Pro Footballer visits a Glory Hole
By Buck Jones
Victor Strelsky at 26 had reached his dream of being drafted by the Pittsburg Steelers. His dad had begun promoting his football abilities in the eighth grade. He had a gift. He found the ball and the ball found him. Victor sailed through high school into college on his athletic abilities. Turning pro was the natural step in Victor's career. There was just one glitch: Victor is gay and he knows well that gay doesn't play well in the NFL. Victor has become the supreme actor, convincing himself that his dating is serious and his relationships with women can lead somewhere. Victor performs well in bed because he knows that hot gossip is a career builder. The more they talk, the more important he becomes.
However, a hollowness is always stinging at the core of his wanting to be himself... to be with another man and experience his deepest desires.
So it hits him out of the blue when another more seasoned player outs him in the locker room.
The locker room has emptied after practice, and only Lamar is finishing up as Victor is. Of course, there has been the conscious avoidance of looking too intensively at another player at any time despite the Olympian comradery.
Lamar begins, "I just want you to know you don't have to play your game with me."
"And just what do you mean by that?"
"You know what I mean by that. Image is one thing; the real person is another. Let's just say that Lamar know what evil lurks in the heart of man."
"I don't have any evil lurking in my heart."
"Oh, yes, you do. You have something that the league perceives as evil."
"Like, what?"
"Like who you really want to go to bed with."
"I fuck women. No big deal."
"But that's not what you really want. You want dick."
"Fuckin', man... forget talking that shit."
"Like I said, you don't have to defend yourself to me. In fact, I'll let you in on a little, well, not so little secret: Charleroi... about 25 miles south. There's an off the road, discrete adult bookstore with a regular who will make you shake, rattle, and roll. He's old, not too much of a shape, bald, but he's got a dick that will drive you wild. He'll suck you like you've never been sucked in your life, and he'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I'm not saying you'd enjoy the experience or anything, but just thought you'd like to know. And don't be surprised if you happen to run into another team member there, too. Just saying."
"I fuck women."
"Sure, you do."
Lamar finishes dressing and filling his bag. Lamar disappears.
Victor has never had anybody speak to him that way before. He questions his every move since joining the Steelers. He knows he has done nothing differently than he has in the past, which has always masked his true interior self from the world, from those who may suspect he isn't straight. He couldn't argue with Lamar, but he wondered if Lamar has spread the word about him. He'd know the next time the team would be together. He'd gage their reactions to see what Lamar had done.
Despite the fear of being discovered¸ Victor couldn't get the story and the directions that Lamar gave him out of his head. 25 miles away. Great cocksucker. The thought intrigued him. The thought kept running itself through his head. He knew he'd have some free time, and he'd drive a rental car so no one would recognize his distinct ride.
The next day the locker room and practice are fine. Victor feels no distance from his fellow players. Even Lamar plays it as the conversation had never occurred.
Victor keeps debating within himself whether or not to find this spot, this hidden den of the flesh and indulge himself there, hoping to meet the man Lamar described. That Saturday morning Victor finds himself inserting his credit card into the chip reader and signing for a silver gray sedan. He drives the car back to his apartment and changes into blue jeans and a flannel shirt. His athletic body defines the clothing. His full flaccid dick bulges comfortably against the denim.
The drive down to Charleroi gives Victor time to think, to think about what could happen, what hasn't happened, literally, in years. Victor has risked nothing for his career, so he has stayed on the straight and narrow. This venture is the first time he is giving into his genuine desires.
At the same time Victor is driving his rental car to the place he hopes to find a sexual experience that will satisfy him, at least for a while, the lead supervisor at the glass factory is finding it convenient that the new order that is being filled is a rush job with extra, flexible hours. Lonnie keeps thinking of how he can give himself at least an hour at the bookstore. He trusts his second-in-command to close down and clean up for the evening, allowing him to leave early.
