Date: Wed, 1 Oct 2014 23:24:50 -0400
From: "Ike Rose, Author" <ike-rose@ikerose.com>
Subject: Glory Hole Saga

THE GLORY HOLE SAGAS
Chapter Twenty

My Date With Tough Dan
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CHAPTER 20

As I headed my English class, I thought I was having a hallucination when I
saw Dan Taylor, the toughest, meanest, most surly and irritable Security
Guard on campus actually laughing with three members of the football team,
including Pete. He was leaning against one of the pillars of the gate that
separated the dormitories from the main campus, his arm casually draped
over Pete's shoulder as he said what must have been the punch line of a
dirty joke from their reaction. He patted Pete on the back as the jocks
trotted off towards the Library. Before I got to him, he began chatting
with some young women, apparently flirting with them from their titters and
blushes. He watched the tittering young women disperse.

Dan grinned at me as I sauntered up to him, puffing on one of my pipes. We
were alone. "I like the look, punk. The pipe and the new mustache makes you
look almost like a real man." There was a warm tone of affection in his
teasing.

"I'm not sure what happened, but I like the new you. Makes you look almost
like a real person." I teased back with a grin.

He shrugged. "It's the result of coming out to my co-workers. I don't feel
like I have to put up that tough man act anymore. Most people on campus
have no idea what happened, but I no longer feel like I have to protect my
precious image. I can start being? fuck, I can start being the friendly guy
I was in high school, before I realized that I was queer. I began to worry
that if my buddies found out, they'd beat the crap out of me, so I slowly
became the macho asshole you met in the t-room. I was a spineless teenager
who felt that I had to put on a tough act for my kid brother, so he
wouldn't become ashamed of me; an idiot who joined the Marines the day I
graduated high school to get 'cured', only to find a cock to suck and an
ass to fuck my first night?." I'd been staring at him in wonder. "What's
the matter?"

"Nothing. It's just that you look ten years younger, and I'm really looking
forward to our date tonight. Not just the sex, but the getting to know you
better part. Are you sure it's okay that we're having dinner with that
other couple? It's their first date and their both nervous."

"No problem." He chuckled. "It's funny, but it would have been a problem
just a few days ago, when I was terrified of someone finding out I was
queer.  Now I don't give a fuck." He started walking next to me. "What's
the deal with these guys? Are they students here?"

I decided to be honest. "Do you know 'The Inn' outside of town?"

"You mean 'Hustler House'?" I nodded. "How would a nice guy like you know
about a sleazy place like that?"

"First, you have to promise me that what I'm about to tell you will stay
between us, since it's someone else's private business." I laughed as he
did the 'cross my heart' routine like a kid, then gave him a short version
of the predicament that Nick had found himself in.

"So he sold his dick as rough trade out at Hustler House?" I grinned. "Not
a bad way for a gay man to make easy money, since it's legal out
there. What does this have to do with you? Or the date tonight?"

I explained how I ended up going with him to 'The Inn' to help get him over
his guilt, and about the new rules and security staff. "The bouncer had
this muscle-man enforcer, a big ape who looks like a pro-boxer. He was
impressed when I stood up to him politely, but he went absolutely ape-shit
over Nick, who was just as crazy about him."

"And this is the couple we're having dinner with? A hustler and a bouncer?"

I laughed. "I spoke to one of our professors about Nick's? situation, and
he found some missing funds due to him, so he won't have to do it again. It
was sort of fun?"

"I'll bet you made a fortune. Those cock-sucking johns love a tough guy
like you."

"And how would you know?" I teased, until I noticed how red his face had
become. The big, tough, macho-man was actually blushing like a teenaged
girl! "Let me guess: you've taken your tough real man act over there,
haven't you? It must have been a big hit! My john that night loved being
verbally abused and Nick's wanted to be slapped around."

"Not long after I moved here, I needed some quick money. One of the older
security guards took me out there. He knew that I went to the t-room for
blowjobs and boy-ass, since he also cruised the toilets for action." He
snorted. "Yeah, I was a big hit. I was a regular there for a few years, but
I haven't been there since I became a senior member of the College Security
Department. In fact, since we're sharing confidential secrets??" I aped his
'cross your heart' with a grin, positive that I'd already guessed his
secret. "It wasn't the first time I hustled, just the first time I did it
when I didn't have to worry about arrest." My deduction had been
correct. "I did it on leave when I was in the Marines, to get money for
booze or other extras."

"Were you ever arrested?"

