THE GLORY HOLE SAGAS Chapter Fourteen
My Date With Nick - Part One
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CHAPTER 14
Although Tom knew of two other t-rooms with glory holes on campus, he did not know about the really famous basement one. By 2 PM, we had enough people on campus convinced that we had always been best friends, with a number of men teasing "best buddies" for being "stupid enough to let a woman, even that one with great tits, get you to fight over her", so I offered to show it to him, although I wanted to rest for my date with Nick. I put my head into Jeff's open door to tell him I was taking Tom into the T-room, and would be right back. I ended up introducing Tom to Earl after we watched my skinny black buddy demonstrate his deep throat talents on a well hung stud.
Jeff pounced on me as I reentered his office, kissing me and locking the door. I regretfully told him I was saving my energy for my date, but told him I'd be happy to relieve his horniness with a blow job. But that wily red-furred muscle man, knowing how much I loved is physique, ripped off his top, and within minutes I was pounding into his clutching ass. I was surprised how we had learned to have hot sex in whispers in his office, and the enforced quietness made it even hotter. In fact, we both popped our loads almost instantly.
Jeff then stunned me by telling me that he had informed his department chairman, an old, trusted (and closeted gay) friend about us the day after we spent our first night together, to protect us both, since he could no longer be objective about my work due to his growing feelings for me. The chairman had read copies of all my creative writing assignments and agreed that I was a talented and promising young writer, and had agreed to be my new mentor From now on, he is correcting and grading my papers for that quarter, and Jeff would never let me take a class with me again. Confused about what this meant, I left him to rest for my date.
As I left the building, I saw a sight which got me upset: that annoying football player, my so-called slave who I had renamed Cum-Dump, walking along the sidewalk towards me. I noticed that he was walking oddly, probably because of the rough treatment Sam had given him at my orders. A class period had just started, so we were alone.
Lighting a cigarette, I leaned against a tree and folded my arms, hoping to trick him into disobeying and speaking to me without permission, allowing me to end this farce.
I took my first good look at my "property" when he wasn't looking at me. In fact, his face was pretty blank, and he was looking at the ground. His left eye was puffy; it looked like he had a shiner developing, which I knew would NOT have been from Sam. My roommate Matt, my informant on all sorts of rough sex, had told me that experienced, well disciplined and trained Masters like himself and Sam would not make any visible marks on a Slave without his previous agreement. Since cum-Dump had given his body over to me, Sam would have asked MY permission as his "owner", just as he had called me early in the morning for permission to shave his asshole, asking me if my anger at the big jock was a "family feud", since he had the same last name as me. Williams. The same last name as me, and a quarter of Williams County, thanks to my overly horny ancestor, who had gone around planting bastards all over the place, as well as having over 20 legitimate kids with two wives.
I saw something I had not noticed before: despite his stocky build, Cum-Dump had all the other common Williams features (we tend to be lithe rather than chunky). He was limping, and walking with his legs spread oddly. I felt a tiny bit of pity for the man, although he still generated an irrational and exaggerated anger in me. I felt responsible for his pain and damage. He had wanted that sort of treatment to come from ME, and I had not been interested enough to let the scumbag have my load. Humiliating Cum-Dump had been a thrill for me which I did not understand; just as I did not understand why he sought anger and humiliation out in me. I wondered if my instinct in the bar at the Rusty Spike was correct, and my public domination of him had resulted in the big muscle-bound clod falling in love with me.
He looked us, saw me, and his eyes lit up as he tried to grin. Tried: his lip was badly split. He looked like he might have been in a fight. I grinned back, hoping to trick him into talking to me, so that I would be justified in ending our "association". Cum-Dump had a need of some sort for me. At the same time I had an irrational anger that someone had treated MY property in that way! That was MY job! He immediately looked down to the ground again, and crossed over to the opposite side of the sidewalk. He was obeying my original instructions to him, damn him.
When he got opposite me, he stopped walking and just stood there, in the pose that Matt had taught me was the one slaves took to demonstrate being submissive. Either he had been into this rough shit before we met, or Sam had beat this into him the night before. He just stared at the ground. I saw some dried blood on his lip, above his nose, which also looked swollen. But he didn't say a word. His breathing was wheezing. I suspected a broken nose.
I couldn't help myself. "You look like shit, Cum-Dump. Did Master Sam do that to you?"
"No, Master. Master Sam used me hard, but within normal limits. He did humiliate me by taking me to the basement t-room, having me strip naked, binding one arm to a pipe and putting my belt around my waist to bind my other one to my back to prevent me from jerking off. He tied a blindfold on my eyes. Then after he used my ass hard and called me insulting names, he left me there for an hour to be used by any man who wanted to abuse me."
"And that is how you ended up like this?" I felt a bit pissed at Sam for letting my "property" get so badly damaged. How strange to feel this way about a "thing" I hated.
"No, Master, Sir.. Master Sam actually never left the room but stayed to make sure that the worse that happened was the man who whipped my ass for a few minutes with his belt. I heard him order the man to stop and fuck me, or suck HIS big cock. He chose to fuck me, and did it hard, but he was not very big. My ass is just so stretched from 18 men fucking me in an hour, other than Master Sam, that I am having trouble walking. And the welts from the two others who belted my ass. But two members of my team came in and saw me. They asked Master Sam what was going on. Since they were not wearing team jackets, he told them. He actually apologized to me later, after they used me and it became obvious from their verbal abuse that they were my teammates. He would have told them another story if he knew they were on the team. That I had lost a bet."
"So what happened to your face?"
He was still looking at the ground, obeying my original orders to him, as he answered. "They told other team members. After practice this afternoon, some other members wanted some of my ass. Since I was no longer obligated to obey, having been released by Master Sam, I fought back against three guys, Sir. I managed to keep them off of me. But I might decide to quit the team. Otherwise, I would have to let men use me without your permission. I can`t fight them all off, Master."