Lonnie thinks to spruce himself up a bit before making his stop at the bookstore. Looking in the men's shower room's mirrors, he sees a man in his sixties, who has stopped smoking and put on some weight. The luscious head of wavy dark hair has long left him, but his central European features and the dick that hangs between his legs gives him an appeal that is ageless. He is a mature man, but a man, a pleasant man, a man one so rarely encounters. Like the Monk Rasputin, he is to be shared with the world. Lonnie, although married with a goodly number of children and grandchildren, feeds off the exchanges of strange male encounters.
He exists in a world in which sharing brings such a feeling of satisfaction, he cannot help himself from wanting to give himself and receive what the universe gives him in return. For Lonnie, sex is a tantric experience, a relationship with the universe in the form of another man, especially another man he can have sex with.
When Lonnie first came out to himself, it was with a construction worker the summer of his 18th year. The object of his affection was a young man of 26, built like a piece of sculpture and hung. Lonnie fixated on that man all his life. His dream fantasy to this moment is a 26 year old, solid as a rock, gifted young man. Lonnie's heart vibrates to that image... not that other men have not touched him deeply, and their images remain. They are another reality, an echo of the ages, as if the meeting were as profound as that between Jesus and John, or a conversation between Krishna and Arjuna. Those encounters were so rare they were less than all the fingers on one hand.
Lonnie puts the finishing touches on his clothing and leaves the factory. He slips into his car and slowly leaves the parking lot.
Victor who takes the afternoon driving around the town lets the sun set behind the range line before he pulls into the bookstore he has located hours before. His adrenalin is flowing. He sees four cars in the area and hopes one of them belongs to the mystery man, the man he has come to experience. Victor sits in his rental car debating whether or not he should go through with his plan. He sees some young guys, all teched out, enter the building. A couple guys come out and go to their respective cars and leave. Victor unbuttons his fly, exposing himself. He squeezes his dick and enjoys the response. He is so turned on by the possibilities and the dangers, he hardens immediately and the pre-cum starts flowing. He looks down as a car pulls into the lot. Maybe this is the man, he thinks. The man is in his thirties, well put together, but definitely not the man Lamar had described. Finally, after he almost makes himself cum and ruin the whole experience, Victor buttons up and decides to go inside. He pays his money and gets his stamp. He doesn't remain long in the open area as he doesn't want to be recognized by anyone. His eyes take a few moments to adjust to the darkness of the labyrinth.
Meanwhile, Lonnie drives carefully to the bookstore, parking around to the back side. He locks up, and enters the bookstore. He's greeted warmly but minimally, as to keep the atmosphere from seeming to open or familiar. Lonnie pays his fee, gets his stamp, and, after looking around the open area and seeing no one, proceeds to the back to check out the booths. Victor decides to find a spot and station himself and let the rest of the men pass by.
Built when this factory town was union driven and thriving really well, the bookstore has two levels, being on the side of an embankment. There were nights back in day when the parking lot was overflowing, so the men parked along the highway. Men were being their rawest selves. Booth sex led to sex in the hallways with hot sweaty workers jacking to a hot fuck scene happening right in front of them. A group of jackers segued into a sucker on his knees tasting all the hard dicks with his mouth and throat. The sucking became as hot as the fucking. Men reveled in the sweat, the unctuous smells of sex, the closeness and the affirmation of their manliness. Then the factories closed, and the bookstore survived because of its proximity to Pittsburgh and the men there who wanted to have their time with another man, but wanted a certain amount of distance between their families and their desires.
Lonnie runs into a regular who immediately inveigles him into his booth where they both play for a while. Although these two men have had really hot exchanges, tonight lacks any real chemistry. The play ends without any resolution. Lonnie heads for the rest room to rinse out and gargle and wash his hands. Lonnie takes a leak and heads back into the mix. Victor is now part of that mix. In the fairly large and complex hallways, Lonnie takes his time, looking into the booths with open doors. He rounds the corner and there stands Victor. Rushes of the deepest desire stimulated by his vision of Victor sweep over Lonnie. He sees his 26 year old mentor as if it were yesterday and the decades vanish in his mind and give Lonnie the knowledge that this dream is going to be his.
