Part of what makes a glory hole so hard to resist is the ease in simply cumming with someone else, sharing little beyond a definite interest in getting hard and getting off with another person. No complications, little time spent beyond that leading to orgasm, essentially avoiding the complications of shame or embarrassment. Growing hard and then having a man get me off still has a kinky flavor about it, a strangely intoxicating mixture of horniness along with a feeling of the unknown and unallowed. Added to this are the growing number of truly memorable orgasms which keeps pulling me back to see what else unimagined will happen. Staying complete strangers while getting each other off, such easy faceless sex makes things much easier to deal with for both people at a glory hole, allowing for the simple compartmenting of very different pleasures. This helps keep the focus on getting off with another man, avoiding distractions, as both so obviously share the same tastes in many ways already when they step into such a place.
As I re-entered my favorite glory hole for the first time after a several month break, someone was leaving, and the door to the side I normally prefer less was open. The other side still seemed to have someone in it, from the porn to be heard playing behind the closed door. Though now a definitely minor attraction of a video booth, it is always enjoyable to share someone else's taste in porn.
My cock started to stir when going into the booth, and the stirring started to become truly irresistible after noticing the slider was open on both sides. After stepping in, closing and locking the door, taking money out, and then putting some in the slot, I collected myself a bit, as the sheer excitement was making it difficult to think. This was the first time that began so unambiguously in any of my various glory hole visits and experiences. Nervous with anticipation of the unknown but desirable pleasures now close at hand, I quickly switched through channels for something which would be at least arousing and loud enough to make it less obvious when unzipping and sliding down my jeans. Arousing in part to get past the embarrassment of actually undressing with the idea of cumming with a man, without any excuse except for how good it felt. Even if the space of a glory hole isn't really public in one sense, it certainly isn't a private one, a fact which just adds to the entire thrill of anonymous sex. (I can't imagine what a gay porn theater in the 80s would have been like - doing such things really in public, and with more than one person, is something which seems irresistible after getting hard, though such theaters are likely less common now.)
After a moment, still standing somewhat blankly, having not really noticed the porn anyways except in brief flashes of men sucking each other, or women and men fucking, the idea of simply getting ready for sex with another man while he watched was a previously unimagined idea that could now become real, something I had never really considered. After turning towards the open glory hole, I unbuttoned and then unzipped my jeans, without letting them fall, done as clearly as possible with the idea of sex, at least in my mind. My hand then moved up from the bottom of my open jeans to unbutton the bottom button of the basic canvas shirt I was wearing. After opening up the shirt a bit to give him a better view, my dark curly pubic bush was now free, as was the base of my downward directed and still swelling dick. At this point, it seemed to make sense to gather stock of what was going on, after concentrating so hard on trying to do something well for the first time. Which was in turn making concentration on anything else ever more a challenge. This quickening change of focus, from the practical to the purely sexual is one of the things which makes this style of sex with another man so glorious.
I could see someone sitting on the other side of the wall, legs spread, and it was pretty clear that he would be unlikely to mind watching a cock get hard. Which wouldn't take long, as my right hand began to slide down, first touching the bulge along the denim, then coming back the same way, bringing along the half erect length of my turned on dick. I was getting shaky from the sensations and the growing pleasure, and my now upright and free cock simply slipped into my hand, thickening as my fist closed with thumb and finger close to the underside of the cockhead. Now free of the jeans, the difference in texture and temperature was simply another piece of the delightful changes my sensitive and aroused skin was experiencing. After flipping the channel several times, again more as an excuse than anything else, although also to sneak a peek at any hot gay porn while getting hard with another man, I looked through and saw a somewhat small cock, not hard, being nicely stroked by someone who did seem to appreciate what he had likely been seeing.
My cock is fairly average in my eyes, though able to stand comparison in general. I am certainly content with it, and there has been no reason to have any self-doubts about its appearance. And for the first time, it was actually being shown off as part of having sex, attempting to get someone horny enough to enjoy cumming with it - speaking very generally, women don't care much about being shown off to that way, though men certainly love looking at anything which gets them turned on. And for a man who likes looking at cocks, I didn't mind trying to get him more deeply interested in mine, as I had already become interested in his.
