Out of curiosity, I went to his ad and definitely liked what I viewed. This tall, full-mouthed guy's ad lacks needed information. His initial wording leaves a lot to be desired; it's far too general to encourage and to entice as well as allure.
I began a chat to encourage much more wording in his ad itself but decided to forget it. It's really up to him how he desires to market himself.
I've had very little glory hole experience, but from my acutely limited activity in this area, I will forever remember two.
When I ventured into the "Glory Hole" sector that was up the stairs of a porn theater in "The City by the Bay," San Francisco-- I wandered a bit. After a while, a guy approached and motioned me toward one of the cubicles. I was reluctant at first but then yielded. Before we had settled into our respective places on either side, I got a glimpse of his removing his false teeth. A tad bit while, I placed my turgid cock inside of the hole, and dammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmD, did he go to town? This man knew how to suck one hell of a cock, for to this date (2023), his blowing me was mighty, mighty stellar. Absolutely "over the top and then some." His mouth on my cock felt of soooooooooooooo fuckin' good.
I blew a nice, sweet load and shuddered and left the confined area, feeling oh so damn good, mentally and physically and will forever remember this experience: the BEST that I've had during my lifetime.
The other GH experience that I still keenly remember was when I was in an after hours men's club in New York (back-in-the-day). Unfortunately, I can't remember the name, but I do remember going to the venture and staying after hours. What I remember is a guy was already inside one of the darkened cubicles. ...can't remember if "he did me" or if I "did him." But to this day-- I do remember his saying that he would like to take me home.
Naive and green me did not give this much thought, nor did I pursue it, for I was in "The Big Apple" attending a convention, and I had wanted to be present the next day. I do remember leaving this place and walking many, many, many blocks in the wee hours of the morning. ...can't remember if I walked completely back to the hotel, or if I'd hailed a taxi, but I do remember his hot words: "I want to take you home."
My, it's bizarre what our memory retains.
Don't know if I'll ever do anymore GH experiences during these senior years of mine though.