Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2018 15:27:50 -0300
From: Octavio Ocampo <octaviospije@gmail.com>
Subject: Salt-Lake-Stories: Hotel Newhouse

This is a short story, anecdote, or memoir in a series about coming of age
in Salt Lake City during the 1960s ad 1970s. This is a fiction that is part
of a series about my personal memories and experiences of coming out as a
gay man in the 1960s and 1970s.

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Hotel Newhouse - SLC - 05

There were two major world class hotels where the rich and famous stayed in
Salt Lake City. The first was the Hotel Utah half owned by the Mormon
Church and half owned by a national hospitality corporation. The other was
the Hotel Newhouse, a 12 story Beaux-Arts style tower built by Samuel
Newhouse in 1906 or thereabouts. Curiously, both had cruisy basements where
you could always find someone willing to give men who neede it a blow
job. By the 1960s both hotels were still being used as hotels, but the
Hotel Newhouse had seen better days. It was worn and showing its
age. However, it was the cruisiest. It stood on the south west corner of
4th South and Main Street where pedestrian traffic wasn't as heavy as it
was around the Hotel Utah. The Hotel Utah, having been built by the Mormon
Church, stood in the middle of all things Mormon at Main Street and South
Temple, four blocks north of the Newhouse. If you've ever been to SLC you
know that a city block is much bigger in that western city than anywhere
else. In fact, they average the size of two regular city blocks in length
and width. So, the distance between the hotels was not insignificant.

The Newhouse had a barbershop located in the south side of its basement and
a large marble clad public restroom both of which were accessible from Main
Street or the hotel's lobby. The barber shop had six chairs, but during the
years I visited the place in the 1960s only two barbers worked there. One
was a guy in his late 60s named Albert. He was trim, about 5'10" with a
full head of thick white hair and a bushy white mustache. He was always
impeccably groomed and had a sophisticated presence. He also had a broad
smile of startling white teeth, all of them his own. If it weren't for all
the white hair Albert could have passed for being only forty years old. His
partner, Jerry, was about 20 years younger. Jerry also kept himself well
groomed. He was 6' tall with a full head of dark brown hair that was
graying at the temples. He was more muscular than Albert and was very tan.
Even in the middle of the winter Jerry radiated a healthy tan. When he
smiled he didn't open his mouth, but he showed a great set of dimples on
either side of his lips that made him look like he had a bunch of fun
secrets he wasn't sharing. Jerry looked like the classic male model of a
father smoking a pipe who you'd find in a Sears and Roebuck catalog --
masculine, a bit dashing, and steady.

The mostly empty barbershop shared the entrance to the public restroom,
being separated by a partial wall then glass to the ceiling. When the
barbershop was closed enormous venetian blinds were let down that covered
all of the windows. This just left a corridor to the restroom that was
slightly darkened. But the restroom was open 24 hours a day and attracted a
select clientele of mostly older men, some of whom lived in the hotel.
Others were mostly mechanics, deliverymen, and truckers who worked at the
nearby businesses along 4th South. In other words, most of the men you
encountered at the Hotel Newhouse were older, mostly in their 40s, 50s, and
60s. For this reason the young gay boys and men I knew at the time made fun
of the place, calling it Geritol Central. But I didn't.

I'd try to arrange for a haircut with either Albert of Jerry for early
Saturday mornings. This was during an era when long, shoulder length or
longer hair was fashionable among young men like me. I kept my hair long,
but still went in for a trim almost every week. I liked both of the
barbers. They were just as depraved as I was and always teased me when I
was in the barber chair. Jerry would chew gum and ask me stupid questions
like, "You fly down here in your jet this morning?" or "Is that your camel
that's shitting all over the parking lot?" And while he made up absurd
questions he would press his crotch against my fingers if I rested them on
the arm of the barber chair. He would lean up against my shoulders, rubbing
the muscles of his chest against me, and he liked to press against my knees
with his crotch and grind his junk not so discreetly, always making absurd
small talk and smiling. He loved getting me hard. But it wasn't just me. He
got everyone hard who sat in his chair making it a bit difficult for his
clients to get up when the hair cut was over and not show major wood. He
was a master prick tease.

Albert was less subtle. Once you were in Albert's chair you quickly
discovered his fly was completely open and he didn't wear any underwear.
And if you were careless to leave a hand out on the arm of his barber chair
he had a way of slipping it inside his fly and rub it against his dick. He
also liked to reach down under the cape that caught hair clippings and give
you a good dick squeeze or extended rub. He was chatty, too. But he made
small talk usually about things such as, "You still putting it in your girl
friend? What does her pussy feel like? Is it tight?  Does she cum fast?"
Yeah, nothing but the most dirty talk from Albert that made everyone
hard. Mind you, these barbers had both straight as well as gay clients. But
it didn't seem to matter. I sat waiting many times for a haircut watching
straight men adjust their hard dicks in their pants as they were groomed by
these two gentlemen.

After they'd got a client hot and bothered, the client usually left a tip
and trotted off to the public restroom down the hall from their shop. The
restroom always offered a choice of seasoned cock suckers waiting in the
toilet stalls where a man could anonymously dump a quick load through a
glory holes be on his way.

I loved these guys. I loved it when Albert positioned himself so I could
slip my hand inside his pants and gently squeeze and feel his fat warm
cock. He loved it too. And I was up to the challenge of taking on Jerry by
reaching out and grabbing a hand full of his bulging crotch to let him know
I appreciated the hair cut. Afterwards, I'd pay up and walk down the hall
to the large restroom and see what kind of trouble I could get into.

The restroom wasn't particularly special. The floor plan was basically a
long L shape with wash basins and mirrors opposite a row of about eight
toilet stalls made of marble. At the end was just a big tiled piss trough
about thirty feet long with water constantly trickling down against the
tile. The piss trough was partially hidden because it was at the end of the
L floor plan. Sometimes it smelled heavily of stale piss and disinfectant
cleaner, but most of the time the place was clean and somewhat fresh. On a
hot summer day it was great to cruise a place that was a basement restroom
enclosed in tile and marble with the cool sound of trickling water. And for
me, it was a favorite place to satisfy my daddy and grand daddy fantasies,
because no one I knew who was my age would ever consider entering the
place.

One Saturday morning I arrived early for my hair cut and made a bee line to
the restroom. I had a mean need to get rid of too much coffee I'd downed
earlier. I went straight for the piss trough. I didn't pay much attention
to the toilet stalls, assuming they would most likely be occupied by the
usual crowd. I whipped it out and began to enjoy the wonderful sensation of
emptying a full bladder, spraying the wet tiles back and forth with what
seemed to me to be a gallon of piss. I was in a state of bliss. As I was
peeing a guy about 45 years old in mechanic's overalls came around the
corner and quickly checked me out. He was rubbing his crotch, but he didn't
bother to join me. He just disappeared as quickly as he had appeared. I was
pretty much alone and when I finished I went to the wash basins to clean
up. Coming around the last stall I found the same guy with his coveralls
completely unzipped and his dick planted through a large glory hole in the
wall of that last stall. He didn't even notice me, his hands grabbed the
top of the marble partition and his stretched out body pressed against the
stone while someone obviously made him feel real good. I watched him as he
seemed to be completely taken in by the reverie of getting his cock
sucked. I was jealous. I would have loved to suck him dry, but he seemed
more into an anonymous blowjob where he could zip up and leave as soon as
he'd spent his load. I pulled out my dick and made sure that when he opened
his eyes he'd get a good view of my straight eight inches. Just seeing this
middle age guy enjoy something so much really turned me on. I was also able
to appreciate that he had a nice ass, too. And from what I could tell he
was blessed with lots of body hair, my kind of man.

As I took in the show a guy about 50-something in a suit showed up and
caught me jacking off. He had a fresh military buzz cut and smelled like
bay rum. He moved in quick and grabbed my cock, pulling out his own uncut
piece of meat, which I found impressive. He was a decent looking guy. He
had a bit of a belly on him, but not much. And he winked at me as he rubbed
our cocks together and we watched the mechanic get his thrills. The
mechanic finally gave out a major cry of relief and shuddered a bit as he
came in the mouth of the person on the other side of the partition. After
he recovered, he realized we were watching him and hurriedly stuffed his
hardon inside his overalls, zipped up and quickly left avoiding any eye
contact.

This new gent rubbing his cock all over mine looked at me and then looked
at his cock, then he looked at me again, indicating that he thought it be a
good idea for me to go down on him. I was hesitant. Instead, I dragged him
by his hardon over to the recently vacated glory hole and enticed him into
slipping his dick through it. He wasn't hard to convince, but he kept ahold
of my dick as he began to enjoy the pleasures of whoever was sucking him
off on the other side. He bent down and tried to kiss me. I gave in (whore
that I am) and we sucked face for a few seconds. Then he pulled his dick
out and offered me a turn. I was game. Whoever was taking care of us in the
stall was a pro. I was amazed at how sumptuously wet and hot they guy's
mouth was. And no teeth. The guy was a master at sucking cock. Soon the
middle age man had his cock between my legs and was dry humping me and I
was about ready to cum when the guy sucking me stopped and pulled off
completely.

