`The Glory Hole Sagas"
Chapter Seven
Sunday Morning, 6:30 AM
I woke up very early on a cool Sunday morning, and lay in bed contemplating how much my life had changed in less than a week. It was the end of October in 1970. I was about to turn 20 and was a sophomore in a small liberal arts college. In less than a week, I had discovered male-to-male sex through glory holes in an isolated men's room in the basement of the Administration building at my college; I had realized that my first two sex partners there were a good friend from my gym class and my favorite teacher; I had realized that there was a lot of action available in that toilet at all hours; I had confronted my teacher and buddy and had sex in bed with them both; I had finally spent the night in the arms of a person to whom I had made love for the first time in my life; and I had discovered a new aggressiveness and confidence in myself. I had also learned a new sexual vocabulary, including "glory hole", "T-room" and "bisexuality".
And as the icing on the cake, the night before one of my girlfriends had turned into a sex maniac! She had initiated sex at a drive-in movie which resulted in our putting on quite a sex show for the guys in the cars around my car! When she had to turn me down for a date for the night before my impending birthday due to a previous date, she made it up to me by giving me an inexpert but heartfelt suck job, and drinking my cum. She then informed me that she had never taken a guy's load in her mouth before. I had a hot little jock jealous of me because the girl he wanted to be his steady was paying attention to me suddenly, and I discovered that taunting him is almost as exciting as the hard fucking I'd realized I'd like to give his pert, muscular ass and handsome, arrogant face would be.
During those few days, I had a number of people, men and women, tell me I was good looking, masculine and sexy. I had never though of myself in those terms, but with each repeat of the compliments, my confidence rose and I was becoming a little more willing to see myself in that light. I had gotten drunk the night before contemplating this question, but in the gray light of a fall dawn, I wondered if I had been wrong about myself all my life.
Since my roommate was away for the weekend, I padded naked into the bathroom, and examined myself critically in the full length mirror attached to the door. Suddenly, I liked what I saw. I had a hairy body, which turned me on in other guys. I had a nice, husky build, a fat 9" cut cock and low hanging balls. Being critically honest, I had to admit that I had a handsome face, with a strong chin. I was in one of my periods where I was not wearing a mustache (which would change every few months at that time in my life), but the fact that I needed a shave made me look even more masculine to myself. It suddenly struck me that if I saw a guy who looked like me, I would be eager to have sex with him. A cocky light started to gleam in my eye as I stood taller and grinned at my reflection. Now I could see the difference in me that Nancy had commented on last night - a casual attitude about sex coupled with a calm confidence that was the result of my many sexual conquests and compliments in the last few days.
I lit a cigarette and ran my hands over my stiff nipples as I stared at myself with the smoke dangling between my full lips. My cock started to get hard. I pinched my nipples and my cock gave a jump. A hard twist on my tits, and I was fully hard. And to think that a week earlier, I didn't even know that my nipples could bring me such pleasure! After all the sex I had had the day before, I was slightly surprised to find that I was horny again so soon. And I knew that what I needed right then was cock. A lot of stiff, pulsing peckers. And gallons of delicious hot jism to drink. I yearned to sink my hard dick into a tight "man-cunt". Or more than one. As soon as possible.
Although it was just 6:30 AM on a Sunday, I threw on sneakers, my tightest jeans and leaving off a shirt, added the leather motorcycle jacket my mother had given me last Christmas. I looked in the mirror and my cock jumped in my jeans at the hot stud looking back at me. I remembered that I had promised myself to ask my body builder teacher/sex partner, Jeff, to teach me to pump iron, and looked forward to how much hotter my body would look then! I left my dorm and headed to the basement of the Admin Building. As I crossed the campus, I saw a casually dressed, handsome man in his late 30's walking towards me, and relished the admiration and lust in his eyes. I grinned and winked at him, and he looked disappointed - obviously he was on his way FROM the basement, having already had his fun. Jokingly, I pursed my lips as if disappointed, and almost laughed at the heartbroken look on his face. As I passed him, I whispered, "Well, some other morning".
Quickly he whispered "You're on, hot stuff. I`ll drain your balls so thoroughly, it will take you a week to get a hard on again."
I laughed. "I'll be 20 next week, I doubt if ANYONE could keep me from getting horny in a few hours. But you are certainly welcome to try!" We both laughed, and I slapped his ass playfully as he walked away. I was shocked at myself. I had never been comfortable joking with other men, let alone about my sex life!
I followed the arrows carved into the bricks of the confusing arched corridors of the basement to the dead end hallway where "my special" men's room was almost hidden. The hallway was almost opposite the office of Jeff Hamilton, my muscular redheaded English instructor, in whose arms I had happily slept in on Friday night. Just looking at his closed office door made my dick spit out a shot of lube, and a slick wet spot gleamed on the cloth over the head of my obviously hard cock. Wondering what exciting adventures awaited for me inside, I opened the door and walked around the small wall that lead into the room.