"Cum-dump, are you on as sports scholarship?" I was worried that my game had gone to far.
"No, Master. My late father left trust funds for me and my brother to be able to go to college, or for job training. It is large enough for both of us to not have to work while in college, and would have supported either of us for a few years after job training as we got on our feet So I can stay in college if I quit the team. I just loved playing football." WHY did he have to tell me that his father was dead, too? I hated when I found out anything that made him seem like a real PERSON instead of CUM-DUMP.
I stood there, thinking. Much as I disliked this asshole, I couldn't ruin his life to keep playing a game in which I had no real interest. "If I release you, would you stay on the team?"
"Master, please, no. Being your property is the only thing that matters to me. Even if you still refuse to use my body, just knowing that my Master Ike owns me makes me happy. Knowing I might someday earn the privilege to service you and serve you gives my life meaning." He mange to plead without whining. He sounded masculine and pussy-whipped at the same time. It was annoying and.. well, fucking HOT at the same time.
Shit. He IS in love with me, and I have no justification to dump him. I set up the rules to this game, and I had to play them fairly as log as HE did. "How about if I give you permission to let you have sex with the team members who appeal to you, while fighting off the ones who do not? JUST members of the football team, or support staff. I know of at least one janitor in the phys ed building who likes man-ass, and is a hot top. Would you be comfortable staying on the team under those orders?"
He almost whispered. "As long as I still belong to my Master Ike. And my Master uses me when he wants to. Or just abuses me, sir. Yes, I could stay on the team under those conditions. Thank you Master, from one non-scholarship jock to another."
I rolled my eyes. I remembered that the Chinese said that if you saved a man's life, you were responsible for him after that; it seemed I had put myself under as much obligation to this asshole as I had put him to me. This was the LAST time I played a joke like this. I sighed. I HAD implied at the Rusty Spike that I would use and abuse him, so I had to give him some sort of hope. "Other than my previous orders that I might drag you off to use you if I saw you on campus, I add this: be in that basement t-room on Wednesday and Friday nights at one AM. If either Master Sam or myself do not show up by 1:30, you have my permission to play there as if you were a real man. You may even pretend you are a fully real man, and fuck ass and force men to suck your pathetic dick. Do you understand that, boi?"
"Wednesday nights and Friday nights at one AM in the Administration Building basement. May I wait for you in the hallway until 1:30, Master, so I do not have to spend a half hour fending off men?" That was actually a logical idea. I might not like him, but I had to admit he was a hot fucker. If he had never opened his wise-ass mouth to me, I might have just as happily sucked him off that night at the Rusty Spike.
"Yes. Across the hall, there is the office of Professor Hamilton from the English Department. Lean on his door."
"Yes, Master. That is one AM following Wednesday and Friday evenings, correct, Master? Not the morning of those days."
"Correct. Now get the hell out of my sight, you disgusting pile of dog-shit. And go take care of your face. MOVE!"
To my annoyance (don't ask me why), he limped off towards my dorm building. DAMN! He lived in the same building, which might be how he knew my name already in the bar. I smoked a second cigarette to give him time to get to his room, then went up to mine to get ready for my date.
First, I cleaned up my room. The four of us from the night before had left it quite a mess, and Matt and Harvey had left out a number of their rough sex toys. I made both beds with fresh sheets, and opened the window a crack to get the smell of sex and poppers and Crisco out of the air. I lay down and took a short nap, then woke up at 5 to take a shower, shave and get dressed. Having decided to grow another mustache, I left the five days growth already there alone, going for the then popular Fu Manchu style. I was already more than half way to a decent looking mustache. I'd have a great `stache by the end of the week, and Ralph and I could REALLY pass for twins.
Not knowing where we were going for dinner, I dressed in jeans and a dress shirt, then put on my leather jacket which in the last few days had almost become my uniform. I put a pair of dress pants, a tie and a t-shirt into a small travel bag, made sure I had cigarettes and threw in a tube of lube in case passion overtook us in the car, and headed to the parking lot.
I grinned to see Nick standing there in jeans, a dress shirt, and his letter jacket from the swim team. He had a swimmer's muscular body and a boyish face with short cropped brown hair. Like all swimmers, he had his chest and leg hair shaved. He looked like he was in high school.
"Hey, Ike. Next quarter you'll have your own letter jacket."
"Yeah. I ran into my coach Monday night in a bar and formally accepted his offer. I am now officially a member of the fencing team."
We got into my car, and he admired her lines. I explained her history and the plan to finish her renovation. Within two minutes, I had another member of the team to finish the work my Dad and I had never finished. He was another car guy! "My dad was a car mechanic and I spent every day after school at the garage where he worked until he died when I was 15. But I learned a lot by then, helping."
"Oh, sorry to hear that, My dad died when was 17. How's you mother doing?"
"She died when I was 10, and I'm an only child with no family other than a great-uncle in a nursing home. From the age of 15 until I left for college, I lived in a Home, and I don't particularly like to talk about that period of my life. Let's just say that before I went there I had learned with a buddy that sucking cock and getting sucked was fun, and I made the mistake of letting one of the older boys know I found him hot. After that, life was hell for me, and the people who ran the place felt I was just getting what I deserved for being a cocksucker."
I started the car as I lit a cigarette, unsure of what to say. I was surprised when Nick took it from me and sat smoking it, but I lit another and left him to his sad memories. " Now where is this place you are taking me to, Nick?" He told me which road to drive along, since the place was about ten miles outside of town.
As soon as we got to a deserted stretch of road, I pulled over. I grabbed his jacket and pulled him to me, and we had a nice long kiss. "Nick, buddy, if you say `I ain't a faggot' again tonight, I swear I'll knock your fucking head off."