"Cops tend to let a serviceman in uniform who hustles go. The worse thing
that ever happened was that I had to let a couple of cops service me, and a
few made me service them, assuming that I wouldn't enjoy it." He
smirked. "They were wrong. I gave up women when I joined the Marines. The
last girl I fucked was my prom date. I was almost nineteen."

"Nineteen? That was pretty old for a high school senior, wasn't it?"

He shrugged. "I'm not the brightest bulb in the box, so I got left back in
third grade. My brother is eleven months younger than me, but we graduated
together."

"Wow, eleven months is close in age."

"He was almost born three months early. Made up for it by the time we were
teens, ending up was bigger than me." He looked sad, then shook his
head. "Well, I have to go into the Security Office. I'm the supervisor on
duty this afternoon. When and where are we meeting?"

"I'd like to meet you a little early, so we can talk some more before we
meet them." He grinned his agreement. "How about 6:30 at the parking lot?
We can take my car to have a place to sit." He nodded, then leaned in as if
to kiss me. He looked hurt when I pulled back. "I'm sorry. I'm still dating
a few women, and I'm not ready to let people know I'm bisexual or gay. I'm
still a bit confused. To be honest, my fantasy ideal is a tolerant man who
wouldn't care if I married a bisexual woman to have kids."

He smiled "I understand. Hell, I'm forty-two, and I just came out. You're
what?? Twenty-two?"

I smirked. "I really must be looking mature! I'll be twenty on Sunday."

"No shit? Well, I'll see you at 6:30. I'm looking forward to tonight." He
squeezed my shoulder, and walked of, whistling.

Early for English class, I was happy to see Nick sitting there. I confirmed
our arrangements, then told him about the changes I'd seen in Dan Taylor.

"I know." He whispered back to me as others arrived in the room. "He said
hello to me earlier, actually smiling and asking me how I was feeling. I
mean, we know each other from the T-room, but we've never actually spoken
before today, and I'm sure he has no idea that I'm one of the guys meeting
him tonight." I shook my head. Until just then, I'd never even mentioned
Nick's first name to Dan.

Jeff rushed into the room a few minutes late, apologizing. I found myself
enjoying his class now that I was no longer filled with confused sexual
longing for him, and knowing that the next night, I'd be sharing his bed.

****

After a practice session with the fencing team, I skipped the locker-room,
heading back to my room to get ready for my date. After showering and
dressing, I did some schoolwork, and was still twenty minutes early for my
date when I got to my car. Dan was apparently as eager as me, since he was
leaning against my car, smoking a cigarette, when I arrived. He was wearing
a leather jacket and jeans, adding to the youthful impression I'd had of
him earlier. When we'd gotten in the car, I took advantage of the growing
darkness and relative isolation of the parking lot, giving Dan the kiss I'd
denied him earlier. We soon had the windows steamed up as we dueled with
our tongues.

When I realized that I was getting ready to fuck Dan in the parking lot,
and that he was as eager as me, I started the car. As I followed his
directions, I told him the car's history, which lead to me telling him
about my family. He looked a little sad as I told him, but I had the
feeling it was sadness related to his own family, which he didn't
mention. It was 6:15 when we arrived at Monroe's. Sitting at the bar over a
couple of beers, we chatted some more.

He told me: "I figured out that I was gay when I was seventeen, although we
called it queer back then. I'd always liked hanging out with guys, but I
fucked females like all my buddies to fit in and avoid awkward questions. I
had to imagine that I was having sex with a hot older man or one of my
buddies to be able to get hard to fuck a chick. It helped if I was balling
her while a buddy was fucking his date next to me. Oddly, I had a
reputation as quite a stud among the girls in my school."

"My life changed totally when I got drunk one night with a man I'd always
called Uncle Bill. He wasn't related to me, just my dad's best Marine buddy
back in World War II. They worked together at construction, and Uncle Bill
after his wife divorced him, he was living in a studio apartment dad and he
built in our basement. My folks had gone to another town for a wedding my
brother and I weren't invited to, and my brother, who was really into
boxing and wrestling, had gone with his best buddy and his dad to a Golden
Gloves match in Chicago."

"Starting when I was fifteen, my brother and I began to work part time at
construction with my dad and Uncle Bill. Uncle Bill always treated us like
real members of the crew, buying us beer to go with our lunch and telling
dirty jokes and stories of his sexual conquests in front of us, when most
of the other men would watch their language when 'the kids' were
around. During the previous summer, we'd worked full time with the crew,
who finally accepted us. Uncle Bill would usually hang out with the other
single men on Friday nights at a local bar. We'd go with them, and the guys
would buy us drinks while the bartender looked the other way."

