(For years, I've tried to find out how in the hell they got that name, and frankly, after all this time, I still don't have a goddamn clue . . . so if any of you have any theories, feel free to let me hear 'em.)

The main thing that's always fascinated me about gloryholes is the whole element of anonymity involved.  Think about it:  That could be anybody on the other side of that wall!  If you're on the giving side, all you know is that here is a cock . . . some guy's stiff meat that just wants your attention . . . and if you're on the receiving end, all you're aware of are the eager fingers or the soft skin or--and this is what we all go there for--some hot, wet hole.

There's no identity involved, just the pleasuring of flesh.

And let's be honest here:  If you take away the identity, you take away a large portion of the guilt, right?

I've posted comments along that line on many, many gloryhole pics on here & on a bunch of other sides.  Why?  Well, for two reasons, really:  (1)  Posting comments like that gets my dick hard, and (2) I believe that so many people--so many goddamn people--would love to make their filthiest fantasies real if there were only some way to bypass whatever restrictions exist and eliminate whatever potential guilt they might otherwise face.

Now, you can sit back and contemplate that first reason all you want--and honestly, if thinking about my dick all thick & throbbing & beginning to ooze precum gets you excited, then you're definitely my kind of perv--but I want to bring your attention to that second reason and everything it implies . .. especially where it overlaps with my favorite subject & one of the major areas of my life:  incest.

See, I'm certain that there are people out there--raise your hand if you're one of them--who have lusted after someone in his or her family . . . people who--when the lights go out--start thinking about that certain someone they know they shouldn't be thinking about . . . and they feel their bodies come alive.  And I don't give a damn whether that person is jackin' or jillin', either; he or she simply can't stop thinking about that forbidden person until those thoughts lead to a nice, explosive cum.

Hell, maybe that forbidden person is even on their mind when they're fucking or getting fucked by--or sucking or getting sucked by . . . mustn't leave those out--somebody else so that, end the end, they've got some nice, wicked transference taking place.

The big question, then, is this:  "What are they left feeling once they're finished?"

So you've overheard your girl friends talking about all the things they can do with their boyfriends' cocks & that started you looking at your brother or your father or your uncle in a way you never had before . . . but don't know if you could work up the nerve to express what's really on your mind?  A gloryhole could solve that.  You've imagined having your daughter's mouth or your sister's pussy engulfing your stiff, anxious prick . . . but don't know how to get her to do it?  A gloryhole could solve that.  Ever seen your son return from a date & wondered what he kept hidden in his pants & whether you could make him give up a load as big as--or, hell, even bigger--than the one his date did . . . but don't know if you could ever convince him to try?  A gloryhole could solve that.

Any doctor worth whatever degree he has will tell you that sexual satisfaction is one of the key ingredients to leading a happy, productive life . . . and that same doctor will admit that this world is so fucked up because people aren't experiencing that happy, productive life. . . .

Seems to me that a gloryhole could solve some of that.

Try one and find out.