I needed to try out an experiment. Walking around my part of London, I see these fit cute boys everywhere. I call them the clones; they all go to the same gyms, wear the same shorts and t's, sport similar haircuts and various stages of muscle development.
And they're all, unbelievably, goddam cute.
Or is it just that I'm getting older?
I would be happy if just one of these guys, hell, ANY OF THEM, would look back at me and wink.
And so I wank about it, I fantasise about them, and I wish.
The reality is, I don't want them to see me, because I'm married and I have to be careful.
Then one day, after hours of porn and seeing alleged 'straight' guys comment on a gloryhole post, an idea struck me.
My Mrs. was out, so I took an old sheet and cut out a hole in the centre, grabbed some nails, my hammer, a step ladder and set to work on the inner vestibule door. It didn't take long, in fact it took less than ten minutes to setup my very own gloryhole.
I stood back and realised it was for tall people only, so a few adjustments and it was average height.
Four hours and thirty-seven minutes until my wife was due home from work. But I checked location on her phone and noted she was far away on the other side of the city.
I downloaded a couple of hook up apps, took a pic of my gloryhole setup, created a profile and waited for the messages to flood in.
They didn't.
I made coffee, and I waited.
Four hours later, after a handful of frustrating conversations with guys that did nothing for me, I gave up and put my experiment away.
Back to the drawing board, I did some research.
It turns out that hunting for cock requires a little bit of skill. Much like hunting, you need to know the habits of your prey and you need to set the traps carefully and with thought.
Timing was everything.
Luckily for me, my wife travels a lot for work, so two weeks later, she headed off on a 3-day weekend trip, leaving me to re-strategize and replan.
On Friday night at 5pm, I setup my gloryhole and I logged into my apps. I took all the text off and simply left one line.
Give or Take.
That's all I said, and after all, it was true. I wanted cock, but I also wanted a hot mouth now and again.
My trap sprung about ten minutes later.
A clone winked me.
I'd done my research, and the jury had spoken. Treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen.
So I ignored the wink.
I got another one.
I very much likened this experiment with fishing, and these winks were like those initial nibbles. Just like with those nibbles, you can't yank them in yet, because you haven't hooked them.
I got a couple more and I waited. One of them was irresistible and I couldn't help it, so I winked back.
"Hey."
"Hey." I'm cool, calm and calculated. I wanted this to happen and I wanted it to remain anon.
"Any pics?" He asked, and it was clear there was no game playing.
