Date: Thu, 8 Jul 2021 06:00:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mike Austin <nasstop@yahoo.com>
Subject: GAY/BEGINNINGS- "Another Glory Hole Story" Ch 2

ANOTHER GLORYHOLE STORY			By Mike Austin 	nasstop@yahoo.com

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II.

After Guillermo left me well fed and shaky, I got myself together and began
to stand. A very queenie video friend held the door open and in his
nelliest voice, shrieked "OMG Man Down" then giggled helping me get my sea
legs back. I shook my head in disbelief and he went to hug me, I stiffened
a bit to thwart the hug's intent, then just as quickly as "my friend" had
appeared, he was gone, aiming down the hall after some poor unsuspecting
straight guy no doubt. The rock music had been turned down earlier, but
Jack must have liked the particular song and resumed the previous
volume. The base was pounding the walls and floor, which throbbed up my
legs and into my ears; not exactly the throbbing I was seeking in the video
store this night. Aside from prompting the few guys milling around in the
hallway, to mock or actually dance, the only real benefit of the loud song
was to mute the multiple squeaking wall sounds as Feeders were getting off
in their eaters' mouths.... I left the hallway and went to visit with Jack
for a break. He was busy restocking a wall rack, paused to ask if I needed
anything and when I nodded no, he returned to his stock duty. His ass was
so muscular, in or out of jeans, and he loved those early morning layovers
at my place when he and Jake would meet, get off in me, then resume their
morning runs; I would learn.

It was not long after I'd moved into the Gay Center that I ventured into
the video store, and we cruised each other; made small talk about me being
new, then he stepped back a bit to show off his torso and bulge. It must
have been my lip-licking gesture that confirmed my lust, which was then
followed by Jack's remark, "I get off at midnight, if you're interested or
are still around"? Checking the large wall clock and noting it was only
10:30, I agreed to return in an hour unless he wanted to get something to
eat with me after he got off shift. He grinned and suggested I just be back
about 11:45 and be ready to come home with him. By the wall clock, I
stepped into the video store at 11:44. Jack looked up from counting cash
and the till with his replacement, raised an index finger to me, signaling
hold-on then closed out his shift's paperwork and emerged from the small
secured office donning his bomber jacket. The bitter north wind was
unexpected and had blown in since I left the store earlier. We made our way
to the parking lot across the street, I offered to follow him, "naw I'm
right here", tapping the black F-150, "and your car will be fine, we pay
for security for the lot 24x7". He clicked the door locks and lights
illuminated the interior as we climbed in, started the truck and eased out
of the lot, Jack waving to one of the two security guys as we pulled onto
Waterfront St. Jack's right hand worked my jacket open, then found my left
nip and the barbell ring and began to crank it. Endorphins filled my brain
as quickly as my dick filled my crotch. Instinctively, I raised both arms
and gripped my hands behind my neck, giving further access to my right nip
and matching barbell. More endorphin rushed, just as Jack released my right
nip and gripped my crotch, his near ball-crushing strength was a real
surprise. I realized I'd closed my eyes in passion and we came to a stop at
an intersection, and opening my eyes found Jack nodding with a slow and
easy grin. I took the opportunity to drive my hand under his t-shirt and
found his furry chest and matching set of barbells; which I twisted
gently. He pouted a bit then I gripped and cranked his nips more
aggressively and he smirked and winked my way. Four blocks later we pulled
into the driveway at 121 Cherry. Jack led me into the side door, through
the kitchen and toward a short hall, bathroom to the left and his room at
the end with our jackets and various clothing forming a trail the closer we
neared the bedroom door and bed, beyond. In no time I hit the floor on my
knees and deep throated his hairy, veiny dick and sucked his low
hangers. That fucking furry torso of lean muscle was mesmerizing and his
testosterone scent, hypnotic.