At that hour, no one was pretending to be in this isolated toilet in an empty building for the purposes for which it was originally built. All three stalls were occupied, and the obvious sounds of vigorous sex could be heard echoing in the brick walled room. I was surprised at the number and variety of the men standing around. I was mildly surprised to realize that I was beginning to recognize some of them from the T-room, and that I also recognized at some of them from around the campus.
One of the guys in the room was a very young man who wore the uniform of a gas station attendant, who I had sucked off the other morning. There was the tall jock in a letter jacket who I had watched get fucked long, hard and raw by a businessman one morning, and a tall, skinny black guy named Earl who had been in my Biology class last spring. There were two other students and a man about 30 in work clothes standing around. I had seen all three down here, or coming in or out of the basement in the last few days.
I went to the urinal and took out my almost totally hard cock. The man in the work clothes walked over to stand next to me, holding 6" of fat hard uncut cock in his rough hands. We stood there slowly jerking, watching each other. He spit on his hand, and reaching over, took hold of my big boner, jerking it slowly. I spit on my hand, and did the same to him. We looked at each others faces as we slowly pulled on each others pricks. I was looked over, and the two students I vaguely recognized had their cocks out, and were jerking each other off as they kissed. One bent over, and took the other one's hot horn in his mouth, producing a deep groan from his partner. Throwing caution to the wind, I knelt in front of the working man, and took his entire cock into my mouth. He hissed "Oh, fuck, yeah baby. Suck my prick..." as his hands grabbed my face. He began to slowly fuck my face as I pulled on his hairy balls. I let go of his cock, and started to lick his balls. He took a deep breath, and groaned 'Oh, yeah! I fuckin' love that!" I licked and chewed his balls while slowly jerking on his hard-on. He went wild! His hands were all over my head, petting me as he moaned in pleasure.
I felt someone near me, and realized the Earl was squatting next to us, watching me lick those balls with a grin on his face. I stopped long enough to wink and whisper "Hey, Earl, fancy meeting you here!" He giggled in response. I looked over and saw that the 2 students had traded places.
The door to the first stall opened, and a guy from my fencing class swaggered out, his saliva covered cock still hanging from his fly. He walked over to the urinal next to us and pissed. I could smell a lot of beer and pot on his body. I looked up at him from the floor and winked at him with a grin. He looked afraid when he recognized me, until it sunk though his brain what I was doing. He grinned back at me as he pulled up his zipper, patted my cheek, and staggered from the room, whistling. A man in his 20's, wearing the uniform of a waiter at a popular restaurant near the school walked out of the stall, licking his lips. His long cock was also hanging out of his fly, and dripped cum. He walked over to the urinal and also pissed.
I quickly stood up and pulled my partner into the cubicle by his balls. As I sat down on the toilet, I peeked through the glory hole to the next stall, and was surprised to see a short, balding muscle man (he was nude) fucking a cop in full uniform, except that his pants were around his ankles! The cop had his arms up against the door, and the powerful man behind him fucked him so hard that he grunted with each slamming stroke into his ass.
The working man closed the door, and stood over me. I smiled up at him. He peeked through the hole and gave a low whistle. He whispered to me. "That cop is my fuckin' cousin. I never knew he was a fag, too! Look at him take that cock in his man-pussy."
I grinned at him. "Looks like family reunions might have just gotten more interesting for the two of you, buddy."
He chuckled. "Oh, I ain't waiting `til the Fourth of July to tap that hot cop butt. He's getting an invitation to come over for some beers on his next night off. I'm gonna answer the door naked and hard. That should cause the motherfucker to shit in his pants!"
He pulled me to my feet. The workman started to lick my chest all over, nipping my nipples whenever he got to them. To my surprise, he pushed my arms behind my neck and proceeded to lick out my arm pits, which I found a real turn on. Then he pushed me back onto the toilet. I reached out and pulled him to me by his hard boner, and swallowed it again. He grabbed my ears and began to fuck my face harder. I wet a finger and worked it up his ass crack, and he squatted slightly to let my finger into his asshole. I jiggled around in his tight hole, and found the right spot. He gasped "Aw, fuckin' shit! Gawddamn!" and shot a big load that tasted sort of like coffee into my mouth.
My partner slumped against the door, catching his breath. He bent over to peeked through the glory hole again, and I joined him. As we watched, the muscle man rammed deep into the cop and gave a gasp as his face contorted in his orgasm. He pushed the cop to his knees and forced his still hard his cock in the cop's mouth to clean it while he put his clothes back on, then pulled up his zipper and left the stall without saying a word. The cop relocked the stall, and sat on the crapper jerking his hard dick as fast as he could. My partner whispered in my ear "I want to try something. Stick your hard on through the hole, man." I did, and I felt a mouth swallow me to the root in nothing flat.