"The weekend of my discovering mansex was during a month when Uncle Bill
was out of work, not unusual in construction. So he was just hanging out in
the basement, and invited me to drink with him. As a typical teenaged male,
I was ready for that! Actually, it was a short time after my eighteenth
birthday, so legally I was an adult. My dad and Uncle Bill had taken me to
a bar for my first legal drink after taking me to the draft board to
register, which was sort of a ritual in my town." I nodded, still sad at
having missed that milestone with my own father.

"That night, Uncle Bill introduced me to boilermakers - a shot of whiskey
with a beer back as a chaser. When I was pretty bombed, Uncle Bill began to
make a pass at me. By then I'd accepted the fact that I'd never actually
have sex the way I wanted, that I'd be cursed to a life of fantasies of sex
with masculine men while screwing a giggling female." He shrugged. "I have
no idea why every girl I banged in high school giggled during sex. Most of
them never giggled at other times, but as soon as we got to the dirty
deed?." We both laughed. "I wasn't sure what was going on when Uncle Bill's
hand landed on my thigh, but then he kissed me. He was shocked by how
aggressive I became, and even more surprised when he discovered that I was
a total virgin with guys when we got naked and I had no idea what to
do. Well, he was willing to teach me, and I was eager to learn."

"I spent the weekend down in his apartment. I learned it all, and we had a
great time. I? I convinced myself that I was in love with Uncle Bill. I
began to spend as much time in his bed as he's let me. I was jealous of
whoever shared his bed on other nights, but I controlled myself and didn't
spy to see who it was. He never told me that he loved me, but I somehow or
other believed that he did. For seven months, Uncle Bill fucked my ass
almost nightly. He's suck me most of the time, and on a few special
occasions he'd let me fuck him, but I was basically his butt-boy. I was so
stupid."

"Why? Because an older man tricked you into thinking he cared about you to
get you to perform for him sexually? If you had been a girl, you would have
been more aware of that kind of man."

He snorted. "Hell, back then I WAS that sort of man. I did whatever I
needed to do to get into a new pair of panties while my buddies were
watching, just to impress them and avoid them discovering my secret."

"Even after Uncle Bill seduced you?"

He calmed down. "He did seduce me, didn't he? I mean, for all these years I
thought that since I was a willing partner, I was responsible, but he was
getting me drunk so that he could pop my ass-cherry, assuming I was
actually straight. The son-of-a-fucking-bitch!"

I chuckled. "So you started some sort of affair with Bill, one which you
found less than satisfactory?" He nodded. "But was it better than you
earlier sex life?"

He grinned. "A thousand times better. Uncle Bill was just the sort of man I
used to dream of: hairy, muscular, a man's man and a former Marine." He
snorted. "My dad and Uncle Bill raised me and my kid brother to view
Marines as the ideal of manhood. If dad only knew what his best buddy was
really like!"

I suspected that Dan's father had known all along, but either didn't care
or played for both teams, as well, but I decided to keep my opinion to
myself. "So you stopped sleeping with girls when you began this affair?"

"At first I did, but I grew up in a fairly small town, and gossip started
about my sudden loss of interest in sex. Uncle Bill became worried that
people might suspect the truth, so he insisted I get back in the saddle, so
to speak. I came up with what I thought was a brilliant plan - I started to
date this beautiful girl who everyone knew was saving her virginity for
marriage, and also planned to go to college before marrying. After a month
of regular dates with nothing more exciting than kissing, I asked her to go
steady, and she agreed. So I thought I had the perfect excuse for no longer
screwing girls."

I smiled. "What went wrong?"

"Sally knew that I planned to join the Marines after high school, so we had
no real future. However, she decided that she didn't want to go off to
college a virgin. That whole 'virgin until marriage' thing had been her
family's idea, and the guys in our town were so scared shitless of her four
big brothers that none of us would even to try to screw her. She made
elaborate plans for us to be alone on the night of our Senior Prom at the
beginning of June. After she told me everything, practically begging me to
deflower her, I didn't have the heart to tell her that I wasn't interested,
so we did it." He shrugged. "Actually, we did it three times. There was
something exciting about doing it with a former virgin, and she wanted to
try it all, including learning to blow me. Unfortunately, I'd only had one
rubber with me. It was the only time I ever fucked a girl without
protection, but I knew she was clean."

I saw another problem besides sexually transmitted diseases, but it was
history, so obviously everything had worked out fine. "Then what happened?"

"The next night, I was with Uncle Bill when my brother came down to the
apartment. I'm not sure if he realized why we were both naked, but the next
day, he began acting strange. I went to the Marine recruitment office. I
was almost nineteen, so I signed up to leave for Boot Camp at Parris Island
two days after graduation. I informed by family and Sally, and actually
left early, right after graduation. My brother acted weird the whole time,
and my mother seemed to realize something was up, since she kept asking me
if there was something wrong. I?" He turned away from me. "I'm a fucking
coward."