He grinned at me. "Tonight you will find out a big secret about me, Ike. You will be the ONLY one on campus who knows it. It's the reason I developed that tough character, and keep using him. But I have to ask you; HOW did you know my name?"
"My roommate Mat introduced us at a swim meet, and I remembered it. To be honest, when we were in the t-room I had you mixed up with another jock. It wasn't until I saw you in Jeff's class that I realized who you really were."
He put his hand on mine on the steering wheel. "Why do you call Mr. Hamilton Jeff? And why did you stop sitting on the front row and drooling over him, and come sit in the back with me and start acting like a normal human being? I should add, I've seen him in the T-room, so I know he's gay. But only after that conversation we had about him being hot."
"You tell me your secret first." I insisted.
He stared ahead, speaking almost in a whisper. "I'm a scholarship kid. I get tuition, room, board and books. ANYTHING else I have to come up with the money for, and I am NOT on a sports scholarship, but an academic one. If I want to keep swimming, which I love, I had to find a way to make money that does not take a lot of effort and time. My first quarter, I got, well, more than a little friendly with a senior I met in the t-room. He took me to the Inn where we are going for the first time. Ike, I sell my cock to rich fags, and if I put on an act about how offended I am when they make a pass at me, I end up getting more. I've sold my not-so-virgin ass six times this quarter already. A few hours a few times a month, and I have the money for the other things I need." He sobbed. "Ike, I'm a fucking whore!"
I put my arm over his shoulder, and let him cry "Nick, you're doing what you need to survive, and having some fun doing it. You developed an interesting character to put on an act for your customers which makes them really hot. I thought it was hot if confusing when you pulled it on me through the glory hole. I think it would be another matter if you were straight, but hell, you're not. You were pretty eager to suck my cock at the glory hole and you made some pretty gay comments about Jeff. Now, to answer YOUR question with MY secret: I also met Jeff in the glory holes, the first time I found them by accident, and I recognized his red mustache and great lips through the hole. I sort of blackmailed him into being the first guy to take me to bed for the night." I laughed. "We're sort of dating. And his boss knows about us, and is now grading my papers. He told me this afternoon that he had told him about us the next day. I think Jeff likes me." I smirked. I started driving again.
"Do you like him?"
"Jeff's the man who suggested I save my ass cherry for a special guy; I turned it into a search for a man who loves me and I love and can have a relationship with." He cleared his throat impatiently. "I know I'm avoiding the question. I THINK I like him. Or is it still the crush I had on him before, with the sex added in?"
"Hey, I'm just a male whore. What do I know?"
"Nick, stop that! Would it help you feel better about yourself if I let some man buy ME tonight?"
"Can you be nasty to a man?"
I told him all about Cum Dum, which necessitated telling him about the Rusty Spike. Without identifying the man, I also told him about dominating Dan Taylor, the hot, masculine top-only security guard. By the time I was done, he was horny as hell, and admitted I could be VERY nasty. He also admitted that it made him eager to get dinner over with and find someplace private to be with me.
"Oh, Matt has a date tonight, and will be gone all night long."
"Does Matt know you're..? Wait, is MATT the gay swimmer you've been hinting about?" I nodded. "Holy fucking shit, maybe I really AM gay! I always thought he was a hot fucker. I also always though he was as straight as they come. Matt Slater can do whatever he wants to me on our next away. "
"Uh, maybe you shouldn't word it exactly that way to him, Nicky."
"Why not?"
"Matt is into.. well, he's into kinky shit. VERY kinky, rough stuff. I've had a few beginner's lessons from him, but last night my buddy and I got to watch as he initiated a Slave. Let's just say that when we got to the room, my buddy wanted Matt's cock up his ass. By the time the lights went out, Tom didn't want Matt anywhere near him. EVER!"
"Tom? Your little buddy who you beat up over a girl?" I nodded. "And he was in bed with YOU?"
"He was VERY eager to finally spend a night in bed with a man, instead of getting screwed though a glory hole. He's bisexual. Nick, there's a chance that I might be bisexual. I'm still dating a few women; I just like sex with guys better. And I WOULD like to be a dad someday, since my dad was so great. My buddy Sam is bisexual, and his wife knows. He can screw around with as many men as he wants. They're from Texas, and she says if she ever catches him with another woman, she'll borrow a shotgun from one of her brothers and shoot his balls off. He says she means it, and is a great shot. And they DID have an actual, real live shotgun wedding." We laughed.
We approached what looked like a big farmhouse, with a long, low barn. He had me take a side road just short of it, which in turn lead to a discreet driveway to a well hidden parking lot behind the barn. From this side, it was a fancy bar and restaurant.
"How do you afford..?
"I never have to pay for more than one drink. What did you bring in your bag, there?" I showed him. "Hmm, if you are serious about selling your dick.."
"I am. I want you to stop feeling guilty about it. And I'm bringing other guys here to do the same thing. Just so YOU can stop feeling guilty. I also THINK I've heard of a scholarship for living expenses for non-scholarship jocks. I`ll check tomorrow." Jeff was a fucking millionaire. Maybe his family had a foundation. I was sure that he wouldn't want one of his students forced to be a prostitute in order to get an education. I had a feeling I could easily convince him to do SOMETHING to help Nick. Perhaps there even WAS already a real scholarship!
He grinned. "Man, am I glad I lost that bet. And I have a feeling I'll be even happier when we're in your bed. So Matt will be spending the night with his slave, huh?"
He took off my jacket and shirt, and put the jacket back on without the shirt. "Actually, the two of them will be doing a very calm, sedate three-way with my twin."
"You have a brother?"
"No, I'm an only child, too, but this guy looks almost like my identical twin. Ralph lives in our dorm building, and the two of them have both been having sex with him. He's been wanting to try a three-way; to Ralph THAT'S kinky. He doesn't know about the rest between them, which actually just started last night. I just met Ralph today on the elevator. It was like looking in a mirror, except he has a mustache."