"Aw, fuck. He sucks cock as good as he takes dick up the ass!" I gasped.
The cop stopped, and chuckled: "Thanks, man. Nice to know I'm appreciated", then went back to sucking my cock like a fucking Hoover. The worker stood watching me as his cop cousin gobbled on my pecker like it was his last meal. As I groaned and cursed about how good the cop was, he started to get a hard on again. He knelt behind me and spread my ass cheeks, licking my ass hole with gusto.
I looked over my shoulder and whispered. "That feels fuckin' hot, but just so you know, I don't take dick in the ass. Fingers and tongues only. OK?" He patted my ass to let me know he got the message, and after five minutes of licking my ass while his cousin took me deep in his throat, he worked a wet finger into my tight butt. He managed to find my "magic spot" right away, and poked it a few times. I grunted "Oh, fuck, yeah, that's sending me over the top, buddy. The cocksucker's gonna get his fuckin' reward.... in.. just.. oh,. fuck, NOW!" I shot a load into the cop's mouth. The second I pulled my cock out, my ass eating friend was up and had his hard dick in the cop's suctioning mouth.
I sat and lit a cigarette, finished it, pulled on my pants and left the cubicle. The other guy stopped fucking his cousin's face long enough to lock the door. Now, there was a lot of action going in in the room. Earl was on his knees, sucking the massive cock of a tall blond guy of about 45 who was leaning against a wall, his knees shaking. From the guy's reaction, Earl appeared to be an excellent practitioner of the art of deep throating very well hung studs. I stood watching that fat 12" dick slide down Earl's throat, and pull out so just the head was in his full lips.
Like he did before, the gas station guy just watched the action, his hand on his crotch. The waiter who had blown the guy from my gym class was standing next to the urinal, and a guy in a jeans and a wedding ring was on his knees, sucking the young man while jerking off. The two students were still at it, trading blow jobs and kisses. All three stalls were occupied.
Then I saw him. A rugged looking man about 40 was standing at the urinals, his soft cock in his hand, but not pissing. He looked at me and jerked on his cock a few times as I looked at him. Even dressed in street clothes and a jacket, I recognized one of the college security guards. I had noticed this particular officer in the past because he always seemed to exude authority, strength and... well, masculinity when I saw him patrolling the campus.
I had always found him attractive, but until now had never thought of him in a sexual way. He had wide shoulders and powerful looking arms even when dressed in his uniform.
Next to him stood a short, blond, chubby man who was about 50. He had his hard cock in his hand, and was staring at the guard's dick. The short guy had been blessed with a truly spectacular penis. It was at least 11 inches long, and as fat as my wrist. It would have looked great on my 6'1" body, but on a guy who was no more than 5'6", it looked like an exceptionally potent weapon. And he had a pair of balls hanging down that would have made a stud stallion jealous! Although chubby and mature, he was still an extremely handsome man. Sometimes, life is just unfair!
A tough looking boy of about 17 in a leather jacket and biker boots leaned against the wall, pretending to ignore everyone, his eyes darting around constantly and his hand resting on his obviously hard cock. He was defiantly toking on a joint as he glared sporadically at the older men in the room, who on the whole were ignoring him. His eyes were the first to focus on the spot of precum leaking through my tight jeans. The only person he seemed to ignore was the gas station attendant, who in turn never looked at him.
The guard had been ignoring the older man, but the jock stared at that big cock and squirmed. I could tell he was eager to feel it pounding into his ass, and at the same moment the short blond became aware of the attention the hot jock was paying to his cock. The jock was leaning against one of the stall doors, and the sounds of an orgasm was coming from the booth. A few minutes later, the last stall door opened and a man in his 40's, dressed in a rumpled suit and a wedding ring, came out wiping his lips. A trail of cum ran down his chin, and there was a lot of cum on his lap - he had obviously shot a load while sucking whoever was in the next booth. As he staggered passed me I could smell a lot of booze, and his eyes were red. But he had a big grin on his face. He stopped to watch the married man sucking the waiter, fascinated. I was willing to bet that the drunk would offer to finish off the married stud after he was done with the waiter. In fact, the cocksucking married man must have come to the same conclusion, because he stopped beating his meat.
A few seconds later, the same stall door opened again, and a tall, muscular black man in the uniform of a college maintenance man and a wedding ring walked out, grinning, pulling his zipper up. He stopped, looked at me and nodded, then walked over to some cleaning equipment I hadn't noticed and began to clean the room as if it were empty. From the way he nodded at me, I wondered if this was the well hung black stud on whose proud prick I had learned how to deep throat with Sam`s help.