After a bit of silence the door to the stall opened and the guy inside
leaned out inviting both of us to join him. It was a tight fit, but we
managed it. As it turned out, the cock sucker was an older guy I'd seen
many times before but never had the pleasure of using as a cum dump. His
name was Ralph and he was a well known toilet queen among those of us who
were connoisseurs of Salt Lake's tea room activity. He had thinning hair
and a short beard. He had taken off his shirt which hung from the coat hook
in the door. His pants and shorts were completely down around his feet. And
from the look of him he had been working that glory hole for most of the
morning. There was a considerable quantity of spent cum dripping down his
side of the partition from the hole. It pooled on the floor. And his chest
was covered in varying stages of fresh to dry spooge. This guy was a total
pig and it really turned me on.

He grabbed both our dicks and surprised us by being able to get both of us
comfortably in his mouth. Again, no teeth. It was remarkable. The older guy
and I pressed against each other with our pants around our knees trying to
make as much contact with our cocks pressed together as possible. Ralph
settled in and took his time. He rubbed us together inside his mouth. He
kept our hard dicks together and massaged them with his tongue until the
urge to blow a load was strong in both of us. I looked at the older guy and
whispered that I was going to cum. He leaned in and stuck his tongue down
my throat and we swapped a gallon of spit enjoying the feeling as we both
exploded into Ralph's mouth. It was a long protracted orgasm for both of
us. And Ralph wasn't about to release either of us until he was ready.
Reluctantly, he let us slip out of his mouth one at a time. Then he
carefully used his expert tongue to clean us up. I grabbled the older guy's
softening cock trying to squeeze a bit of cum out for me to taste. I had
some luck. He was able to produce one last glob of thick yellowish white
cum, enough for a good taste. Ralph acted as if I was taking a candy bar
away from him by the expression on his face. As usual, the guy's vintage
spooge tasted very good, as vintage spooge usually does. We hoisted up our
pants and put away our equipment. The guy gave me another deep kiss and
then we left Ralph to get back to business. He followed me back to the wash
basins and we cleaned ourselves up.

"You come here often?" he asked me.

"As often as I can. Usually every Saturday morning. You?" I politely
responded. Normally, I wasn't into chit chat, but this older guy was nice
enough. He had a great uncut cock which is always a plus with me. And his
belly turned out to be just the beginnings of letting himself go to
hell. It wasn't that much of a gut. Besides, he was covered with soft black
hair and sort of attractive.

"Here. Take this." He handed me a business card. "I work at the Buick
dealership down the street. If you ever want to mess around we can meet
here again or maybe someplace like Liberty Park. You're a sexy fucker. I'd
love to get to know that dick of yours better," he said in an affirming
way.

"Well, I'll be back here next Saturday for another haircut," I said.

The older guy grinned at me in surprise and said, "You too, huh? Those guys
drive me crazy."

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Albert and Jerry's shop was secluded enough. You had to know where it was
to find it. And they did have straight clientele wander in all of the
time. I was amazed at how they handled it. But I learned they were part of
an end to an era. They were WWII and Korean War vets who grew up in larger
cities where men commonly had sex with one another, even though they were
normally straight or straight acting. Homophobia wasn't as big of an issue
when they were young men. In fact, the word didn't even exist. During the
time they operated that shop I was able to pull lots of information from
them. A lot of it was bullshit, but most of it rang true.

Albert grew up in Chicago in the teens and twenties running numbers for the
disparate mobs. He sold newspapers and tan numbers working through the maze
of old taverns and card houses in that city. He told me that for an extra
few dollars he let the guys take him in back rooms for a blow job. Some of
them would fuck him. Sometimes, he'd fuck them. But according to Albert,
being straight before and during prohibition wasn't so black and white. By
the time he joined the Navy in the early 1930s he had lots of experience
manipulating the libidos of all kinds of men, straight, gay, or bi. In
fact, he insisted he was bisexual, but he'd never married.  The same seemed
to be true for Jerry. They had hooked up in the Navy, both working as
barbers, dealing with all types of people. Jerry, being younger, was a
Korean War veteran. They weren't lovers, per se. They were just good
buddies who ended up working as barbers in the larger cities of the west
until they found themselves at the Hotel Newhouse.

Jerry had grown up in Los Angeles during the 30s and 40s. When he was about
13 he'd been spotted by a photographer with an art house studio who took
"artistic" photographs, selling them five to a pack to discriminating
customers. His nude modeling segued into all aspects of the underground sex
world of that time. The photographer hired him out for special modeling
sessions which meant he'd end up at some guy's house who could afford it
and Jerry would fuck him. He quickly learned how to get fucked, too. There
was always more money in getting fucked than fucking. According to Jerry,
his dick and clean cut straight looks got him into the beds and swimming
pools of many famous actors of the era. He never claimed which famous
actors he'd slept with. He didn't brag. As I mentioned before, he looked
like a nice guy with lots of fun secrets he wouldn't tell. But he did have
five or six head shots of famous actors that were signed, framed, and
hanging on the wall behind his barber chair.

I was enjoying getting tagged teamed by two decent looking gentlemen
cocksuckers one Saturday morning in the hotel's restroom. I leaned back
against the wall opposite the piss trough and just let these two very sexy
older gentlemen have their way with my cock. Without an invitation Jerry
showed up to take a piss saying, "Sorry. I've got to pee real bad."  I was
a bit startled, but not embarrassed. And that's when I discovered why Jerry
had been so popular as a young model. He whipped out a long soft cock that
made mine look like a micropenis. He was fucking huge. Also, he was
joyously uncut. I watched him pull back his foreskin and pee like a race
horse for what must have been two minutes. When he was through he turned to
us and gave me one of his famous terse smiles.

"Good grief," I almost shouted. "Jerry, you're hung like a fucking moose!"
Rather than stuff it back into his trousers he just continued to smile.

"You like that do ya? Looks normal to me" he said looking down at
himself. Then he teased us by swinging it back and forth.

"How long have you been keeping that a secret?" I whispered. Now the two
men who had been going down on me were distracted by his garden hose, too.

"Shouldn't be much of a secret. I've let you grab and squeeze it plenty of
times when I've cut your hair." One of the gents who had been sucking on me
reached to touch Jerry's long tool. He pushed the man's hand away and
apologized saying, "Sorry boys. I've got to get back to work." He packed
himself away, zipped up and left us.

"That guy's got the biggest cock I've ever seen," commented one of my
gentlemen cock suckers. "I wonder how you handle something like that? Burp
it?" he continued without any humor in his voice.

"How about finishing burping this," I asked pushing my cock back against
his lips. The man obliged. Eventually I finessed both gentleman to drop
their pants and remove their shirts and pull down their funny underwear.
They were middle aged Mormons both about 50 They wore the tell tale
underwear.  I suspected they were from the same ward and on the down low to
bare their testimonies. They looked like handsome bankers. Both were still
relatively trim with greying chest hair. Both were slightly bald. I knelt
down and took turns sucking both of them. They were into it. Obviously
having a young man suck them off was a rare experience because they both
refused to come in my mouth by pulling away and holding back their
orgasms. I got them to kiss and play tongue hockey. I invited them both to
help me go down on one other. Eventually, we worked it out so that I was
able to fuck both of them while one sucked the other off. It worked out
quite well. And I left a decent deposit in the ass of sllightly younger
gent for his friend to eat out of him. But I was distracted by having seen
Jerry's monster dick. I couldn't shake the image out of my head.

Before I left the restroom I went to the basins and washed the ass juices
off of my dick and cleaned up. The warm water from the faucet felt good
flowing over my cock and balls and I started to get hard again. I pulled up
my pants and walked along the front of the stalls peeking through the door
cracks for a likely cum dump. A guy in the fourth stall I peeked in opened
the door and grabbed me by my open zipper. He was a senior dude in his late
sixties who still had a head of hair. He also had an agreeable turkey neck
dick between his legs. I stepped in and we locked the door behind me. I
leaned against the stall door and let this senior citizen go to town. Old
tea room aficionados really know how to suck cock. This trooper was no
different. I made him stop for a moment and stand up. I took his limp dick
in my hands and told him I wanted to stretch his foreskin over my dick so
we could dock for a couple of minutes. The old man was happy to oblige,
although I doubted if he could even get hard. Pulling his foreskin over
mine wasn't a problem and I jacked myself off with his foreskin for a
bit. He surprised me by starting to chub up. The guy's breath wasn't
anything to write home about, but it was nice to breathe life into what
used to be a proud big dick that hadn't seen much action over the last few
years. The old guy leaned his head into my shoulder looking down at what I
was doing and said, "Good lord that feels good Where you learn to do that?"
and the stimulation caused him to wet our foreskins with a watery discharge
of cum. He quickly sat down on the toilet and clomped down on my meat
working vigorously to get me off. And it didn't take long. As I looked down
at him taking in every volley of my load I could see a stream of what
looked like precum dripping from the old guy's dick. I really wanted to
taste it and the idea just enhanced my climax. Once he released my cock I
pulled up my pants and reached down to grab the old man's cock. I got a
good slick handful of his dick juice and put it to my mouth. Salty and
sweet. "Taste it," I said to him holding out my hand. He was hesitant, but
he did what he was told. "Tastes good, dude. Next time I want you to let
that drain down my throat, OK?" I said rubbing his shoulder.