"Why?"

"I sent money orders to my mother regularly, but I stopped answering her
letters, or mail from anyone else. I? I was afraid that I'd get that letter
that told me that Uncle Bill had told people I was a fag. I sent cards for
her birthday and holidays, and whenever I traveled, I'd mail picture post
cards to her, so she knew I was alright. But I never told them where I was
stationed after Boot Camp. Ten years ago, the chaplain informed me that my
brother had contacted the Corps to ask that I be informed that my mother
had died six weeks earlier. I sent a letter to my old address, but it was
returned by the new owners. My family had disappeared." He wiped tears from
his cheeks.

"Dan, you're a wonderful man with a great deal of strength. Maybe it's time
for you to move on and forgive yourself. At least now you have friends: me,
and hopefully? well, speak of the devil, here they are now." I saw Nick and
Bruno over his shoulder, and waved at them.

Dan stood up, smiling as he turned. Then he roared, "What kind of sick game
are you punks pulling? What the fuck is HE doing here?" He was pointing to
Bruno, who had been grinning. The smile faded from Bruno's face.

"This is Nick Jackson, and his date Bruno Taylor?" Then it hit me, and I
had to struggle to keep from laughing. "Bruno is your brother?"

"You fucking knew that, punk!" he spat.

Bruno protested. "No, he didn't. I had no idea that you lived here, Danny,
and Nick never mentioned your last name. I was shocked to see you with Ike,
but very pleased." Dan snarled at him, but Bruno just flexed a massive arm,
towering over him. "Behave, Danny, or your kid brother will beat the crap
out of you and teach you some manners!" He put on a good show as "muscle",
which made Dan sit down.

Nick spoke up, "May I suggest that we go to our table and straighten this
all out? I know some of the story, and I suspect that Ike has a totally
different part of the story, but I also suspect that Bruno has a number of
surprises for Dan-the-man."

Bruno cackled, "Dan-the-man? What the fuck does that mean?"

Dan slowly grinned at his brother as he shrugged. "Damned if I know. I've
never heard that before."

As we took our seats, Nick explained the source of Dan's T-room
nickname. When he said "t-room", Dan looked like he was about to explode,
until he realized that Bruno knew what the term meant, and was amused by
the story. I think it was at that point that he also realized that his "kid
brother" was also on a date with a man. Bruno cocked his head at his
brother. "Why is being 'the man' so important to you? Is it a Marine
thing."

"I'll explain after you explain how you got here."

"This restaurant?" The big man joked.

"That would be a good start. Why are you here in this town, and on a date
with a form?" I glared at him. "I mean, with a kid young enough to be your
son."

"Well, let's start with that. Why are you on a date with a guy about a year
older than your son?"

"My WHAT?"

Bruno stared at him. "You didn't know? We wrote to you, sent you pictures?"
He stopped. "You never read any of the letters from mamma and me, did you?"
Dan nodded, shame on his face. "That's why you stopped telling us where you
were stationed?" Dan nodded again, tears on his cheeks. "Danny, why? I
adored you. You were always my hero. You still are."

"Then why did you start to act so weird after you figured out that Uncle
Bill was fucking me? You DID figure that out, right?"

"Yes, it was obvious. Dan, have you ever asked yourself what I was doing
letting myself into his apartment at ten o'clock on a school night?" Dan
shook his head, confused. Bruno snorted. "You idiot, I was jealous."

"Jealous? Of what?"

Bruno blushed. I decided to speed things up when I saw a waiter headed to
us with menus. "Dan, that bastard "Uncle" Bill had seduced Bruno,
too. Right?" Bruno nodded. "The menus are arriving. Let's talk more after
we order.

We all order steaks. The other three ordered beer, while I stuck with
iced-tea so I could drive safely. Dan was obviously ready to explode, but
he kept his voice down when he looked at Bruno and growled, "Okay, kiddo,
spill it! WHAT kid?"

"A few weeks after you left, Sally discovered that she was pregnant. Her
scumbag parents kicked her out of the house when they found out, so mom and
dad invited her to live with us while she had the baby. She arranged to
take a year off before starting college, and they saved her scholarship for
her. I offered to marry her, but she didn't want to change her plans. She
agreed to give custody to mom and dad, who named me his guardian when mom
died. Samuel was born March first, 1951."

Dan just sat there with his mouth open, stunned. "So he'll be twenty this
spring?" I stated. Bruno nodded. "Congratulations, Dan - if a little
late. When are you handing out cigars?"

