Date: Sat, 15 Jul 2017 10:04:05 -0400
From: Kent Radcliffe <radcliffekent@gmail.com>
Subject: SHANE AND JOEL AND THE GLORY HOLE by Kent Radclife

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."