Date: Wed, 23 Jun 2021 10:20:17 +0000 (UTC) From: Mike Austin Subject: ADULT/FRIENDS- "More Stories from the Red Door" CH2 MORE STORIES FROM THE RED DOOR By Mike Austin Nasstop@yahoo.com Dear Nifty Reader: Authors enjoy your feedback, so please take a moment to share your thoughts, ideas and feedback. ALSO, please remember Nifty.org if you can make a donation. They deliver a real benefit to all, and especially in these days of pandemic and to shut-ins around the world. The donation details appear on the site's home page. This story is a collaboration with Delos Harrison, another good buddy from the Houston metro. II. As you may recall from the first story, Rob had invited Bill to join him in Texas, after finding the note from Pete that he'd found someone else to support him. Further, it was a two+ period of time before Pete would leave his rig job and relocate to Texas. After the long work period, when Bill came off-rig that last time, he was as horny as horny gets and while he felt bad about finding a guy to fuck, he felt less of an issue about hitting a local book store and using a gloryhole for relief. He cleaned up, talked with Rob about his departure the next day to make the Texas drive. He also said he was going out to eat and might hit a bar before crashing, which Rob read as eats and cumming. After all, Bill was a stud and had been working offshore the last two weeks and knew what his man needed and it wasn't watching tv and eating a Swanson tv dinner. Rob and Bill agreed and after Bill ate, he hit the I-10 Drive-In, a local interstate ABS/SEX TOYS/HOOK-UP, just 6 blocks from the motel. Bill was always a bit uncomfortable in this place, as he really felt like the piece of meat that he was and it unsettled him. It was clean and well-lighted, but the message was always the same, bottoms looking for tops. After paying his fee, he moved into the dark entry hall that led a few steps into an open area where all the vids that were showing were displayed and the selection number beneath each. He spotted a gay western-motif type and entered the 1st available booth, plugged his tokens in the slot and the movie began. The door of the adjacent booth closed and the unmistakable sound of the sliding lock echoed from the booth and through the gloryhole. Soon one then two fingers probed the darkness of the booth in which Bill stood slowly stroking his raging hard-on. A crooked index finger urged Bill to stuff the hole with his thick uncut bone. He did and was delighted to feel the warmth of the tongue and mouth that encircled and worshipped his major bone. The booths were all fitted out with a handle bar toward the top side of the wall where the gloryholes were bored, enabling feeders to hold on to something for balance and power. The rocking action of Bill's dick plunges in the anonymous eater's mouth, made the wall squeak and as Bill gripped the handle bar getting closer to getting off, he shoved his piss forward one final thrust and cum exploded from his balls down the eager eater's throat. He came so hard that for a moment, he saw stars and now clung to the handle bar for balance. Finished, he withdrew, followed by an index and thumb sign from the sucker as AOK/Thanks and then Bill zipped up and left the I-10 Drive-In one last time. Back at his room, he once again showered and slept oblivious to the sounds of the nearby train, truck traffic or any other highway noises until the wake-up call that next morning. His morning hard-on would have to wait, no get saved, for Rob. During the next two years, they'd met a few guys and couples, sharing 3 and 4 ways, but it was during a buying spree at Home Depot that Rob spied an ordinary looking lanky guy in worn jeans, stained t-shirt, run-over boots and a Tractor Supply cap, who showed an enormous bulge down his left leg. "Boxes" Rob urged to Bill as they stood in line and the lanky guy approached; which got a "what did you say" reply from Bill. "BoxeRS" and nodded the way of the nearing tall drink-o-water. Bill glanced in the direction of the man under the Tractor Supply cap and gave a slow nod and whispered to Rob, "that should come home with us." Rob nodded concurrence, before adding "are you teasing or for real?" Bill paused no more than 10 seconds, gave the man another look and smile then turned to Rob in reply, "for real." As their line advanced to the cashier, Bill reached for a display item at the end of the cashier station near the man who moved back a bit to allow Bill's reach. This gave Bill a chance to comment "you're fine no worry" to the standing stud. Once our guys paid for their purchase, they stalled until the hot man checked out and made his way toward the exit door and our standing pair. Bill eased forward and asked if he had any plans for lunch and could they treat him? The man paused, grinned and stuck out his hand to Bill, "name's Race, actually Racer, but go by Race" and the pair shook as Bill introduced Race to Rob and another set of handshakes ensued. "Lunch time already for sure but I'm eatin light in this heat" added Race. Rob then injected "how about Keller's and their wide menu, can get almost anything there." Race nodded and said he'd head over and they agreed to meet just inside the café. Race was not at ease with the pair and it was obvious. As the waitress took their orders, she asked "how many tickets" and before Race could answer, Bill raised one finger and pointed to himself. The waitress nodded and left. Race blushed somewhat before adding "I really can pay my own way fellas." "Let me remind you that we invited you." Rob replied. Water, their drinks and jalapeno popper appetizers appeared as the trio got to know each other a bit. Race was single, thought