We all laughed as the drinks were brought, then Dan got serious when the
waiter left. "And my? son is a student here?"

"Yes. Sammy's on a date with his fianc?e. A girl from our hometown. Do you
remember Al Solomon, our old English teacher?" Dan nodded. "Lila is his
granddaughter. They've been dating since freshman year of high-school. They
plan to be married when they graduate. If they manage to make it to then
without her getting knocked-up. Your son is one horny stud, and Lila is
perfectly willing to play along."

A grin spread over Dan's face. "I have a fucking son. Holy shit!"

Bruno pulled out his wallet to show him a high-school graduation photo of a
handsome guy with auburn hair. Nicky and I looked admired it. The Nicky
said, "Wait. His name is Sammy?" Bruno nodded. "Did he grow a beard since
high-school?" Another nod. "Ike, he's in Jeff's class, sitting on the other
side in the back, with a petite blonde plastered to him. They always hold
hands during class." I nodded, knowing the couple he meant.

"That's Lila. Dan's future daughter-in-law." He handed out another picture
of the two a their prom. "Keep them, Danny. I have other copies."

Dan sat staring at the photos for a minute, tears in his eyes. "Why are you
here with Sammy? Why aren't you heavyweight champion of the world? You were
always such a good fighter."

Bruno snorted. "I wasn't good enough. My professional record was pretty
dismal: I won my first three fights, then I had seven losses in a row,
including three knock-outs. I was smart enough to get out before I got
seriously hurt."

"Where did you all disappear to? I tried to write after they told me momma
had died?"

"Right after Sammy was born, Dad, Uncle Bill and I got hired by a
contractor over in Springfield as part of his permanent crew for renovation
work. He wanted a well trained group, so it was full time, salaried work,
even when he had no work for us. We moved, sending you a letter with the
new address, which I guess you never opened." Dan shook his head. "I dumped
Bill after you left, realizing that he was just after sex. I'd accepted the
truth about myself and began to date guys in the bigger town. Imagine my
shock when the night of momma's funeral, Bill moved into Dad's
bedroom. They'd been fucking since their days in the Corps, and apparently
momma knew about it." He looked uncomfortable. "Danny, I tried to get in
touch with you four years ago, but you'd left the Marines."

Dan shrugged. "Dad is dead, too, isn't he?" Bruno nodded, glumly. "And
Uncle Bill?" Another nod. "What happened to them?"

"They died in a car crash, together. Bill and Dad had started to drink a
lot when the company we worked for went bust a year after momma died. Dad
was driving while drunk. I'd already left town to try my hand at acting. I
was in a few small movies and played the gangster's 'muscle' on a few TV
shows. I'd been as unsuccessful as an actor as I was as a pro boxer, so
when they died, I took Sammy back to our hometown, teaching boxing and
wrestling at the local Y. After we moved here for Sammy to go to college, I
got a job as a security guard. The owners of The Inn interviewed me for the
job of head of security. It turns out that they remembered seeing me in a
movie playing a bouncer, so they decided to hired me for a combination
acting job and security job. I'm there to protect the johns and the
hustlers from each other, and scare them into behaving with my bad-boy
act. In the months I've had the job, I've broken up a few fights, but the
only time I had to get tough was when a john refused to pay. When I lifted
him by his collar, he shit in his pants, then paid up."

We all laughed at the image, then the steaks arrived. As we sat eating, the
conversation grew less serious. I realized that I would probably not be
spending the night in Dan's bed when Bruno suggested that he call Sammy
after the meal to arrange a reunion. I was also beginning to suspect that
this was not the time in Dan's life for him to get into a relationship with
someone like me. At least I knew I had a good new friend.

****

After the meal, Bruno called Sammy from the pay phone. They shared an
apartment near campus, while Lila lived in the same dorm building as
Nancy. Sammy had dropped Lila off at her dorm after their "date" in his
bed. After his uncle had explained the situation to him, he was eager to
meet his long-missing father.

"Come with me." Dan said, when Bruno told Nick that Sam was still expecting
to meet him that night, also. Bruno had told his ward about his plans for
the night earlier, and his strong attraction to the younger man.

"Dan, it might give Sammy the wrong idea. We've just started dating, and
I'm in a class with him. It may prove awkward?"

"And maybe this isn't the best time for me to be getting involved in my
first relationship with a man?" Dan asked. I nodded. "I was thinking the
same thing while we were talking about Sammy. Ike, I'm very fond of you,
but I just began coming out of my deep closet, while?"

