Date: Fri, 9 Jul 2021 12:20:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mike Austin <nasstop@yahoo.com>
Subject: GAY/BEGINNINGS- "Another Glory Hole Story" Ch 3

ANOTHER GLORYHOLE STORY			By Mike Austin 	nasstop@yahoo.com

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III.

There were a few tourists in the breakfast bar that Friday morning. Jay the
co-owner and day manager was busy greeting everyone, checking some out who
were mostly over the road truckers or business people working on temp
assignments locally. There were a few guys and couple of women I recognized
from having been here for 4 weeks now, a week before my actual start date
to settle in or find an apartment or house and then 3 weeks since my start
date. I enjoyed the staff and new job and the benefits and salary bump all
added up to me having made the right career decision, even if there was
this move, with my few furnishings stowed in a warehouse, pending the
completion of my house remodel. That involved mostly cosmetic items, but I
was redoing the master bath and kitchen, but tried to select off the shelf
materials and products, and for the most part, had done so. I climbed in my
SUV and made the 1.6 mile commute to the factory; stopping at the local
donut shop for 4 doz glazed donuts for the office team, whom I'd now
spoiled but had endeared me to them as well. The morning flew by and even
though I seemed to be in a different time warp, it was the afternoon that
seemed to tick by at a snail's pace. Lunch was at my desk, another
co-worker bringing me a ToGo sub and working together on a small project
we'd begun and hoped to implement sometime the following week. By 3:30 I
was increasingly horny but dragging ass badly and doubted I'd make it to 5,
but persevered and by 4:45 I was recharged to make it through the next 15
minutes. Day done and once in the SUV, I dialed the video store and Jack
answered. I thanked him for the night again and hoped we could do a repeat
if he was interested? "Any day you want it boy" came Jack's emphatic
response. I gathered he was not being rude, but it might be busy right
after work so I signed off and drove to the fast food deli for a baked
chicken dinner, and on to the motel, getting the parking spot right out my
door. Friday was casual day at work and I wore jeans that day and got a few
disapproving glances, so made sure all my dress and business casual pants
were either ready to go to the cleaners or ready to be picked up on
Saturday, before settling down for my chicken dinner and the nightly
news. After the meal, I sat in a stupor reliving the closet gloryhole scene
at Jack's. I must have dozed off as I slumped forward on the small table in
the room and startled awake to the 10pm news. I'd slept for almost 4
hours. Naked and horny, I went to bed and had a major J/O session before
drifting off to sleep.

I woke about midnight to guy voices just outside my door. Not wanting to
fling open the door and bust them about making a racket, I peeked from the
window curtain. I recognized one guy as a long term guest like me, but the
other guy was beefy and scruffy, appeared to wear some sort of baseball cap
and the familiar guy seemed to be trying to make amends or offer an apology
to the other. The beefy guy shoved the regular guy and stormed off around
the corner of the motel. I gently opened the door and the other guest was
shocked seeing me, when it dawned on me that I was naked. "Buddy don't know
what that was all about but you might want to high tail it to your room and
duck outta sight" I offered. "I can't", came the reply, "he's got my wallet
and the room card key in it" he again uttered; then "I don't know what to
do"? I didn't want to pry, but he was in trouble so I invited him in and
began a pot of coffee; then called the front desk and asked about getting
another card key for a guest who'd lost his wallet, etc. The night clerk
Brenda, recognized me and had been very helpful from the day I first
arrived and was able to deactivate the old card key and get the guest
sitting here cold and shivering, a new key. I told Brenda we'd come down to
claim the new badge but to please ensure the room lock code was changed to
prevent any theft. She again assured me it was all done. I climbed in jeans
and a sweatshirt, slipped on some Topsiders and the guest, Ron and I made
it to Brenda, got the replacement card key and went to his room to ensure
all was OK. It was and he thanked me repeatedly. I asked if he was ok by
himself and you could see he was still shaken so I urged him to get his
valuables just in case, and come back to my room for the rest of the
night. We must have looked like The Beverly Hillbillies gathering up most
of his belongings and ferrying them down the row of guest rooms to mine. We
went through another pot of coffee before Ron settled down.