"Wait! I saw that guy the other day. I walked up to him and said hello, then realized he had a mustache so he wasn't you. Now you're growing one, so it will be difficult to tell you two apart."
"I hadn't shaved since Thursday, so when I shaved for our date, I realized I was over half way to a mustache for my Halloween costume, and I liked the look on Ralph. I grow them and cut them off periodically. But I might keep it on - I like the way a mustache feels when a man with one is eating my ass, so I figure I will keep it to return the favor. Speaking of costumes?" He had taken his shirt off, too. His smooth body was a contrast to my hairiness. I ran a hand over it. He closed his eyes and grinned, so I pinched his nipples to make them hard.
"Something my buddy taught me. Show the goods to the customers. Now, all I do is walk in, and there are boys in the bar before me as hot or hotter than me, but not dressed as sexy, and I'm over in the Inn before them. It doesn't hurt that with my chest shaved for swimming and I wear short hair for the same reason. It makes me look younger than my age." He pointed to the farmhouse. "That's the Inn, with rooms rented by the hour. Straight cheating couples come here for a quick drink or dinner and a hard fuck, too." I nodded. "Now, some rules. Rule number one: NEVER bring up money! Let them offer it first. If they're a cop, and offer you money, it's entrapment. If YOU ask a cop for money, it's solicitation, and illegal. Act offended, and they'll usually up the offer. With your leather jacket, you'll probably get men who enjoy a bit of abuse, even if it's just verbal. Those freaks are usually more generous. Rule number two: be sure you know exactly what it is they want before you leave with them. Rule number three: get the money before they open your fly. Although with your hot body, taking the jacket off while you wait to get paid might get you a tip before hand. Oh, tips: if you really do them good, they usually tip you afterwards, above the agreed amount." We got ready to leave. "Leave the car unlocked, Ike. If we both get picked up, we can meet back here, and then get dressed better and go back in there to eat, or go somewhere else."
I was hard as a steel rod. A week before, I would never have imagined anyone wanting to pay me for sex. Now, I had enough confidence from things that men had said to me to imagine some man offering me $20 to suck my cock, and me holding out for $30. I kept a pad and some pencils on the dashboard in case I got a writing idea. I took it, explaining this to Nick, wrote something quickly, then tossed it back where it belonged, open to the page where I wrote.
We got out of the car, heading towards the door. There was a man with a suit standing in front of it. He had been sitting on a bench. ""Evening, boys." he growled at us.
I grunted back "'Evening yourself. Excuse us, we have business to take care of and my rent needs to paid."
"That's why I'm here. I'm sorry, guys. The Inn has new owners, so there are some new rules. The old owners were happy with the room rentals and the booze and food sales. The new owners are not. They don't want to just fleece the johns, now they want 10% of what you hustlers make from the johns."
Nick looked confused. Since it was my first time there, I could play dumb. "Excuse me, but this is my first time doing this. Like I said, the rent has to be paid, and I'm a bit short this month, so Nick here was nice enough to suggest I come along. What's a hustler?"
The man laughed. "You two are hustlers. Hustling rich, horny guys for money to suck your horny cocks or get a hard dick rammed up their hungry asses, or to think they're fucking a virgin ass."
I was into my tough guy act already. "I don't know about my buddy here, but my ass IS virgin, and if you'd like to make something of it.."
"Let me introduce you to the reason you will NOT be cheating the owners of their 10%, and not be threatening me, you wiseass punk. BRUNO!"
A massive shadow moved forward. He must have been 6'11", and built a lot like Jeff, under a suit that barely contained his muscles. He had the smashed-in face of a fighter, with a heavy, bushy blonde Fu-Manchu mustache, and incongruously tightly curled, short blonde hair. I looked up at him, smiling, showing no fear. "Hi, Bruno. How're you doing? Name's Ike. This is my buddy Nicky."
A deep voice says "You look like you're a fighter. You been in a fight recently?" He bashed a hand into his fist.
"Last night, and I won. Over a girl, and I get to fuck her on Saturday, instead of her boyfriend, who I toyed around with and messed up pretty bad, then knocked out. But I'm not stupid enough to think I can take YOU on and have a snowball's chance in HELL of winning. Hell, big guy, I ain't dumb enough to think I have a chance of SURVIVING one SECOND fighting you. So hey, you're the boss, Bruno." I held up both hands in surrender and grinned.
To my surprise, the big man began to laugh a deep, rich laugh, and grabbed my hand, almost crushing it. When he grinned, he was actually sort of handsome. "You've got big fucking balls, Ike. I like you. You still got to pay your 10%, but if some john hassles you or tries to cheat you, I'll bust his balls for you for free."
"Another word I don't know: john. I take it you're not talking about a man named John, or a toilet, so.."
The mammoth laughed. "An old whore's word for a customer. Gay guys call men they pick up a john, too. The word 'trick' is used by both whores and us gay men the same way."
Nick whispered. "YOU'RE gay, Bruno?"
"Hey, the cute little one can speak. The way you had that pretty mouth of yours hanging open, cutie, I was beginning to think it was an invitation to ram my dick in it, but I'm on duty. Unfortunately. And yes, cutie-pie, I`m gay. Are you, sweet-honey?"
Nick took a deep breath. "I've never said this to anyone before out loud, before. Yes, Bruno, I'm gay." He grinned at Bruno. And licked his lips elaborately. Damn, my date was hot for Goliath!
I tapped the enthralled Nicky on is shoulder. "Excuse me, my suddenly gay buddy who keeps telling me he's no fag. But I STILL have to make some money to pay my rent. And let me remind you, so do YOU! You can flirt with the handsome giant here later."
