Date: Sat, 10 Jul 2021 15:52:38 +0000 (UTC) From: Mike Austin Subject: GAY/BEGINNINGS- "Another Glory Hole Story" Ch 4 ANOTHER GLORYHOLE STORY By Mike Austin nasstop@yahoo.com Dear Nifty reader. Authors enjoy your feedback, so if you will, please take a moment to share your thoughts, ideas and feedback. ALSO, please remember Nifty.org if you can make any donations. They deliver a real benefit to all, and especially in these pandemic days and to shut-ins around the world. The donation details appear on the site's home page. IV. I pulled into Jack's driveway at 3pm, got out of the SUV and a bitter blast of cold. He greeted me, shirtless and barefooted, at the front door. Holding open the storm door, he invited me in, and there in the living room stood another Jack-likeness whom I was introduced to as Jake, Jack's older brother. I was as enamored of Jake as of Jack and after handshakes and offers of hot chocolate, we three settled into the loveseat and sofa, with Jake stretched out on the sofa while Jack and I nestled on the loveseat. Jack had a medium fire going and the snaps and crackles of the wood, the mug of hot cocoa and the pair of furry studs, made this boy one happy camper. My eyes kept returning to Jake's torso and the hefty bulge at his crotch. He too was barefooted, though wore a snug t-shirt that still showed off his pecs, abs and furry chest. We made some small talk, then Jack asked if I was ready for closet time? I stirred, looked to Jake for some input and getting none, stood and followed Jack's lead into his room and the corner room (my stall) with the concealed glory hole. This time, before closing the door, he told me to turn around, and after doing so, felt and heard the click-click of the handcuffs behind me; followed by his hands on my shoulders pushing me to the ground. There followed the door closure and I knelt in dark silence. I heard the sound of classic rock and roll begin, but otherwise, was left for an undetermined time, in my space. I began counting seconds, that became minutes, then more minutes and my tension grew as did my cock cramped within my jeans, waiting in anticipation. The music grew hypnotic and spirited me away to Feeders of my past, in parks, restrooms, bookstores, bus stations, big box stores, trucks (big rigs and small), and suddenly I lost the music link and found myself immersed in a porn video playing in the room right outside my stall. I could see nothing but gradually heard muffled voices that weren't part of the porn video; groans and that slapping sound of legs to glutes and corresponding deeper moans and groans. The speed increased and the moans grew louder and faster. The slap Slap SLAP thrust sounds, now had a background of bedspring noises. As a rush, I heard that familiar spoken word "cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmming" and then the pants of another in orgasm, before silence. Another bed groan as one stood, then the resulting opening of my portal. Light flooded into my stall as did a hard dick, already coated in precum for me to service. I did so with a passion and need I'd never realized. Suddenly the pounding on the door was accompanied by a "fuck Fuck FUCK" then a blast of hot cum in my mouth, which I quickly gulped, then deep-throated the still hard shooting dick. Whoever's dick was in my mouth, hung there throbbing out the last of his cum. The dick withdrew and my portal was covered again. The rock music resumed and I dropped back into that somnolence, which I relished. Time passed and I felt I'd drifted off there in my stall, on my knees, head pressed to the closed door. The portal opened, light flooded in, my eyes burned and I felt the hard cock probe my face until I raised my mouth in worship and craving to finish the anonymous cock. Again I sucked the hefty, veiny, dick tube and savored the scent of man in the crotch that added volume to the thickness filling the hole and my mouth. I began bobbing on the firm shaft; my tongue lapping and feeling every ridge and vein. Now I began backing out to the head, my tongue wrapping it and lapping the slit before again worshipping the hard cock down my throat. I worked to a frenzy for that long series of cum shots I hoped the cock would deliver. I realized it wasn't the man I craved but his dick and cum. I worked to communicate that reality with my mouth, tongue and throat. I lost track of time as I sucked with my most passionate mouth muscles to deliver maximum pleasure, to both of us. The body tensed, raised a bit onto the edges of his feet and shot rope after rope of dense salty cum. I swallowed and relished the load to completion. The portal closed and I was left in darkness, reliving the experience of the cocksucking I'd just provided. The music ended, the door lock released and light pierced my sight from the room. My eyes burned and vision blurred as I adjusted to the vision of the pair of brothers, naked and slow stroking. They removed me, led me to the edge of the bed, pressed me to the floor and took turns mouth-fucking me again. I was eager to please and moaned loudly as each cock was shoved to the back of my throat. Jake came first and I barely got a chance to taste his cum as he stuffed my throat, gripping my skulk as he blasted my throat full. As he pulled out, my throat slime and his leftover cum on his dick, he dick-slapped my face then guided my mouth down on his brother Jack. He then added, "" you did real good with this one bro""". Jack now skull-fucked me to completion, reached down after he came, squeezed my crotch and demanded, "cum pig slut" and I shot so hard I thought my balls would implode. "Jake turned, dressed, gave a thumb's up in our direction and left. I didn't know if that included me or not. Jack helped me stand, uncuffed me, then added, "you did good boy" and kissed me. Afterwards, Jack fixed us both coffee; he tweaked my nips as I took the mug from him, and offered "real good". Nodded again and gave me a wry grin. He told me to strip