A Glory Hole Newbie

When Kyle heard the bolt go in the adjoining cubicle he froze, his heart palpitating a little stronger and faster than usual. Should he stay or should he leave and cut his losses? He decided that if a new cock protruded through the glory hole he would definitely go. He peered through the top hole and saw an eye. He stepped back to give the guy a good look at his handsome face, then looked back through the hole. The occupier stood back to reciprocate Kyle's gesture. He was an older guy, probably in his late fifties, but with a good head of silver hair. The man smiled and waggled his tongue lasciviously.

The face disappeared from view, then a few seconds later appeared through the bottom and much larger hole. Again, the tongue gestures. At least Kyle was reassured that this might be a gay person's invitation to present his cock to be pleasured, a cock that was now rock hard again. The man positively salivated at this wondrous site, his face pressed even harder against his side of the glory hole. Kyle was almost concerned that he might push too hard and get his head stuck. Bending his knees slightly he fed his rampant prick to the hungry man's mouth. The man slurped at his helmet hungrily, his tongue rolling round it under his foreskin just like the guy did the day before. If only his girlfriend would do that. He loved her dearly, but she was a bit of a novice in the blowjob department. Kyle always felt that she was not too keen on performing fellatio, though when Kyle went down on her she was like a woman possessed. And she certainly knew how to fuck and was not averse to trying all kinds of positions. Kyle loved giving her orgasms.

Thanks to the expert ministrations from his neighbour, Kyle wasn't sure how soon his own orgasm might be forthcoming. He thrust forward and embedded the entire length of his prick down the man's throat and started giving him a mouth fuck. The only pleasure missing was having his balls played with. The man had left no space for him to put his balls through the hole as well. In fact, his cock wasn't through the hole either. The man's face was blocking it! With one hand gripping the top of the cubicle, Kyle used his other one to fondle his testicles, a practice he always applied when masturbating. In spite of the fact he had ejaculated three times that day, he felt the fourth one was imminent. Then to his alarm, the man's face disappeared from the hole, leaving his wet cock high and dry, if you'll pardon the contradiction in terms!

"Not again!" Kyle muttered under his breath, then a strange sight caught his eye. A bare arse presented itself to the hole. "OMG - he wants me to fuck him!". Then it disappeared to be replaced by a hand holding a tube of lube. This guy had come well prepared. Kyle's emotions were now a mixed bag. Up until this moment he had excused his actions as not being unfaithful to Sienna. Manual and oral sex was just a bit of harmless fun, but anal sex! Then again, his loins over-ruled his logic. He had tried anal with Sienna early in their relationship, but with only an inch inside her she had found it too painful and the subject was never broached again.

He squeezed the tube and smeared a generous amount of lube to his penis, then handed it back to the man. Two rosy cheeks filled the hole again, The bud between them glistening with the lube the man had applied to himself. Gripping his throbbing hardon at the base, Kyle placed the tip against the glistening bud and gently pushed forward. A gasp then a sigh emanated from next door. The tightness rolled his foreskin down from his bell-end as he pushed further inside. A few more gentle pushes and his thick seven and a half inches was fully embedded in the man's arse hole.

My God - it was so tight. Much tighter than his girlfriend's cunt. The sensation was...well...sensational! He started the pumping motions he was familar with. Each thrust into the guy was greeted with a grunt (of pleasure or pain?) from the man. Kyle definitely wasn't going to last long. Satisfied that he was not causing the man discomfort, he increased the speed of his thrusts. It took him two minutes before his knees buckled and he jettisoned yet another load, this time inside the guy's arse.

After, wiping his cock with some tissues taken out of his trouser pocket, he buckled up and just as he was leaving, the man's face appeared through the hole again, grinned and thanked him for the pleasure. Kyle, taken aback by the man's courtesy, merely said: "Cheers." He left the cubicle and visited the toilet on the floor below to wash his cock and dry it, then his hands.

Back in the street outside, he realised that the time was only 4pm. He wondered whether he might be able to catch an earlier flight home. The feeling of guilt started to ripple through his head again. He was desperate to see Sienna and make love to her.

He arrived at Schiphol Airport just after 5.30pm, having picked up his suitcase from the hotel, and approached the check-in desk. He was lucky. There were vacancies on a flight leaving at 7.45pm. He paid the necessary fee and went to the bar to give himself Dutch courage. To confess to Sienna of his sexual misdemeanors was out of the question. Perhaps the little trinket he bought for her in the Diamond factory near the Rijksmuseum might help him cope with his guilt.

At 8pm UK time the car he had left at Gatwick drew up outside his house. He was home two hours earlier than originally scheduled and he couldn't wait to surprise her. He quietly opened the front door and closed it. From upstairs he heard their en-suite shower splashing. Leaving his case in the hall, he silently ascended the staircase and opened the bedroom door. His immediate intention was to strip off and burst into the shower a la Hitchcock's Psycho. Her knickers were on the bed along with her other clothes. As he picked her panties up he noticed they were damp.

"Wow! Dirty girl!" he thought. "You've been frigging yourself!" Sienna was missing him already. He held the panties to his nose and sniffed them. His heart missed a beat. He recognised that smell. It was not only her cum juices - white viscous blobs revealed male semen! He looked on the floor beside the bed. Another set of clothes nestled there: a man's shirt, trousers, underpants, socks and shoes. Almost as if on cue, Kyle heard squeals of laughter, then Sienna's voice: "Stop it, John! He'll be home in less than two hours! You must go!"

Through the frosted shower glass door, he could make out the blurred images of two bodies: Sienna's and a man.