Again, back at the wash basins I washed myself again and cleaned up as best
as possible. I was still distracted by the image of Jerry's monster tool
swimming around in my head.


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One Sunday afternoon I'd been enjoying ad hoc trysts at the restroom in
Pioneer Park and playing hide and seek with the city vice cops. I'd been
lucky. I'd enjoyed three or four sessions of hot monkey sex with different
groups of men who showed up. And on one of those occasions I got a vice cop
to participate. Ironically, on my way home I needed to actually use a
restroom. I had to take a dump in the worst way. The hotel Newhouse was
just a block away. It was also in the direction I was headed for home. When
I got to the outside entrance I found both basement doors locked. So, I
went inside the lobby and tried not to look suspicious as I snuck down
stairs to the barbershop and restroom. I probably lingered longer than I
should have when I was finished. But the relief of emptying my butt was
worth enjoying. I'd recently been fucked pretty good by a couple of hot
men. And as for the guy who was a vice cop, his equipment had not exactly
been small.

Finally, I pulled up my pants and made it to the wash basins opposite the
stalls. I found a couple of discarded paper drink cups, rinsed them out and
filled them with warm water. I also filled a hand withe liquid soapand
returned to the safety of my stall. I washed my ass as best as I could.
Fortunately, unlike a normal public restroom, the hotel kept the soap
dispensers filled. I soaped and washed up inside me, rinsing off with the
second cup of water. That's when I heard the clank of a bucket. The
restroom wasn't exactly closed, but I probably shouldn't have been in
there. My first clue was a sign they put up on Sundays that announced, "For
Use by Hotel Guests Only."

I bent down and looked under the stall partition. All I could see was a
pair of shiny black work shoes and the khaki pant legs of a pair of work
pants. That's when I realized the head janitor, Jeb, was getting ready to
clean the place. Jeb, in the parlance of the day, was a negro. Referring to
African Americans as black hadn't really caught on until the late 60s and
it was still only 1963. He was also old. I'd met him several times while
getting a hair cut. He would do a cursory sweep of the barber shop and
replace any cleaning supplies Albert and Jerry needed to keep their
business spic and span. He was a tall man, approximately 6'3" who shaved
off what hair he had left on his head. He kept a neat, shiny bald pate. He
had a thin graying pencil mustache that gave him a sort of sophisticated
worldly look. But his face revealed a pretty hard life of doing jobs no one
else was willing to do. I'm not certain how old he was, but he was well
past 65. More like 75 or older. He was living proof that black does,
indeed, crack -- eventually. But despite the deep wrinkles in his face he
still cut a good figure of a man. He was also very, very black. One of the
few people I've ever met whose skin was so black that it was almost blue.
And because of his unique skin color I found him very intriguing.

Jeb sensed someone was in the restroom and started opening stall door after
stall door until he found me. "What are you doin' here boy? Don't you know
you ain't supposed to be in here on a Sunday unless you're a hotel guest?
You stayin' at the hotel?" I was worried. Jeb was obviously annoyed and he
wasn't afraid to express it.

"I'm sorry. I was on my way home and had to use a bathroom awful bad. I
really am sorry," I pleaded.

Jeb just shook his head as he looked down at me. "Well, clean yourself up
and get on out of here. I haven't got time for this shit."

I scrambled for some toilet paper, but the roll was empty. This seemed to
annoy Jeb even more. "Now I expect I've got to wipe your ass, too. Is that
it?" he scolded me. I stood and pulled my pants up. Jeb placed a huge
wrinkled hand on my shoulder and guided me over to the wash basins. He
retrieved some toilet paper from another stall and gave it to me. "Here, go
on. Clean yourself up." I took the toilet paper, dropped trou and proceeded
to wipe my self one more time. My dick hung out from between my legs and
Jeb definitely noticed. "You been jacking off in there, too?" he demanded.

"No. Honest. I just needed take a shit so bad that I was going to crap
myself out on the street. I didn't mean to piss anybody off."

"I've seen you in here before. Your one of Bert and Jerry's boys, aren't
you. Yes. You're one of those horny little fuckers that shows up all the
time looking for trouble." These weren't questions. They were accusations

"Yeah. I get my hair cut here every Saturday. What about it." Jeb just
looked me up and down mostly focusing on my dick.

"That's a pretty big dick for a white boy. What do you think about that? Do
you think because you've got a big dick you can just do anything you want?"
he demanded. What my dick had anything to do with getting caught taking a
shit I didn't know. But I started to get an idea it might have something to
do with something.

"You in here looking for cock to suck? Is that it?" he pushed. It wasn't
any secret that's what the hotel's restroom was famous for. Still, I was
shocked he'd bring it up. "I oughta take my own dick and stuff it down your
throat so deep you can't walk for a week. Now, get yourself buttoned up."

I got a bit defensive and chimed back, "If that's what you need to do I'm
OK with that. If you think you could handle it."

Jeb laughed, "Handle it? Listen to you. Handle it. Son, you're a funny
little queer. You tell me, do you think you could handle this," and without
fanfare Jeb unzipped his pants and pulled out a huge, lustrous black cock
that seemed to be as big as an eight-year-old's forearm.

"Jesus," I said. "What the fuck?"

"You want a taste of this? Is that what you came here for? If you want a
taste I'll give it to ya. I'll give it to ya and then some," he said
laughing again.

I was mesmerized. This old fart had one hell of a piece of equipment. You
read gay porn where everyone has a big dick and everyone is blond and
everyone is muscular. Well, Jeb scored one out of the three. He did have a
big dick . . . a frighteningly large penis that wasn't for the timid. And
deep inside I knew I had to taste it. I reached out and tried to touch him.

"Hold on, now. I didn't say you could touch it. Did I? Did I say you could
touch it?"

"Uh, no . . . no, sir."

"You don't touch it without asking first, or before I say you can touch
it. Understand, white boy?"

"Yes, sir," I said. "I understand."

Jeb stepped forward and pushed his giant cock in my face, "That's more like
it. Now you can touch it. And no fucking teeth!" Needless to say things had
turned around rather fast. But I wasn't going to question it. I grabbed the
old man's cock with both hands, gently pulled back his foreskin and put the
huge pink head in my mouth. He was soft. I assumed he was so old he
wouldn't be able to get completely hard and that was OK. That would mean I
could stuff more of him into my mouth. I was able to get almost seven
inches of his floppy cock into my mouth. And it was great. I always enjoyed
sucking on a large black cock anytime the opportunity arose at Pioneer
Park. Jeb's cock was amazing. I loved how spongy and soft it felt. And Jeb
was no slouch. He kept himself clean. No trace of smegma or a cheesy smell
from this man's penis. In fact, his dick and crotch were scented with
sandalwood. His balls hung like giant Christmas ornaments, dangling a good
six inches from his crotch like that of an old bull. They were soft and
shiny. I could feel that he used baby oil to keep them from chafing in his
pants. While I munched and gummed on his huge penis I fantasized of all the
places his cock must have been. How many cunts had this monster pleasured
or ripped apart? How many assholes had it ruined? What did it looked like
when it exploded with cum? I was getting so hard I was ready to blow.

I have no idea how much time had passed, but Jeb basically extracted
himself from my mouth. 
"Nice, kid. You stay right here." With
his dick flopping to his knees he walked over to the entrance of the
restroom and set up a sandwich board sign that said, "Closed for Cleaning."
Then he returned, letting me start all over again. Not a problem. He undid
his belt and his trousers fell down around his knees, then he leaned back
against the washbasins. I took this as an invitation to explore more than
he might expect. I took one soaking wet middle finger and began to feel his
taint. He moaned and spread his legs apart a little. I spit on the same
finger and creeped up from his taint to his asshole. He didn't complain.
After about a minute of trying to choke on his enormous dick I managed to
work an index finger just past the entrance of his asshole. That was the
trick.

Jeb let out a low guttural moan as I slowly worked my middle finger. With
the aid of a little more spit I found his prostate and gently rubbed the
tip of my finger around, pressing lightly against it. His cock suddenly
sprang to life. Soon his dick was so engorged with blood I could only fit
about five inches of it into my mouth. Still, that seemed to be enough to
keep him happy. "You keep that up and I'm gonna fuck you," he growled.

"That's OK with me. Just go slow," I responded.

Jeb looked down at me and asked "You serious? You think you can take this
old black log up your ass? Boy, I think your eyes are bigger than your
stomach."

"We'll never know if we don't try, will we?"

