Shane and Joel and the Glory Hole
by Kent Radcliffe
RadcliffeKent@gmail.com
Shane was a generation younger than me, a guy from my neighborhood who I wouldn't have gotten to know except that he was something of a local superstar in high school, and then he went on to an Ivy League college and became something of an internet superstar through his writing and political activities. He was tall and good looking, the type of good looking that is generated by his personality, confidence, and big smile. Whatever exactly he was, Shane owned it.
We talked online every once in a while, sometimes about politics, sometimes about his travels, occasionally about some of the outrageous sexual statements he made publicly on social media. I was fascinated by him, because he was such a model of the unashamed freedom of his generation. I'd had a few experiences with guys, mostly involving masturbation or oral sex, but I found it difficult to admit that even to my gay friends. Shane was so open about his sexual experiences, and listening to his stories was liberating for me, and not just in a vicarious way. Because after a while, he invited me to go along with him on one of his adventures.
In one of our private conversations online, he confided that he had a guy he could anonymously fuck anytime he wanted. Basically, he would just text the guy, and the guy would leave his apartment door unlocked. Shane would come inside, find the guy ass-up in bed with a mask over his face, and Shane would "do his business and go." He asked if I wanted to see it happen. Shane was in Boston and I was in Florida, so he narrated the whole thing with a series of texted photographs--the brownstone as seen from the street, an interior hallway, a door slightly ajar, a bare ass in the air, his own hard and surprisingly large cock plunging into a willing hole. Then there was a short video of the fucking as it happened, and a close-up of Shane's face as he came, and semen leaking from the used ass. Then photos of the door closed firmly, the hallway as he departed, the street. He went out for ice cream afterward, and we laughed about it.
I thought about him as I masturbated to his text messages that night, and the next day I told him how impressed I was by the whole thing, and how cool it was he could do that anytime he wanted to. He liked that I had been jacking off thinking about his encounter, and asked to see my cock. I sent him some photos--it was the first time I had shown them to another guy over a cell phone. I told him I wished I had been there in person for his anonymous fuck, and he said I probably could be someday. I admitted it was probably too intense for me, and he said he had another suggestion.
Shane had another guy that he visited when he felt like it--an anonymous guy in a beautiful Manhattan apartment with a glory hole built into the bedroom doorway. Shane would text him, head over there, let himself in, get serviced, and then leave. He invited me to join him on my next trip north, and so ... I took him up on the offer.
Up until now, Shane and I had only ever been together at social events--plays and stuff like that. We had never even hugged, much less pulled our cocks out to shove them into a glory hole together. But we were both in great spirits when we met up in Boston. I hugged him, and we talked nonstop on the way to the Cambridge apartment where the glory hole was located. Whoever this cocksucker was, he must be loaded. It was as beautiful place.
Once we were inside the beautifully furnished apartment, Shane closed and locked the door behind us. Across the living room was the bedroom door, which had been sealed off with a solid, smooth sheet of plywood painted to match the door frame and featuring a generously proportioned hole at just the perfect level for a comfortable blow job.
"You ready?" Shane asked.
I grinned as he undressed. I didn't realize he would get completely naked for a blow job, but Shane was surprisingly quick at taking everything off and shoving his thickening dick through the hole. As he looked back over his shoulder at me, his change in facial expression told me that he was already being serviced.
"I want to see your cock in person," he said, reaching out toward the front of my jeans. I stepped forward and let Shane unbuckle my belt and undo the front of my jeans. I was rock solid already, and as he wrapped his hand around me I felt a surge of desire for him that I hadn't really expected. I quickly removed my shirt and slid my pants down as he stroked me. I was soon naked just like Shane.
"I've never used a glory hole," I admitted. He was pressed to the wall as close as he could be, and his ass was flexing as he seemed to try to get even further inside that hidden mouth. I was dripping in his hand.
Shane used his grip on my penis to move me behind him, my cock fitting beautifully against his crack, my hands finding their place on his bare hips, my face and his side by side as he was fellated. Again I felt an unexpected emotion--something like a brotherly bond, I guess. We were definitely in this together.
"I'm gonna let you give it a try in a minute," Shane said, "But for now, just ride this with me. Let's fuck his mouth together."
My pre-cum was coating his ass by now, and as I pushed against Shane my dick was moving freely between his muscles. The movement of my hips was pressing Shane harder against the wall, and I could hear the sound of him being sucked down there. We fell into a rhythm together, and I rested the side of my face on his back, my arms circling him now. Shane's breathing deepened. I had experienced this connection once with my yoga instructor, and it was perfection.
I don't know how long we went on that way, but after a while he pulled out from the glory hole. I had a brief glimpse of a mouth down there, but not enough to guess the age, race or even the gender of Shane's connection. Shane gripped my cock in his hand again, stared into my eyes, and guided me to the hole. He kept control of my penis until it was engulfed by the waiting mouth. And then our positions were reversed, and Shane was behind me dictating my movements. He was very good at what he did, moving my whole body with just the pressure of his cock against my ass. He moved like he was fucking me, and that energy transferred into the mouth at the glory hole.
