In A Dark, Dank Basement

In A Dark, Dank Basement[This one’s dedicated to SuperCutCinema, for making such awesome videos!]I didn’t have any trouble finding the address, thanks to Google Maps! I typed it in, and—there the marker showed up almost instantly! I parked in the alley, as per instructions, and I let myself in through the back fence gate, and then to the basement door in this other guys house, where he said he had his private glory hole set up. ‘Take the stairway down,’ he had texted earlier, ‘then take a quick right, and under the stairway you took is where I’ll be waiting for you. You’ll see the glory hole plainly.’Everything he’d said was true.As I’d gone down the stairway into his basement, the first thing I noticed was how dank it smelled, like the way old house basement always seem to smell; like mildew, and slightly damp, raw cement. It was a kind of creepy ambience, to be honest, but by then I was also so horny, that even the dungeon-like quality of the guys basement didn’t dampen my need for a good blow job; and he had said he gave great head—so there  was!As I saw the blank, unpainted plywood panel with the glory hole prominently placed, I caught a glimpse of the other guy on the other side, but there was no way getting an accurate impression of what he looked like. That didn’t tekirdağ escort bayan really matter anyway. We were there for one, and only one, purpose!So, there was nothing else to do but unzip my fly and haul out my cock, which, in spite of the rather grungy, and slightly creepy ambience, was getting harder by the second in anticipation! Then I stepped up close to the divider panel, and slipped my cock and balls through the slightly oval-shaped hole—and surrendered myself to the other guys ministrations!Immediately, with no hesitation, or unnecessary talking, I felt him grab hold of my balls in one hand, and with the other the base of my cock shaft—and then, no more than a second later, the warm feeling of his mouth surrounded the glans and upper portion of my cock shaft—and then, also without any hesitation, he began sucking my cock vigorously!”Oh—“, I said, gasping, “FUCK YESSSS!!”As he went to work on my cock (and fondling my balls at the same time), I glanced around the basement. It was practically empty, with a few items s**ttered here and there, and leaning against the dank cement foundation walls. It was definitely not a cheery looking place! But I soon forgot all about that as whoever it was worked my cock (and balls) over with a wonderful escort tekirdağ sense of enthusiasm!”Ahh–FUCK! That feels SO GOOD! MMM!!!” What else could I say, other than that? So, for the next five minuets, or so, that was pretty much the sum total of my vocal profundities!Whoever the guy was, it was obvious that he had had much practice at sucking guys cocks; and though I’d had some really great sex with women (now and then, over the course of my life), there was something even better than pussy when it came down to having really and truly awesome sex—and only with another guy did that seem especially true!I tried not to move, and let this other guy ‘do all the work’, but he was sucking so well, that I found myself thrusting my hips forwards and backwards as if his mouth was actually a woman’s pussy!I kept saying “Oh FUCK! Oh FUCK! Oh FUCK!” with each forward stroke, and I realized that I wasn’t going to likely last much longer, especially if he kept up the sort of enthusiastic attention to sucking my throbbing cock as he seemed intent on! So I decided to just let Nature take it’s course; and it did; and I was soon pumping every drop of my cum down that other guys throat; and he seemed perfectly content that I do so, so I let him have it all! No holding tekirdağ escort back! No need to! No desire to!Even after I’d shot my load, he kept my cock in his mouth, lolling his tongue around it, and just letting it set there, warmly ensconced in his mouth; I appreciated that extra little detail, and though a lot of guys who operate glory holes don’t ask for, or expect to be thanked, I made sure to do so! A quiet “Thank YOU!” was his only reply.There was a small folding table not far away, and he said that if I wanted to clean up before leaving that I was welcome to use the items he’d put on it for that very thing. I took a handful of toilet paper and wiped my saliva-covered cock head, and tossed it in the accompanying trash basket.As the ‘afterglow’ of the orgasm was fading, and as I was cleaning up, and zipping up my slacks and ready to leave, the dank, dungeon-like smell of an old and musty basement reasserted itself once again. But this time, the initial ‘creepiness’ I’d felt before had been largely replaced by the nice feeling ache in my balls from the orgasm moments earlier; and in fact, that musty aroma would always remind me of glory holes in lonely men’s basements, as well as the exhilaration of leaving a load of cum behind! So, in a way, ambience can be a subjective thing, which might signal revulsion in one person, but eroticism in another! For me, that dank basement smell will always, always trigger the beginnings of an erection, as I associate that moldy aroma with something other than a gloomy, depressing dungeon!