"Ike, the johns ain't going nowhere, so cool it." I was NOT about to argue with Bruno when he was obviously on the make. I sat down next to the first man on the bench, and lit a cigarette. This show could be interesting. "Nick, would you consider going on a date with me? Big as I am, I'm actually a nice guy when I'm not a bouncer. And, well, I think you're fucking adorable."
"ME??" Nick has a rich baritone voice, but when he said that word, he actually squealed.
"Yes, you, cutie-pie. Sort of skinny for a jock, though." He ran a big hand over Nick's smooth body. Nick closed his eyes, and shuddered.
"I'm a swimmer. Off season, I'm almost as hairy as Ike. And yes, Ill date you, Bruno. Although Im a bit new to some stuff, and you're a bit .. BIG??"
Bruno held Nicks chin in his hand and almost whispered. "Honey, I ain't never gonna hurt you. Not on purpose, sweet thing. And if anything hurts, you tell me and we stop. OK? We go at your speed, baby. Always at your speed, sweet Nick."
As I sat next to the other man, both of us had our mouths open in shock. He whispered at me ,"I never even knew the big thug was gay, and now he's hitting on a hustler. A college one, but still a hustler."
"What's the difference? I'm a college student, too."
"You college guys hustle to make money to pay for necessities, but mostly have your room and board and stuff paid for, so it's extras, like fixing that old heap of yours. The other hustlers are supporting themselves, or a drug habit, or both. Boys with pimps are not welcome, but some are supporting men, or girlfriends and kids. You college guys often have the advantage of being in better shape, better looking and younger. What are you, 18 trying to pass for 19?"
"I'll be 20 on Sunday. That girl I won in the fight is my birthday gift. Well, SHE considers spending Halloween night with me my birthday gift; the guy who wants to marry her objected. I had to teach the dumb jock a lesson in manners."
"What sort of jock? A football player?"
I laughed. "Actually, track. I would never have started a fight with the little twerp; but he almost attacked me in our math class. Literally. Then we met off campus and I finished what HE tried to start. But I'm not easily intimidated. I took boxing lessons for 5 years when I was younger, and towards the end, the teacher had me fighting bigger, older guys, and I usually won. Not that Im stupid enough to fight a man the size of Bruno. I like having my balls attached to my body, thank you. Hed rip them off and hand them to me as fucking earrings. But I could easily take on someone... well, your size."
He stiffened, then chuckled. I had implied a threat, but not actually challenged the man, and done it in a clever way. "I like you, punk. You still have to pay your 10%, but if your trick takes you out of the bar and to someplace else to fuck, I'll skip it. Same for your cute buddy."
"Thanks, but this is an emergency cash deal for me. I may not be here often. Nick is a semi-regular here."
"The offer still holds as long as Bruno and I are a team as bouncers and enforcers."
Bruno was hanging over Nick, and they were talking quietly. A car pulled up, and Bruno became business, but not before giving Nick a deep, long kiss while taking a nice squeeze of my buddy's hot jock ass.
I had to lead my dazed buddy to the bar. The other man nodded to me. "Nice talking to you, Ike. If I ever need a young boxer, I know where to find one now."
"I wonder why he would want a young boxer?" I asked. Nick was on Cloud Nine and didn't hear me, or my snort of annoyance. I sat him on a bar stool, then I took one two feet away. I ordered a beer, but before I could pay for it, a well dressed man about 40 was standing next to me, offering to pay for it. I snarled at him, but accepted with ill grace. Actually, he was handsome, swarthy, with a dash of grey at the temples of his black hair to make him look distinguished. I wondered why he had to pay for sex, until I saw the wedding ring.
I sipped my beer, ignoring him. "I'm Nick.' He said.
"So?"
He pulled a barstool over and got a beer for himself, getting close to me. "What's you name, handsome?"
"What kind of fag question is that?"
He looked stricken, and then whispered. "A fag question from a married queer man who would like to spend some time making you very happy." I looked at him. "I could make it worth your while to spend time with me while I show you some pleasurable tricks. Hasn't anyone ever told you that a guy gives better head than a broad?"
Turning from him, I snorted. "I ain't no fag. I like pussy." Now I could see why Nick developed the line. It had come to my lips so easily, and Nick`s eyes had lit up when I said it. What a fun game!
"You wouldn't have to do anything except shoot a massive load of cum in my ass. And I'll pay you $50 to do it."
"Humph. Sounds like a lot of fairy stuff to me. My buddy and me just stopped in for a beer."
"OK, make it $100, but you have to tell me you name. Fucking an ass is almost the same as fucking a pussy, only it's tighter."
"Let me understand this. You give me a $100, and then all I have to do is tell you my fucking name, and screw your fag pussy?"
"Well, if you feel like calling me names while you're doing it, and insulting me, I couldn't stop you." He smiled. So, I was being paid $100 primarily to be an abusive asshole. Hell, I've already done THAT for free. And enjoyed doing it.
"OK, faggot Nicky-boy. You got a real man to screw your pussy. I'll pay my rent with that money, then take my girlfriend out to dinner with the rest. I guess fucking YOUR fag ass don't make me no faggot, right?"
"Oh, no, you're ALL man.. um.."
"Ike, but you can call me SIR most of the time, scumbag."
Nick whispered "Oh, YES, SIR, Ike, Sir!"
A handsome man in his 30's was talking to Nick and running his hand over his chest. Nick pushed him away, and the man apologized. This was a lot of fun!
I sipped my beer, ignoring my john, waiting for him to take the next move. When I was finished, he gulped his beer down. "Sir, we could get a room in the Inn next door?"
"I guess so. Unless you want to do it in the back seat of my car?'
He smiled. "No, I think a bed is more comfortable. And private. Do you really want someone seeing you with your big, manly dick plunging into me, Ike, sir?"
Nick and his john got up, and left though a side door. "OK. Take me there, Nicky-boy."