"While I'm still confused about my sexuality?" He nodded. "Dan, I think
you're right. I like you, but not enough to hold your hand on campus." I
smiled sadly. "That might just be the test of a man to pop my ass-cherry. A
man who I'd be willing to kiss on the mouth on campus at high noon." We
laughed as the men left together in Bruno's car, leaving me alone in the
parking lot.

Going back into Monroe's, I headed to the payphone. I tried to call Jeff to
see if he wanted some company, but he didn't answer the phone. I was
surprised by how disappointed I was. I knew that Sam was studying for a
math test the next day, and Tom had made another date with the woman he was
taking to the Halloween Masked Ball to drive Terry nuts. For a few seconds,
I tried to imagine kissing Jeff Hamilton on campus during the day. The idea
made me anxious, but also hot as hell.

****

Horny and lonely, I considered my options while I sat in my car. Matt had a
French test the next day, so he'd been thrilled that I had planned to spend
the night with Dan. I might go back later, but right now my roommate needed
to concentrate on his worse subject. Since I had never taken French, I was
of no help to him.

My choices consisted of the t-rooms I knew at school, The Rusty Spike, and
the one in the park. Since that was closest, I drove to that park. Maybe
I'd find Sam's well hung policeman for his horny ass. I knew I'd find dick
to suck, and willing mouths and asses.

It was a cooler night than when I had visited there with Sam, and then
fought and fucked Tom, but this still seemed to be quite a lot of men
streaming to and from the old Victorian t-room. They ranged in age from
guys who look like they were still in high school to men who look like
grandfathers, and there were men of every variety I could imagine. I
hurried down the path, eager to see what adventures awaited me.

The toilet was not as crowded as it had been the last time, but there is
still quite a few interesting men standing around. I noticed that the door
to the stall that I had used the previous time was open, while both for
joining stalls were occupied. I scooted into the empty stall, peeking
through the glory holes after I locked the door and hung up my jacket. On
one side was a young looking guy sitting on the toilet, nervously smoking a
cigarette as he tapped his foot on the floor. Through the other hole I
could see a man in work clothes. He was turning towards my stall as I
peeked, to better display his uncut seven inch hard-on. Dropping my jeans
and jockstrap, I knelt to stick my finger through the hole. A second later,
the spongy cockhead touched my finger, so I stroked it to invite him to
play. As I removed my finger, the man slid his dick into my eager
mouth. Showing off, I swallowed his dick until my nose hit his pubic
hair. "Holy shit! You're fucking great! Eat my prick, cocksucker!" I pulled
back to enjoy his foreskin, licking out some headcheese hiding there, then
went back to sucking him off. He must have really been enjoying my
technique, because he began pounding his hips against the wall as I took
him deep into my throat. He cursed and moaned, letting me know how much he
was enjoying my mouth. "Oh, yeah, damn! I wish you'd give my old lady
cock-sucking lessons. Gonna fucking cum in your fucking mouth, you horny
fucking cocksucker! Gonna feed you my spooge, motherfucker! Arrgghh!" My
playmate began to shoot a sizable, thick load in my mouth. After the first
spurt at the back of my throat, I pulled back to enjoy the taste, slowly
swallowing the rest. He left his prick in my mouth after he ended. "Milk it
all out, buddy. You earned every fucking drop!" He chuckled. As he got
soft, he pulled out and pulled up his zipper. "Thanks again, buddy. Hope I
see you here again soon."

As he left his stall, I sat on the toilet to stroke my erection.  An eye
was watching me through the other glory hole. I smiled at the nervous young
man. "Looking for some action, buddy?" I teased. The eye
disappeared. Looking over, I found him huddled on the toilet again. "Is
this your first time?"

He whispered, "Yeah."

"What would you like to do? Do you want to blow job, or something else?"

"Could? um? could it be both?" Although he looked very young, he had the
deep voice of a man, so I raised my estimate of his age from a high school
freshman to about my age.

I chuckled. "We can do just about anything you want, pal." I wiggled my
finger at him. "Why don't we start with taking turns jerking each other
off?"

"Sounds? that sounds fucking hot! And I've actually done that a few times
with buddies." As I pulled back my finger, he shuffled over to me, sliding
his thick, soft cock through the hole. I ran my thumb over the cum-slit,
making him moan as he rapidly got hard. Within seconds I had a respectable
handful of hard dick in my hand, which I began to pump. "Oh, yeah, fuck?
This is so fucking hot!"

"Hey, this is just the start. Let me know when you're ready for the next
thing."

