Glorious Moment

I love reading about glory holes, and I love seeing pics or watching vids of glory holes. In case there is anyone left on the planet who doesn't know what a glory hole is, it is a hole cut in the partition between toilet cubicles through which you can poke your cock for the man - usually a stranger - in the next cubicle to suck.

It's a kind of anonymous cock sucking, and it is not unusual for the two participants to change roles, the one who has been sucked off accepting the other's cock in his mouth to repay the compliment. But I have to confess to you, my fellow cocksuckers, that I have very limited personal experience of glory holes, partly because I have rarely been in a toilet where there were glory holes and the men to go with them.

Except the one time when I went into a public toilet to answer the call of nature, and I noticed that there was a glory hole in the partitions on each side of me. Usefully, people had scrawled messages round the holes, like SUCK ME and I NEED COCK. Me being me, I started to get a hard-on and felt an urge to jack off - well, wouldn't you? Then I heard someone go into the next cubicle and slide the bolt, shortly after which the toe of a shoe slid under the gap at the bottom of the partition.

I knew from my reading that this was a coded message, saying something like "Will you suck my cock?" Or "Do you want me to suck your cock?" I froze not sure what to do, and felt my erection beginning to subside. At that point, a cock appeared through the glory hole, a fat cock, a hardening cock, a black cock shiny as ebony with a beautiful purple cockhead. It was like a dream come true, something I had always wanted to get my hands and my mouth on. So I grasped it by the base, marveling at the intricate network of swollen veins, and slid my hand forward as I leant into it to lick the head before tentatively sliding my lips over it. I love cut cocks and this was just about as beautiful a cock as you can imagine.

And it tasted as good as it looked. There was even a special smell about it that made me dizzy. I had to have it, I had to possess it, to take it into my mouth, to taste his delicious precum, to experience that glorious moment when the cock slips past your soft palate and you don't gag, you just give yourself up completely to the joy of having a throbbing cock down your throat.

I worked that black cock like I had never sucked a cock before. I was wild, I was out of control, I wanted to give him the best pleasure I could, I wanted to feel him stiffen and judder and then shoot his precious man seed into me, I wanted to EAT him up completely. I heard him groan and utter a soft "Man!" as I redoubled my efforts to suck the semen out of him. I wasn't sucking his cock, I was gobbling it, conscious of every tremor, every little pulsing vein along the length of his shaft.

And my free hand was pumping my cock: I hadn't been this worked up in a long time and I wanted it to be perfect, to cum at exactly the moment when my anonymous black lover did. And then, almost without warning, my throat was bubbling over with warm creamy manseed, surge after surge pumping into me. There was too much for me to swallow and I felt trails of it oozing from my lips and down my chin. It was like the best gift I had ever received, and I gloried in it, loving the taste of him and the way my whole mouth and chin were bathed in his exquisite cum. I had shot my own load, letting it splash against the partition and on to the floor, but I was hardly aware of my orgasm, so intent was I on savoring every last drop of his beautiful semen.

His cock took ages to detumesce and I never wanted it to leave my mouth, but eventually it slid from between my lips and withdrew, disappearing back whence it came. I looked at the glory hole; it seemed sad now that his cock was no longer there for me. I heard a whispered "Thanks, man!" - such a rich baritone voice - the click of his door opening, and he was gone, leaving me with his cum still oozing from my lips. I bathed my face in his juices and inhaled deeply to catch the fading odours of his maleness. It only happened to me once, but for me that one time was worth a lifetime of glory holes.

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