He lead me through the same door. We had to wait while Nick and "Adam Smith" registered and were given a key. I was surprised when Nick at least registered as Nick, and I doubt that "Popolus" was fake, either. He looked Greek. Our room was next to Nick and "Adam Smith's." I could here Nick snarling what sounded like orders at "Adam".
At first, I nervously stood rigidly next to the locked door as Nick hung his suit in the closet. While he did that, remembering Nick's advise, I hung my jacket on the door knob. When he turned around, he groaned at the sight of me shirtless, my fingers hooked in my pockets. I had the married man hooked. He took one step towards me but I held out my hand, making the universal sign for money. He went back to the closet, returning with five $20 bills, which he counted out in my hand. I put it folded in my jacket pocket.
Nick had stripped naked. He had a very nice body, and a beautiful ass. His entire body was fairly dark, and very hairy, so I was sure I was right in my guess that the name was real, and he was of Greek ancestry. He was hard and dripping, and his uncut cock was very edible, but not on the tonight's menu. I snarled again to get into the role, and my puffed up cock actually got softer.
I had kicked off my shoes. I pointed to the floor in front of me as I lit a cigarette, and he fell to his knees. He nuzzled my crotch with his nose, chewing my cock through my jeans. He unzipped me, and was surprised when my cock flopped out at him. He swallowed my half hard cock to the root, and had me hard in no time, as I grabbed his head and fucked his face.
"Yeah. You're a good fucking cocksucker, faggot. You know how to treat a REAL man right and make him hot. You're almost as hot as a real fucking woman, cocksucker. Let me see that fag pussy you were boasting about, you fucking queer cum dump."
"Yes, Sir, Ike!" He got on all fours on the bed, then spread his cheeks. He had a nice ass. Hairy, muscular and manly. I grinned to myself. Two weeks before, I would never have noticed. I wet a finger and pushed it in his ass, which was already greased. "You're an eager little whore fag, ain't you? All greased up so you can get a real man's big cock rammed in that ass-pussy of yours fast!"
"Fuck my fag pussy, Ike, sir. Make me your woman. Make me scream!" I slapped his ass cheek. "Yes! Use me as your toy! Use me!"
I teased his ass with my cock, slapping him again harder. I could hear the man in the next room groaning and cursing as Nick-my-buddy did something to him. I rammed into the-Nick-with-me, my balls slapping his, causing him to wail, "FUCK, IKE! YES! USE MY PUSSY HOLE!!!! FUCK MEEEE!"
I didn't need a second invitation. He might like getting fucked but he was tight enough that I doubted that he got it often. I began to give him what he had paid for. I was pounding him as I slapped his cheeks. I snarled some insults at him "What a loose fucking hole! I thought you told me fag ass was tight?" He tightened his ass muscles, and almost broke my dick off! Man, was he hot!
"Ike, sir, may I get on my back while you fuck my ass, sir, so I can look at your handsome face?" Damn, I was still a sucker for anyone who found me attractive. I pulled out with a plop like a champagne cork, and flipped him on his back. I put the cigarette out in an ashtray. I rammed back in as he moaned out loud, running his hands through my chest hair. I twisted one of his nipples and felt his ass spasm in response. "Oh, YES! I never knew that I loved that! Yes, Ike! Do it more, PLEASE!"
I began to abuse his chest, then worked on his balls a little, and he went wild. He kept yelling my name, and his ass was clutching at me so much, I though he was going to cum. I decided to try an experiment. I began to breathe faster, and a bit raggedly. "Yeah, Nicky-faggot, you got your stud-Man really fucking hot! He's gonna fill you up with his spooge soon."
Hearing that, his ass spasmed as he spewed forth a massive load with a yell. I also yelled and rammed into him. I twisted his nips as I faked an orgasm, jerking around and pulsating my cock.
"Fuck, fag boy, that's one fine pussy. Best cum I've had in years. I'm still hard, but you understand; I can sell this second load later." I smiled at him. He looked proud. The tough straight punk man-whore had complimented him and actually smiled!
I lay on the bed, my dick slowly deflating in front of his hungry eyes, and lit a cigarette. He cuddled up against me, and I handed him the cigarette, lighting another, putting the ashtray on his cum coated belly. We lay there smoking for a few minutes.
"That was great, Ike. Best I ever had."
"Thanks, Nick. First time I ever sold it. I needed some extra money and my buddy brought me here. But can I ask a personal question, Nick? Risking a tip?" I grinned at him.
"Believe me, you've got a good tip coming, Ike, so ask."
"Do you get off paying for it? Because you're a good looking guy. I know you're married, but I know a lot of married men who get it for free. To be honest, with your looks, body, dick and ass, you`d really be popular."
He laughed. "A hustler trying to convince a john to go get free sex?"
"First of all, I told you, this was an emergency thing. It really is the first time I ever sold my dick. I doubt that I'll do it often. So I'm not really a hustler. Second: the new owners are tough, so don't spread it around, or their big ape of a bouncer Bruno will bash me to dog shit. I was just asking. If you LIKE paying for it, that's your fucking business, man." I started to get up.
He out a hand on my arm to stop me, "No, I don't like it." He whispered. "I didn't realize that I liked guys until after I was married and had three kids, so when I found a friend in the same situation, and he brought me here, I thought this was my only option. About once a month, my friend and I take a room together for oral sex, but we both like to get fucked, and we both like getting fucked by tough guys. So I come back a few times a year for a real tough hustler to scratch that itch in my ass and be abusive, because I feel guilty. When I saw you, I decided to pay top dollar, since I didn't want anyone else getting to you first." He gave me a big grin. Man, he was handsome!
"Nick, are you ever near the College?"
"I live six blocks from North Gate. Why?"