I stroked him for about a minute as he gasped and moaned in pleasure. Then
he slowly pulled away from my hand to place his fingers in the glory hole,
so I traded places with him. For a few minutes he explored my manhood with
his fingers, pulling on my cock as he gently played with my balls. "Fuck,
yeah! I love having my balls played with!"

"What else do you like?"

"I like to suck cock; lick a man's sweaty balls; I enjoy when a hot guy
like you does the same things to me; and I love to fuck ass, although I'm
sure you're not ready for that."

"Why do you say that?"

"It was only a short time ago when I was in the same position you're in
now, playing with men through my first glory hole. The first man who I ever
spent the night with in a bed suggested that I wait until I find a special
man to pop my ass-cherry, and I'm still looking." I thought about Jeff as a
young man pumped my prick.

"Your cock look so nice! You are leaking lots of fucking precum!"

"Why don't you taste it?" Without answering, I felt his tongue licked up my
precum, which made both of us moan in pleasure. He took my cock head into
his mouth for a second, but seemed unsure what to do. "Let me show you how
to suck cock, buddy." As he let go of me I knelt at the glory hole, looking
his prick as he pushed it through, I started off just on the head, and
slowly took more into my throat. I gently played with his balls as I
sucked, occasionally stopping to lick his hairless nuts. He was standing
still as I sucked on him, so I stopped to say: "It's okay to fuck my face,
buddy. In fact, I find that hot, too. If you push too deep, I can use my
hand to help my mouth." I didn't want to intimidate him by demonstrating my
deep-throat techniques. He began to slowly pump in and out as I wrapped my
wet hand around the fat base of his cock.

Just when I thought he was about to shoot his load, he pulled out of my
mouth. "Let me suck you now!" I didn't need a second invitation, standing
to feed him my cock. The guy was a fast learner - he got about half of my
cock into his mouth before he gagged, but kept going, sucking and jerking
on my cock. For about five minutes we played this game of trading blow jobs
and sucking on each other's balls. Eventually, I took him deeper into my
throat until my nose hit his pubic bone, massaging his cock head with my
throat as he howled in ecstasy. After just a minute he began to yell, "That
feels so fucking great! I'm? Oh, I'm gonna cum!" I pulled on his balls as I
felt them tighten up, and he flooded my mouth. In the time that I had been
sucking cock, this was the largest load of cum that I'd ever taken, and I
loved it!

"That was one big fucking load, buddy. And it was delicious. Are you ready
to drink my spooge?"

"Fuck, hell yes!" He eagerly gobbled me into his mouth has he pulled on my
balls. To my surprise, he began to take me deeper into his throat, finally
kissing my pubic hair with his lips.

"Holy fuck! That feels wonderful, buddy! Keep that up, and?" He suddenly
twisted my balls erotically while taking me all the way into his
throat. "Now!" I began pumping my load, which I could feel him
swallowing. I collapsed onto the toilet, temporarily sated, "Well, how was
your first time?"

"Un-fucking-believable!" He gasped. "I'm definitely gonna be doing this
again!"

"My first time, I sucked one guy, and then another man sucked my cock
before he had me fuck his ass. Then he asked to kiss me through the glory
hole!" I chuckled as I lit a cigarette.

"Hmmm? there is someone watching me through the other hole." He
whispered. "How do I invite him to let me suck his cock?"

"Try wiggling your finger through the hole!" A few seconds later, I heard
the slurping of a mouth on a prick, and grinned. Someone entered the other
stall just as I finished my cigarette. I peeked through the glory hole to
find a very tall cop! Wondering if this was the one Sam had found so
challenging, I put my finger into the glory hole. I heard the rasp of his
zipper opening as his belt opened, so I pulled my finger away as I knelt,
eager for more cock to suck.

As he began to feed his prick through the hole, I knew that this was the
man Sam had sucked the night I fought with Tom. Although his uncut prick
was soft, by the time his pubic hairs showed against the hole, there was
over a foot of man meat hanging there. I grabbed it, eagerly licking under
his foreskin, which quickly retracted as he got hard. Wrapping my hand
around the base, I sucked in the fat head and a few more inches, slurping
and gurgling happily as I swallowed at least ten inches before my lips
touched my fingers. Now totally hard, I could not get my hand totally
around the base of his cock; there was at least four inches between my
thumb and my fingers! I wasn't sure I could do justice to this magnificent
piece of man meat with my mouth, and Sam wanted it in his ass?

A voice with a Texas twang gasped, "Damn! You're doing real good, partner!
Most men have trouble getting that much into their throat! The last stud
who took me to the balls was some horny cowboy. Unfortunately, I had to go
back on duty, so I couldn't talk to him."

