Nobody Goes to a Glory Hole Just to Nut

The wonderful art of cruising and the unexpected intimacy that can be found

The internet is full of crap that most people don’t care about, driven by opinions on issues that are barely understood.

I write about sex, something I know a lot about, and I’m good at. Cruising, glory holes, first time ‘straight’ and that nervous energy that goes hand in hand with cruising for sex. And I’m unapologetic.

Cruising Is Life

People like the idea that cruising is crude and simple because it makes it easier to categorise and dismiss. It becomes animal, mechanical, a dirty little habit that fits neatly inside a joke or a stereotype. A body turns up, action happens, everyone leaves, end of story. That version is comfortable because it flattens it down to something primal and instinctive. It fills a need or a gap.

Sometimes that version is real and sometimes it genuinely is about getting off quickly, quietly, and disappearing back into your life like nothing happened. Some men do not want eye contact, conversation, familiarity, or recognition. They want relief and then they want to go home. There is no poetry in that and there does not need to be, because for those men the anonymity is the point.

But that is only a slice of it.

The Social Aspect of Cruising

In the right places, cruising becomes social where people nod, talk sometimes, and linger. The sinks turn into meeting points, or the pathways and bushes turn into quiet places where people pause for some connection. There are men who know each other without knowing each other and there are men who can tell someone’s mood without a word being spoken. There are pauses that stretch far beyond what the situation technically requires. Some men know what other guys like sexually but don’t even know their names. It’s this weird intimacy that often drives us to go one step further than just nutting and leaving.

Over time, if you’ve done enough cruising, you’ll see this yourself. You’ll see it in the way people look at your eyes and not your bulge. It shows in the way their shoulders soften when someone familiar appears. You can see it in the way guys linger, even after they’ve cum.

I have seen it, been part of it and I know that it turns into a strange underground community when the right mix of men are present. These places develop memory, because there’s history. They begin to feel less like cruising spots and more like rituals that people return to when the rest of their lives feel empty.

Cruising Happens Even If You Don’t Know About it

Cruising is still popular, even with the quick hook-up culture apps because you get to see the guy in the flesh. No faked body shots and no pics from 2020. And also because you don’t necessarily know what you’re looking for until you find it.

I’ve gone cruising just to hang out, not horny, and too selective to just get off. To maybe meet someone new, to run from my empty house, to experience the dopamine hike and the thrill of the hunt.

I’ve made friends over time through cruising, I write stories that are far more truth than fiction about relationships that build from these so-called hook-ups.

Once, I met a guy at a cruising ground, we struck up conversation, he told me he wasn’t horny, so we decided to go get a beer. Several pints later, we ended up in bed and I stayed the night. I could never have imagined that’s how my night would have gone.

I know a couple who have been together nearly twenty years. They originally met in a public toilet at a urinal.

Cruising Isn’t Easy To Swallow

Some men go looking for a mouth or a hole, but many men go looking for a reprieve from loneliness.

The interesting part is that they don’t even realise it until much later. Sometimes years and sometimes never.

We live in societies that dictate what’s appropriate and what’s cool. You’ll see the latest West End showings, the bars and restaurants that are cool, but never the most popular cruising spots.

I’ve had far more fun on a Friday night cruising, and it cost me nothing but time.

The fantasy isn’t always just the cock on the other side of the glory hole, or the shadowy figure hiding under the darkest tree. Sometimes the fantasy is the possibility that someone might linger, hesitate, turn their head, or slow their exit as if the encounter meant something more than friction and release. Sometimes realising in that moment that they weren’t looking to just cum, but rather to connect with someone.

People think cruising is about sex because that is the easiest version to swallow.

Cruising Or Spend Time Alone

The harder version is that people go because loneliness is heavy, modern life is isolating, and being touched by a stranger can feel more real than anything else in their lives.

Nobody goes to a glory hole just to cum. They go hoping that this time, someone might hesitate before walking away. That the face on the other side is as appealing as their hole.

And in that hesitation, they feel a connection that’s far greater than anything else.

I’m not selling cruising, I’m just airing out a topic that is rarely discussed. It’s considered taboo, is illegal in many places, yet has been around for centuries, yet is the most natural, primal hunting practice for sex.

What I sell is sex, erotica, written and audio encounters based on my own experiences. About people like you and me who are fearless warriers of the cruising ground.