"Ever hear of a wonderful thing called a glory hole? A hole between a couple of toilet stalls where men have anonymous sex?" He stared at me. "There are plenty of them around town, and some bars where men go downstairs, and check their clothes, and have sex for hours at end. But there is a great t-room, that's a toilet for sex, in the basement of the Administration Building on campus. Enter under the main stairs. About waist high, you'll find arrows carved into the bricks of the wall to guide you through the maze of hallways. They eventually lead you down a short hallway to a Men's Room where there is sexual activity 24 hours a day. You can meet men to date, or have sex through a glory hole, or together in a cubicle, or sometimes out in the open for everyone else to watch and even join in. If I meet you down there, I'll tell you about some of the other places. Ask some guys to take you to a bar called The Rusty Spike - but on a weeknight. I understand it gets pretty wild and dangerous on weekends. I have a buddy who lost his ass cherry by getting gang raped on a Saturday night there."
"So, you're gay, Ike? A tough guy like you?"
"Bisexual. The bruises on my face are from a fight over who gets to fuck this girl with amazing boobs on Halloween - the night before my birthday. She wanted it to be me, the guy who wants to marry her got jealous and started a fight. I toyed with him, messed his face up bad, then knocked him out and fucked his ass. He loved it and ended up spending last night in my bed."
"Wow. So you really are a tough guy. Are you a jock like the cute guy you came in with?"
"I'll be on the fencing team starting next quarter. So I guess I am a jock. I was second string football in high school."
"Ike, I could fall in love with you." He stroked my newly grown mustache.
"Don't, Nick. If I get seriously involved with a man, he has to be available for a long term relationship; so married men need not apply for the job of popping my ass cherry. I just realized I liked sucking cock and fucking ass last week, by the way, so I'm a lot more straight than gay, I guess. But then, I have a date with a guy tonight. So I gotta get going." Deciding to show him that I liked him, I leaned over, and gave him a deep, long kiss, then slapped his ass hard with a laugh. "Just so you don't think I'm getting soft. See you in that basement, Nick." I winked at him.
I got up and as I started to get dressed, Nick walked to the closet, and returned to me. Taking two folded bills, he pushed them in my jeans pocket. "A little tip." I left after he gave me a long, gentle kiss.
Nick was just walking out of his room "What a freak! Wanted me to slap him around before I screwed his loose ass, and never told me before. Well, he paid me good. How about you?"
"Tell you later. Let`s get the hell out of here."
When we got downstairs, Bruno and his little pal was waiting. "Your tips are yours. But you owe 10% of the negotiated fee." the man in suit barked at us.
I took out the $100 and Nick's eyes bugged. "Hey, Nicky, I took your advice and trailed him along, getting him hot, then told him $50 wasn't enough. I figured he'd up it to $60 and almost shit in my pants when he made it $100." The man took a $20 and handed me a $10. Nick had made $50. Before we left, Bruno cornered Nicky, put something in his pocket, then gave him a big hug and kiss. They whispered, looking close and cuddly. Well, as cuddly as Goliath could look hanging over young David. But then, we all know who won THAT fight!
The other man and I were stuck again watching the strange couple for a few minutes as they kissed and whispered. I couldn't help saying to the other man "Bruno seems to have stolen my date. Well, it's a one night date, because I won a bet with him. But it looks like Bruno won the war."
The other man sounded a bit disappointed. "I wish I knew before that Bruno was gay, because.."
"Buddy, he would have made a pass already if he was interested. Look how he jumped on Nicky. So don't feel bad. You just aren't his type. And before you look at me, I'm bisexual. That story about the fight over fucking that girl with massive knockers was 100% true. I just like an occasional trip to Queer-town. So I aint looking for a boyfriend. Although I wouldnt mind seeing Bruno naked and excited. As long as he wasn't going after my truly virgin ass." The man giggled. A car drove into the parking lot, and three young hustlers got out. Bruno kissed Nick goodbye and melted back into the shadows.
I had take my dewy-eyed buddy back to the car. "Amazing! The john liked me and we had a long talk, and he shoved a tip in my jeans." We got in the car. "Nick, pick up my pad and read what I wrote there before we got out of the car. Out loud."
He opened the pad and read, "I'm going to give whatever I make tonight as a prostitute to Nick, since it's HIS income for supporting himself, and I have a big trust fund allowance. It's just an adventure for me." I handed him the $90 and glared at him when he tried to argue. He looked like he was going to cry, so I gave him a hug.
Nick pulled another $20 from his jeans. "What did you get as a tip, Ike?"
"You can pull it out when we're alone in my room, unless I turned you off by all this. By the way, I faked it with him."
"What?"
"When he began to shoot, I rammed in and yelled how much I was cumming. Then I told him his pussy was so good, I was still hard, but I was saving it for my next customer. That would be you, buddy."
He grinned. "I faked it, too!" We both laughed. Then we kissed, long and slow. For a few minutes, he didn't seem to remember that big blond behemoth. I know it was temporary, but that was OK. I had no long term plans for Nicky other than friendship.
"Do you want to eat in this whorehouse, or someplace a little less emotionally explosive? Come to think of it, if we go back in, some more johns might bother us while we eat. And I DO want to be alone with you, Nicky, even if you ARE In love with Bruno." He blushed. "It's alright, Nicky. You're my buddy, not my boyfriend. I just hope that scholarship is available, so you can retire from hustling and feel better about dating Bruno, who I really do like. I'm scared shitless of him, but I think he'll treat YOU like a king." I began to drive back towards town.
"You were scared of him? But you were so calm when you were talking to him. Now, I was afraid I would shit in my pants, until he smiled at me. Then I knew he was..." I patted his hand.