"I really appreciate this man, you don't even know me and you've opened up
your stuff to help me" Ron exclaimed.  I assured him it was all good and
was sure if I was in a similar fix, he'd help me out as well. By this it
was going on 3 a.m. and I was ready to nod out for sure; but didn't really
want to leave him alone or at least with me not aware of what's going on
here. I suggested we hit a 24 hr diner and get some food in us. Ron tugged
at his pants pockets to indicate he had no money. I assured him I'd cover
it and when we returned, we'd call the credit card companies and such to
get that stuff addressed. He didn't want to wait, so we began calling the
companies right then and started the reissue process. After making the
several calls, he had calmed down and we headed to the diner. We were
seated and I was struck by the number of hot guys, obviously from the bars,
in here eating. I would become very close friends with a few of them in the
near future, but tonight, they all appeared worn out and more than a bit
drunk. Soon, the waitress brought our food and Ron ate ravenously. He still
had not shared what transpired and I didn't ask. Returning to the room, Ron
was getting very sleepy and I offered for him to spend the night and he
accepted. There were two double beds, so we each sought our own zone and
settled in. I'd forgotten to cancel the 6 a.m. wake up and it came through
like clockwork. Ron slept through the call. I'd gotten a better chance to
see him as he undressed for bed. Great pecs and abs, but on the lean side,
but showed a good bulge in his boxer briefs. Once I started the coffee
brewing, Ron stirred awake, looked around, gave me a smile and sat up to
eventually, stand and head to the john to pee. Returning, I waved him to
the coffee pot and he gave me a thumb's up, poured a cup and sat on the
edge of the bed before finally speaking; "I slept like a bear in Winter",
shook his head, took a sip of coffee and added "thanks again man,
for.......everything". As we were moving some valuables from his room to
mine, we determined that he did have his car keys, and that while a bitch,
the loss of his wallet was essentially mollified. He had his checkbook and
could pay for his room at some point and I offered to take him to the local
branch bank where he might meet with a bank officer and get a new debit
card issued through their Customer Emergency Care program. As Ron showered
and dressed, I fantasized about what could have happened that brought about
the argument and later in my room. I blinked back to reality, gathered Ron
and we hit the bank. I waited in the lobby while he met with the bank
officer and a teller to handle the actions that led him to a new debit card
and cashed a check. Rested, Ron was a handsome guy. Awkwardly, I tried not
to cruise the bulge in his jeans or finely muscled ass. Back in my SUV, I
asked if he needed to run any errands now in the light of day and he shook
his head no, in silence. We returned to my room and he sat, sort of
bewildered a I gathered my clothes to be off on my own errands to the
cleaners and such. Ron asked if he could ride along as he wasn't sure he
wanted to be alone just yet or with his thoughts? I grinned soft punched
his arm and agreed to being my weekend wingman. While Ron hadn't needed any
supplies and such, I did and we made several stops; cleaners, my bank,
grocery store and produce market, before returning to the motel.

Ron helped me in with the bags and we sat in the room, with me trying to
encourage him, but also nudge him to go back to his room. He didn't take
the hints. I was eager to call Jack and try to setup another session either
before he went to work or afterwards but held off while Ron was still
around. Stepping outside, the cold wind was still howling, but at least it
was sunny. Jack answered my call, we discussed him not working on weekends
and that I should drop by later around 3 and I agreed; hung up and returned
inside the room. Ron was in the shower AGAIN and I was baffled. I wondered
if it was just a coping mechanism or he was jacking off? As the bathroom
door opened and Ron emerged, wrapped in a towel and drying his hair, he
grinned and asked, "hope you didn't mind me grabbing more hot water, it was
just..." he shrugged and the unanswered question hung in mid air. My eyes
dropped to the bulge in his towel, then back up to meet his look. I stepped
forward, held him and we kissed. As we did, I knew why the argument must
have transpired, and knew I'd made the right decision to help this fellow
traveler, motel guest, gay guy who was away from home. I slid to my knees,
tugged away his towel, and Ron's heavy dick and balls hung free and his
cock began to throb and thicken. Perhaps he'd not jacked off in the shower
after all, I considered as I began to slowly suck his cock. Standing there,
he held my head to his crotch and I sucked him off; him cumming with the
intensity of a bull. When done, he fell onto the bed, uttered "whew that
was what the doctor ordered..." then more silence. I was boned as fuck and
wanted to remain so, in anticipation of Jack's hook-up. We grabbed some
burgers and fries, and returned to the motel. Ron decided to change rooms
and Jay's brother, the other co-owner helped Ron update the room records
and such then I helped him relocate his belongings and return his stuff
from my room to the new one. He thanked me again and I went back to my room
for a shower and nap before heading to 121 Cherry at 3.