The jock scooted into the stall and stood in the door, staring at the older blonde with the monster dick while rubbing his buns. The blonde wasn't stupid. He walked up to the student and stared him in the eyes. The student quickly lowered his head and meekly stepped aside. The door closed, and their low voices could be heard, followed by the sounds of a hand slapping against flesh, and more talking. The center stall door opened, and the cop left, almost running. A second later, his cousin ran from the first stall and followed the cop into the hall. I heard him call out, and some loud and angry voices, which quickly became raucous and raunchy laughter as their voices disappeared down the hall. I guess the family reunion started a little early!
I ran over to the empty center booth, dropped my jeans and sat on the toilet, the door open, my jacket still on. I found all the guys in the room attractive, even the young punk, so I decided to leave up to fate and the aggressiveness of the men in the toilet which I would have sex with next. I was sure that I wouldn't stop at just one.
I peeked through the glory hole into the first stall, and I saw two students were now naked and kissing each. As I watched, one sank to his knees and began to suck the other, who groaned in pleasure, his hands cupping the cocksuckers head as he began to thrust into his partners eager mouth. The cocksucker rammed a finger into his partners ass, who moaned "Oh, fuck, yeah!"
I looked though the other hole and saw the hot jock naked on his knees in front of the chubby blonde, his hands behind his neck. The blonde was still totally dressed, except for his massive cock and bull balls that filled the opening of his pants. I could hear the student pleading with the older man to allow him to service him. The older man, in a surprisingly deep voice, brusquely ordered the student to describe the degrading things he was willing to do to please him. The student's voice was low, and I couldn't quite make out what he said, but the blonde obviously liked what he heard. He reached down and grabbed the kid's very prominent nipples, and used them to pull him to his feet. He whispered in the young man's ear, and the kid nodded, a gleam in his eyes. He bent over to allow his new friend to spank his ass about 10 times, really hard and loud. I could see the youth wince at each blow, and heard him crisply reply "Thank you, Sir!" after each smack. As the older man put his "equipment" away, the student quickly dressed, and they left the room together, the mans hand on the students ass.
The light through the door to my stall became blocked, so I looked up. The powerful looking guard was standing there, his legs wide apart and his arms folded as he looked at me. He took out a flask and took a deep drink, offering it to me as he authoritatively entered the cubicle and closed the door. I took a gulp of the whisky in the flask, and was proud that I managed not to choke as it burned it's way down my throat.
The man wasn't conventionally handsome, but his powerful looking body, his confident manner and his rugged face made him really hot. As I said, he exuded a masculine aura that you could almost smell. I smiled at him as I handed him back his flask. He took another swallow, then walked so that he stood between my legs, his crotch in my face. In a deep voice, he ordered me "Open my fuckin' pants, punk." When I reached for his zipper, he shook his head. "Belt first, punk." I opened the belt and his waistband, then pulled down his zipper. His pants slid down his muscular legs to the floor. He wasn't wearing underwear, but had a leather strap around his cock and balls, which emphasized them even more.
If I had not found my closeted roommates gay porn collection, I would have been puzzled, but I had seen cock rings in the pictures, and even some descriptive ads for them. The man was semi-hard, and his uncut cock was a good 7" long and pretty fat. I sat admiring it, and his heavy hanging balls which were almost hairless. "Clean out my foreskin with your fuckin' tongue, punk." I reached for his cock, causing him to growl "Just your mouth, you fuckin' asswipe!" The way he was calling me names and taking control had me totally turned on, and I was hard and dripping again. I leaned forward and licked his cock head, getting a drop of precum that had just appeared there. There was a strong, cheesy smell to his crotch, which was not at all unpleasant. In fact, it smelled very sexy. In the next few years, I would grow to really like that smell.
I held the head between my lips as I worked my tongue under the foreskin. As new as I was to being a cocksucker, I had already developed an appreciation for foreskins, although cut myself. My tongue encountered small chunks of a strong tasting substance, and I licked them out of the foreskin and savored the taste in my mouth with a contented sigh. The man grunted, obviously pleased at my performance so far. I kept tonguing the inside of his cock-hood and gave it a good cleaning as I felt his prick grow between my lips. The skin was rolling back as he got harder, and finally the head pushed totally through and whatever foreskin was left popped behind the ridge of his very fat cockhead.
A powerful hand grasped the top of my head, and began to force my mouth on to the now rigid prong. My jaws stretched to accommodate the extremely fat head, and I was surprised to discover that the shaft was quite a bit narrower once my lips moved past the head. Both strong hands held my head now, and with a grunt, the guard's hips jerked forward, sinking his entire cock into my throat, my nose buried in his furry pubes. I had expected a much longer cock, and was happy that I could take him into my throat with no problem. I'm one of those guys who's cock almost doubles in size from soft to hard, and I was still getting used to guys who only got a little longer and fatter. His hard on was only about 7 1/2", but a lot fatter in the head. He began to fuck my face in slow, even, deep strokes, grunting each time my throat gripped the fat head of his dick.