"Maybe I should switch majors from writing to acting. I really bullshit guys so well. My trick thought was a real tough straight guy." We were getting close to town. "Actually, I knew when I started talking to him that he was tough but not a bully, so I knew as long as I stood my ground and let him know that I was NOT intimidated by his size, but also respected him as the superior fighter, we'd be fine. He wanted to know if I was a fighter, I told him I was. We knew we spoke the same language; our faces had the marks on it. I knew that he's a tough guy who's had a lot of fights, but not mean, vicious or nasty. I also knew that he was doing a job. If he had to, he would have broken our legs for cheating his bosses, but he wouldn't have taken any pleasure from it." Nick just stared at me. "I was the shortest, youngest kid in boxing class. I learned that I had to stand toe to toe with some bigger guys to get them to respect me, and found that often that meant that I had the fight won already, before we ever touched gloves. Hey, maybe I should major in psychology?" We laughed.
"I know a nice place near enough campus that I can park my baby safely in the lot there, and leave her there overnight. That way we can have a few drinks with dinner to celebrate my début as a hustler. You know, I actually had fun. I might do it again a few times, and bring some of my buddies along so they can try it out, too. I noticed a few older guys at the bar who looked more like hustlers than johns."
"Yeah, some of the johns like actual MEN hustlers. I saw this hot guy with grey hair, muscles and tattoos who looked like a construction worker working the bar a few times, and he seemed to do pretty good. So, Bruno doesn't bother you? I mean, me and Bruno?"
I laughed. "As long as you do not mention him again until after we have wake up sex." He looked at me to see if I was joking. I gave him an inscrutable look. He sighed and shrugged. Nicky had discovered that he could not figure me out as easily as he thought.
We had a great meal, with a bottle of wine. Nicky kept asking me about the tip that Nick-the-john had given me. I told him that since it was HIS money, he could take it from my pocket if he was willing to do it in a public place. I told him how I told Nick about the way to find the t-room, since I liked him.
When no one was looking, Nicky put two fingers in my pocket, and pulled out two bills. I was cutting my streak, when I heard him gasp. I looked over. He was holding two $100 bills! "Hey, I guess that makes me an EXPENSIVE fucking whore, Nicky! Now I'm sorry I told my john where the t-room was. I should have set up regular dates with him at the Inn. I could have created a scholarship for you myself, based on my cock and his hungry ass."
"Hey, don't joke about it, Ike. What we did was a crime, even if you had fun."
"No it wasn't." He started to argue. "Nicky, you're not from Williams County, are you?"
"Not even from this state. I'm from a small town in upstate New York, near Syracuse. But I HAVE been here long enough to know why there are so many people named Williams."
"That explains it. Williams County has some other odd things about it. My ancestor who was the first settler in the County, and who also wrote most of the laws for the county, was what I guess you what call a freethinker. His laws reflected his liberal philosophies. As long as it is done by a consenting, free adult over 17, gender not mentioned, prostitution is legal in this county, although some towns and cities have banned it. He wrote the law to ban slave owners from selling the sexual favors of his slaves, since he was anti-slavery. The Inn is outside of the town, in unincorporated county area. I saw the city limits sign as we drove there. In fact, it was in front of us where we parked to kiss. So what we did was legal. The Inn's original owners were really smart people. Liquor licenses are only required in towns and cities in the County. The State Liquor Authority took that one all the way to the Supreme Court after Prohibition, and lost. The County liquor selling laws predated the state laws. The county prostitution laws got upheld at the same time. Theres sort of an unspoken agreement not to turn it into a sex industry for tourists, but keep it local. But a lot of men, and some women, find out about how easy it is to find whorehouses in Williams County. Thats why this town has that huge convention center, and a lot of hotels with areas for conventions."
Nick didn't want to take the money, until I told him the amount of my monthly trust fund check, which was the first time he realized that although I'm not filthy rich, I have no need to sell my cock except for fun. I finally suggested he take the money and take Bruno someplace nice someday, after he retired when he got that scholarship. I had to keep reminding him that I liked Bruno, that I even found him attractive, and that I knew that the big muscle man would worship the ground Nick walked on if they made it past the first few confusing dates.
"How can you tell that?"
"Because the big muscle dolt already is half in love with you, and he's also scared shitless that he'll do something to turn you off or scare you. Nicky, you already have him by the balls, which I bet are massive. You have to decide if you want to keep him, because once you let him know how you feel about him, you'll have him forever. You won't be able to get rid of him. You have to decide first if that`s what you want."
"How come you're so smart, Ike?"
I snorted. "If I was THAT smart, I wouldn't have started that thing with that muscle-bound asshole Cum Dump. He's MY Bruno, and I think I'm stuck with him, unless he screws up, which he wont do, because he loves me for some strange reason. I realized that this afternoon. Unfortunately, I don't even LIKE him. At least you have a devoted slave who youre falling in love with." We laughed.
And then I thought sourly that if I was THAT smart, I'd figure out exactly what Jeff meant to me, and if he actually wanted more than a hot time with me.
Mildly drunk, we walked back to campus, to head to my bed and explore each other's bodies. And that's when we had a fantastic time.
But that is another story.
"The Date With Nick" to be continued in Part Two...
Note: Keep sending in your ideas for glory hole/toilet adventures, as well as your memoirs of your own sexual adventures of any kind! Or your hottest sexual fantasies.
Don't get to carried away with hustler FANTASIES, since it will be some time before the fictional Ike follows up and takes some friends back out to the Inn for some hustling adventures. But if you have actually DONE some sex-work, (or hired some hot - or not so hot, even terrible- hustlers) feel free to send me some of your adventures. With the right material, I might make his trip back there earlier, or create some other kind of hustling adventure. Perhaps when he tells some friends about his adventure, they'll confess their own rent-boy pasts. The advantage of so many older fuck-buddies who have led rough lives.
Copyright 2010 "Ike"
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author who can be contacted at Oldtimer25@gmail.com
Other stories by me are listed in the NIFTY archives under "Prolific Writers", under the name "Oldtimer25". Let me know how you like them, and if you have any suggestions for this series. Remember, it takes place in 1970-1971.