When I said that the old man grinned ear to ear. I honestly didn't think I
was up for it, but I'd had giant cocks partially up my ass before. Not the
most comfortable feeling in the world, but the men usually came so fast
that they weren't able to ram completely up inside of me. I continued to
suck and finger the old man's ass. He was loosening up and I easily had my
three middle fingers inside him, teasing him with some delicate butt play.

"Boy. That feels nice. Where'd you learn to do shit like that?"

"What?" I stopped sucking to ask him, "Haven't you ever been fucked
before?"

"Sure. I've been fucked and more ways than just up the ass. But no one's
ever made it feel like that. Boy, you got me goin'."

The old man hadn't even so much as touched me, yet I had a raging painful
hardon that needed attention. I pulled off of his dick and asked, "How good
are you at sucking cock?  I'm sure you've had a few in your mouth."

"Boy. You are some cheeky little son of a bitch! What do you know about
what I've had and haven't had in my mouth?" My fingers were pressing
against his prostate and I could feel his pulse. He tried to push the head
of his dick back in my mouth.

"Hold on, daddy. I need to let the muscles in my mouth rest. You're a big
fucker. Give me a minute."

"Damn right I'm a big fucker," he said still trying to force himself down
my throat. The old goat was hard. Long, thick, shiny black veins and
fucking hard. And I suspected it was the first time in a while he'd been
quite so hard. I moved him away from my face and growled at him.

"Want you to fuck me. OK? I want that beautiful black meat sliding up
inside my ass. You into it?" I was gambling that once I removed my fingers
from his ass he wouldn't be able to maintain such a shocking erection. If
he were just semi hard I could make it work. I could also enjoy it. But I
wasn't going to tell him that. I stood up and removed my shirt, then kicked
off my shoes, underwear and pants. "Come on. I need to see what all that
naked flesh feels like with you filling me up."

This statement obviously shocked Jeb. But he was horned up enough to go
along. I helped him unbutton his shirt. I pulled off his undershirt and was
surprised to see a hot shiny black chest, no hairs, taught skin and nothing
but well-defined muscles. Not weight lifter muscles. Just nice tight
muscles covered in velvety midnight black skin. I almost shot cum all over
him right then and there. Somehow I was able to hold back. He removed his
shoes and socks. I was right there to help him out of his pants. Once we
were both naked I pressed up against his chest and held onto him, rubbing
his giant cock between us. "Mmmmm . . . that feels good. I fucking love the
feel of a man's hot sweaty skin against mine. Let me hold you for just a
minute." Jeb just stood there and took it.

As I predicted, his hardon began to fade and it wasn't long before he was
almost too soft to do anything with. I wrestled him down to the floor and
aligned our heads and dicks so I might induce him to sixty-nine with me
while I got him hard again. Laying on our sides I was thrilled to have this
strong old goat pressed up against me as I worked on his knob. I got two
fingers back up his ass and licked up and down on his dick until it started
to stiffen. I was able to once again deep throat about six inches of him
and work that prostate. In no time I was rewarded with Jeb swallowing as
much of my cock as he could, causing him to choke a little. But he knew how
to suck cock and almost caused me to shoot. I rolled him onto his back and
then sat on him with his giant cock lined up the crack of my ass. I had a
tube of lube in the pocket of my Levis. It didn't take much to find it and
I slicked my butt up as good as possible. Jeb was softening again. I pushed
the head of his cock against the entrance of my lubed asshole not really
knowing what to expect. Hey, at the worst I'd got him so involved that if I
decided to call it quits he'd most likely have to give in. Even soft the
head of his dick was about this size of a small Granny Smith apple. I
pushed down causing his cock to start to bend. I grasped it firmly and
pushed again and imagined I was taking a giant dump. That worked. He popped
inside me without a problem. While he was still turgid I slowly worked up
and down on his tool until I had maybe half of him inside me.

I looked down into his face and asked, "How's that feel, stud? You with
me?" and pushed another two inches or so inside. I was as relaxed as I'd
ever been with a cock up my ass, but it was still a challenge. Even soft
Jeb's cock stretched me out more than I'd ever been stretched before. I
breathed heavily and got another inch inside me. Jeb just lay there with
his eyes rolled back and sort of a pained look on his face. It never
occurred to me that trying to fuck me might be painful for him. We held
steady for a minute, me puffing and puffing trying to remain relaxed. Then
suddenly the entire length of his cock slid right up inside me, something I
wasn't expecting. His erection had deflated enough that instead of a giant
turgid pole of man meat rammed up inside me I had a giant softening rubber
hose. Still, it felt pretty damn good. We stayed that way for a while.

"You OK?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I'm OK. But you sure are a tight fuck," he complained.

"Yeah, well you've got a fucking monster dick. What do you expect?" I
asked.

Jeb opened his eyes and gave me a feeble grin. My dick was still raging
hard and I rubbed it against his stomach. Then without thinking I mashed my
lips against his and forced him to suck face. He complied, although I don't
think he really wanted to. But he did know how to suck face. And the
activity did begin to get a slight rise out of him as his dick started to
engorge once again. But it didn't last. I licked the old man's face and
wiped some sweat off of his forehead.

"You know what I think?" I said.

"What?"

"I think you just might like to get fucked. Do you? Would you let me fuck
you until you shoot all over me?"

Jeb grinned. "Yeah. Why not?" he said.

I did my best to enjoy having his entire dick plugged up my ass, even if it
was as soft as an unusually fat noodle. And I gently lifted up my butt
letting the length of that monster slowly squeeze out of me like rubber
toothpaste. I was fucking hard as a rock. Once it completely plopped out I
went to work on what would get this tall black man off. I'd had plenty of
practice in my short young years to learn what most bottoms seem to respond
to. I just never thought this old stud would be a bottom. Just shows you
never know.

I made him spread his legs. I lubed up the fingers on my right hand. He was
easy to enter. He didn't even flinch. I found his prostate and lightly put
pressure on it, rubbing gently. Like magic his giant cock sprang to life.
I'm pretty sure I could have made him completely shoot his wad by just
working his prostate for about five minutes. Despite what most men think
it's a soft and gentle pressure that triggers it, not hard ramming. At
least that's been my experience. Once I had him at attention I made him
jack off. I got him to grab his giant pole and work it the way only he knew
how until I had him panting. I managed to sling each of his long legs over
my shoulders one at a time and replaced my fingers with my hardon.
Thankfully, I'm not exactly small. He opened up to me like the Panama Canal
and responded to the strokes of my cock like a whimpering child. He had
become so fucking hard. I was afraid to touch his cock for fear of causing
an eruption. He continued to stroke his dick until I felt his asshole
contract and squeeze hard around my cock. I started pumping faster and when
the first shots of thick cum out of his cock I unloaded my own man batter
as deep inside him as I could. The old man spasmed for a good minute.

We rested with me still planted deep inside his ass and his legs over my
shoulders. I scooped up gobs of cum from his stomach and chest, carefully
licking it off of my hands. If you've learned anything from reading these
stories you know that I'm a hopeless cum junkie. Once his heavy breathing
returned to normal Jeb simply said, "Fuck. That was intense, boy. Fucking
intense." He pulled me out of him, rolling over on his side. I curled up
along side and put my arm around him. I got off on rubbing all the cum left
on his chest and stomach into a big mess on his skin. He didn't seem to
care.

"Mr. Jeb?" I asked, "I have a fierce fascination with that giant monster
you're packing between your legs. Any time you might want to try this again
I'd be more than happy to oblige. You're officially my personal Mount
Everest. I'd love to have you shoot a giant load up my ass whenever you're
ready.

Hearing that the old guy smiled, reached around and slapped me on the ass.

"Let me work up to it, boy. Give me time to work up to it."

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Before leaving the hotel restroom that afternoon I stuffed my Levis and the
crack of my butt with wads of toilet paper. After an afternoon of getting
fucked several times in Pioneer Park and then taking on Jeb's python, I had
to take account. When I started to walk home I was sore, and not just a
little sore. A boyfriend of mine, a very handsome latino who was a power
bottom, used to tell me he couldn't help himself. Every time he encountered
an unusually large penis he had to have its owner try and fuck him. It
didn't matter what the guy looked like, young, old, ugly, good looking.
"Sure, it hurts," he said, "But it's a kind of hurt I like." Well, I don't
agree. I'd never been as stretched out in my life as that afternoon with
Jeb's hard dick stretching out and pushing deep in my ass. It was going to
take some time for the swelling and pain to subside. Still . . .

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I got regular hair cuts at the Hotel Newhouse for about six or seven
years. Albert and Jerry took a liking to me and sort of became close
friends, although we never went out together or did anything but fuck. It
wasn't until after two years of getting them to trim my hair that our
friendship became solid.