I had become curious about the man's body. It looked powerful and muscular under the shirt and jacket he was wearing, and his legs were certainly muscular. I put my hands on his waist, and when he didn't object, slowly ran my hand up. His belly was thick, but solid, and he had a moderate amount of hair. My hands pushed up in his shirt to his prominent and erect nipples, and I gave them a hard twist. He moaned and rammed his cock so deep in my mouth I gagged a little, mostly from surprise. His hands let go of my head as his hips continued to fuck my mouth, and I peered up as he unbuttoned his shirt and removed it and his jacket.
He pulled out of my mouth to turn and hang his shirt and jacket on the hook on the back of the door. He took another swig from the flask and offered it to me. After I took a larger swig than before, he turned and put it in the jacket pocket, giving me a good look at his muscular, hairy ass. I ran my hand over his ass and sighed. "Not yet, boy. You`ll be worshiping that butt soon enough." his deep voice stated crisply.
He turned and let me admire his powerful body. It wasn't the sculpted body of a weightlifter, but solid and firm. He had the beginnings of a beer belly that was still mostly solid muscle. His arms and shoulders showed that he had worked hard all his life at physical labor. He had a tattoo on his left shoulder, which was a rare thing in those days. When he saw the admiration in my eyes, he gave me a tight smile and took some muscle man poses, showing off his body for me. My hand reached under my leather jacket as I twisted my own nipples while I enjoyed the show. From the first cubicle, I could hear one of the students announcing the arrival of his orgasm quite loudly, and with a few curse words that were new to me. When he had both hands behind his neck and was flexing himself like a cobra, I ran my hands back up his chest to his nipples and started to twist them again. I saw his cock jump and a spurt of precum ooze from his wide piss hole when I did this. Still pulling on his nipples, I leaned over and licked up his dick-honey.
My powerfully built partner reached down into my jacket, and grabbed my nipples, twisting them. He pulled hard on them, and it took me a few seconds of pain to realize he was pulling me to my feet. As I stood up, I looked to the glory hole to the last booth, and saw an eye watching me. From the black skin around it, I identified my skinny former classmate. I grinned at Earl as the guard pulled me into his arms, and surprised me with a deep kiss, forcing his boozy tongue into my mouth. I guess I hadn't expected such a manly man to kiss me. His hand went to my ass, trying to push into my asshole. I decided to establish my limits, so I pushed it off the asscrack and onto my firm bun. His hand wandered back to my asscrack, and I again reached back and pushed it away as my other hand wandered to HIS asscrack.
When his hand went back to my crack again, I decided to be as terse as he had been, and broke our kiss to whisper "Cherry ass - not open to discussion. Period."
He grunted "OK. Too bad, you'd have loved it. Your fuckin' loss, punk. Do ya' eat ass, punk?"
"Fuck, yeah, I do."
He slapped my ass hard and said "That's `fuck yeah I do, SIR.', fuckin' punk-ass." and slapped my ass again.
"Yes, SIR, I fucking do eat ass, SIR! And I fuck the hell out of ass, too... SIR."
For the first time, the man laughed. "We'll see about that, punk boy. When fuckin pigs fly, maybe... Well, Ill say this for you, kid, you got some fuckin balls going after MY ass." He pushed me back onto the toilet, turned and spread his cheeks as he bent forward. For the first time, I was presented with a not so clean ass. I could smell the traces of his shit on his ass, but having already agreed to eat his ass, I felt like I had to give it the old college try. I spread his cheeks further, and could see that the area around the asshole itself looked clean, and what I had smelled were a few dingleberries of dried shit on some of the long hairs further up his ass-cheeks. I took a lick, and actually tasted a little soap. I dived in, ramming my tongue through the ass-ring, causing him to groan "Oh, fucking shit, that's good." I went to town, licking and probing with my tongue, prying the hole open wider with my fingers. After about ten minutes of fucking his hole with my tongue, one of my finger pushed quickly into his hole, to be pulled out before he could object. As I kept doing that, he began to groan "Fuck, yeah, that feels good" in response to my finger fucking, and so I pushed it in deeper and more often.
I stopped the finger action for a few seconds, just eating his hole, and then heard him growl, "Get that fucking finger back in my gawddamned asshole, punk!" I pushed my entire finger in as he sighed, reaching around with my other hand to feel his prick. It was as hard as iron, and the head was slick with precum. I wet up two fingers with the goo on his cockhead, and replaced the one finger with the two. He jerked as he felt two fingers ram into his guts, but I must have found his ass nut, because he just let out a loud "Oh, fuck, YEAH!" and pushed back against my hand. I began to fuck his ass with my finger harder and faster, twisting my hand at the same time. He pulled away from me, and took out his flask again. He took a deep swig, and handed it to me. After I took a swig, he finished off the flask as he stood there, slowly jerking his hard cock as he stared at me.
