" He was silent for awhile, then said, "I fantasize like everyone else, I suppose. Like I did about you, dreaming that someday, someho..., I might be blessed with the opportunity of getting into your pants. Now that I have, I guess anything else can come true." She came up on one elbow so that she could look down into his beloved face, seem again how strong and handsome it was, how romantically Nordic. "It can, dad; believe me, it can." . Silent. Never speaking. A good minute passed before I worked up the anger to finally talk. “How dare you.” I started. “How fucking dare you. She thought the world of you, and you fucking knew it. Then you pissed in her face, didn’t you? Where do you fucking get off, buddy?”I knelt down and got real close to the stone. “You’re lucky I value her happiness. If I were someone else, I would have showed her the note. Is that what you would have wanted? Losing you was bad enough, she’d have to lose. Her hair was teasedout in an expanse of loose chestnut waves, relieved by the sparkle of adiamante (he presumed) cluster at each ear that matched the deep chokerthat glittered around her neck. The effect overall was stunning, over-the-top, like a dominatrix on a night out, Carlo thought. But God! SO sexy!All this Carlo observed with a detached part of his mind. Detached fromthe screamingly embarrassed remainder, that had his eyes welling withtears, his skin awash with goosebumps, and his heart. The next day I posted the same thing. This time I made sure it had been several days since he came and he said he always shoots huge loads. I had had my first gloryhole experience a couple of weeks earlier, when A crossdresser sucked me off in a porn arcade (which is a whole other story). I have a gloryhole fetish too so I wanted to be on the sucking end this time. So me and this guy agreed to meet at the same place I had been sucked off. I waited in the booth and eventually he came. He had.