One Saturday I made a late afternoon appointment. I needed to run a bunch
of errands that day and couldn't show up any earlier. When I finally made
it they were both backed up with clients, so I arranged to come back later
before they closed. Of course, I immediately checked out the action in the
restroom and enjoyed playing with the cocks of some interesting men. There
was a retired professor from the University of Utah whom I recognized from
the sauna up at the University's health and physical recreation complex. He
was an emeritus professor, retired from the Philosophy Department and he
swam at least a mile every day in the University's olympic pool. I was
surprised to see him, because he never showed any interest of playing
around in the sauna. And there were two guys I'd always see around Orson
Spencer Hall (OSH). One was an extremely handsome hispanic graduate student
from the Poly Sci department named Novarro. The other was his chunklicioius
straw blond weight lifting boyfriend, Ray. These two usually worked their
home turf at the University, recruiting tricks from the restrooms of
OSH. That afternoon I had the chance to sample the flavors of all three of
their cocks and getting more cum than I could handle. A bit of youth had
come to the Hotel Newhouse.

When I first walked into the restroom the retired professor was getting his
knob polished by a younger man wearing a US postal uniform. The professor
was always of interest to me because he was a big guy, in his late sixties,
with a swimmers body and a cock that begged to be investigated. The prof
had long silver unkempt hair and a relatively smooth body. His pubes were
the same silver colors as the hair on his head. The man had a wonderful
broad chest. And the skin on his body had started to sag a bit around the
nipples and love handles. Still he was one hot looking man. As for his
dick, well. Whenever I saw him naked in the sauna he appeared to have this
cock the shape of a medium size sea cucumber. He was uncut. That much was
obvious. But he had so much foreskin that it was all scrunched up like an
accordion. And you never saw the head of his cock. Instead, it was hidden
by even more skin so the only thing you did see was a small pee hole
surrounded by an excess wrinkly skin. One day in the sauna I did watch him
scratch himself and hold his soft cock in one hand. It spilled out quite a
bit. So, maybe it would be more accurate to say that when he was soft he
was the size of an extra big sea cucumber. Soft cocks can be hard to judge.

According to the accepted rules of the Hotel Newhouse public restroom, no
one bothered too much to hide what they were doing. So I watched from a
discrete distance at the pee trough with my dick at the ready as the thirty
something postal worker went to town on the prof's thick hard tool. It was
a relief to see that when hard the prof had a decent size piece of
equipment. All that foreskin disguised a nice eight or more inches of hard
meat that looked rather delicious. When Novarro and his blond weight lifter
boyfriend showed up they greeted the prof with a loud, "Hey" and a wave.
They joined the prof, one standing on either side of him taking turns to
suck his face, play with his nipples, and at one point Navarro relieved the
post office guy, taking a turn sucking the prof's elegant cock. Not to be
left out of the loop, the blond boyfriend, Ray, engulfed the postman's
hardon and everyone seemed to be rather happy with the situation. After a
while the prof indicated he wanted to move to a place a bit more private
and they all came my way. They took over the mostly hidden part of the long
piss trough. They didn't even look at me.

It was just as well they ignored me. An older man I'd hooked up with before
showed up and we had a good time putting on a show at the visible end of
the pee trough. My friend was in his fifties. A dad on the down low. A
standard looking straight man with graying hair, a square jaw (when it
wasn't full of my cock) and killer blue eyes who sported a golf shirt,
khakis, and tennis shoes. He may have been a straight daddy, but he sure
knew how to suck and fuck. My friend took one look at the action taking
place at the other end of the pee trough and couldn't take his eyes off of
the three men.


"That's so hot," he whispered in my ear. He was so turned on by the
spectacle that we hadn't even been sucking each other for three minutes
until he whispered in my ear, "Would you fuck me?" What's a young toilet
whore to do? He bent over so I could rim him as he kept an eye on the
foursome twenty feet away. I did my best to make a mess of his man hole and
soon was happily plunging myself inside him. Actually, I didn't need to do
anything. My straight daddy fucked himself on me, grinding my dick as hard
as he could inside of himself. Within a minute or two he was ready to shoot
and pulled off of me. "Let's join those guys," he whispered excitedly. We
waddled over with our pants around our knees and my daddy friend turned to
offer his ass to any one of the four men engaged in hot oral abuse. The
postal worker took the hint, pulling his cock out of the Ray's mouth and
turning to stick a wide potato shaped tool up my straight daddy's butt.
Once he had his dick planted up my friend, Ray slid his dick up the
postman's ass. I envied the postman. Being the middle of a sandwich is my
favorite position. And knowing from previous experience what Ray's elephant
trunk felt like up my ass was almost too much.

My straight daddy bent forward and sucked on my grateful cock as he got
spit roasted for all it was worth. The postman plowing his ass had
definitely had a fat wide potato for a penis.  I would have enjoyed getting
to know him better. Hell, I would have been satisfied just poking the
postman's ass. But the position was taken. The prof and Navarro eventually
got down to business. Novarro had worked the prof's cock into a hard weapon
of ass destruction and didn't let it go to waste. He turned toward all of
us and bent over, guiding the prof's cock into his taut brown ass. I was
sort of amused, because every time I'd seen Novarro I assumed he was a
major alpha top who didn't get fucked. But I understood. The prof was one
major hulking silver daddy with a glorious cock and excess of foreskin. To
have the prof's wet gloved torpedo stuffed up ones ass was an honor to have
been chosen. I'd loved to have the prof fuck me, too.

It wasn't long before my straight daddy started to show signs he was ready
to blow. I pulled him off of my cock, lifted him up and immediately went
down on him. He discharged a tasty big load in my mouth which I savored as
much as possible. My straight daddy wasn't one for sticking around once he
busted his nut. He carefully slid the postman's dick out of his ass and
pulled up his pants. However he did manage to give me a decent wet kiss
before he escaped the debauchery going on. In his absence I knelt in front
of the postman and swallowed as much of his cock covered with ass juices as
I could. Ray was having too good of a time plowing his own flat wide dick
into the postman to notice the postman couldn't contain himself. I almost
choked on the load the postman blasted in my mouth. He probably hadn't cum
for several days because he really let loose more than I could handle. And
I can handle a lot. I pulled off the postman before I choked and held him
as he continued to heave and spasm with Ray's cock stirring up his ass. He
sprayed a Jackson Pollock of cum down the front of my shirt. But the
postman was a trooper and at least licked the spatters of his cum off of my
face. We did a little deep tonguing and swapped his man batter. He, too,
could only bear so much excitement and pulled himself off of Ray's amazing
throbbing meat. He quickly pulled himself together and was gone.

Ray reached over and squeezed my hardon. I, in turn, gently squeezed his
balls. His cock was slick with what was obviously lube. Without a word
between us we turned our attention to his boyfriend and the prof. I spit a
couple of times into my hand and bravely explored the prof's asshole. Ray
knelt down in front of Novarro and inhaled his boyfriend's fat tube of
Mexican meat. At first the prof squeezed his little rosebud extra tight not
wanting anyone to enter. Fine with me. I just massaged him with my wet
fingers and some stray cum I collected from my shirt. He pounded into
Novarro's ass like it was going to be his last time. Novarro, good guy that
he was, patiently accepted the prof's thrusts until the prof started to
slow down and take longer, less rough strokes. My cummy fingers were doing
their magic. I got an index and middle finger n the prof's asshole. It was
as if he suddenly remembered, "Oh, yeah. This is supposed to feel good."
And he soon began to take long slow strokes. Either that or he had started
to get close to exploding and decided to slow down and take his time. I,
however, prefer to think my fingers made the difference. However, Novarro
was now able to enjoy being plowed and the oral skills of his
boyfriend. Just like knocking off targets at shooting gallery it didn't
take long until Novarro couldn't hold off the raw heat of the moment. Ray
pulled me down to help him get his boyfriend off. We both had our mouths
clamped around Novarro's silken brown cock when he started to tremble. In
no time he was filling our joined mouths with hot man cream. It was
extraordinary. I'd been with Ray before under different circumstances and
in a different places where we'd both discovered that we were well matched
cum pigs. The second Novarro let loose we made sure it was an exceptional
experience for the guy and we didn't lose a drop.

It wasn't that the prof was taking too much time to get off. It was more
about all three of us wanting to watch his cock erupt in thick flows of cum
-- which we would share. Novarro held the prof's cock and carefully slid it
out of his ass. He and Ray knelt in front of the prof's beautiful cock and
played it like a fine instrument. I continued with my butt play, succeeding
in finding the prof's swollen man walnut. Once discovered it was easily
conquered and the semen began to flow, and flow, and flow. The prof ended
up doing a bukake over all our faces. He had a very healthy constitution
for a man his age, spewing giant globs all over us. Novarro got up to suck
face with the prof while Ray and I stuck around down below to clean off
each other's face and see what else we might be able to coax out of the
prof's beautiful sheathed tool. But the glow wore off. The three men stayed
long enough just to clean one another up and they left. That left me with
blue balls full of cum and a painfully neglected hard dick. Well, I didn't
exactly cruise the restroom for romance.