He put the flask away, then leaned down and grabbing my jacket, pulled me to my feet. We stared into each others eyes as the sounds of a second orgasm came from the two students in the first cubicle. The stare lasted for a long time, totally silent. I could hear the students pulling their clothes together and someone entering and locking the stall as they left. My partner's hand reached down to my cock, and held it, as if evaluating it. In a whisper, I heard him say "I can't believe I'm considering this. I don't get fucked. It's been five years since I took a cock in my ass. I do the fucking! I`m the fucking man!"
I threw caution to the wind and grabbed his face, forcing my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues dueled inside his mouth. I broke the kiss, and growled, "I guess today you DO get fucked, tough man. And you're going to fucking love my punk cock in your tough, tight ass. You`ll still be a fucking man, stud. One of the hottest, most masculine men I know. Just one with a well fucked ass." I forced the kiss on him again, and I could feel his powerful muscles slowly relax as he surrendered to me. I felt like I was nine feet tall, dominating such a powerful, manly stud against his usual inclinations.
I ended the kiss, and whispered in his ear, "I'm honored to be the first man you've allowed in that beautiful, manly ass for five years, stud man." I began to lick the inside of his ear, causing him to moan and clutch at my body.
Finally, he said "Just start slow, man. Take your time - I want to be able to start enjoying it."
"How do you want it, tough man?" Although I would have like to take this tough stud to my room for a long, leisurely fucking, I knew that a delay would probably result with him changing his mind. And perhaps with his turning violent on me in reaction to my challenging his dominance.
"Sit on the toilet, and I'll slowly sit on it, at first. But first, why don't you let one of these horny bastards get it wet." Earl's eye was immediately replaced by full lips with a tongue sticking out. I grinned at my partner as I moved to the glory hole and pushed my hard cock into the willing mouth. The guy was a great cocksucker! If I wasn't about to fuck the muscular ass of one of the most masculine men I had ever met, I would have taken HIM back to my room to suck me for a few hours. That would have been an interesting way to let my closet case roommate know I was into man-sex!
I heard a slurping behind me and looked over my shoulder. My partner was fucking the face of whoever was in the other stall. I reached back and slapped that hot, hairy ass as hard as I could. "Hey, tough guy. That load belongs to me. Cut it out!" He pulled out of the sucking mouth right away, staring at me in surprise. I could hear the man in the other booth groan in disappointment.
The tough guard, who had removed his pants by now, walked up behind me and hugged me tightly around the waist, his hard, wet cock poking at my asscrack. "Yes, SIR. And remember, that load down there fucking belongs to ME!"
I laughed at that as he pulled me away from the delicious sucking lips, whispering "Sorry about that, Earl. Later." My new fuck buddy took off my jacket and hung it with his clothes, and stopped to run his hands over my body. "Fuck yeah, you sure are all man, kid." He kept looking at me, the lust in his eyes mingled with some fear. "Let's do this before I wise up and fucking rape your faggot ass-cunt instead." I remembered what Jeff had told me about guys who had to establish their masculinity by verbally (or even physically) attacking the man who turns them on.
I sat on the toilet, my legs spread, and slapped my lap in invitation. He straddled me, facing me, and reached back to hold my rigid member. He placed it against his wet asshole, and pushed down. He hissed as I felt it pop through the anal ring, and a spasm of pain crossed his rugged face. I put my hand on his ass to stop him, and kissed him on his lips. "Take your time, stud. And just so you know, I don't think that you taking my cock up your hot, hairy butt makes you any less of a fucking man. I think you are one of the toughest, most masculine men I've ever met, and I thought that about your before tonight, whenever I`d see you on patrol on campus. Getting fucked is just one way real men can pleasure each other."
"Then why wouldn't you let me screw your punk ass?" he asked, with some anger in his voice. He pushed down, and about 2 inches of my cock slipped into his guts as another pain spasm crossed his face.
"Because I've only started having sex with other guys recently, and I decide to save my cherry for the right guy and the right situation. Who knows, you might end up to be the lucky man, but I promise you, if you aren't the one you'll get a crack at my asshole as soon as I'm broken in. OK, stud man?"
He grinned at me as he understood what I was saying, and another 2 inches slid in. This time he groaned, but there was no wincing. "I'm gonna be fucking holding you to that, punk. And the first time I DO fuck your sweet ass, it will be in MY bed. I'm gonna make it last a long, long time."
