From: jerryg@pacbell.net (Jerry Gaither)
Subject: THAD
Date: Mon, 16 Dec 1996 07:36:13 GMT

                              Thad 

     Thad slowly knelt in front of the blond giant, his bound
hands held tightly behind his back, bare knees scraping on the
wooden floorboards of the small shack.  He was staring into the
man's crotch -- a position he had been in many times before, but
never under circumstances such as these.  Slowly he reached out
with his lips, nuzzling the limp shaft that dangled before him.
As he gently encased it in the moist heat of his mouth, it began
to enlarge, engorge - it became thick and hard and shiny with
saliva.  He had to bathe its length continually to ensure the
slick passage of the mammoth tube down his throat.  His nature
began to betray him.  As he continued to suck on the man's dick
held in front of him, his own manhood began to swell, to rise -
to stand tall and aching over his swollen testicles, contained as
they were in the mesh his captor had twisted around them.  Thad
thought back to the events that had led up to this impasse.     
He had been at the bar last night, and it was hot.  There were a
group of college kids who had decided to see what the San
Francisco night life was all about, and they had wandered into
one of his favorite spots.  It was a clean little bar, with some
cruising action going on, and the back room was filled with glory
holes and hot guys, as long as you knew who to speak with to gain
entrance into the sanctum.  Thad was a regular.
     He went back, motioning to the bartender to let the young
jocks go in, if they were curious.  Sure enough, before an hour
had passed, one of them had to use the toilet, and found himself
faced with the option of pissing at the urinal in front of three
other men, or going into one of the stalls.
     Jim walked into one of the small stalls along the back of
the room, and closed the door behind him.  Turning around, he
noticed a hole cut into the wall of the stall next to him, and a
corresponding one in the wall of the room.  He knelt down to look
into the other stall, hoping that none of his friends would come
in to see him in this position.  If they knew he had been spying
on them at gym, lusting after their hard, sweaty bodies, he knew
the reception he would get would be less than ideal.
     The sight that greeted him when he bent over was amazing.
There was a dick, at eye level, with the head glistening with
pre-cum just waiting to be licked off.  Jim stood up quickly,
gasping quietly.  He had urges, yes, but to give in to them in
such a way?  At such a time?  His reverie was to be short lived,
however, as a finger came crooking through the hole moments
afterward.  He knelt again.
     "Stick it through," he heard whispered from the other side.
     "Let me suck it."
     Jim moaned, half in fear, half in passion as he unbuckled
his belt and pulled down his trousers.  He knelt to put his mouth
to the opening.
     "I gotta piss, first, or we'll have a problem!"
     As he pulled out his dick, swollen with lust and the need to
urinate, he heard the man laugh softly as he whispered back, "Put
it through!  Let me drink your piss, stud!"
     Jim's cock twitched as he thought about fucking this unknown
man's face with his hot shaft, after he finished pissing down his
throat.  There was no question as to his desire.  He turned and
placed his shaft through the hole before he could have second
thoughts.
     He waited.  Cool air played around the overheated skin of
his penis, and he began to wonder if he was being played for a
fool, just before he felt the faint tickle of whiskers, and the
wet heat of a pair of lips engulfing the first three inches of
his cock.  He stiffened, and tried to control the urge to
ejaculate immediately.
     The man was waiting, not moving his mouth, just waiting for
Jim to begin giving him his drink of recycled beer.  Jim tried to
relax, and finally managed to succeed to the point where a thin
stream of urine began to trickle from the head of his cock.  At
the man's moan of pleasures from the other side of the partition,
Jim cut loose with a flood of urine, a flow the other man had
difficulty keeping up with, but his valiant swallows were audible
as he contained the stream within his cheeks.
     As Jim's urine ran out, his cock finished stiffening, and he
felt the man begin to move his mouth over his shaft, sucking
gently at the tip, then deep-throating the entire length, until
Jim's pubic hair was crushed against the cool metal of the
dividing wall between the toilets.  The hole was large enough for
the man's fingers to slip around Jim's cock to fondle his hairy
testicles, and as the man's grip tightened, Jim felt the first
fiery rushes of cum begin to build -- a feeling he was familiar
with from his hand jobs, thinking about the guys he worked out
with.
     As the sucking continued, Jim could not hold back.  Arching
his back so that his shaft shot through the hole, imbedding
itself deep in the cocksucker's throat, he began to cum.  Wave
after wave of jism sprayed out of his engorged shaft, coating the
mouth and tongue of the man who had introduced him to this
pleasure.  He shook and gripped the top of the stall for balance
as he felt the last trickles of sperm course thur his prick.  The
cocksucker continued in his quiet licking until Jim's shaft was
clean of the last remnants of his orgasm, and only then did his
mouth release its prize.
     "Pretty good, kid," Jim heard whispered thickly from the
other stall, "I think you'll enjoy the big time in the other
room."
     Jim stammered as he said, "Th - The other room?"
     "Yeah," he heard, "Just step over here, and I'll show you
how to get there."
     Jim realized that the grunts and smacking noises he had been
hearing throughout the course of his pleasure were merely the
sounds his newfound acquaintance had been making during his
endeavors to feed on his meat.  The realization that this
cacophony of cries and moans were related to another room, one
perhaps filled with all manners of the pleasures he had
experienced, either in his imagination or, in the course of the
evening, in reality, was forcefully brought home -- not just by
his companion's words, but by the cock that came thrusting
through the hole in the wall -- the hole Jim had remarked upon
earlier, but had put out of his mind while his pleasure was being
given.  He knelt to peer into the hole, inadvertently grazing the
stiff shaft that rose to greet him.
     Jim leaned forward, inhaling the musky scent of maleness
that clung to the column of manhood that confronted him.  He
felt, forcefully, the pull of desire -- the wish to open his
aching jaws and with them massage the prick that hung so
incitingly close.  But -- dare he give in to his desires?

                    But then, that's another story ...

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                         Jerry Gaither

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