Some of my best memories of giving blowjobs are through glory holes. I used to love spending an afternoon or evening in the arcade of an adult bookstore or adult theater, playing the game of cruising and watching a guy go into one booth or another. If there seemed to be interest, I’d follow him into an adjoining booth and the excitement would begin.

In the booth, I’d wait for him to drop a few coins into the video machine and flip through the channels of porn to find something that caught his eye. I’d peek through the glory hole as he grabbed his crotch and undid his pants and I’d signal through the glory hole with my fingers that I was ready and willing.

The variety of beautiful (and some not-so-beautiful) cocks that would then appear through the glory hole was amazing to me. I am an orally inclined gay man, so it was literally heaven to have a cock appear and wait for me to begin sucking it and enjoying the feel of it in my mouth. The fact that I had no idea who was on the other side of the glory hole only increased the pleasure for me. I had the pleasure of enjoying so many cocks from so many different men that I ordinarily would not have had without the anonymity of the glory hole.

Glory holes allow the experience to be distilled to just the essential elements of oral sex. For me, I’d listen and observe for reactions to try and figure out what worked for the man and what didn’t work. I’d vary where my tongue was as my mouth slid up and down his shaft or I’d add in some hand motion as well to help increase the sensation. Over time, I became an expert cocksucker with a deep understanding of how to use my mouth to please a man and make him cum.

When I was lucky in the booth, I was rewarded with a pulsating orgasm shooting down my throat. I loved feeling a guy’s cock pulsate between my lips as he ejaculated. Once he was done, he’d retract his penis, button up and leave the other booth while I waited a bit to give him time to leave. Swallowing his load was my reward for a job well done. Once he was safely gone, I’d exit the booth, wash off, and then, if I wasn’t ready to leave, begin the hunt all over again.

I still visit adult video arcades from time to time when there’s an opportunity, but these types of places are fewer and fewer each year. I miss them but now I hope to reinvent the experience at home or in a hotel with a portable glory hole from this site. I look forward to the day when we’ll be free to play again.