Gripping my head with his rough fingers, Jack began a steady
skull-fuck. That was soon joined by his foot rubbing under my balls and his
directive, "hump my leg slut" which I was more than eager to do. I knew I
was leaking like a sieve and the throat-fucking I was getting did nothing
to slow my flow. Jack pulled out of my mouth, tugged me upright from under
my pits, then deep tongued my mouth. The action was seamless and I had an
aching hard-on. Taking my arms, he bent me over the edge of the king-sized
bed, directed "get doggy", spread my glutes apart and began rimming my
ginger hole. The combination of Jack's end of day scruff, his hot expert
tongue and nibbling on my tight muscle knot, was overwhelming and thought
he would make me cum at any second. At that moment, Jack gripped my already
snug ball sack and twisted, declaring his further control. My ring was
slick, my jock hole throbbing at the moment Jack plugged his thumb in me
and twisted. I moaned loudly then dropped my head to the pillow before me,
arching my back and glutes even higher in midair. Looking back through my
wide spread thighs, I saw that fine 8" veiny, big-headed cock of his, with
a steady flow. I braced myself for a real ass-pounding fuck, but was almost
immediately surprised. "Get up" Jack demanded and while stunned, I did as
directed and followed him to a small closet door at the back of his
bedroom. Opening the door, I saw the small slide that concealed a
gloryhole. The grain matched such that unless you were very close to the
door, you'd not notice the portal to the closet beyond. "Get in" and again
I did as directed, "on your knees" and I dropped. A split second later the
door closed and I was left in the closet darkness except the lighting from
the bedroom that ignited my new miniscule world. Jack stroked his thick
cock and teased my mouth, laying his head at the edge of the hole then
pulling it away, denying me that pleasure. I lost the concept of time and
finally was fed the hard cock I'd been lusting for since spying the man
behind the counter of the video store earlier that evening. Unnoticed,
there were concealed handles grips on either edge of the "closet" door
frame, that Jack used for leverage as he grew closer and closer to
cumming. He growled and through clenched teeth moaned,
"cummmmmmmming"...............then silence as he shot wad after wad of cum
in my mouth and down my throat. I was panting from the excitement and
stress and more than a bit of heat even though the outside temp had
steadily fallen. He stayed in my mouth a bit longer, throbbing out cum
remnants; before he pulled back and out of the hole. I glanced at him lie
back on the corner of his bed and reached for the doorknob. There was
none. I began to panic a bit, but remained quiet. Jack remained still, his
softening cock arched right toward his thigh and cum reside already matting
his soft straight leg fur. Again I waited quietly, then almost whispered
"uh, Jack, uh ya think I can come out now"? "Not yet" came the raspy
retort; "I need to use you again first". I was stunned and tense and
excited and oh yes, HARD AS FUCK. I couldn't see the clock beside the bed
to tell how long I huddled in the "closet", but in due course, the light
coming through the hole darkened and the cock filled the hole and my mouth
once again. The same mouth fuck as before proved his control of the
situation, again until the near silent moan "cummmmmmmmming" and flood of
sperm gushed in me. Once finished this time, Jack opened the door. The
bedroom light stunned my eyes a few moments and I watched the tall stud
walk away down the hall and before long the long hard piss steam, echo down
the hall into the bedroom from the bathroom. Jack met me in the hall as I
too had to piss and in a really gentlemanly manner, stepped aside and waved
me into his bathroom. My hardon denied my being able to piss which I
urgently needed and Jack standing in the doorway propped against one door
jamb grinning at me, didn't make the situation any easier. I was eager to
pee, horny as fuck and more than a bit embarrassed. Finally I softened
enough to pee. Jack disappeared into the kitchen and hollered if I wanted
coffee or anything to drink. The dense cum had my mouth needing water or
something wet. At that instant, Jack reiterated his question, "or any warm
stream to drink"? I emerged and grinned, then shook my head no, before
adding "not this time". The phrase was met with Jack's impish grin and
wink. We downed an icy ginger ale and he returned me to the parking lot on
Waterfront St., waited for me to start my car and left in opposite
directions; him back to Cherry and me to my temporary motel lodging for 3
more weeks until my little bungalow 122 Blossom was renovated.

Pulling into the City Center Motel parking lot, I found no spaces available
anywhere near my 1st floor room. This was a lower range motel and all the
rooms faced outside and the parking spaces. It made it easier to unload and
reload a vehicle, but also denied any privacy for anyone coming to or
leaving a guest's room. Luckily, I was at the end of the row facing the
back parking lot and not the street, so it was more quiet and at least
being on the end, if I DID have a "visitor", they might be able to come and
go, more discretely. The front office, small dining/self-serve breakfast
area, fenced in pool and play area, were all on the street side. While
truck parking and additional overflow parking were in back. I parked a row
away from my room door, but at least within sight and under a tall light
pole that gave me some security. It was Thursday night, well it had been
but was now very early Friday morning and I was relieved to only have one
day of work on my new job before I could catch up on sleep from this
night. When the alarm went off at 6, I realized I'd had less than 4 hours
sleep and looked it.