I ran my hand down his back, and he let go and slid down so that his asscheeks nestled in my pubic hair. "Oh, fuck!" he moaned as he sat there, adjusting. I noticed he had not lost his hard on, and in fact, had shot out a big squirt of precum when I was totally in him. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him to me, then let him slide back, holding his body firmly as he rocked slightly, relaxing his man-cunt.
He used is muscular legs to start riding up and down on my cock. I leaned down and bit one of his nipples, causing his ass to contract violently. He moaned "Oh, fuck, do that more, man!" I kept biting his nipples, alternating with grabbing his head and forcing deep kisses on him. I began to hump up into him as he was riding down onto my cock. Soon he was breathing heavy and cursing under his breath. I grabbed his head and licked his ear, then whispered "I'm not in any rush if you're not. I'd like THIS fuck to last a long, long time, too."
He nodded as he stopped moving. His ass was spasming so hard I expected him to cum, but he got himself under control. He slowly pulled off of me, stood up and leaned against the wall where the Earl's black face was watching. He inserted his cock into the glory hole and said to me "Fuck me good and hard, now." I heard Earl's mouth slurping on that fat cockhead. I moved over and rammed in as hard as I could. He shouted "Oh, fucking shit!" but put his hand back to prevent me from pulling out. I start a slow fuck, ramming deep into him on each in stroke, slowly pulling out so that just the head was in him on the out stroke. He began to babble unconnected curse words, sporadically yelling "Oh, yes. Fuck, YES!" I kept fucking his tight hole as I kiss his neck and lick his ear. I reach around once in a while to twist a nipple, to feel his ass contract hard around my deeply buried bone.
He gasped at me, "May I let this great cocksucker have my first load, Sir? If you keep fucking me like this, I KNOW I will have another load for you real soon. PLEASE? The cocksucker is so fucking goooood!"
Aloud I say "Give that great cocksucker a reward, punk. Shoot a load in his happy mouth. Flood his tummy with your fucking seed!" The combination of Earl's sucking mouth and my dirty talk was too much for him, and I felt his ass spasm as he growled like an animal. I could hear the slurps of Earl eating his hot load.
I pulled out of him, and bent him over the toilet tank, ramming back in hard as he shouted "Oh, YEAH! Do it to me! Treat me like a real man deserves to be treated!" I had no idea what he was thinking as he said that, but it obviously helped him remain turned on, because a few seconds later, I reached around and discovered that his prick was as hard as it had ever been.
I kept fucking him hard. I heard Earl open the door to his stall, but not leave. Within a few seconds, I heard the door close and the sounds of cocksucking coming from that stall. Someone was getting fucked in the other stall. I was wondering how much longer I could last with all this stimulation of sounds and smells, not to mention the tightest ass I had yet fucked. The guard was ramming his ass back towards me on each in stroke, muttering "Oh, yeah" each time. Then he began to say "Oh, fuck, yeah! Fill my fuckin' man-hole with your hot fuckin' jizz, man. Let me feel what a real man has for me. Fuck me, stud man, and fill me with your jizz.!"
That got to me, and soon I was ramming deeper into him as I shouted "Take my fucking load of seed, stud! Feel a real man's fuckin' cum flood your man-hole! YEAH!!!!" I unloaded a big load of cum into his tight guts.
He was breathing hard and going "Oh, fuck. yeah, gonna cum! Gonna fuckin` cum!" As I twirled him around and knelt I said "Show me what a real man's load is like, stud!" I swallowed his cock and rammed three fingers into his wet, well fucked hole. He grabbed my head and fucked my throat for a few strokes. That incredibly fat cockhead seemed to get even fatter, and I slipped it back so that it lay on my tongue. He groaned "Aw, FUCK, take it, punk!" as he filled my mouth with a big, sweet and salty load. If this was a second load, I had to wonder what size load Earl had gotten!
He sat on the toilet, and for lack of any other place, I sat on his lap, grabbing his head and forcing some of his cum into his mouth. He tried to resist at first, but then gave in, moaning in pleasure as we shared his load. He got up and started to get dressed. The guys fucking in the first booth were coming to a noisy mutual orgasm.
"I'm Ike, by the way. I won't forget my promise to you, stud. My ass will be in your bed some day, maybe soon."
He turned and shook my hand. "Dan Taylor. You know where to find me, on patrol on campus. And Ike? Would you... would you maybe.. Would you fuckin' go out with me on a.. on a date?"
"Fuck, yeah. I'd love that. But why?"
"I want to try to convince you to let me be the man to bust that hot cherry. And I want to be with someone as manly as you, who doesn't treat me like shit if I let down my guard once in a while and ask for a cock in my ass. The last guy who fucked me would call me names and insult my manhood every time he did it, and never let me fuck him, although I had to watch while other guys fucked him. That's when I became so... well.. so crazy about being a "real man". You may help me become.. I don't know... a real PERSON, instead."