Lonnie stares at Victor. Victor stares back. Lonnie, to Victor, is like any number of the other older guys trolling around for action. Yet something within Victor tingles and elicits an involuntary response. Victor still isn't sure this man leaning against a booth and staring at him is the one Lamar told him about.
Lonnie approaches a little closer, keeping his eyes glued on Victor. Victor doesn't meet Lonnie glance for glance, but Victor looks up from time to time to reassure himself he's being checked out. Lonnie goes so far to squeeze his crotch and leave his hand there. Victor doesn't move. Lonnie arranges his cock to maximum advantage, opens one of the booth's doors, allowing the light from the flat screen to streak across his body. Lonnie lets Victor get his eyes full, then steps halfway into the booth, still squeezing himself. Victor remains glued to the wall even though he's growing bigger and bigger, which he hopes the man cruising him will see.
Lonnie slides further into the booth leaving the door open, but not far enough to lose sight of Victor. Lonnie begins loosening his belt, allowing the buckle and the strap to fall apart leaving only the buttons of the 501's to part before revealing Lonnie's hot cock. Lonnie unbuttons the button of his waistband and steps completely into the booth, holding the door open. Lonnie has placed the time for movement into Victor's court.
Victor eases himself closer to Lonnie's booth so he never loses sight of Lonnie's crotch. Lonnie smiles at Victor while continuing to unbutton his fly. Victor, at this point, decides if this isn't the man Lamar told him about, he is the closest thing to it. Lonnie is now completely inside the booth, holding the door open with the edge of his left shoulder. Victor is standing across from the open door with a raging hard on. Lonnie smiles as he pulls his lengthy plump member out of his Levis and reveals it to Victor. Victor stares, hearing the words of Lamar echo in his head. Lonnie nods. Victor walks into the booth and falls to his knees as he hears Lonnie slide the latch to lock the door.
As Victor is about to take Lonnie's dick in his mouth, Lonnie places his hand on Victor's head to hold him back.
"Not so fast, my young stud," Lonnie admonishes him. "Let's take our time. Why don't you start by simply wrapping your hand around my shaft and squeeze a little. Maybe jack a little." Victor, in a totally new world, follows Lonnie's instructions. Victor feels Lonnie's already stiff boner get even harder with each squeeze.
"I don't want you to lick it until you have my pre-cum dripping out of my piss slit. I want to look at the effect you're having on me. I want my pre-cum to drop to the floor before you taste it."
Victor squeezes and jacks a little, not hard but with slow short strokes. He's mesmerized by the perfect shape of the head and its color and its size. By the time the first drop of pre-cum appears as a pearl of great price, Victor is in a trance. He has no idea what will happen, but he wants to try everything. The drop of silver enlarges, and succumbing to gravity, begins its journey down to the underside of the purple head, and loses itself as falls to the floor.
Lonnie sees exactly what is happening. "Go ahead, but just use the tip of your tongue to lick some of my sincerity into your mouth. You're such a hunk and you turn me on so easily. That's why I want to enjoy the moment. OK. Give it a good lick and savor the pre-cum on your lips and your tongue. You can see you've got me dripping, so take as much as you want. Now put your lips on the head so the pre-cum goes directly into your mouth. Suck the pre-cum into your mouth and cover my head with your lips and mouth. Don't work your tongue yet. Just hold my dripping head in your mouth and feel what you're going to be sucking on."
"Hold the shaft and suck the head. Use your tongue. Lick and suck. Let me know how much you're liking it."
Victor finds himself in seventh heaven. Lonnie's juices are causing him to burst his Levis as he sucks and licks on Lonnie's cock. The head seems to enlarge itself the more Victor plays with it. Victor is squeezing and jacking the fat shaft as he devours the head and its juices. It's as if Victor is fulfilling a dream, a vision he has wished for whenever he jacks off. Victor stops for a moment and allows his lips to simply encircle the head just below the glans. His tongue moves inadvertently to the underside of Lonnie's now super stiff erection. The tip of Victor's tongue moves slowly up and down the hot spot. Victor moves his tongue from side to side, up and down, and then in circles. Victor has no real idea where his moves are coming from, but they seem so natural. Lonnie's head and rock hard shaft are the total, unrestrained focus of Victor's entire being.
