This is a short story, anecdote, or memoir in a series about coming of age in Salt Lake City during the 1960s ad 1970s. This is a fiction that is part of a series about my personal memories and experiences of coming out as a gay man in the 1960s and 1970s.
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Hotel Newhouse - SLC - 05
There were two major world class hotels where the rich and famous stayed in Salt Lake City. The first was the Hotel Utah half owned by the Mormon Church and half owned by a national hospitality corporation. The other was the Hotel Newhouse, a 12 story Beaux-Arts style tower built by Samuel Newhouse in 1906 or thereabouts. Curiously, both had cruisy basements where you could always find someone willing to give men who neede it a blow job. By the 1960s both hotels were still being used as hotels, but the Hotel Newhouse had seen better days. It was worn and showing its age. However, it was the cruisiest. It stood on the south west corner of 4th South and Main Street where pedestrian traffic wasn't as heavy as it was around the Hotel Utah. The Hotel Utah, having been built by the Mormon Church, stood in the middle of all things Mormon at Main Street and South Temple, four blocks north of the Newhouse. If you've ever been to SLC you know that a city block is much bigger in that western city than anywhere else. In fact, they average the size of two regular city blocks in length and width. So, the distance between the hotels was not insignificant.
The Newhouse had a barbershop located in the south side of its basement and a large marble clad public restroom both of which were accessible from Main Street or the hotel's lobby. The barber shop had six chairs, but during the years I visited the place in the 1960s only two barbers worked there. One was a guy in his late 60s named Albert. He was trim, about 5'10" with a full head of thick white hair and a bushy white mustache. He was always impeccably groomed and had a sophisticated presence. He also had a broad smile of startling white teeth, all of them his own. If it weren't for all the white hair Albert could have passed for being only forty years old. His partner, Jerry, was about 20 years younger. Jerry also kept himself well groomed. He was 6' tall with a full head of dark brown hair that was graying at the temples. He was more muscular than Albert and was very tan. Even in the middle of the winter Jerry radiated a healthy tan. When he smiled he didn't open his mouth, but he showed a great set of dimples on either side of his lips that made him look like he had a bunch of fun secrets he wasn't sharing. Jerry looked like the classic male model of a father smoking a pipe who you'd find in a Sears and Roebuck catalog -- masculine, a bit dashing, and steady.
The mostly empty barbershop shared the entrance to the public restroom, being separated by a partial wall then glass to the ceiling. When the barbershop was closed enormous venetian blinds were let down that covered all of the windows. This just left a corridor to the restroom that was slightly darkened. But the restroom was open 24 hours a day and attracted a select clientele of mostly older men, some of whom lived in the hotel. Others were mostly mechanics, deliverymen, and truckers who worked at the nearby businesses along 4th South. In other words, most of the men you encountered at the Hotel Newhouse were older, mostly in their 40s, 50s, and 60s. For this reason the young gay boys and men I knew at the time made fun of the place, calling it Geritol Central. But I didn't.
I'd try to arrange for a haircut with either Albert of Jerry for early Saturday mornings. This was during an era when long, shoulder length or longer hair was fashionable among young men like me. I kept my hair long, but still went in for a trim almost every week. I liked both of the barbers. They were just as depraved as I was and always teased me when I was in the barber chair. Jerry would chew gum and ask me stupid questions like, "You fly down here in your jet this morning?" or "Is that your camel that's shitting all over the parking lot?" And while he made up absurd questions he would press his crotch against my fingers if I rested them on the arm of the barber chair. He would lean up against my shoulders, rubbing the muscles of his chest against me, and he liked to press against my knees with his crotch and grind his junk not so discreetly, always making absurd small talk and smiling. He loved getting me hard. But it wasn't just me. He got everyone hard who sat in his chair making it a bit difficult for his clients to get up when the hair cut was over and not show major wood. He was a master prick tease.
Albert was less subtle. Once you were in Albert's chair you quickly discovered his fly was completely open and he didn't wear any underwear. And if you were careless to leave a hand out on the arm of his barber chair he had a way of slipping it inside his fly and rub it against his dick. He also liked to reach down under the cape that caught hair clippings and give you a good dick squeeze or extended rub. He was chatty, too. But he made small talk usually about things such as, "You still putting it in your girl friend? What does her pussy feel like? Is it tight? Does she cum fast?" Yeah, nothing but the most dirty talk from Albert that made everyone hard. Mind you, these barbers had both straight as well as gay clients. But it didn't seem to matter. I sat waiting many times for a haircut watching straight men adjust their hard dicks in their pants as they were groomed by these two gentlemen.
