The United States of America is a country that I have loved to visit over the past decade plus. It’s unlike just about every other place I’ve ever been, but also incredibly familiar at times too. The people are fun, the cities are full of life, and it really is a great place to explore yourself.
My first trip was one in which I was able to take in both west & east coasts. And while Vegas may be the poster city for wild experiences, my stories come from the Bay and the Big Apple. The Bay, San Francisco, was such a fun city to visit, as it was just before the big tech boom of the 2010’s. Visually very Sydney, but culturally it felt far more Melbourne. On my last night there I decided I wanted to take a walk around by myself, after some wet days, and the opportunity to explore at my own speed was appealing.
Soon I found myself within the famous LGBT neighborhood. After sticking my head in and out of a few venues, I was disappointed to learn that this particular mid-weeknight was quiet. Thankfully that wasn’t the case everywhere as I was soon at the doorway of the famous Nob Hill Theatre. Upon entry it seemed much like many of the cinema venues of Melbourne at the time, but that was until I decided to purchase a ticket and head into the theatre. My naïve tourist eyes must have popped out of my head, as I don’t think one set of eyes didn’t turn to me. The theatre was lit by red light and the noise of some type of pop music. On stage were two men, both half naked, both incredibly sexy. One was an incredibly fit black man, maybe mid-20’s and with every part of his body perfectly sculptured, like he should have been in a museum in Florence. While he was half naked when I entered, his singlet was soon removed and that’s when my eyes became locked onto his cock, which hit every stereotype you could imagine. Thick, huge and I’m pretty sure not fully at mast, I was in awe. I soon took my seat and my attention focused on the other man on stage. He was smaller, maybe a little under 6ft, and Latino. He was slim, rather than muscular, and had long shoulder length hair. He was wearing nothing more than a blue G-string, and from the size of his bulge he was clearly well equipped too. Sitting reasonably close to the front I soon could see that every guy around me had their cock out, stroking themselves to varying levels of firmness. Feeling left out, I slid my jeans and boxers to my ankles and started to play with my cock. As the performers continued on stage, I could feel my eyes spending more time on those around me, as I felt my inexperienced vibes were clearly taking focus for the room. A guy who looked to be in his mid-40s was 6 seats along from me and had been jacking himself very quickly, and soon let out a growl as he shot his load up into the air, before it settled down upon his shirt. As much as I wanted to keep going with my own wank, I pulled my jeans back up, strapped my hard dick under my belt and made an awkward exit. As I went through the door and into the shop area the attendant flashed me a wry smile and asked how I went. “Yeah good” was my shy response, before I quickly headed for a doorway to a different area.
Once down the corridor I found what looked like a run of booths. Assuming they were cyber booths, I thought this looked like the perfect spot to finish myself off in private. A couple of notes into the machine and with the door locked behind me, I quickly removed my jeans once again and took my top off. Sitting on the plastic chair completely naked, my cock raging hard, I relaxed and focused on the screen. I must have been settled for less than 30 seconds when I saw a flash of movement out of my left eye, which jolted me upright.
There in the light from the monitor, was a thick black cock suspended in the air. In a soft but grumbly voice from the other side of the booth I heard ”it’s all good man, it doesn’t bite”. Unlike the first black cock of the evening, I had seen that didn’t look hard, this one very much was. Uncut, 7 inches long and thick, this cock was also incredibly smooth. Again naïve, but I had never encountered a glory hole, and to that point such anonymous sex was a fantasy level I didn’t think would ever really happen.
I reached out my left hand and wrapped it around the middle of his shaft. His cock throbbed in my hand, as I slowly started to jerk him. “Not dry, spit on it” came his voice, so with that I let a long drop of salvia fall from my lips onto his tip, and then with my right hand I started to rub his cock up and down. His cock twitched an approval in my hand as he gently said, “that’s it”. I could feel my whole body begin to get warm and shake as I continued to stroke this stranger’s cock. In my mind I remember thinking to myself just keep wanking until he cums, but soon my knees had moved closer to his wall, and while I was hoping for his load on my chest, my mouth was instinctively wrapping my lips around his glistening knob. As some strangers pre-cum filled my mouth for the first time, I had a feeling of slut pulse through me. But not in a bad way, almost in a sense of pride. As I stroked my cock with my right hand, I gently started to squeeze his balls with my left, as my mouth and throat did what they could to swallow as much of this mystery meat as I could. I wasn’t experienced enough to deep throat then, especially not a cock this thick, but I could feel myself push my throat further. He responded by starting to thrust in and out of the hole and soon my eyes & throat swelled, and I needed to stop. As I pulled my head back, salvia went everywhere. “More” was the response, so I put both hands firmly around him, pulling his cock as I sucked his head. I heard a bang on the wall, and assuming it was something unrelated kept up my speed. Soon his groan rang out and a heavy shot of cum darted off the back of my throat, quickly followed by two more. While the first drops went straight down my throat, the rest came back out and down my beard and chest. His cock started to go limp in my hands and he pulled away. My head was racing, my first truly anonymous sexual experience! Feeling a sense of satisfaction, I propped myself back on my seat and went to put in another few dollars to finish myself off. As I did so I felt a hand grab my arse. Through the other side was a long arm of a white man. “That was hot, I am happy to help you out” he said. Sure, was my low key result and within seconds my dick was through his glory hole and into his mouth. If I struggled to deep throat this gentleman did not. His wet warm mouth was soon at my base. His sucking was amazing, and soon I was shooting my load deep in his mouth. While I struggled to keep my deposited load in my mouth, he didn’t release my cock from his mouth until every drop was in his stomach and I was half limp again. As I pulled myself back through the hole I said, “thanks mate” to which he replied “you’re welcome, what a tasty load”.
With full post orgasm clarity taking over my body I realized that my quick explore of the city had now become a couple of hours and I better get to the bar I needed to be for dinner. But it was very much a glorious first glory hole & anonymous sex experience. It’s a shame that Nob Hill Theatre is no more, but I feel very lucky to have visited such an iconic venue.