Ikea is Swedish for Glory Hole

Gaetan, being an adventurous and open-minded fellow, seems to have no problem finding and arranging to meet people with — shall we say — interesting preoccupations.

On the first encounter with this guy, Gaetan's experience was relatively ordinary, except that the guy couldn't stop talking about his obsession with glory holes, and would Gaetan be interested in being either on the giving or receiving end (or side, I guess) of a glory hole?

This all put Gaetan in mind of an experience he had had years earlier. He met a guy who had actually carved a hole in the solid wood door of his bedroom (thank goodness for strong tenant protection laws, or absentee landlords…). That guy had arranged for Gaetan to get behind the open door, kneeling, to receive whatever came through the hole and then try standing and offering his own cock through the hole. This was no mean feat, considering their height differential, and certainly not comfortable, trying to keep the door open and relatively stable without being completely squished behind it. Upon reflection, Gaetan has to wonder why the door had to be open and not closed, with each of them having an entire room of space with the enticing hole still affording all the same possibilities.

Back to today, and the second planned encounter with new glory hole guy. He went silent and was unreachable for several days. What was happening with him? Something untoward? As it turns out, no. He had bought a new sofa from Ikea and, like anyone consumed with child-like wonder, became entranced by the possibilities of the box it came in. He also had found another willing participant, so Gaetan was not to partake of this one.

See the uncensored version of that video here (they disabled the embedding).

And because we have started a trend in the format, the summarizing poem:

There once was a man who obsessed
He needed some holes in his nest
You'd think him a fool,
But he found the right tool

And the box to enclose it was best