After they'd got a client hot and bothered, the client usually left a tip and trotted off to the public restroom down the hall from their shop. The restroom always offered a choice of seasoned cock suckers waiting in the toilet stalls where a man could anonymously dump a quick load through a glory holes be on his way.
I loved these guys. I loved it when Albert positioned himself so I could slip my hand inside his pants and gently squeeze and feel his fat warm cock. He loved it too. And I was up to the challenge of taking on Jerry by reaching out and grabbing a hand full of his bulging crotch to let him know I appreciated the hair cut. Afterwards, I'd pay up and walk down the hall to the large restroom and see what kind of trouble I could get into.
The restroom wasn't particularly special. The floor plan was basically a long L shape with wash basins and mirrors opposite a row of about eight toilet stalls made of marble. At the end was just a big tiled piss trough about thirty feet long with water constantly trickling down against the tile. The piss trough was partially hidden because it was at the end of the L floor plan. Sometimes it smelled heavily of stale piss and disinfectant cleaner, but most of the time the place was clean and somewhat fresh. On a hot summer day it was great to cruise a place that was a basement restroom enclosed in tile and marble with the cool sound of trickling water. And for me, it was a favorite place to satisfy my daddy and grand daddy fantasies, because no one I knew who was my age would ever consider entering the place.
One Saturday morning I arrived early for my hair cut and made a bee line to the restroom. I had a mean need to get rid of too much coffee I'd downed earlier. I went straight for the piss trough. I didn't pay much attention to the toilet stalls, assuming they would most likely be occupied by the usual crowd. I whipped it out and began to enjoy the wonderful sensation of emptying a full bladder, spraying the wet tiles back and forth with what seemed to me to be a gallon of piss. I was in a state of bliss. As I was peeing a guy about 45 years old in mechanic's overalls came around the corner and quickly checked me out. He was rubbing his crotch, but he didn't bother to join me. He just disappeared as quickly as he had appeared. I was pretty much alone and when I finished I went to the wash basins to clean up. Coming around the last stall I found the same guy with his coveralls completely unzipped and his dick planted through a large glory hole in the wall of that last stall. He didn't even notice me, his hands grabbed the top of the marble partition and his stretched out body pressed against the stone while someone obviously made him feel real good. I watched him as he seemed to be completely taken in by the reverie of getting his cock sucked. I was jealous. I would have loved to suck him dry, but he seemed more into an anonymous blowjob where he could zip up and leave as soon as he'd spent his load. I pulled out my dick and made sure that when he opened his eyes he'd get a good view of my straight eight inches. Just seeing this middle age guy enjoy something so much really turned me on. I was also able to appreciate that he had a nice ass, too. And from what I could tell he was blessed with lots of body hair, my kind of man.
As I took in the show a guy about 50-something in a suit showed up and caught me jacking off. He had a fresh military buzz cut and smelled like bay rum. He moved in quick and grabbed my cock, pulling out his own uncut piece of meat, which I found impressive. He was a decent looking guy. He had a bit of a belly on him, but not much. And he winked at me as he rubbed our cocks together and we watched the mechanic get his thrills. The mechanic finally gave out a major cry of relief and shuddered a bit as he came in the mouth of the person on the other side of the partition. After he recovered, he realized we were watching him and hurriedly stuffed his hardon inside his overalls, zipped up and quickly left avoiding any eye contact.
This new gent rubbing his cock all over mine looked at me and then looked at his cock, then he looked at me again, indicating that he thought it be a good idea for me to go down on him. I was hesitant. Instead, I dragged him by his hardon over to the recently vacated glory hole and enticed him into slipping his dick through it. He wasn't hard to convince, but he kept ahold of my dick as he began to enjoy the pleasures of whoever was sucking him off on the other side. He bent down and tried to kiss me. I gave in (whore that I am) and we sucked face for a few seconds. Then he pulled his dick out and offered me a turn. I was game. Whoever was taking care of us in the stall was a pro. I was amazed at how sumptuously wet and hot they guy's mouth was. And no teeth. The guy was a master at sucking cock. Soon the middle age man had his cock between my legs and was dry humping me and I was about ready to cum when the guy sucking me stopped and pulled off completely.
After a bit of silence the door to the stall opened and the guy inside leaned out inviting both of us to join him. It was a tight fit, but we managed it. As it turned out, the cock sucker was an older guy I'd seen many times before but never had the pleasure of using as a cum dump. His name was Ralph and he was a well known toilet queen among those of us who were connoisseurs of Salt Lake's tea room activity. He had thinning hair and a short beard. He had taken off his shirt which hung from the coat hook in the door. His pants and shorts were completely down around his feet. And from the look of him he had been working that glory hole for most of the morning. There was a considerable quantity of spent cum dripping down his side of the partition from the hole. It pooled on the floor. And his chest was covered in varying stages of fresh to dry spooge. This guy was a total pig and it really turned me on.
