Thank you for providing an outlet for us men who are closeted. My name is Arthur (not my real name) and I am currently a senator representing one of the more conservative parts of this country.

Last week I had an experience which was so powerful I have to tell someone. I am older, but am still considered very handsome and I work out every day, as I have since I was in high school. I have very powerful, strong legs and I have very smooth and muscular buttocks. I also "pack" nine and a half inches and I am six round. I have no idea why I have such a big cock. My wife has complained about the size of it, but somehow I have always known that other men would find it wonderful.

I was out of state on a junket, and I came across a magazine which advertised gay events and bars. I snuck it under my jacket, and looked at it in my hotel room. I saw an ad for a place which has "Glory Holes". I had heard about these places. I decided it was time to find out what it was all about.

I entered "Glorious" at around ten p.m.. It wasn't crowded, and I almost left. I wore sunglasses and a leather jacket and jeans. I also wore a cap (I had to disguise myself). Even at my age, I look very good in jeans. I have, of course, a very large "basket" and my ass looks very muscular. I walked into a dark hallway with black walls. The way was lit with "black light".

There were triangles cut into the walls that were about three feet or so above the ground. There was no one else around. On top of the walls was a video monitor which showed what was happening on the other side of the wall. For the heck of it, I lifted my cock out of my jeans and pulled my jeans down. I stuck my cock through the triangle and waited.

A very muscular young man entered the other room -- I could see him on the monitor. He had curly red hair and smooth, fine features. He looked nervous. He had beautiful blue eyes. He looked straight at my cock and he licked his lips. Immediately my cock stood at attention. When my cock gets hard, it seems to grow another two inches. My balls are huge, too, and they hung low over the edge of the triangle in the wall. Now my beautiful Irishman was face to face with my manhood. He twisted his head back and his expression was a gaze of worship and lust. My wife had never looked like that when she saw my cock. It was all very rudimentary with her. But now, with this gorgeous guy, my cock felt adored and loved.

He put his lips on it and kissed it. I buckled. His mouth opened as wide as it could and he pushed his head down onto it. He sucked. Then he pulled out and got his head under it. His nose sniffed my balls and his tongue licked each one. Then his mouth opened wide again and he took all of my manhood, all nine inches of my rod went into his throat, disappearing into that handsome young man's face. His cheeks were all ballooned from the air pressure. He stared at my bush as he sucked and sucked. I watched him on the monitor reach into his pants and pull out his own dick, which was very impressive, I must say.

Then I felt a pair of lips on my muscled ass. Someone was eating my asscheeks from behind! It might have been the young man at the door who let me in. I was in ecstasy. I had two men sucking me and eating me and worshiping my muscular body. This is what I had dreamed of for so long. I stroked my cock as I felt one mouth on my ass and inside my anus and one mouth making love to my engorged cock. I had no control. All I could do was press my hands against the wall as I sweat and buckled and twisted.

My balls slammed hard against the wall as my Irish lover stroked my cock and stroked it so that it grew and grew; all my semen flowed through my penis until it shot all over the Irish man's shirt. I heard the young man beside me groan as he shot a load, his face buried inside my ass.

I am so happy to have had this release in my life.

Thank you.

-Arthur