"You're liking sucking on Granddaddy, aren't you?"
Victor pulls away, looks straight up into Lonnie's eyes, locks his eyes on Lonnie's and speaks with his total passion, "Yes, sir."
"Why don't we let your weapon out of its prison? I think you're hard and want to free yourself."
"Yes, sir."
"Stand up and show Granddaddy what you've got. Take off your shirt, too."
Victor unbuttons his shirt and removes it, throwing it on a chair sitting in the corner of his room.
Lonnie reaches for the top button of Victor's Levis and begins to open his fly. Lonnie rubs his fingers over the hard bulge yearning to be free, teasing the entrapped cock with squeezing and rubbing. Finally, Victor speaks,
"Take the fucker out. I'm bursting and hurting you've got me so hard."
Lonnie loosens the next button, savoring and admiring the godlike physique of this athlete at the top of his game. The light hair surrounds his nipples which set on a pair of pecs most men could not achieve with the hardest work. The bare and hairless stomach ripples with muscles. The unblemished skin clings almost magically to the rack of abdominals underneath.
Another button loosens and is released.
Victor, in a moment of heat, reaches out to feel Lonnie's chest and to find his nipples. When he rubs Lonnie's chest, he feels the hard buttons he is eager to knead with his fingers. Lonnie is taken by the surprise of Victor's reaching out.
"If you're going to play with my nips, squeeze them hard and even twist `em a little bit."
With that comment the next to the last of the Levi button opens. Lonnie runs his fingers over Victor's cock once again and finds the wet spot. Lonnie knows that Victor is leaking pre-cum and rubs the wet spot, teasing Victor, as Victor pinches and twists Lonnie's nips.
"That's it, son. Make us both as hard as we can get."
Lonnie opens the fly and pulls down the flaps as Victor's athletic cock snaps to attention, full, erect, and pulsing. Lonnie wraps his hand around Victor's dick. He moves his fingers up under the shaft and takes the pre-cum in his fingers and covers the head.
Victor works Lonnie's nips. He spits in both hands and rubs the hardened nipples soothingly. He pulls his fingers back to a point and pinches each nipple slowly.
"Hey, Kid, I like to get there, but I don't want to get there too fast. I don't run into your kind of man every day. I can feel how turned on you are, so let's enjoy the moment. I don't have to be anywhere soon, so we've got plenty of time."
Victor backs off a bit, feeling as if he has been reprimanded, but his cock in Lonnie's hand remains stiff. Lonnie drops some spit onto Victor's cock and carefully covers the cock with the natural lubricant, slippery and viscous, tender and enflaming.
"Go back to sucking on me, Kid. Suck on Grampa and feel his dripping cock in your mouth. This time I want you get it as far back in your throat as you can. Going over the "hump" sets me to want to fuck and fuck as deep as I can go. Take it slowly. Yeah, that's right; it just hit the back of your mouth. Now drop your jaw, stretch it out a bit and push your head forward and your throat will willingly open and allow my head to pass the blockade and feel your entire throat fucking my cock. You don't have to keep it down there very long, but feel it open you up and then come back off it and catch your breath."
For Victor, each suggestion vibed with his thoughts and desires. To suck a rock hard big dick sends chills through Victor's body. He convulses as the cockhead splits open his throat and he feels the entire head expanding and exploding his entire being. Victor almost loses consciousness he holds the cock down his throat so long, savoring the feeling of fullness he has never felt in his entire life. Its' a moment he seeks to capture, a feeling that makes him rapturous, almost in another world, a world of fantasy that flashes across his mind. He feels his being hit on the field. The cock he is ingesting is something he had no idea existed within him. The images of his life on the field keep exchanging themselves with the thunder in his throat and back and forth. Victor, about to gag uncontrollably, pulls back and feels the glans once more fill his mouth. His head is reeling and his throat is hurting in the most pleasant of ways. He pulls back and looks up into Lonnie's eyes, "WOW!!! Where did that shit come from?"