I kissed Dan, "I'll go out with you whenever you want, Dan. Even if my ass won't be the main course, I'd still like to spend time in a bed with you. Hopefully the entire night. Hell, I wouldn`t mind spending an entire weekend in your bed."
He looked surprised, and actually blushed. "How about Thursday evening, since I have the next day off."
We agreed to meet at the parking lot Thursday at 5 PM. As Dan left, I muttered "I better get myself a date book, before I make 2 dates on one night."
I locked the door and sat down, lighting a cigarette. The smell of pot came from the first stall, suggesting that the young punk was still around. First I looked into Earl's stall, and saw him getting fucked by the gas station attendant. I peaked through the other glory hole, and the punk in the leather jacket was there, lounging against the opposite wall, toking away. He had taken off his clothes, and put back on his leather jacket and his biker boots. He had a smooth, sinewy body, with a long, thin cut cock and surprisingly small balls. He was running his hand over his body as he smoked his joint. When he saw my eye in the glory hole, he sauntered over and offered me the joint. I took a deep toke and handed it back, staring at his now totally hard cock. I put my lips against the hole and licked them. I felt the spongy flesh of his cockhead against my lips and opened them wide to take his prick into my mouth. He pressed into the hole, and then stood still. I began to work my way up and down that 9" column of flesh with my lips and tongue and throat. He groaned "Fuck, yeah! Suck my prick, man. Make me cum in your cocksucking mouth. Fucking hot cocksucking mouth.... Oh, fucking hot..."
I heard the gas station attendant, who I know had a hair trigger, cum in Earl, and then offer to buy him breakfast. They left together. Some one else entered the now empty stall, and they began fucking.
He continued to tell me what a good cocksucker I was as I worked on his hard horn. He must have been very horny, since in about three minutes he flooded my mouth with a thick load of salty cum that tasted a little like pot, without any warning. When he didn't leave the stall, I shoved my renewed erection into the hole. At first he didn't do anything, and finally touched it. Then he licked it, once. I heard him kneel near the hole, and felt his hot breath on my cock. I suddenly understood. I said "First time, stud?"
A soft "Yeah. I wanna, but I'm not sure,,,"
"Just do what makes you comfortable, stud. OK? No pressure." I felt him lick me a few times, then he took me in his mouth and began to suck the head as he used a wet hand to jerk the rest of my cock. "That's perfect, stud. A great way to learn. Suck my cockhead, man, while you jerk me off with your hand. Make me shoot like I made you shoot." I felt his hand pull on my balls as the other one pumped my cock. His mouth had some good suction on my cockhead, and I let myself relax. I figured if I come fairly fast, he might be more comfortable. I wet two fingers and worked them into my own ass, and found my ass-nut. I jiggled it and my cock pulsed in his mouth. I heard him gasp, and felt him suck even harder, taking about 2 inches of my cock into his inexperienced mouth this time. "I'm gonna cum soon, stud. You ready to drink your first load of a real man's spunk?"
He stopped long enough to say "Hell, yes. I've been ready for three years!" and he wrapped his lips around my cock and forced his head down to take about half of my cock into his mouth.
I shouted "Oh, fuck!" and shot a load into his mouth. I heard him choke a little, but he kept his mouth on my cock until all the cum was gone. "That was great, little buddy. Cummon, I`ll buy you breakfast."
He was silent as I got dressed, then he said "Uh, would you mind if I stayed here and sucked some more cock, man?"
I laughed. "Not at all. I know the feeling. Enjoy yourself, little punk stud."
He giggled when I called him that, and I wondered if I had made too high an estimate on his age. I went to the dining hall to have breakfast, and found myself flirting with this redheaded stud who flirted with me earlier in the week at lunch. Just like the last time, he was with some other young men. When I finished eating, I stood and put my hand to crotch, and cocked my head towards the door invitingly. His eyes widened, he licked his lips, but he nodded his head towards the guys he was with and gave a tiny shrug. I mouthed "Next time" at him and slowly walked away from him, giving him a good look at my ass. When I got to the door, I turned and looked back, He had a look of actual pain on his cute face. Since none of his buddies were looking at me, I gave him a jaunty salute and left.
Exhausted, I end back to my dorm room and took a nap for a few hours. I woke a few hours later and did a lot of studying and reading. I finished the latest draft of my short story, and got a boner thinking about Jeff Hamilton and his hot body. By time I was finished with the revision, I was horny as hell, and I considered another trip down to the glory holes. But I remembered that in a few hours I would be confronting my roommate, Matt, about the secret my sex buddy Sam had found in his dresser drawer the previous afternoon. I was hoping that letting Matt know I was aware of his extensive hidden collection of gay porn would end up with my bone buried in Matt's tight jock ass.
But that is another story.