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Storytime lol
I've never seen a glory hole before.
Well, at least not in real life. This one university student told me there's a cruising spot in this one university building in the men's restrooms in the basement. He said, sometimes it gets pretty steamy in there. A vague description that I wasn't sure I could take seriously.
Yesterday, I happened to be nearby that building and on a whim I decided to go check it out. I had no intention to actually have sex or anything. All I wanted was to see if there actually is a glory hole in there as the guy had said.
I entered the restroom which was empty at this late hour. And there it was, the hole in the wall. I smiled because I have a childish humour lel. I was going to take a picture just because I could and then leave.
While I was holding my phone up I got a message on a dating app: "Where are you?" His profile was mostly anonymous, no picture. A 28 year-old Arab who was very close nearby. I just did a yes, and and responded: "Last stall on the right." "On my way."
A quick and subtle panic. What was I even doing here? I just wanted to see if the glory hole was actually a real thing 😅 But then I already heard the door open, someone was walking to the stall next to me. He pushed his still-soft dick through the hole. I just went along with it and started sucking him.
It was a beautiful cock. Cut and with a complexion. I guess, the little description he had of himself was true. And it was so big. I just love sucking dick, haha. I wish I could have licked his hairy balls, too but I could only see a bit of them through the hole.
After a few moments I heard him say "I'm coming" and dude ... did he come a lot. The sheer amount was a little surprising but very much welcome. I swallowed and licked it all up, a little unwilling to ever let go of this beautiful cock. He pulled back, got dressed.
Ermm, but what now? I've never done this before. Do we just walk out, should one person wait? Is there something like an etiquette to this? I texted him back, maybe a little clumsily "this was hot". "Yeah."
He walked out of his stall. Should I go, too? It would be a lie to say I wasn't curious to see what he looked like. But then again, maybe it would be better not to find out. I mean, there's a risk it could ruin the whole experience, isn't there? 😄
But I already heard the heavy metal door of the restroom shut with a loud thum. That's when I left too and while I was walking from the stall back to the bus station I couldn't help but keep looking to my left and right to see if maybe I could find the Arab with the beautiful, juicy dick.
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Peim van der Sloot. Anarchy on the horizon, 2024.
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A dom top dipping his dick into a drink before giving it to me has been a sexual fantasy of mine for so long ughhh
Little bro likes a cocktail on the beach
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Guess in whose arms I was lying yesterday <3
It was a bit of a surprise. The young muscly bear and I were just hanging out. I was reading something, he was lying in his bed. I walked over to him to say goodbye, so I tried to hug him but I ended up resting my head on his chest as we kept talking. With a smirk, he said that we should "test what it's like to lie next to each other in his bed". The phrasing was so peculiar, it made me smile.
We cuddled, dosed off, cuddled again. His legs felt tingly, he said. I responded I would offer to massage them but I don't really know :D He wanted me to massage his back instead and so I did.
His back is so wide. I admit I am basic for this but it turned me on that he has such a masculine physique. He's a very tall, fairly buff guy. He moaned softly because my hands felt good on his muscles. Even though he still wore his shirt it was so sensual, slightly sexual and yet still innocent. He has next to no experience with men and I didn't want to push it further, at least not this time. I had not douched anyway lol.
We cuddled some more. And as I was lying in his arm I stroked his beard, fondled his earlobe. Then I left. It was very sweet :)
"I'm here. I'm here."
I told him that I was at the end of my rope. That therapy was coming to an end and yet again nothing has changed. That I was thinking again about the one option that I knew would end it all.
And he said: "I'm here. I'm here." He started playing on the guitar and sang for me. He improvised melodies and words. His voice was soothing. Just him being there for me was soothing. Like a father holding his son in his arm, protecting him, caring for him. Which is maybe a bit strange because he's quite a bit younger than me.
It was the first time I felt someone was actually there for me.
I cried a little while he was singing. I cried so much more after I had to hang up. I'm crying again as I am writing this down. But it feels like a good kind of crying.
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Henrik Simonsen (Danish, born 1974)
"Yellow Tree" (2023)
Oil on canvas (150 x 140 cm)
Private collection.
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