"You just need the right stimulus, kid. You know what I mean. You want to try it again."
"Let me swallow a little and suck on you a little and then you can give it to me again. Man, I was blown away. I want you to take me there again. Man, the explosions. I didn't know where they were coming from. I was here, there, and everywhere all at the same time."
With that, Victor rises quickly and plants a kiss on Lonnie's right nipple. The kiss becomes a labor of stimulation as Victor squeezes Lonnie's cock. Victor moves quickly and vigorously to the left nipple, continuing to work Lonnie's cock.
Lonnie finds Victor's erection and begins stroking it. The two men are preparing themselves for the second round of Lonnie's deep penetration.
Victor tweaks the right nipple with his hand as he sucks and nibbles the one in his mouth. Then without speaking, Victor drops to his knees, takes the shaft of Lonnie's cock in his hand, and starts licking the head from every conceivable direction.
Now both men know what they do to each other and for each other. But neither man knows what will finally happen when the scene expands.
Victor savors Lonnie's cock, wrapping his lips around the cockhead below the glans. Slowly, Victor leans in on Lonnie and feels the spot where the magic begins. Victor pressures Lonnie's cockhead to the very back of his mouth, pushing the head against the beginning of his throat. Victor is loving the pressure of the cockhead, knowing it will descend to the base inside him. Victor will be in another world and all because this old man's dick is filling his entire throat.
Victor thinks to himself that none of this is making sense and yet it is hotter than anything he can have imagined. The cockhead finds the opening to the path. Victor pushes forward, enjoying the man's hand on his head, holding him steady, but not pressuring him in any way. Victor reaches up and tweaks Lonnie's nips as he bends his head forward and feels the excruciating pleasure enter his unexplored depth. This time Victor pushes even harder and feels his lips not merely close to the base, but hard on the base itself. Victor melts as images of his life and of the moment battle within him for dominance. Victor is unable to think; he can only feel, and feel he does. Victor controls the urge in his stomach to wretch, holding on to this moment and feeling the fullness so deep within him.
Finally, the physical need for breath forces Victor to pull back and take a deep breath. Lonnie says nothing, but keeps messing with Victor's hair. Victor falls back a bit and takes some deep breaths.
"I don't think I can do that again. Not right now, at least."
"Why don't you let me have a taste of you, but before I do, let's get out of these clothes. We can fold our jeans and use them to kneel and do whatever else on."
"I can work with that."
Both men strip, placing their Levis on the floor to give it maximum coverage. Lonnie, after rubbing Victor's arms, shoulders, and chest, also, giving Victor some nip time, Lonnie drops to his knees and his mouth becomes level with Victor's spear.
In the moment Lonnie's knees touch the floor, the magic of sex, of its eternal unrelenting youthfulness, envelopes Lonnie's thoughts. He is no longer in Charleroi in an all too familiar bookstore in the present; he is once again the 18 year old construction helper, skinny with his full head of black wavy hair, and the 26 year old god before him is his first love, his first experience, his first sense of fulfillment.
Lonnie presses his hands around Victor's thighs as he gazes at Victor's rock hard youthful manhood. He relishes the clear silver liquid oozing out of Victor's slit. Lonnie moves his head closer, and, before placing his tongue on Victor, he looks up into Victor's eyes and sees another time; dropping his eyes slowly over Victor's body, Lonnie relives the dream that has been his life ever since his first encounter. It is as if the many intervening years had vanished and the moment before him is the memory of the love that remains the great love of youth and beauty.
Lonnie swipes a bit of the pre-cum from Victor's cockhead and savors it inside his lips, which now brush against the moistened head. Lonnie begins slowly kissing and licking the entire cock; he moves his head and body in almost contorting positions. Lonnie teases himself by not taking Victor's gift to manhood into his mouth. Lonnie takes things extremely slowly, reaching up from time to time to tweak Victor's nips. Victor reaches down and rubs his hands on each side of Lonnie's head.