now and there, which I did. "A real ginger boy with ice blue eyes, nice" Jack began, continuing with, "turnaround show me your ass; bend over, shift your legs open, arch your back now; real nice" then he stroked my glutes, tugged my trench open and asked how often I got fucked. I admitted to really being a total cock sucker but had been fucked a few times since I came out in college. "A professor was the first to screw me", I admitted; then continued with the admission that the Prof. outed me to several of his athlete students, telling me they'd be interested in fucking me and/or getting regular head. I nodded agreement, intrigued and a bit afraid. I joined 3 or more in group sex sessions that remaining semester and over the Summer of my Senior year. I learned how to please from both ends. Jack nodded his approval and added, "I think you'll enjoy the room more and more as we out you to some buds; it will be like you're back in college, serving as a cum junkie". He hugged me and said he needed to get some chow and invited me along if I was interested. I raised my jeans to show the cum volume in the crotch and begged off for a rain check. Again, a thumb's up and I dressed then made my way to the motel, one very satisfied cock sucker. I struck out again. And didn't get the parking spot right outside my room, but got one two spots down. The room I passed had the curtains open and the cold wind still blew hard though less than earlier. There was an older guy watching tv who noticing me, nodded and raised a beer in my direction. He motioned for me to join him, stood, walked to the door, swung it open and extended his hand, and announced "name's Bob Rush and you are"? The wind howled some and he urged me indoors where it was very warm. "Kurt Hale, good to meet you neighbor, I'm in 101 at the end, but this one (as I pointed to the parking spot outside), was nearest I could get". Bob then noted, "looks like you've been paying somewhere, pointing to my crotch and cumstain". I grew immediately embarrassed and made an attempt to leave. Bob laughed and said "no worries, share a beer or cup of hot coffee if you want, I'm just watching tv to pass some time before supper". He added "if you got no plans, you're welcome to join me, nothing fancy, just going down to that diner a few blocks away". It dawned on me I'd not eaten for a while and this offer was a nice one, so I accepted but insisted I go shower and change first. We both laughed. I finished off the cup of coffee I'd poured, then made my way to my room and grabbed a shower. I returned a short time later, found Bob dressed and ready and I offered to drive. He was a man in his early 50s I'd learn as we drove; divorced, company auditor and was on a temp assignment at a local firm. He had grey hair, a hairy chest and deep blue eyes, not pale like mine. In the casual sweats he wore earlier, I couldn't determine much of his crotch but in the loose jeans he now wore, I determined the muscle down his left leg was ample and enticing. He caught my stare as we approached the diner entry and made no objection. We ordered, ate, had some small talk where I shared my work story that brought me here and pending status until my house was remodeled. As we stood to leave, Bob nabbed my check and paid for both, against my wishes; then added, "next time it's on you" and winked. His conversation gave no hint of what would happen; but as we drove back to the motel, he stretched a few times. I asked if he was tired and needed to call it a night? He looked at me, "no, NOT tired at all; quite the opposite" and grabbed his crotch. His fist gripped the thickness down his leg. I licked my mouth. His left hand came up behind my neck and gripped me firmly and remarked, "I think we'll have some fun tonight Kurt Hale". The curtain to his room was still open, but he closed it quickly after we entered. In no time, my clothes were shed and I stood nude before this gentleman. Slowly I began to strip him and somehow knew that he liked it that way. I took my time. Kneeling before Bob I began removing his shoes and socks, then his shirt, pants and boxers which enabled his long, thick uncut cock to swing free, hanging suspended before my face. I looked up at his face, then his cock and lifted the weighty meat to my mouth. I licked slowly from his hood, along his shaft to his cock base and then back out to his hood. Bob enjoyed the attention and stepped back to the bed, lay back and patted the bed beside him. I crawled to the edge of the bed, leaned forward and sucked his hood, slowly working it back to reveal his thick, blunt dickhead and gaping slit. He cupped the back of my neck as he'd done in the car and fed his cock to me. When he held my ears and worked my head up and down on his thickening cock, I moaned in delight. The vibration of my moans seemed to excite Bob and he began to harden further. It was as though some external force took control and I sucked and bobbed aggressively and deep throated this new man, fellow motel guest, sexy stud, for all I was worth. I AM A COCKSUCKER I recall playing in my mind as I sucked him closer and closer to orgasm. Once again came that phrase, "about to cum, do you swallowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" and with that question still hanging in midair, Bob shot volley after volley of cum down my throat. We finished. He asked if I needed any help getting off? Shaking my head no and making an air J/O image with my thumb and index finger, I dressed and as I did, Bob left to go shower, giving me a thumb's up sign and asking for a repeat as soon as possible, before disappearing in the bath to shower. I left for my room, bracing against the cold for the short walk to my door, before realizing I was hard as a rock again. Once inside, I stripped and hit the shower again. This time I had more than ample need to J/O and the time to enjoy it. The men today had all been exceptional Feeders. I needed more and hoped for cum more now, than ever!!!