He grabbed both our dicks and surprised us by being able to get both of us comfortably in his mouth. Again, no teeth. It was remarkable. The older guy and I pressed against each other with our pants around our knees trying to make as much contact with our cocks pressed together as possible. Ralph settled in and took his time. He rubbed us together inside his mouth. He kept our hard dicks together and massaged them with his tongue until the urge to blow a load was strong in both of us. I looked at the older guy and whispered that I was going to cum. He leaned in and stuck his tongue down my throat and we swapped a gallon of spit enjoying the feeling as we both exploded into Ralph's mouth. It was a long protracted orgasm for both of us. And Ralph wasn't about to release either of us until he was ready. Reluctantly, he let us slip out of his mouth one at a time. Then he carefully used his expert tongue to clean us up. I grabbled the older guy's softening cock trying to squeeze a bit of cum out for me to taste. I had some luck. He was able to produce one last glob of thick yellowish white cum, enough for a good taste. Ralph acted as if I was taking a candy bar away from him by the expression on his face. As usual, the guy's vintage spooge tasted very good, as vintage spooge usually does. We hoisted up our pants and put away our equipment. The guy gave me another deep kiss and then we left Ralph to get back to business. He followed me back to the wash basins and we cleaned ourselves up.
"You come here often?" he asked me.
"As often as I can. Usually every Saturday morning. You?" I politely responded. Normally, I wasn't into chit chat, but this older guy was nice enough. He had a great uncut cock which is always a plus with me. And his belly turned out to be just the beginnings of letting himself go to hell. It wasn't that much of a gut. Besides, he was covered with soft black hair and sort of attractive.
"Here. Take this." He handed me a business card. "I work at the Buick dealership down the street. If you ever want to mess around we can meet here again or maybe someplace like Liberty Park. You're a sexy fucker. I'd love to get to know that dick of yours better," he said in an affirming way.
"Well, I'll be back here next Saturday for another haircut," I said.
The older guy grinned at me in surprise and said, "You too, huh? Those guys drive me crazy."
Albert and Jerry's shop was secluded enough. You had to know where it was to find it. And they did have straight clientele wander in all of the time. I was amazed at how they handled it. But I learned they were part of an end to an era. They were WWII and Korean War vets who grew up in larger cities where men commonly had sex with one another, even though they were normally straight or straight acting. Homophobia wasn't as big of an issue when they were young men. In fact, the word didn't even exist. During the time they operated that shop I was able to pull lots of information from them. A lot of it was bullshit, but most of it rang true.
Albert grew up in Chicago in the teens and twenties running numbers for the disparate mobs. He sold newspapers and tan numbers working through the maze of old taverns and card houses in that city. He told me that for an extra few dollars he let the guys take him in back rooms for a blow job. Some of them would fuck him. Sometimes, he'd fuck them. But according to Albert, being straight before and during prohibition wasn't so black and white. By the time he joined the Navy in the early 1930s he had lots of experience manipulating the libidos of all kinds of men, straight, gay, or bi. In fact, he insisted he was bisexual, but he'd never married. The same seemed to be true for Jerry. They had hooked up in the Navy, both working as barbers, dealing with all types of people. Jerry, being younger, was a Korean War veteran. They weren't lovers, per se. They were just good buddies who ended up working as barbers in the larger cities of the west until they found themselves at the Hotel Newhouse.
Jerry had grown up in Los Angeles during the 30s and 40s. When he was about 13 he'd been spotted by a photographer with an art house studio who took "artistic" photographs, selling them five to a pack to discriminating customers. His nude modeling segued into all aspects of the underground sex world of that time. The photographer hired him out for special modeling sessions which meant he'd end up at some guy's house who could afford it and Jerry would fuck him. He quickly learned how to get fucked, too. There was always more money in getting fucked than fucking. According to Jerry, his dick and clean cut straight looks got him into the beds and swimming pools of many famous actors of the era. He never claimed which famous actors he'd slept with. He didn't brag. As I mentioned before, he looked like a nice guy with lots of fun secrets he wouldn't tell. But he did have five or six head shots of famous actors that were signed, framed, and hanging on the wall behind his barber chair.