Lonnie knows now is the time to enjoy the treat he has been playing with and wanting for so long. Once more, Lonnie looks up directly into Victor's eyes. Victor nods knowingly, moving his hands in such a way as to let Lonnie know that now is time to start sucking his dick.
"Fucking, take it, man. You've been teasing me long enough."
Lonnie nods.
Lonnie opens his mouth and places his lips over the slit, letting his tongue twist from side to side before exiting his mouth and surprising the underside of Victor's head. Feeling each lick back and forth, Victor inadvertently twitches. At that moment, Lonnie absorbs Victor's entire cock within his mouth and throat. What Lonnie had done to Victor; Victor was now doing to Lonnie, sending him into that never-never realm of total thoughtless concentration.
It is definitely Victor's dick causing the sensations but the images inside Lonnie are of his first and foremost love. This athletic god before him is duplicating another time. A remembrance of love's first flowering envelopes him and the extra push that Victor gives seals Lonnie's fate in a moment of transcendence. Memories become vivid realities and the reality Lonnie is experiencing are blended into a whirlpool of super exuberance, the present experience blowing away the past that had always been his ideal. His ideal has come to him as a longed for gift, as something undeserved and Lonnie is being given the big bang, the ideal, a moment that can in no way repeat itself, a feeling that even as it is driving his mind, it is becoming a memory.
Lonnie's need for breathe causes him to pull back and simply caress the head with his lips and his tongue. His hands suddenly release the unwitting grip they have been squeezing into Victor's thighs. Lonnie continues to suck Victor's dick.
Victor squats a bit which opens his cheeks.
"Hey, Daddy, my ass could use some attention, if you get my drift?"
Lonnie reaches around and grabs both of Victor's ass cheeks, giving them a good squeeze. At the same time, Lonnie deep throats Victor once again, and while holding his cockhead in the deepest reaches of his throat, Lonnie brings his fingers around the edge of Victor's hole, teasing it with the promise of more to come.
After releasing Victor's cock from his throat, mouth and lips, Lonnie speaks: Turn around, bend over, and spread your cheeks. Pops wants to eat some ass.
Victor complies. He hears the spit exit Lonnie's lips and feels its tingling on his ass. Lonnie surveys the pink butt hole and quickly moves in with his tongue to capture the falling spit. He brings all the liquid to the edge of Victor's hole and begins to circle the outer edge of never-never land. Moments later Lonnie's lips are kissing the full hole, sucking its outer lip into his mouth where he works the fully reddened flesh with his tongue.
Victor lets out a yelp. "Oh, Man, you're doing it right."
As Victor opens his eyes, he sees a pair of eyes looking at him through the adjacent gloryhole, and a fairly good sized one at that. The eyes back away.
"Hey, Man, I just caught a pair of eyes staring at us. I didn't want to make this some public spectacle."
Lonnie responds, "Let me check him out." Lonnie stands up, moves in front of Victor, goes to the wall and bends down, looking into the dimly lit room. Lonnie recognizes a black man he plays with on a somewhat regular basis, and he knows the man is clean. Lonnie whispers to the man and then goes back to eating the sweet, red pucker hole, burying his tongue deep within the walls of pleasure.
Lonnie pulls back, leans close to Victor's ear and whispers, "The guy's OK. He's going to show you something you're going to want to suck on. And go ahead and suck on it."
Lonnie goes back to concentrating on Victor's hole. Victor continues to stare from time to time into the black hole, but he doesn't see anything. As Lonnie stands, he rubs his fingers along the outer rim and begins flicking the entire area in a random fashion. Victor is still staring at the hole as Lonnie's finger moves up inside him cautiously and ever deeper. When Lonnie's fingertip finds the rock hard prostate and pressures it ever so slightly, Victor goes into a spasm and starts shaking.
At that moment, Victor is focused on the black stallion sized cock coming through the gloryhole aimed right in his direction.
Lonnie instigates the scene, as he slowly moves his finger in and out of Victor's ass. "Go ahead. Lick it and then see how much you can take in."