Then suddenly I felt Shane's chest against my back, and he used his hand to press my face against the wall. I was pinned there, flat against the glory hole, Shane holding me very still as the person on the other side of the wall began frantically sucking my cock.
"What if I told you it's a celebrity back there?" Shane said in my ear. "It's someone everybody knows?"
I felt my dick flexing, and my ass cheeks tightened around Shane's persistent cock.
"What if I told you it's not a famous person, but it's someone you know very well? Extremely well."
I let out a moan, and then his hand released my face from the wall and we were kissing. I had no idea who was going down on me just then, but I was very conscious of the fact that Shane's tongue was in my mouth, our arms tangling around each other, and that if Shane ever had any other adventures for me to join him on, I wouldn't say no.
He released me then, and stepped back, and let me enjoy the glory hole on my own. I fucked the mouth through the hole; I withheld my cock so that the cocksucker's tongue shot out hungrily trying to find it, and I slapped his tongue with my dick before giving it back. I realized Shane was taking pictures on his phone as I did this. "Are you going to show those to anyone?" I asked.
`Yes," he said.
I fucked the glory hole even harder. Shane stood behind me, moved the head of his cock against my hole, and took a picture of what it might look like if he fucked me. He then reached between me and the wall, took my cock away from that hungry mouth, and turned me to face him. He arranged our erections side by side and took a picture of that too.
"Let me show you something else," he said, brushing me aside to make room by the glory hole. He took both my hands in his. I had no idea where this was going, but trust me, I was following. "You know how pistons work?" he asked. Before I could answer, he had pressed his ass to the hole in the wall, and bent forward toward me. I realized a very large cock was engaging with Shane's asshole, and he was using his grip on my hands to position me so that my dick slid into his mouth. He let go of my hands, and me and the man behind the wall began to fuck Shane from both directions like a machine. I had not expected Shane to take my cock in his mouth, but now that it was happening, I knew that I'd be sucking him too. I had to.
I told him this. He let my cock slip from his mouth, and straightened up a bit to talk to me face to face, even though his ass was still being pounded through the hole. "You want to suck my cock? Really?"
"Very much," I said.
He smiled at me, and also moaned a bit as that huge dick worked its way inside him. "Then you're going to," he said. "But I want you to have your hole against the wall as you do it. I want you to see what that's like."
"I don't want to get fucked," I told him.
"Hey--hey--the cocksucker works for US," Shane said. "He'll only do what I tell him to do."
With that, Shane stepped forward, disengaging from the wall. For a moment there was a very large, good looking cock there, but it disappeared quickly.
"Just lean back against the hole, and you'll feel what he can do with his tongue."
Shane took both my hands and moved me into place. Almost immediately I felt a muscular tongue exploring my ass, and it quickly slid inside me. I hadn't told Shane this, but I had never been rimmed before. I think he could tell by my facial expression, though.
Shane was rubbing my shoulders and watching my facial reactions as I was being eaten. We both started grinning at each other again, and then he slowly pushed me down onto his cock.
When Shane entered my mouth for the first time, he moved slowly but took his cock the whole way in, until my lips were on the base of his cock and my face was buried in his crotch. He moved out again in another slow, steady move, and I found myself loving his penis. I no longer needed a glory hole--I just needed Shane's beautiful dick entering me. He was talking to me while he did this, while the cocksucker ate my ass, and I felt like I was floating between them.
"Before we leave here," he was saying, "you're gonna fuck me, Joel. You're gonna put your semen inside me. It's okay that you don't want to be fucked--but understand this: I need to give you my cum, and you need to take it. In a minute I'm going to shoot in your mouth, and I need you to swallow every drop of it. You understand?"
"The moment you are done swallowing my cum, stand up and fuck me. Cum in my ass."As he was saying this, the expansion of his already powerful dick told me that the first jet of semen was coming. He filled my mouth several times, loudly swearing as he did so. I licked him clean. He pulled me away from the wall, and stuck one finger in the glory hole. Almost immediately the huge penis slid into view. Shane bent over, his ass aimed at me, and he began servicing the cock through the glory hole.
I had never been inside a man before, but I knew what to do, and I entered Shane smoothly. He sucked the dick in front of him according to the thrusts of my cock in his ass, and we were a machine again. Soon I could tell his mouth was filling with this stranger's seed, and it caused me to unload in Shane's hole. I stayed hard afterward, remaining inside him as he straightened up. I wrapped my arms around him, and Shane rested his head back against my shoulder.
As we left he said, "You know that was Tom Cruise, right?"
"No way! What?"
Shane just laughed. "You never know."