Glory holes remain a late discovered treat - in a way, this is good, otherwise I would likely have spent too much time when younger getting off this way - not to mention the time thinking about getting off. As it is, a couple of months between visits seems to be a reasonable rhythm. And as with most things, making a connection to get off is never going to work everytime - hot sex always has a random factor, and is always at best hit or miss. This is why the porn in the booth is part of the charm, a reason for visiting such porn shops for more than 20 years - jacking off and cumming watching porn is almost always reliable. Though even there, not always - nothing in sex is really certain.
The variety of porn, from gay to straight to groups to pregnant to teen (yeah, sometimes watching a teen get off playing with herself is one of those at the time not guilty pleasures, though she has to be unshaven as bald pussy does nothing for me, at any age) to watching completely new things as my stroked cock cums, is one of the attractions of a good porn shop. But finding and visiting a glory hole adds a new level that stirs my cock still. Watching another man stroke his cock makes me hard, and from there, the games are wonderful. And a glory hole seems such a decadent male kick, something which women don't seem to really understand, but which men certainly do. After all, we are the ones playing with each other without any bothering to speak.
Part of what makes this so hot is that the other person is so obviously sharing your own pleasure. About the only thing I find sexy about a man is a hard cock, it seems, and it makes me hard in turn watching one being stroked. This was true as a teenager jacking off to porn mags with a friend or two, and it is still true now. A glory hole is about little else, already attraction enough, though the hotter pleasures became clear quickly from the first touch of another man, and his hand making my cock cum, unstoppably. Only then did I find out that getting men off is as hot as them getting me off. Though not everyone goes to a glory hole with the same interests, I have found a number of men who share my tastes, their unbelievable pleasure making talents hopefully matched by my beginner's eagerness, though all of them were strangers. Faceless sex is hotter than I could have guessed, and is one of the things which has always turned me on to imagine. My imagination was poor compared to the rich reality of having an unknown man make me cum.
Today is cold and gray, a good day for doing shopping errands and stopping off at the porn shop to see how my luck was going. The last time I had visited, two or so weeks ago, I kept reaching and touching a hard cock through the opened slider, but each time, after a few seconds, he would move out of reach - not bothered, exactly, but definitely not interested - I could look but not really touch. Afterwards, myself frustrated, I thought maybe my reaching and touching his cock was a bother - but today, going back to the glory hole, it occurred to me, my cock already pleasantly half-erect against my jeans, that any man having his erect cock stroked 4 or 5 different times by a stranger is likely to wonder about the experience, and likely to at least see what happens on a return visit. If he is lucky, it will be a more satisfying way to cum, with another man stroking or sucking his cock.
My luck started running well from the beginning - one booth empty, the other door closed and maybe empty, but getting closer it was clear someone was playing porn inside. I stepped into the other booth, seeing a slit open from his side, and my slider completely open, and got the coins/bills ready - and the bill collector didn't work. The coins did, and the partly opened door on his side was a very good reason to get ready to enjoy myself. As the first coin went in, I unzipped and unbuttoned my jeans, and sat down, legs spread, my dark cock hair curling under my fist, my left hand clicking through the porn. After a minute or so of stroking, the channel switching showed two men fucking a woman together, one under her and one on top, both with their ¾ hard cocks in her tightly filled pussy. Thinking of the cock next to me, this seemed a hot thing, and I turned the sound higher, as he had.
The woman who introduced me to coil vibrators, another decades long affair with a toy which makes people cum delightfully, loved getting off to listening and watching two men fuck a woman together - or more. She got off on porn where the woman was taking three or four men, often with three men fucking together, sandwiched, hard cocks rubbing and feeling each other as they fucked her cunt and ass. Some of the kinkiest and hottest porn I have watched with a woman, and neither of us, both turned on watching it (after relaxing with a plentiful pipeful of weed), considered it bi - but today, the idea of the two cocks fucking together on the screen turned me on more than the idea of feeling a wet pussy's magic on my cock. And knowing that now, another cock was likely being stroked like mine, the gap beckoned irresistibly for more attention to what was going on.
His faded blue jeans were unzipped, his cock in his hand, a nice bush of dark hair when I first looked through, no longer able to wait, my hardening cock in hand. His foreskin was still covering the head of his cock, a head clearly hard and wanting to be stroked, covered with pale skin. Watching, I then did something for the first time - I reached my finger through the gap on his side, and slowly but not exactly quietly slid his door open. And after a short time, stroking my ever harder cock and watching him, I beckoned with my fingers. We kept stroking, me getting harder and losing myself more in my stroking, thinking of how his cock would feel in my hand, and after a short time, I beckoned again, my cock turned-on in my hand, thumb and forefinger under its flared head, the hottest spot to stroke.
He started to rise, as did I, putting the rest of my coins in. He then slipped his cock through the glory hole, and as I touched it with my left hand, my right hand felt ever hotter on my now stiff-straight rod. After a minute or so of stroking him, his cock warm and heavy in my hand, I wet my fingers, and started playing with the now lubricated and sliding head of his cock. He pressed harder, lost in what I was doing, which made me start to moan as my stroked cock started becoming unstoppably turned on, balls tight and on that delgihtful edge of cumming which can last so wonderfully long - or end so mindlessly quickly.
I was losing all control by now, which is what I truly wanted here (and prepared for, in my accustomed way - getting stoned makes a glory hole much better, it seems a lot of bi men find, me included - though not only bi men, as my summer swimming partner also finds weed adds a certain zest to some of our games). He pulled back, and signaled with his own fingers to enter glory with him. But I was so turned on, cumming in only seconds of feeling his hand on me would be impossible to resist - and part of me wanted nothing else, imagining how good orgasming with his stroking would be just making me hornier still as my stroking kept getting ever more intense. Staying in place, stroking myself as with as much restraint as my ever weaker brain could provide, again mindlessly moaning quietly, this was all which I could do at this point.
Now, my stroking began to include the idea of showing him how clearly turned on I was after watching his cock in hand - my cock was close to the gap, and I kept stroking in the direction his eyes were likely to be, from the way he was sitting, stroking himself with legs spread wide, a very relaxed posture except for his obviously more aroused cock - quivering, without being touched. This was a sexy thought, making another man hard by showing off, and this just kept making me ever more obvious in my lust.
After a while, my cock had settled into a calmer mode, and after sitting down again, I beckoned him again, with fingers moving, quite confident he would not resist, my fingers clearly showing how good he would feel in my hand again. And as expected, he stood up smoothly, with little delay, putting his cock through again promptly. We were both turned on, but I was clearly very close to that delightful edge, while he still had a nice time to enjoy getting even hotter, as I wet my fingers again, and started moving up and down his red cock head, the foreskin now pulled back, my hand stroking his length.