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I cleaned up as best I could and retuned to the barbershop for a hair
cut. Jerry still had a customer, but Albert was ready to make me
pretty. When he saw all the drying cum in my hair, beard, and clothes he
chuckled. "It looks like you fell in. Did you hurt yourself?" he asked.

I blushed and motioned for him to let me whisper in his ear, "I'm so
fucking horny I can't stand it. I need to shoot a load so bad it's killing
me."

Albert laughed and patted me on the head."That's OK. Let's see if I can
help" He asked Jerry if he was OK and could handle the last two
customers. Jerry gave him a grin and a salute.  Seeing how painful my
hardon was he ushered me outside to the hallway and to a small room next
door that they used for storage, and naps, and turning tricks, and hosting
orgies, and fucking whenever they needed to. I was impressed. There was a
sturdy double bed made up all nice and neat. Albert had to move a couple of
boxes and then he put some towels down over the bed. He sat on the edge of
it and pulled me close. He did his duty by unbuttoning my pants. He pulled
off my shirt, sniffing at the cum stains. And then he inspected my hardon.
"Yes, I'd say you definitely have a set of blue balls," he teased. He
started to suck me off, slowly at first. Then he picked up speed. I was so
horny I couldn't cum. That was a first for me.

"Look, I'm sorry. You feel great but I think I'm backed up from not busting
a nut all day."

Albert stood up and took off his barber jacket. He didn't have anything on
underneath revealing a hot body with just enough white hair to make it even
more interesting. He instructed me to unbutton his pants and pull them
down. He displayed an excellent handsome fat cock. It was gorgeous and
ready to go. He made me remove my shoes and pants while he kicked off his
then he pulled me down on the bed with him into a sixty-nine position. I
was feeling pretty good. I marveled at Albert's trim build. Not only was
his chest hair white so was his thick nest of pubic hair. He pushed his
cock into my mouth as he sucked in mine. We stayed in a sixty-nine embrace
for a long time just sucking on each other's cock. We took it easy and
slow. After while we switched so we were face to face and kissed, holding
one another tight. "I sure would like you to fuck me," I said to him.

"I can do that. If I do, will you fuck me?" he asked. The gentle kissing
turned to deep probing of tongues. I grabbed his cock, rubbing it against
mine. We were about the same size except he was circumcised. I made a
little space between us and held our cocks tip to tip. Albert took the lead
and pulled my foreskin over the head of his cock and gently jacked off with
it. He knew just how to keep our sticky heads together, lubed with precum,
and rubbed them around one another until I was ready to lose it. Just when
I couldn't take it anymore he stopped. Then he rolled me on my back moved
down my torso to suck me some more. I wasn't paying as much attention as I
should have, just enjoying the ride, when flipped my legs back over my head
and dove his tongue into my ass. He worked my butt, making sure he had a
nice sloppy mess to stick his cock in. He held me with my legs in the air,
squatted down against my backside and slowly eased his cock inside me.
Yup. That's what had been missing. I needed someone to stimulate my man
walnut and fuck me senseless. But Albert wasn't into fucking me
senseless. He took his time, making long deep thrusts into my ass. I let
him take complete control and do whatever he wanted.

After a good rogering of about fifteen minutes Albert pulled me down over
him and got me to straddle his cock. This felt even better. I pushed my
face down to his and probed his mouth with my tongue some more. He was kind
enough to return the favor. "God, you feel so good inside me," I moaned.
Albert just looked at me and grinned. I pumped myself up and down on him
while stroking my dick. Albert forced my hands away, still letting me fuck
myself on his hard pole, but not manipulate my cock with my hands. I figure
we spent at least a good half hour with him fucking me. It was great. Then
he made me switch places.

Albert flipped me on my back and gave me a few seconds of a sloppy wet blow
job. Then he straddled me, slowly lowering himself on to my straining
hardon. I slipped up inside him a bit too easily I thought. But he was a
man in his late sixties and at his age a cock up his ass wasn't exactly a
new experience. He slowly rode my cock making sure the head rubbed against
his prostate. Sometimes he'd stop and gently rub the head of my cock
specifically on his sweet spot. Despite me inside him, he was still in
control. When he was ready he contracted his ass muscles squeezing the head
of my dick. It was incredible. I lost control and he sat down on me forcing
me deep up inside him. I unloaded like I never remember having unloaded
before. My nuts released a fucking gusher. I looked at Albert. His head was
thrown back and he was in a state of bliss. He remained on top of me until
I was spent and completely deflated. I relished the squish sound when my
cock eventually plopped out of him.

"OK, now it's your turn to do me," he said. He located some lube next to
the bed and applied it to the fingers of my left hand. Then he directed me
to ease up inside his ass and slowly work his prostate. "Not too fast. Just
light and gentle, got it?" Oh, I had it. I knew too well how that
worked. He then applied more lube to his cock and asked me to jack him
off. It was a bit awkward at first, but I soon got the hang of it. And the
sound of my fingers squishing around in my cum up his ass was rather
interesting. Just when I thought he was about to shoot there was a light
tap at the door.

"Can I come in?" It was Jerry. He'd just closed up the barbershop.

"Yes. Please come in, please!" cried Albert. The door opened and closed
quickly. Jerry surmised the damage and smiled.

"You guy's finished?" he asked.

"Not at all. We've barely got started," said Albert.

Jerry quickly peeled off his clothes and joined us on the bed, his
incredible horse cock flopping between his legs. Albert took Jerry's hand
and directed it up his cum soaked ass. "What's this?" Jerry asked feigning
surprise.

"What does it look like?" teased Albert.

"Well," answered Jerry pulling his fingers out and smelling them, "It looks
like cum." He tasted his fingers, "It tastes like cum, too. Let me make
sure," he said and he buried his face between Albert's firm grand daddy
butt cheeks. He munched Albert's ass for a few seconds then came up for
air. "Yup. That's definitely cum. Any more where that came from?" he asked
matter of factly. His faced glistened in the dim light with smears of my
cum all over his mouth and cheeks.

"I still have a load ready for you," grinned Albert while looking me
directly in the face.

"Let's see what we can do to coax it out," said Jerry. He pulled up behind
Albert and stuffed the end of his long flaccid horse cock inside the
opening of Albert's juice-filled butt. It was like snaking a drain the way
Jerry slowly fished his cock into Albert. Jerry wasn't hard, yet. But he
slowly started to grow. "Oh, fuck! That feels so good," he said. "You
really must have needed to dump a load," he said to me. "Got anymore where
that came from?" he asked.

Albert answered for me saying, "I'm certain he can produce a lot more if we
coax him right." Albert grinned at me and squeezed my cock.

I was spent, or so I thought and wasn't able to feel the urge to produce
anything at that moment. I tasted my fingers that I had stuffed up Albert's
man hole. Jerry reached over and made me put them in his mouth. He licked
the combination of lube and sticky cum off of each finger as if he were
sucking a cock. Then he returned his focus to violating Albert's hot sticky
wet hole. Keeping himself inside Albert, he pulled the white haired man
back and adjusted him to a doggy position so Albert was on his knees.
Albert was breathing heavily and would give out an occasional "oof" noise
the further Jerry snaked up inside his ass.I quickly reviewed having tried
to take all of Jeb's python inside me a couple of weeks earlier and
shuddered.

"That is amazingly hot, you guys." I stuttered. "I don't know if I can take
something that big up my ass."

Jerry looked over and winked at me. "That's not we've heard," he grinned.
WTF! I thought. They know about me stuffing Jeb's monster python inside me?
I wonder exactly how much they really know?" I blushed.

Jerry didn't seem to get completely hard, just hard enough. He pulled out
and stuffed himself again into Albert making a terrifically loud suction
noise as air entered and escaped the loose seal of cum and lube. "Yeah,
buddy," moaned Albert. "That's it. You feel great. It's been a while since
you've been inside me."

I was a bit jealous. I'd like to get fucked by Jerry, too. But naked in bed
with them I was more curious about what they did to get off than just
fuck. I was still confused. They weren't lovers, but they were still fuck
buddies? I found it hard to wrap my mind around it.

"Hey," Jerry said to me, "Get up here next to me on your knees. I want to
taste that cock of yours everyone talks about."

Everyone? Who is everyone?? I thought. I did as he asked. Albert just
trucked along emitting soft noises of satisfaction. Jerry bent down and
tried to suck my cock, but it was too low for him. "Here, stand up
instead."  I stood up on the bed and had to steady myself with one arm on
his shoulder. He pulled me in close and grabbed my, slurping me in his
mouth like an oyster. Yeah, I had more, I thought to myself. With this
handsome daddy sucking on my tool it would be impossible not to get
hard. Jerry worked my dick to a presentable erection. Then he directed me
to lay on my side. He turned Albert on his side opposite me so we could
sixty-nine. Albert was in pig heaven. It was like having a sloppy wet
vacuum cleaner work on my cock as he inhaled me. I tried to do my best to
treat him equally. I could see Jerry's horse cock snaking in and out of
Albert's ass at a slow and steady pace. I reached between Albert's legs and
fond Jerry's balls. They didn't hang loose, Instead they were tightened up
between his taint and base of his cock.

