After a month long dry spell, the glory hole has regained its allure, somewhere to cum so hard and good while showing off - cocks really do get men off. I have had made several men cum just watching, since the first time someone came while displaying myself, intentionally wanting to turn a stranger on with my own arousal. That was just a few weeks ago; now the idea of getting off together with a stranger, my prick positioned perfectly for him to watch me stroke, while in turn watching him stroke his own erect cock, has become well practiced in reality. The enjoyment includes an honest nostalgia, mixed with a certain delight in finding that others are equally entranced by cumming like this. And how easy it is to meet them, if not every time visiting.
After high school, a friend and I would often masturbate together, sharing 70s Playboy, Penthouse, Gallery, Club, Hustler and such mags, learning a couple of real basic techniques from the other - Vaseline was my shared idea, his was Trojan lubricated condoms- We both later enjoyed Vaseline lotion and some real hardcore porn he had found. For a while, a third person was also part of our jacking off, but the most intense orgasms were always as a pair, even if a group does have its own dynamic. We three spent a few months sharing porn and stroke sessions, until a point came after lengthening intervals without him, it was again just us two.
But something like the first time I fingered my own ass while being seen doing it, especially having started first, was an introduction to much of the same mixture of intense thrill bordering on fear, overcome by the wonderful sensations, as occurs when visiting the glory hole. Including the pure joy when he began doing the same thing that day, knowing that we would do this again, because it was such pure physical joy. This is the point where anticipation and fear begins fueling the pleasure, sex freely filling our minds, flooding cleanly over all concerns until nothing is left but savoring the approach of our orgasms, discovering a new and 'secret' game to play together, knowing that our tight and full balls would fill our cocks as we started spurting gloriously white jets of pleasure.
I have no idea if fingering was something my friend learned from me, but after having done it a few times alone, the idea of letting him see how good it was became easier to imagine, until it was simply a matter of time. After getting hot enough, I used both hands in the opened Vaseline container, and let the Vaseline on my left hand soften and melt between my thighs while rubbing my still somewhat sparsely haired balls. This occasion remains deeply sunk in memory, in part because getting worked up enough to actually share such hidden games tugged me along, a feeling of straying beyond the allowed, even if we had been jacking off together for a couple of years already.
Playing with asses is another intense game discovered in part with someone else - we both preferred two fingers, starting slowly, but getting faster, often moving our hands while stretching against the tightening ring of our now pulsing and stretched assholes, feeling two intense sources of pleasure at the same time. Kneeling or squatting with our cocks jutting out, or sometimes pushed down towards the floor, eyelids fluttering in concentration, our panting growing louder than the sound of our hands sliding along our well lubricated shafts, the magazines around us, no longer the center of focused attention. Certain interests of mine were first explored then, and since, often satisfied by women. Now, after more than a dozen years of marriage, I find that men retain their own unique sexual thrill, especially when that man is a complete stranger.
We never touched each other then at any time (never even thought of it, which is an interesting comment now about how naive younger people can be), though we would get naked together, after having first gathered the mags - sex is better nude, it seems, even when just masturbating. Jacking off when young and so horny is deliciously irresistible, a feeling of the forbidden yielding to the tempting enjoyment of a growing cock, making thoughts of anything beyond the pleasure impossible.
Learning to share and enjoy orgasms in union came later, with women. Though a couple of those early times, watching someone with a cock as hard as mine had been very intense, with both of us pumping cum, knowing we were getting off together. There weren't really any shared looks, though - noticing that the other was watching tended to be embarrassing, not that we stopped, and certainly not embarrassing every time - a hard cock is its own honesty, after all. Sometimes, a quick glance was made, to just confirm that we were both horny for the same reasons, making each other hotter when stroking ourselves - like when turning the pages we were both looking at, until the pictures were lost in a haze of pure lust. And having new pictures appear when incapable of anything but playing with yourself was a luxury in pre-video/Internet times, something to share in turn, until we were both pumping so hard that pictures faded before the intensity of cumming.