Lonnie instigates the scene, as he slowly moves his finger in and out of Victor's ass. "Go ahead. Lick it and then see how much you can take in your mouth. If you can get the whole head, you are lucky."
Victor wraps the cock with his right hand, absorbing its thickness and its hardness. Lonnie urges him forward with the palm of his hand on his ass, now with two fingers buried deep inside Victor.
Victor stares at the black cockhead before him. He feels his ass opening and loosening and wanting Lonnie's dick. In a concession to the times, Lonnie opens a package and puts on the condom. Aware of the need for lubricant, Lonnie reaches in his coat pocket and pulls out a bottle of lube he had picked up on his way into the bookstore. As Lonnie works his dick into Victor, Victor starts licking the black dick's piss slit, tasting the clear liquid and driving himself crazy in the process.
Victor's mind is split between the intense pleasure of his ass being opened and entered by Lonnie and his newly found wildness, kissing the head of a big black cock. He wonders how he has gotten into such a pleasurable position, never having concentrated on any such scene when he jacks off. This experience is coming at him from all directions, sucking and being fucked at the same time on all fours in an adult bookstore. Never in his life has he imagined such madness. In this really disgusting and used environment, he is finding himself giving in to his basest actions and loving every moment.
Lonnie places his well lubed cock against the holy of holies, as his eyes scan the broad shoulders and muscled back of this god on his knees giving pleasure to the most primal and most sexually exciting mystery of black sexuality.
"Go ahead, Kid. Work your tongue under his foreskin as you suck his foreskin into your mouth. Encircle his head inside the foreskin. And while you are doing that, I'm going to push my cock into your ass and open you up like you've never been fucked before."
Lonnie knew what he had and he knew what he did to men. Whether it was the length, the girth, the slight curvature to the shaft or the mushroom head, his cock tears into a man in a way that makes him feel as if he's never been fucked before, no matter who has fucked him or how many sexual partners he's had.
Victor feels Lonnie's restrained urgency as Victor presses his ass back onto Lonnie's cock. The swelling of his hole sends shivers through his entire core. Victor sucks harder on the foreskin, with the tip of his tongue working the piss slit. Lonnie lets the first ring of resistance totally relax with just the touch of his head. Victor moans and moves his lips over the skin covered head that stretches his mouth to the limit.
The first barrier to filling Victor with his dick, Lonnie needs to feel his head totally wrapped by Victor's sphincter before moving deeper into Victor's ass. Victor feels every slight forward movement as he expands and envelopes Lonnie's cockhead. Victor melts when the head touches the prostate. He sucks harder and harder on his fantasy cock. Victor pulls back the foreskin and licks the silken head, unforgiving in its hardness. The pre-cum continues to ooze as an unending stream. Victor feels Lonnie's cock move up inside him. A warm sweetness passes through Victor's body as he welcomes Lonnie's manliness filling him to the edge of Lonnie's balls. Victor slowly pulls away and pushes himself back down upon Lonnie's cock. Then the rhythm begins.
Lonnie feels Victor twitch with each thrust and its slow retreat.
Victor parallels the feelings Lonnie is producing through his body with the pressure he places upon the rock hard dick head. Victor finds himself making love to the dick in his mouth, not believing the volcanic eruptions Lonnie's dick is giving him.
Slowly the black dick retreats. Victor leans forward to keep sucking on his new found toy. The dick is gone and Lonnie is riding Victor's tail like a Satyr. Victor begins pushing back as Lonnie thrusts forward. A compounded warmth beats through Victor's body as he actively fucks Lonnie's dick. Victor knows that he can feel the total depth of Lonnie's dick. Lonnie halts his movement and lets Victor fuck his cock, let Victor determine the distance of the thrust. Victor pulls away so far that Lonnie's tip is outside his hole. Victor finds the right angle and backs into Lonnie's dick with an almost frenzied motion. His young, virile body writhes in excitement and a new found world that has just materialized.
When Victor succumbs to reality and once again focuses on the gloryhole, he is now staring at a well formed, well-muscled black hole.
