OK, so I'm married but still play around in the gay channels, mainly to look and read all the things that seemed to be happening.. Occasionally, I'll bingo on a hot little number that enjoys masculine sex. It took me a while to understand that these are simply two different kinds of sex: for me, one actually involves love while the other is a more often a power play with a wild sexual release. I haven't had any conflict between the two.
I was cruising the local Internet channel to see what was out there when I noticed an instant ad offering a glory hole in the general area where I lived. I decided to respond and see what would happen. I used my private Yahoo address and quickly got a reply. It didn't seem too personal, more like a standard message sent out in response to inquiries.
As I read it a couple of times, it dawned on me that the address given was somewhere on the street that I lived! I quickly figured out that the address was across and two houses down the street from me.
I sent a second response giving some description and asking a couple of specific questions, like how does he work this? The reply was more personal this time, describing how to walk behind the line of bushes by the side of the house until a window was in view that appeared to have a piece of plywood in it with a hole. Since the house was one of those split-levels with the basement partially above ground, the window was a perfect height for someone to walk up to and tap on the plywood for service.
Now I thought back to the people who lived there. As I recalled, the house had been rented for almost a year now. The father was in pretty good shape as I had waved to him while mowing the yard. His wife was a friendly lady when I dropped off the community newsletter. I also remember two boys, one about eight or nine years old and the other, a damn good-looking teenager. From what I recall, he was in great shape as well, looking like a football player. Whenever I saw him, he always seemed to be without a shirt.
I wondered who was behind the glory hole. There was only one way to find out.
Damn, I was nervous as I walked down the sidewalk across the street from the house. I stepped in the shadows as I watched one car pull up and two guys get out. They seemed about as nervous as me and then they quickly slipped into the protected shadows created by the hedges.
I waited though I must admit I was really impatient and horny. I had a raging hard on just imagining what scene might be occurring. I don't think it was five minutes when both of the guys came out of the hedges. One was still adjusting his shirt tail. As they started the car I heard one laugh out, "Damn that was good." Then they drove off. All was quiet.
I walked across the street and stepped into the shadows of the neighboring house. As they had no dogs, the yards were unfenced. It was easy for me to find a vantage point to see what was happening. Through a break in the hedges I saw the dim outline of where I knew a window was located on this style house. I crouched down with my heart pounding and my cock throbbing. I didn't have to wait long as the hedges rustled and I saw the dark outline of a guy walk up to the window and tap on the plywood insert. Then I watched as he dropped his pants and slipped his cock into the hole. Shortly, I began to hear some soft moans and then he slammed his body tight against the plywood. My guess that he was emptying his balls was correct as pretty soon he pulled back, shook off his softening cock, pulled up his pants and then left. All was quiet.
I couldn't stand it any longer and slipped out of my hiding place. I followed the same procedure and tapped on the plywood. I heard a guy's voice whisper through the hole, "You ready?" "Yeah," I whispered back. "Stick it in the hole," the voice whispered back.
I couldn't believe how difficult it was to get my cock out of my pants. I'm sure it just seemed that way. I put the head on the edge of the hole and looked down as the faint light inside defined a tongue coming to meet it. Now what the tongue didn't know is that I've got right at eight and a half inches of thick cock that cums buckets when it fires.
I slipped about half my cock into the hole and quickly felt the heat of a mouth surround it. Incredible sucking sensation; his head was bobbing back and forth. I timed it right and thrust the rest of my cock right into the hole and felt it push back deep into the throat. I sensed a gag and then my cock was free, but only for an instant. The tongue had recovered and was licking all over that hot rod. Then, as I pushed every inch I had into the hole, I felt the hot mouth again surround my cock and begin its work again. But this time, I sensed a challenge as about every third bob of his head, he would try to take it a little deeper. Suddenly, the mouth seemed to go wild and ram itself all the way down on that massive tool sticking through the hole at him. I smelled just a whiff of poppers and figured that had loosened him up to gulp the whole thing. Soon after that, he was deep- throating what was probably nine inches of cock forced through the plywood hole.
I couldn't believe how incredible it felt. The hot, saliva-pouring mouth forcing itself completely over my quivering cock. I would involuntarily pull back and thrust hard, just as a reaction to the welcoming hot pit. My fingernails dug into the plywood sheet as I seemed to try to force my entire body - or at least most of my crotch - through that hole to control that hungry throat. Of course, the fact that this was completely new to me and that my mind was working overtime imagining what was happening on the other side of the plywood sheet.
I felt a tongue circle the engorged cockhead, and even probe the piss slit. I felt that same tongue slide up and down the rigid shaft until I felt I couldn't stand the teasing any longer. But just at that point, I felt my entire cock completely sucked down a hungry throat. Fingers occasionally slipped to the edge of the hole and massaged my balls a bit but there really wasn't much room as the plywood hole was almost filled with my slick cock.
Then I felt it. That low internal rumble that signals a nuclear explosion. I began to quiver as the tsunami began to roar forward. And explode I did as I tensed up and let his mouth push his throat down far on that spurting cock. I must have fired directly down his throat and into his stomach. I heard a brief gag but he never let up. Finally, he pulled back, gasped for air and took the final two spurts directly in his mouth. Then it was over. My cock quivered as his mouth slowly caressed it, his tongue running underneath to get the last vestiges of cum. It was almost like he didn't want it to end. And neither did I, but when such an intense sexual release occurs, everything seems to shut down and relax.
I began to pull my cock out of the hole. "Hey," I heard a whisper through the hole, "When are you coming back?"
"I dunno," I whispered back, "but this was great." "Were you on the Internet?" he whispered back?
"Yeah," I replied, wondering if he had a way of tracing me.
"Well, when you want to come back, just say Super Cock is ready, and I'll be ready, too," he whispered.
"OK. I definitely want some more of this," I whispered, zipping up my pants.
As I turned to leave, one guy was standing in front of me jacking his hard cock. "Man, he's good," I whispered, as he stepped up to the spot I vacated, tapped on the window and slid his cock inside for a hot blow job. I watched for a couple of seconds and then slipped into the shadows to head home. I couldn't believe such a dynamite cocksucker was so close to me. All I could think of was how good the summer would be.
Note to readers: you might enjoy other of my stories submitted in 2009 (and probably archived by now). Encounters: Rolf Riding (Feb 11); Moonlight Madness (Mar 12); Blown Away in Paris (Mar 24); Using the Club (Apr 8); Mowing Results (Apr 14). College: Delivering Pizza (Feb 8). Bestiality: The Stag (Mar 6). Camping as well as Adult/Youth: Campground Fun (May 8). 2010 - Beginnings and Interracial: The Tree (Aug 30) and this - Glory - which was submitted Sept 2010. Enjoy life.
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