of that game felt like, and loved playing it with each other. I was getting off with men (there more than a few threesome sessions) before ever cumming with a woman.
Porn goes way back into my sexual roots, and a video booth gloryhole is just a logical extension, with its own purely cock centered pleasures.
Going into the familiar porn booth section of the local gloryhole, which now has two gloryholes, the original, standalone glory hole booths were occupied. Stepping closer, I could hear panting of a familiar sort, along with the sound of a body pressing and moving against a wall. It was easy to imagine what was going on behind the closed doors, making my stomach feel a familiar mix of tingling hollowness, cock growing harder along my jeans covered thigh.
A thumping rhythm began to mix with barely restrained moans, and the feeling of my hand sliding along the outside of my jeans over my lengthening shaft kept me standing there, looking at the covers of the porn flicks playing inside, knowing that as soon as a man left, his place would be taken. A door did open behind me after a bit, and hearing the outer door to the hallway open, I quickly turned to go inside, noticing that the slider was still open a bit.
Closing the slider completely, I took out my supplies – coins, condoms, a not so little brown bottle. Opening my pants, feeding coins into the slot above the selector pad, I started going through the porn, stroking my half hard cock. I reached my left hand over to the slider’s tab, opening it a bit. My cock was growing harder, though I hadn’t really looked at the porn.
A moment after doing that, a finger curled around the smooth metal end, slowly moving the slider completely out of the way. Bending my body, I felt an erotic thrill to see a sitting man, pants down, legs spread, his cock as hard as mine. We were both ready and wanting, and just seeing another hard cock was an integral part of the experience, making both of us hotter. This speed, when it occurs, is part of what makes a gloryhole so wonderful – even a bathhouse can’t match it, in practical terms.
His hand reached through, fingers beginning to lightly stroke along my thigh, making me stroke my cock harder, pushing it downwards a bit, knowing that this position made it much easier for him to see the results of his touching. Results he could also feel, as my legs spread wider to allow his hand more chance to roam over my sensitive skin.
He spread his fingers, palm lightly rubbing along my hairy balls. He reversed the motion, and I felt his thumb began to wander through my curly bush, the anticipation making me pump my shaft more quickly. It was impossible not to look down when he closed his hand along the root of my cock, the sight and sensation almost making me cum in a wave of pleasure, a very tempting thought that became even closer to reality as he began to slide his hand up my shaft, finally covering my own stroking fingers, slowing me.