Lonnie without missing a beat, leans in, and says, "Go ahead, eat it, suck on it, lick it. He's clean. He is fanatically clean. Smell it and taste its sweetness. You'll want to eat him like candy. Put your hands on each cheek, pull them apart and start treating yourself to the sweetest ass you'll ever find."
Victor and Lonnie continue to fuck while Victor begins his exploration of the clean cherry lubed hole before him. He finds himself moving his tongue forward to the rhythm he has created with Lonnie. Lonnie at that point begins fucking the edge of his hole, popping the outer ring like a ping pong ball. Victor is driven to the edge of sexual madness, when Lonnie pulls out of Victor's ass completely. Victor continues sucking and licking the wonderful, electric hole his mouth is overcome by. Victor's tongue moves as consciously deep as he is able to get. Victor licks around the edge and then moves to the inside, licking, slurping and sucking unconsciously. Lonnie's rhythm and depth drive him wild. Victor has no room for reflection. The feelings from his mouth and his ass fill his entire body. Every synapse in his brain creates a new world, a new consciousness directly from his overwhelming sensual experience. It's as if in one moment his wish for sexual gratification is met and exceeded, exceeded to such a degree as to be unimaginable and unduplicatable. Amid the thrusts of his tongue and the pulling of his lips, he realizes he has broken boundaries he never knew existed.
Suddenly, Lonnie pulls Victor from the gloryhole and turns him around. In a quick motion, Lonnie pulls the rubber from his cock and rests it on Victor's mouth. Victor opens his mouth and takes the head and sucks on it pushing it back over his tongue into his throat, gagging him with the overwhelming intensity. Victor backs off and sucks. The sweet cherry flavor is transferred to Lonnie's cock, intensifying recent activity with the present. Victor knows the degree he has to be open to accept Lonnie's cock deep within his throat, but the signals that action sends to his brain is addictive, and the solution to the addiction rests on his tongue and between his lips.
Lonnie tells Victor to back up to the glory hole where that cock is awaiting his hole, now ready to accept the mythology of Africa. Victor turns around and sees the big black lubed and codomed cock waiting for him to mount it. A moment of hesitation briefly flies across his mind, and without further thought takes the cock in his hand and guides it to his hole at the angle of acceptance.
Lonnie is standing looking at Victor as he gives up his ass to another man. Victor motions Lonnie to give him his dick, as Victor pushes open his ass with the head of a dick he couldn't take totally into his mouth. His hole feels the greater size as his muscle opens to receive the monster. At that very moment, Victor grabs Lonnie's ass and pulls his dick deep into his throat. Victor rocks back and forth between the dick in his ass and the dick down his throat. He is learning to hold his breath longer and how to manipulate his throat to stimulate Lonnie's head.
Lonnie hears three knocks on the wall.
"He's getting ready to cum. How close are you?"
"Close enough. You?"
"I'm with you. Let's do it."
With that deft hand so used to bringing him at the end of the batehole, Victor pulls his cock in that particular way that leads to an almost immediate orgasm. Lonnie pulls out, jacks at the edge of Victor's mouth. Three more beats on the wall.
Victor works his ass, his dick, and sees the first ejaculate out of Lonnie's cock. Victor feels the pulsating explosion in his ass as his own cock, balls inside him, let go of the build-up that spews out in front of him, as Lonnie's dick continues to deliver the liquid proof of his manhood sliding his dick into Victor's mouth as the last of the sperm oozes out onto Victor's tongue.
Then a moment of silence. And, as in slow motion, the black dick extracts itself, the roll of towels is employed, and clothes return to their bodily location. Victor turns around and gazes at the glory hole, observing the large condom, now filled, draped over the bottom edge.
Victor smiles as he finishes dressing. He nods and leaves.
In the drive back, he feels the residue of feeling still residing within his ass and around his hole. He moves in the seat sometimes to initiate a new feeling, sprouting new memories.
A few weeks later, Victor finds himself alone in the locker room with Lamar.
Lamar looks at Victor and smiles. "What did you think of the used condom dangling over the edge of the glory hole?"