I eased myself off of this massive horn, then chuckled. "That horny cowboy
is my best buddy, and he regretted not getting a chance to get fucked by
you!"

"How about you, stud? Do you want your horny ass bred by me?" There was
humor in his voice.

"Hell, no! I'm a virgin back there, and even if I wasn't, I'm sure you'd
cause me permanent damage!" I chuckled back. "But I'd love a chance to do
justice to that meat of yours with my throat. Want to join me in here?"

"That sounds like a good idea. I like to hold a cocksucker's ears while I
plow his mouth!" As he pulled out, I unlocked the door and took a seat. My
mouth dropped open as a stunningly handsome dark-haired man in his late
thirties shuffled in to my stall, holding his pants around his waist. He
was at least as tall as Jeff Hamilton, although not built as
magnificently. That's not to say that my new friend wasn't well-built; he
looked like he had some hard-earned muscle on his body. "Howdy! I'm Ben
Walker. I sure do hope that you weren't pullin' my leg about knowing that
cowboy." He held out a hand about the size of an Easter ham, which I
shook. At least he was polite enough not to demonstrate his masculinity by
crushing my hand - but then when you're hung like him, such demonstrations
are not necessary!

"I'm Ike Williams, Officer Walker. Sam lives near here. The only reason I'm
not dragging you over to his apartment now is because he has a test
tomorrow which he has to study for."

"He's a student? I got the impression he was older than you."

"He is. Sam was in the Army before coming to college. He was wounded in
Vietnam."

"I was there, too, but in the Marines." He smirked as I reached out to pull
his pants down. "Eagerly little dick-swallower, ain't ya? Well, that IS
what we're here for, so let's get goin'."

I pulled on his hips to get him closer to me, then wrapped one hand around
his gigantic dong as I hefted the second largest pair of balls I yet
encountered. Having already demonstrated my ability to manage his meat with
my mouth, I began licking and chewing on his balls. Ben pulled my head
closer, "Yeah, I love that! Chew on my fucking nuts!" I gladly obeyed as
his flesh 'nightstick' whacked me in the face, slathering me with his
pre-cum. Eventually the big cop grabbed my ears to pull me from his
nuts. "Time to feed you some prime Texas meat!" He chortled. "Open that
pretty mouth, Ike. Real wide!"

Although I was a little worried that I had gotten involved with a man who
might treat me roughly, Ben let me take him at my own rate. In this
position, I was able to move my hand away after five jaw-stretching
minutes, and work my lips to his cock-root. After a minute with his entire
manhood crammed down my craw, he whispered to me, "Put your hand back,
buddy, so we can have some real fun without me chokin' you to death." After
I obeyed he grabbed my ears, and started to fuck my face and hand.

After a few minutes, he pulled my hand to his mouth, sucking on the middle
finger. "Let's speed things up so we can both get where we want." He
muttered. "Stick that in my ass, stud. Finger fuck my butt!" I ran my hands
over the muscular mounds of his relatively hairless ass, slowly working my
wet finger into the crack. He pulled out so that just the head of his cock
was in my mouth as he pushed his hole back, which sucked in my finger. He
squeezed my finger with his ass muscles as he thrust back into my mouth, so
I wiggled around to find his prostate. "That's it, stud. You found my magic
button! Yeah, do that, and I'll be feedin' you my cream really soon!"

We were a sex machine, moving together to get Ben to shoot his load. His
legs shook as his breath got ragged. I was aware that we were being watched
through both glory holes, which got me even more excited. The spasms in his
ass were so strong that I pulled my finger out before it was broken. With a
strangled cry, Ben pulled back so just his cockhead was in my mouth, then
shot a dozen strong spurts of cum, which tasted delicious.

It took both of us a few minutes to catch our breath from the action. Big
Ben pulled me to my feet to wrap me in a hug as he gave me a deep, sloppy
kiss, moving us around so he could sit on the toilet while he sucked my
hard cock down his throat. Ben put my hands on his head, so I began to fuck
his mouth as hard as I could. I realized that my buddy Sam would be having
a great time with his fellow Texan.

Sucking that big dick had been exciting, so it didn't take me long to
return a nice load to Ben. We shared a cigarette and chatted as we pulled
ourselves together, then Ben gave me his phone number to give to Sam.

****

But that is another story.

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My NIFTY stories, "Battling Bear", "The Leather Jacket" and "The Truck
Driver" have been published in expanded versions. They're available at:
http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/IkeRose , as well as the novel, "My
Best Birthday Gift", a revised version of "My Big Brother".

Copyright 2014 -  by Ike Rose

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior
consent from the author who can be contacted at Ike-Rose@IkeRose.com