about marriage but passed on it and had been a high school teacher for a few years then as a lathe operator, before going to aviation mechanics school, at which point Rob and Bill's interests peaked. Rob noted, "I'm a helo pilot and Bill's a retired aviation mechanic." Race's tension immediately dropped and he grew relaxed with this new information. A bond had been made. Their conversation about flight, training, different craft and equipment took center stage and their food delivery lapsed on the sidelines of the table. After over an hour and half of conversation, they took a pause. The waitress returned and asked if they wanted her to warm the food or just bring them to-go boxes, to which they all agreed. The bill paid, the pair invited Race to their place for drinks and maybe an early/left over lunch-supper. Race and the guys had been buying plants and Race was uncomfortable just leaving his two tall oleanders in his truck bed, with potting soil and such; so he locked the soil bags inside his truck and the trio hauled his oleanders and the duo's plants up to the condo and out onto one of the balconies. Race announced he had to piss like a racehorse, "no doubt" came Rob's quick remark and grinned, before leading Race to the guest bathroom. Rob the ever curious one, remained in the hallway and listened intently as Race began his piss stream and smiled to himself before rejoining Bill in the kitchen to get the left overs sorted and re-heated. The guys served everything sort of a buffet on the kitchen island and Race who admitted to not having eaten dug in. The trio chatted, spoke of taking a swim at which point Race owned up to of course not having trunks, but again Rob noted they had several guest trunks in the guest room to meet the need of surprise "visitors" making double air quotes for emphasis. Race rolled his eyes a bit, grinned and reiterated with double air quotes, "visitors" as the trio broke out laughing. By the time they'd eaten, had a few light drinks, the sun was setting. Race admitted he'd usurped their entire afternoon and should probably leave at which point Bill stood, walked up to the new friend and put his arms around him whispering, "there's really no need to rush off if you can stay and relax we'd love to have you spend the night." Race melted against this new guy and looked to Rob for the ok to stay and got it. Soft rock was playing in the background as the trio agreed to a shower to unwind since they weren't taking that swim. Rob had bought the condo from a wheelchair-bound chap, who'd had the master bath shower expanded into the adjoining den to accommodate his wheelchair and attendant which resulted in an 8'x8' shower with stainless steel grab bars and multiple shower jets and hoses. Without admitting it, the master shower was the selling point for Rob. The trio headed to the master bedroom, stripped each other, really Bill and Rob focused on stripping Race and weren't disappointed with their prize. As Rob had suspected, race was hung like a horse and flaccid was every bit 9" with a dense crotch of auburn hair and a long bag of balls. Rob quipped, "look Bill it's an Easter Egg basket" and the trio chuckled. The warm steam rose from the lower jets in the shower as Rob began adjusting more knobs. Race and Bill took each other in the arms, kissed softly, then deeply, then even more forcefully. Rob had by this time fallen to his knees covered in shower water and anchored between the two studs, taking his time sucking Race, then Bill, then repeating the suckfest. Rob stood was engulfed in the pair of top men, before Bill rotated Rob to face Race, bent his lover over and waited for Rob to adjust taking Race's long thick pole down his throat, freeing his ass for Bill. Bill wasted no time beginning the plowing of Rob's fine butt. As was often the case when Rob gave head, and got into it as he was tonight, his own orgasm could happen at any point, hands-free. It did and Race was concerned but Rob didn't miss a stroke sucking that massive cock, even bigger than had been Pete's so many years before. Bill's steady dynamo fuck rocked Rob back and forth steadily and Race gripped Rob's head before announcing "I'm gonna cum" which elicited and even tighter throat lock by Rob. As soon as Rob began, Bill shot load after load into Rob who was moaning from the pair of huge dicks and loads of cum he was being given. Bill gave Race a high five and wide grin before soaping the other two and in turn being soaped. The shower done, bath sheets drying up wet bodies, shower waters washing away remnant cum loads, the trio made their way to the king sized bed. Laying there, Race offered, "I wonder how we'd fill out the Home Depot Customer Satisfaction Survey" as the three laughed and soon fell asleep. Bill had work the next day and was up early prepping to leave. Race woke and started dressing. Bill assured him it was ok to remain with Rob if he wanted to and hoped he knew that he was welcome anytime. With that Bill hugged Race and they kissed as Bill headed out, indicating coffee, there and breakfast rolls in the pantry. Race was off that day and returned to bed, next to Rob who snuggled in closely to their new man. An hour later, the pair were 69ing and soon Race flooded Rob with his massive cum volume, which Rob did not waste. They got up, enjoyed breakfast, a swim and Rob helped Race load the oleanders into his truck and head home. They would be frequent guests of each other over the years and in fact, somewhat more until Race met Sam, a guy from the air maintenance firm where he worked. It was Race who found the Bell 206B III Jet Ranger helicopter that the guys would buy and they all worked together on, restoring.