"Yeah, that feels nice kid," he complimented. "You can keep that up as much
as you want."

Tickling his balls was a winner move when playing with Jerry. I didn't stop
there. I poked around a bit and found his rosebud of an asshole. As I
suspected, he was closed up tight. I felt around the base of his cock where
it slid into Albert's ass. In no time I had a sticky mixture of my cum,
lube, sweat and ass juice on my fingers. I returned to feel his asshole and
made progress getting at least my middle finger inserted up his butt. I
didn't push it. I left it there, letting Jerry's hip movements as he fucked
Albert do all the work. Another quick reconnaissance for body fluids to use
as lube proved even more successful. And when I returned to feel Jerry's
butt hole I easily slipped two fingers up inside him. "Fuck you, you little
son of a bitch!"  he cried. "That's an unfair move." But I didn't take his
complaint seriously.

Albert was pretty much worked over. He'd been ready to shoot at least twice
before Jerry joined us. Now I could tell by his cock flexing in my mouth
that he wasn't going to hold out any longer. "Oh, fuck. I'm going to cum,"
he cried out. He flooded my mouth with sweet thick jizz. As soon as I'd
gulped down one mouthful he refilled it. But I refused to stop sucking
him. I was clamped down hard with him draining down my throat. I wanted him
to have a good long spend. I wanted his discharge to be memorable and
lasting. The old guy almost drowned me, but it was good. His cum was
especially sweet and thick. Albert took good care of himself. As Albert
calmed down, with his cock still in my mouth, Jerry slowly pulled himself
out of Albert's ass. From my view between Albert's legs it looked like a
never ending pipe withdrawing forever. But in fact, despite appearance,
Jerry's cock wasn't quite as long as it looked. I later discovered he was a
full fifteen inches hard and about thirteen inches soft. He was a shower
and gave the illusion of a grower. Still, he had a damn big dick between
his legs. I also found he had difficulty getting it hard and sustaining an
erection. Once he'd pulled out of Albert he closed in and licked droplets
of his buddy's cum off of my cheeks. We swapped what little cum was left in
my mouth. And then Jerry crawled up to Albert and the two spent some time
just making out. It was kind of sweet. I put Albert's softened cock back in
my mouth and gently sucked on it.

Eventually Jerry settled in between us, me with my head still at Albert's
cock.  Jerry nudged me. "You know that thing your were doing with your
fingers," referring to me trying to open his ass up.

"Uh, yeah," I said.

"Tell you what. You do that some more for me and I'll suck you off, OK?"

It seemed like a reasonable proposition. Jerry inhaled my cock and worked
his magic on it. I spit on my fingers and soon had them back up Jerry's
ass. As I probed around feeling out his prostate he yelled out,"Oh, fuck!
Yeah! That's the spot. You just keep that up and I'll be happy!"

I didn't have a problem massaging his prostate. However, he seemed to want
it a bit rougher than I would normally work it. He bucked a couple of
times, but eventually settled down and I thoroughly enjoyed his work at
sucking me off. I was close. So close I had to announce it. Jerry just
stayed the course and took me in deep while I tried to remember to make him
feel happy. I came pretty fast and to my surprise unloaded what felt like
another quart. Jerry and Albert were pleased and shared it. But even more
surprising was when Jerry bucked back and pushed his ass down hard on my
hand.

When Jerry came he remained on his back, stiff and motionless for the
duration. Curiously he wasn't hard. He'd arranged his floppy long dick
along his stomach and chest. His prostate caused his asshole to contract,
squeezing my fingers tight. He seemed to have a series of internal
convulsions as a steady stream of cum spewed out from the end of his
dick. He might not have been able to get it hard all of the time, but he
didn't have any problem producing loads of cum when properly motivated.

"Ahhhhhh, fuck that's nice, kid," he said. "Just keep doing that as long as
you can." His long snake burped loads of cum. Albert put his lips at the
end of Jerry's floppy tool and drank the discharge that coursed out of
him. It looked as if Albert was quenching his thirst with a garden hose. I
looked on in amazement as the stuff continued to flow out of him. It was
astonishing and hot as hell. I continued to work my fingers up inside him
until the spasms stopped. He unloaded the most jizz I'd ever seen. And when
the jizz stopped his plumbing still produced quite a bit of clear seminal
fluid. It all tasted good, too. I sat up and licked as much of it up as I
could. Albert and I swapped it during a frantic deep kiss. We shared it
with Jerry who seemed exhausted. He opened his mouth letting Albert and me
dribble his own cum into his mouth and the three of us mashed our tongues
together making a hot mess. Jerry swallowed all of it with enthusiasm.  We
finished our tryst by pressing ourselves against either side of Jerry's
chest and stomach, writhing against him with his cum covering us. He had
produced so much of the stuff we enjoyed a long mutual session of very
messy frottage as the sticky stuff slowly dried on our bodies. A cum junkie
such as myself was in heaven. Then we just napped in one another's arms.


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In addition to Albert and Jerry, another major reason the Hotel Newhouse
restroom was so popular was the absence of vice police. The hotel had an
arrangement with the local vice cops. The hotel policed its own property
and the house detectives could keep an eye on things without any outside
help. What the city vice cops didn't know was that all of the house
detectives (there were four of them) were gay, or at the very least they
all enjoyed getting blow jobs. That's why most seasoned patrons of the
restroom didn't worry about standing around in the open with their dicks
jammed down another guy's throat or appear stark naked in a fast and
furious ad hoc orgy getting fucked by several guys in an open gang bang.
But occasionally a Salt Lake City policeman would show up . . . to get his
rocks off.

One of the hottest experiences I ever had was walking into the restroom and
finding a city cop in full uniform holding himself up against the toilet
partition, pants down around his knees, his cock stuffed through the glory
hole, while a burly trucker enthusiastically fucked him. In addition to the
trucker there were some other men lined up waiting their turn to drill his
ass. I never got the cop's name, but I did get an opportunity to help clean
off his dick once he'd finally finished draining his nuts. He had a very
nice seven inch penis, even though he was cut.

All of the toilet stall partitions had glory holes, but it was the one hole
cut into the last partition where men could stand outside of the stall and
get a good anonymous suck job that proved the most popular. That stall got
the most action. It's the stall with the glory hole through which I dumped
my first load in the place. And that stall was almost always occupied. I
swear, some men seemed to live inside it. I went to slip my dick through
the glory hole one day assured that one of the resident experts would
quickly take care of me and . . . nothing. The stall was empty. Curious, I
went into the stall and shut the door to have a look around. I got worked
up reading all of the obscene graffiti, phone numbers and salacious
messages written on the wall around the hole which everyone slipped their
cock through. The temptation was too much. I pulled out my cock. I sat down
and played with myself. In no time I was sitting on the toilet, pants down
to my shoes, and my mouth working an anonymous cock for all it was worth.
The owner of the cock came pretty fast and I was impressed. Then some guy
put his small cock through the hole. I took the whole thing in my mouth and
worked my tongue on it as good as I knew how. Another quick reward of a
mouth full of jizz which, of course, I was happy to swallow. A short but
very fat cock took its place. Its owner had a week's worth of tension built
up in his balls and shot so much cum that I had overflow dripping down my
chin and the marble partition. I had found a new activity.

Sometimes I worried that when I was old and no one wanted to have sex with
me I would end up like some of the old tea room queen, just sitting on a
toilet and sucking off everyone and anything that came along. But once I
found myself in the situation to try it, I found it wasn't so bad. In fact
it was damn exciting. One of the more exciting things about it was that
several people I knew, men who avoided me or had otherwise declined my
attempts to get them into bed, showed up so I could enjoy the pleasure of
sucking them off. And they had no idea it was me servicing them. The first
of these men was Roscoe, a young man a few years older than me who everyone
agreed was a great male beauty of the Salt Lake gay community. He was
definitely a looker. I was just average. Not terribly handsome but
definitely not ugly. No one ever threw me out of bed. But I wasn't and
would never be in the same league as Roscoe. He was just fucking gorgeous.
So, imagine my surprise as I looked through the glory hole waiting for my
next victim when I saw Roscoe come in. He tried to peek through the small
space between the stall door and partition to get a look at who was working
that day, but he couldn't tell it was me. Mind you, Roscoe knew me very
well. Although he wasn't interested in me as a sex partner, we were
reasonably good friends and had been for years. Once he was satisfied
whoever was sitting in the stall met his standards, he soon fed his cock
through the glory hole expecting it to get worshipped. And his cock was
something worth worshiping. He slipped through a semi hard seven inches.
His cock was perfectly straight and an impressive circumference. I took
time with him, teasing the tip of his cock until he began to produce pre
cum (which I thoroughly enjoyed). And I started slow, working my way down
the shaft delicately tickling it with my tongue. Once I had it as rigid as
it was ever going to get I worked hard to make sure every one of my up and
down motions with my mouth added to the full experience of my ability to
get Roscoe off. It took me the better part of five minutes before I was
rewarded with a mouth full of Roscoe's seed. He didn't cum a lot, but he
came enough. I made sure his dick was as cleaned off as I could make it so
he could just pull up his pants and go. And he did. A few days later I ran
into Roscoe at the only gay bar in the city. He was pleased to see me and
then complained that the city was dry, there was no one new for him to get
to know and fuck. Of course, I agreed with him and just smiled.