I was enjoying getting tagged teamed by two decent looking gentlemen cocksuckers one Saturday morning in the hotel's restroom. I leaned back against the wall opposite the piss trough and just let these two very sexy older gentlemen have their way with my cock. Without an invitation Jerry showed up to take a piss saying, "Sorry. I've got to pee real bad." I was a bit startled, but not embarrassed. And that's when I discovered why Jerry had been so popular as a young model. He whipped out a long soft cock that made mine look like a micropenis. He was fucking huge. Also, he was joyously uncut. I watched him pull back his foreskin and pee like a race horse for what must have been two minutes. When he was through he turned to us and gave me one of his famous terse smiles.
"Good grief," I almost shouted. "Jerry, you're hung like a fucking moose!" Rather than stuff it back into his trousers he just continued to smile.
"You like that do ya? Looks normal to me" he said looking down at himself. Then he teased us by swinging it back and forth.
"How long have you been keeping that a secret?" I whispered. Now the two men who had been going down on me were distracted by his garden hose, too.
"Shouldn't be much of a secret. I've let you grab and squeeze it plenty of times when I've cut your hair." One of the gents who had been sucking on me reached to touch Jerry's long tool. He pushed the man's hand away and apologized saying, "Sorry boys. I've got to get back to work." He packed himself away, zipped up and left us.
"That guy's got the biggest cock I've ever seen," commented one of my gentlemen cock suckers. "I wonder how you handle something like that? Burp it?" he continued without any humor in his voice.
"How about finishing burping this," I asked pushing my cock back against his lips. The man obliged. Eventually I finessed both gentleman to drop their pants and remove their shirts and pull down their funny underwear. They were middle aged Mormons both about 50 They wore the tell tale underwear. I suspected they were from the same ward and on the down low to bare their testimonies. They looked like handsome bankers. Both were still relatively trim with greying chest hair. Both were slightly bald. I knelt down and took turns sucking both of them. They were into it. Obviously having a young man suck them off was a rare experience because they both refused to come in my mouth by pulling away and holding back their orgasms. I got them to kiss and play tongue hockey. I invited them both to help me go down on one other. Eventually, we worked it out so that I was able to fuck both of them while one sucked the other off. It worked out quite well. And I left a decent deposit in the ass of sllightly younger gent for his friend to eat out of him. But I was distracted by having seen Jerry's monster dick. I couldn't shake the image out of my head.
Before I left the restroom I went to the basins and washed the ass juices off of my dick and cleaned up. The warm water from the faucet felt good flowing over my cock and balls and I started to get hard again. I pulled up my pants and walked along the front of the stalls peeking through the door cracks for a likely cum dump. A guy in the fourth stall I peeked in opened the door and grabbed me by my open zipper. He was a senior dude in his late sixties who still had a head of hair. He also had an agreeable turkey neck dick between his legs. I stepped in and we locked the door behind me. I leaned against the stall door and let this senior citizen go to town. Old tea room aficionados really know how to suck cock. This trooper was no different. I made him stop for a moment and stand up. I took his limp dick in my hands and told him I wanted to stretch his foreskin over my dick so we could dock for a couple of minutes. The old man was happy to oblige, although I doubted if he could even get hard. Pulling his foreskin over mine wasn't a problem and I jacked myself off with his foreskin for a bit. He surprised me by starting to chub up. The guy's breath wasn't anything to write home about, but it was nice to breathe life into what used to be a proud big dick that hadn't seen much action over the last few years. The old guy leaned his head into my shoulder looking down at what I was doing and said, "Good lord that feels good Where you learn to do that?" and the stimulation caused him to wet our foreskins with a watery discharge of cum. He quickly sat down on the toilet and clomped down on my meat working vigorously to get me off. And it didn't take long. As I looked down at him taking in every volley of my load I could see a stream of what looked like precum dripping from the old guy's dick. I really wanted to taste it and the idea just enhanced my climax. Once he released my cock I pulled up my pants and reached down to grab the old man's cock. I got a good slick handful of his dick juice and put it to my mouth. Salty and sweet. "Taste it," I said to him holding out my hand. He was hesitant, but he did what he was told. "Tastes good, dude. Next time I want you to let that drain down my throat, OK?" I said rubbing his shoulder.
Again, back at the wash basins I washed myself again and cleaned up as best as possible. I was still distracted by the image of Jerry's monster tool swimming around in my head.
