Raw ginge

In Sydney. Looking to get dicked. I ended up at Signal. Not many guys there and no-one really making eye contact. There's a block of five cubicles with gloryholes where I've had some hot times in the past. There was only one free, at the end, connecting through to just one other cubicle. But from what I could see the guy in there had a good body. He was getting his dick sucked through another hole. I stripped right down, left the light on and waited to see what happened.
Eventually he pulled out of the other hole, took a peek into my cubicle then fed his dick through. Big piece of meat, uncut, hard, unshaved pubes with a ginger bush. I  swallowed him down. He alternated between holding still while I slobbered all over his dick and fucking my face while I tried to hold still. I took a chance, stood up, turned round and rubbed my arse against his dick. He held still so I positioned his head against my hole and slowly backed on. Aaahhh, so good. He started moving in me, then went in harder. I hadn't realized when I chose that cubicle but it was the only one with a big square hole wide enough to fit your whole butt through it. Quite different from the normal glory hole where there's the thickness of the wall between your butt and his groin. So I pushed my butt through, braced myself and took a deep hit of poppers as he started to nail me hard. He was  deep inside. He only lasted a few minutes before he stiffened against me. He held it in there for a minute before sliding out. 
I squatted and felt around my hole. All slimy down there. I took a taste. He had put a load in me.
I got a good look at him through the hole. In his 30s, looked fit without being a gym body. I couldn't help myself: "Are you neg or poz, mate?" He looked startled, hesitated for a moment - what kind of idiot takes your load up his arse before asking if you're neg? Then: "I'm poz, undetectable". I told him I was cool with that. As he dressed and left I pushed his load out into my hand and licked it all up.  
For me a raw glory hole fuck, from a guy with a big dick who stays hard, hammers it into you and actually unloads, is one of the ultimate scenes.  Count this as one of them. 

dumbfuck

Had a day in Sydney mid-week. I kinda had the urge to do something stupid. That became clear when I was walking along Oxford Street. I passed a guy, 30ish, dirty-blond curls longer at the back, tanned, big hands - the kind of looks you would expect from an in-shape ARL fan. As I walked away from him I had a vivid picture in my mind of having him on the other side of a glory hole, of backing onto his dick, getting royally fucked and taking his load, no questions asked. The feeling stayed with me for the rest of the morning.

By lunchtime I couldn't hold out any longer and headed up to Signal. Not much life there, nor at the other club up the street. There were a few new faces when I went back to Signal an hour later. One guy in shorts and black t-shirt looked me over as I walked around one side of the cubicles. He wasn't pretty but it was a confident stare and he looked as if he knew what he wanted.

I took one of the middle cubicles. Blackshirt took one beside me. His dick was hard when he put it through the glory hole. He was a bit over average length but thick, and hard. I took him in my mouth. He quickly started skull-fucking me. This went on for a few minutes until throat-slime started to form.

That did it. I stood up, dropped my shorts completely, turned round and pushed the head of his dick against my arse. He didn't need persuading. Once the tip was lodged in my hole he pushed steadily until my arse relaxed and he was able to slide it all the way in. I pushed my arse back hard against the partition as he started fucking me, slowly at first then faster and harder. My mind was racing. Taking raw dick through a glory hole is extra high risk: you can't tell the guy not to come, you can't tell when he's going to come. And this was Sydney. But I wanted to keep getting dicked.

I had mentally just about adjusted to the idea I was going to have to take his load when he pulled out and whispered something through the hole. He was asking if I wanted to go to a room. I nodded yes, pulled my shorts back on and followed him along the corridor.

Turned out the guy was American rather than an Aussie. He stripped, pushed me onto my knees and had me suck my arse juice off his dick before getting me to bend over the squab so he could push his dick back into me. When I asked he said he was neg. He fucked me a few minutes from behind then put me on my back so he could do me missionary style. He was a talker, calling me a slut and stuff. His dick stayed rock hard. I could feel every stroke, especially as he lifted the tempo and started banging on every stroke. He had chosen the cubicle with a mirror ceiling so I could watch his fat dick going in and out of my arse.

Eventually he told me I was going to take his cum. A minute later he gasped and stiffened, slowed and then pulled out. I reached down, expecting all his cum would be deep inside me. Nope, there was a slug of it covering my arselips, warm and gluey. I lay there fingering myself as he dressed, slapped me on the arse and left.

I've been thinking about it a lot since. The memory of it makes me horny. Yet it seems even stupider now than it did at the time. There's a good chance any load you take through a glory hole in Signal will be poz, and I can't be confident the guy was telling the truth. After some years of being consistent about not taking loads I can see myself saying fuck it and just taking loads, accepting the risk. Which would be real stupid.