Back in the days when
Yahoo!
was the place to hook up, I saw a posting on one of the groups there for a glory hole set up at a house near by. The attached photos made it very clear what the focus of the poster was - he wanted pictures of big or really big cocks coming through his glory hole, and of him sucking them off. That also being an interest of mine, and my apartment being set up so that a glory hole was not a practical idea, I sent him a message.
About a week or so later, I got an email from him, asking for some pertinent information that would let him know I was not a basher or a cop, and was serious about what I was into, and was healthy. All good signs, as far as I was concerned, and I sent the information he had asked for.
About another week later, on a Friday night, I got an IM from him. His place would be open, starting at 9. He sent directions, and how to signal I was there. So I jumped into the car and drove the half mile to where he had said his place was. It frankly took longer to find parking than to get there, and I arrived at about 9:10.
He had one of those places... a group of small cottages surrounding a communal central patio, each cottage not being much bigger than 400 square feet. His had the advantage of having a back door, and he had said to come to the back door, come in, and then knock twice. He had a green bulb in his porch lamp as he'd said he would, and so I knew which cottage was his without having to read the number by the door in the poor light.
I went around to the back door and let myself in, and found myself in a pantry holding a bunch of kitchen and cleaning supplies and a small water heater. Facing me, and almost certainly leading to the cottage's kitchen was a doorway blocked by a single sheet of plywood with a glory hole cut into it. And not crudely - he again went up in my estimation. It was cut oblong, taller than it was wide - about 5" high and 3" wide, to accommodate people of different heights and sizes. It was routed out around the edges to have a smooth surface, and varnished to keep it clean and free of splinters or obstructions. Above it there was a grab bar set at the top of the doorway. Beyond it I could see a dim light.
I knocked twice, and within a few seconds, a voice said "hello?" I explained who I was, and mentioned the parking, and we both got a laugh out of that. The area was, and is, infamous for that. I could see on his side of the door that he was moving a pillow into place for his knees and changing a light, which I took to be for the photos. That was OK with me, and when we'd discussed it on-line, I'd said I was fine with it, so long as I got copies.
I unzipped, and put my cock through the hole, and he got to work. He was very talented and very appreciative. He paused a few times to get pictures, and made very nice sounds, and within 15 or 20 minutes I came, and he swallowed every drop, thanked me, and told me he'd be in touch. He also told me there was a box of baby wipes on the shelf near me, which was a very nice detail. He took good care of us.
I went home, and within an hour got e-mailed a few photos that looked pretty good.
A couple of weeks later, I go another e-mail from him, telling him that he would be opening the hole on Friday night, starting at 9, and please to be on time, as he was expecting more than just me.
