You jack off because you can do it, not really for the pleasure. I feel like masturbating is similar to any drug: sometimes you do it too much and you feel numb. You get so used to coming that it doesn’t even feel fun anymore. Guys have sexual needs, you know? And any guy who masturbates frequently understands that sometimes jacking off can get a little boring. It’s like I’m just picking up a Coke, la dee dah. A straight guy getting sucked off at a gay glory hole is really just trying to bust a nut, nothing more, nothing less. I bet it if there were a vending machine that a guy could stick his dick in and it would feel exactly like a blow job, he would do it. Sort of mechanical, like sex vending machine. It’s an act removed from sexual orientation if you really think about it. All I have to do is stand here, get sucked off, finish whenever I finish and leave. Most guys are super lazy and want to get their dicks sucked without having to reciprocate or do anything else to their sex partner. As he’s working on me sometimes he pulls off, waits a moment before going back on, and I wonder if there is more than one cocksucker back there as part of this operation. But I’m too focused on the pleasure to be worried.Įverything feels really good. I don’t know why I don’t think he will chop my penis off or bite me or puke on me or draw a happy face on my dick with a Sharpie or do something else scary and newsworthy. There was not a “pleased to meet you.” I don’t even know what he looks like, just the few pictures he emailed me, if that’s even really him.įeeling antsy, I guess, a finger reaches through the hole, kind of like how you rub your hands together to indicate you’re about to dig into a delicious meal. A hole is cut in the middle that’s large enough to handle men of all sizes - height as well as dick size.
It’s covering the whole doorway from top to bottom. I’m led to a giant slab of cardboard situated in a doorway. I follow his voice in the dark, confident that no one was going to like pop out, stab me, wrap my carcass in a bag and toss me in the Lake. It’s dark, the smell of incense burning and judging by this whole set up, something tells me I’m not the first dick he’s sucked tonight.
I show up at the door, “Hey I’m here,” and he emails me back to just walk in. He emailed me his address - I didn’t give him my phone number because I don’t really know if I want a guy with a glory hole in his apartment to have my phone number, you know? Since I had already been masturbating with my lube of preference, I showered up real fast and walked over. With all the Craigslist murders and what not you’d think I’d be scared, but I wasn’t really worried about anything.
Turns out he only lived a couple blocks away, and I was so curious and so horny at this point that as long as I didn’t have to touch his dick or interact with him sexually, I was down to give this glory hole thing a try.
I sent him an email from my spam account, don’t know why. Young expert cocksucker here looking for straight/bi/masculine gay guys who need to get sucked off. So I click this guy’s profile and I’m rock hard thinking about somebody sucking me off and there’s a headless pic of him with his dick out, a turn off, but I read the text of the ad: This means I always feel like I’m begging to get my dick sucked, which kind of defeats the whole purpose of getting your dick sucked. Getting my dick sucked is my favorite sexual activity, and there aren’t a lot of girls out there who really love doing it. I saw an ad for a guy whose headline was “Talented Cocksucker Here” and I was curious. Sometimes I like to read the m4m posts on Craigslist just for fun.