Daniel goes to the glory holes looking to fill a void.
He knows he shouldn't, he knows it isn't safe. But a need fills him. A need for a man he cannot have. Knowing that Owen is lost to him forever, Daniel gives into the demands of his body.
Driven by a desirethat consumes him, Daniel visits Glory, the local bathhouse, to sate the lust that runs through his body.
For on his knees, he will find Glory…
Daniel sat in front of the wall and waited. Shadows encased the room around him, but a little light shone through the cracks of the doorframe and the loose boards of the floor. In front of him, there was a hole in the wall. It sat partway up and blinked at him like an eye.
He could see movement through it, could hear the murmur of voices, words uttered in deep altos and baritones. The floor creaked as men paced, waiting to make their selection. Alone on his side, Daniel waited—his cock already out. Hard and hot under his touch. He stroked it lightly, but not for very long. The anticipation inside of him acted like a drug, and he knew he would come soon if he continued touching himself.
He had debated visiting the glory holes at all, right up until he'd climbed the stairs leading to the private rooms above the porno shop. His heart had beat like a jackhammer in his chest as he looked at the row of doors, knowing a glory hole waited. Some men liked the other private rooms where they could fuck another guy, but he enjoyed the anonymity. He liked the unknown factor that saved him from opening himself to rejection or worse.
With a glory hole, men were there for one thing and one thing only. No touching of bodies, no whispers of hot words. Only the sucking of a thick cock and a hot spray or two of cum.
The unknown protected him from letting anyone too far into his life.