Another acquaintance who avoided my overtures for a roll in the hay was
Fred. Fred was a standard issue germanic blond hunk. He worked at the local
gay bar as a bartender. We were about the same age. He was good looking and
sort of haughty. He had a nice toothy grin when he was happy. But most of
the time he seemed a bit arrogant and stand offish. The interesting thing
about Fred was I recognized his cock the minute he slipped it through the
hole. He had the sort of cock I tend to prefer, although I like them
all. He was uncut, eight or nine inches long. Very wide and sort of
flattened, but not too much. Getting him inside my mouth meant getting
stretched wide, something I don't like to do for an extended time with my
mouth. Getting fucked is different. But there it was, Fred's pendulous dick
seeping precum and dangling in front of me. I immediately got to work. Fred
preferred to be engaged with the experience of getting sucked. He wasn't
passive. He pounded my mouth, pumping in and out through the glory hole
until he'd reached the moment of shooting. Then he'd withdraw, letting his
dick go down so he could start all over again. I can't say I blame him. I
would have tried to enjoy getting a dick like his worked over for as long
as possible too, if it had been mine. But he really responded when I
grabbed his erection with both hands and used them to pump him as I worked
on the end of his dick with my mouth. It didn't take long. He was making
all sorts of noise as he dumped load after load of cum down my throat. And
he didn't pull out when he was finished. He let his dick linger in my mouth
enjoying me squeezing the head up against the roof of my mouth with my
tongue. He even tapped on the marble partition before he left and said,
"Thanks, dude. That was great!" If he only knew. I have to admit, however,
his cum tasted a little bitter. In addition to my first glory hole
encounter with Fred I have to divulge that subsequently over the years I
discovered he was a big old toilet queen. He was always stepping out on his
lovers to get some strange on the side in a tea room or park bushes. And on
one occasion up at the University''s Orson Spencer Hall I was able to fuck
him senseless under the partition between the toilets of a mens room. It
was very satisfying for me and seemed to be for Fred also, him on his
knees, pushing his greedy white ass under the stall partition so I had good
access. At least it was fun until he looked under the stall when we were
finished and discovered it was me. We never talked about it. Fred acted as
though it never happened for as long as I knew him.


Something that never ceased to amaze me was all the mormon men who showed
up alone and sometimes in pairs to get their ya ya's off. I usually found
them to be a bit of turn off. They always had strange long underwear on
that they rarely removed. They'd pull their sweaty dicks through the
opening of their confining underwear and expected someone to enjoy sucking
off their stale-smelling equipment. Mormon men were always the worst if
they were uncut. It seems the brethren never got the word out on how to
keep their foreskins clean and free of smegma. I draw the line at stinky
cheese dicks, which means I turned a lot of mormon men away. However, they
tended to be the most frisky and oversexed men I got to violate. They often
acted as if getting naked with another man was like their first time and
they really responded to touch and body contact. I usually had to be
careful with most of the mormon men I sucked or fucked because they had a
tendency to cum just by touching them. There was a much older mormon
gentlemen who lived around the block from me who was in his late sixties.
He was a stern proud-looking man who rarely smiled, if ever. And he would
show up at the Hotel Newhouse restroom on occasion with another man in his
mid forties who was just as stern acting but who was rather handsome. They
always wore dark suits and they would have recognized me by sight from
having seen me in the neighborhood, but we had never talked. And the times
I saw these two men in the restroom I was always sitting in the last
stall. The two of them preferred to get anonymously serviced through the
glory hole. The older gentleman usually went first and once he'd shot his
load the younger man would follow. As I worked on the younger man's cock
the older gentleman often stood immediately behind holding the younger man
in sort of an embrace, but also helping him stand up. These guys, like many
sexually repressed men, got a little shaky with excitement from the thrills
of being naughty. I sucked both of these gents off five or six times over
the years, even after I found out they were father and son. I'll admit the
spooge issued from their loins was damn good. I often fantasize what it
might have been like to have bedded the two of them together, teaching a
senior father and middle age son how to suck cock and fuck. Oh well. I can
still dream.

I had many more anonymous assignations with men I knew but never realized
their blow job benefactor was me. For me the most memorable was Nyle, truly
a man's man in his mid fifties. He was handsome, tall, and extremely
masculine. He looked like a taller improved version of the Marlboro Man
with black hair. There wasn't a faggoty bone in his body, except for his
cock. He grew up the youngest child of a famous big Mormon family from
southern Utah. He spoke five languages and had one of the keenest minds
I've ever known. He was well educated, played several musical instruments,
and despite having advanced degrees in music made his living as a finish
carpenter. He was a real renaissance man. All of his siblings were either
state representatives, doctors, managed the local opera company, the ballet
company, served on the State Health Board. Nyle preferred to create
detailed hardwood floors, ornate bannisters and drink draught beer. He was
my afternoon drinking buddy who I would meet at the local gay bar for three
or four drinks and shoot pool. When we met for drinks his standard line to
the bartender was, "Two beers for two queers, please." I idolized the
man. And when I first met him I did everything under the sun to persuade
him he needed to come to my house and fuck me. No sale. He was well-known
among a select few of famous size queens for having an unusually huge dick
and also knowing how to use it. But it wasn't the mythic size of his cock
that interested me. It was him. I had a serious life-long crush on the
man. And, of course, I finally did have the opportunity to check out his
equipment for myself, but anonymously.

One morning when I had the luck to sit on the other side of the popular
glory hole Nyle sauntered in. There was some light traffic and I had a line
of three or four men waiting their turn for me to suck them off. Nyle was
patient. He watched them all pull out and put away their meat after dumping
their jollies. They left as satisfied customers. Finally, the restroom was
quiet and Nyle approached the glory hole. He undid his belt buckle,
loosened his belt and dropped his pants to his knees. I heard some voices
mumbling and that confused me. I thought he was the only man left in the
place. I could make out Nyle's voice say, "No. This is fine. This will
work." Then he snaked an impressive piece of meat through the hole. His
dick was about nine inches completely soft. I inhaled him. I stuffed all of
his soft nine inches in my mouth letting it expand down my throat, then
slowly wetting it as I exhaled it. He was quick to respond. I used all of
my expertise of learning how to deep throat on his dick. He wasn't real fat
around, just a good thick straight long cock with a nice foreskin. I
slathered up and down the entire length alternating by deep throating as
much as I could. I finally downed all of him except for about three inches.
Hard he definitely was longer than nine inches, but my record for deep
throating is about ten inches. So, you do the math. He was hard as stone
and throbbing. I had a bit of a hard time still breathing, but I knew how
to do it. I heard a bit of scuffling behind him but didn't worry about it
too much. After a good five minutes of me doing my patriotic best to honor
Nyle's cock I felt through the hole with a finger to massage his taint.
That's when I was surprised to feel that just beyond the space behind his
balls was another set of balls slapping into him. He was getting fucked
while I sucked him off. By who? I had no idea, but it must have been
someone who knew him very well . . . or maybe not. I continued to work his
cock until he began to shoot. He produced a decent eruption of sweet thick
cum I was more than happy to have slide down my throat. He didn't last
long. Just a few good shots of cum and then he was finished. As his dick
softened he slowly pulled his long meat from my throat and the hole letting
me clean him off. Then something else unexpected happened. He stuck his
index finger through the glory hole and beckoned me to stick my dick
through. I hesitated and sucked his finger instead. He took his wet finger
and traced it around the edge of the hole. That was enough. I didn't have
to be asked twice. I stood up, shuffling around to the side of the toilet
so I could thread my hardon through. I didn't have to wait. His soft wet
mouth was right there waiting to return the favor. I pretty much just stood
against the partition of the stall with my cock and balls pushed all the
way through. I could tell someone else was with him because they both
licked and sucked on my balls and worked on my cock. I didn't last more
than two minutes. However, he was considerate enough to swallow my load and
keep his mouth clamped onto my cock until I began to go soft. I pulled back
and sat down, contorting myself to see if I could see anything through the
glory hole. All I saw was Nyle sauntering back out of the restroom the same
way he had sauntered in. Who his friend was who fucked him and helped suck
me off will always be a mystery.

I could write more about sexual escapades in that hotel's public restroom,
a lot more. But it just sort of gets repetitious. The clientele who showed
up to get their jollies off weren't necessarily the most inventive
gentlemen, but they were all consistently horny and usually easy to recruit
into mischief they wouldn't normally consider doing. The tore down the
Hotel Newhouse in the early 1980s, turning the entire block into a mostly
empty parking lot. When I'm gone one last testament to its legacy will go
with it.