One Sunday afternoon I'd been enjoying ad hoc trysts at the restroom in Pioneer Park and playing hide and seek with the city vice cops. I'd been lucky. I'd enjoyed three or four sessions of hot monkey sex with different groups of men who showed up. And on one of those occasions I got a vice cop to participate. Ironically, on my way home I needed to actually use a restroom. I had to take a dump in the worst way. The hotel Newhouse was just a block away. It was also in the direction I was headed for home. When I got to the outside entrance I found both basement doors locked. So, I went inside the lobby and tried not to look suspicious as I snuck down stairs to the barbershop and restroom. I probably lingered longer than I should have when I was finished. But the relief of emptying my butt was worth enjoying. I'd recently been fucked pretty good by a couple of hot men. And as for the guy who was a vice cop, his equipment had not exactly been small.
Finally, I pulled up my pants and made it to the wash basins opposite the stalls. I found a couple of discarded paper drink cups, rinsed them out and filled them with warm water. I also filled a hand withe liquid soapand returned to the safety of my stall. I washed my ass as best as I could. Fortunately, unlike a normal public restroom, the hotel kept the soap dispensers filled. I soaped and washed up inside me, rinsing off with the second cup of water. That's when I heard the clank of a bucket. The restroom wasn't exactly closed, but I probably shouldn't have been in there. My first clue was a sign they put up on Sundays that announced, "For Use by Hotel Guests Only."
I bent down and looked under the stall partition. All I could see was a pair of shiny black work shoes and the khaki pant legs of a pair of work pants. That's when I realized the head janitor, Jeb, was getting ready to clean the place. Jeb, in the parlance of the day, was a negro. Referring to African Americans as black hadn't really caught on until the late 60s and it was still only 1963. He was also old. I'd met him several times while getting a hair cut. He would do a cursory sweep of the barber shop and replace any cleaning supplies Albert and Jerry needed to keep their business spic and span. He was a tall man, approximately 6'3" who shaved off what hair he had left on his head. He kept a neat, shiny bald pate. He had a thin graying pencil mustache that gave him a sort of sophisticated worldly look. But his face revealed a pretty hard life of doing jobs no one else was willing to do. I'm not certain how old he was, but he was well past 65. More like 75 or older. He was living proof that black does, indeed, crack -- eventually. But despite the deep wrinkles in his face he still cut a good figure of a man. He was also very, very black. One of the few people I've ever met whose skin was so black that it was almost blue. And because of his unique skin color I found him very intriguing.
Jeb sensed someone was in the restroom and started opening stall door after stall door until he found me. "What are you doin' here boy? Don't you know you ain't supposed to be in here on a Sunday unless you're a hotel guest? You stayin' at the hotel?" I was worried. Jeb was obviously annoyed and he wasn't afraid to express it.
"I'm sorry. I was on my way home and had to use a bathroom awful bad. I really am sorry," I pleaded.
Jeb just shook his head as he looked down at me. "Well, clean yourself up and get on out of here. I haven't got time for this shit."
I scrambled for some toilet paper, but the roll was empty. This seemed to annoy Jeb even more. "Now I expect I've got to wipe your ass, too. Is that it?" he scolded me. I stood and pulled my pants up. Jeb placed a huge wrinkled hand on my shoulder and guided me over to the wash basins. He retrieved some toilet paper from another stall and gave it to me. "Here, go on. Clean yourself up." I took the toilet paper, dropped trou and proceeded to wipe my self one more time. My dick hung out from between my legs and Jeb definitely noticed. "You been jacking off in there, too?" he demanded.
"No. Honest. I just needed take a shit so bad that I was going to crap myself out on the street. I didn't mean to piss anybody off."
"I've seen you in here before. Your one of Bert and Jerry's boys, aren't you. Yes. You're one of those horny little fuckers that shows up all the time looking for trouble." These weren't questions. They were accusations
"Yeah. I get my hair cut here every Saturday. What about it." Jeb just looked me up and down mostly focusing on my dick.
"That's a pretty big dick for a white boy. What do you think about that? Do you think because you've got a big dick you can just do anything you want?" he demanded. What my dick had anything to do with getting caught taking a shit I didn't know. But I started to get an idea it might have something to do with something.
"You in here looking for cock to suck? Is that it?" he pushed. It wasn't any secret that's what the hotel's restroom was famous for. Still, I was shocked he'd bring it up. "I oughta take my own dick and stuff it down your throat so deep you can't walk for a week. Now, get yourself buttoned up."
I got a bit defensive and chimed back, "If that's what you need to do I'm OK with that. If you think you could handle it."
Jeb laughed, "Handle it? Listen to you. Handle it. Son, you're a funny little queer. You tell me, do you think you could handle this," and without fanfare Jeb unzipped his pants and pulled out a huge, lustrous black cock that seemed to be as big as an eight-year-old's forearm.
"Jesus," I said. "What the fuck?"
"You want a taste of this? Is that what you came here for? If you want a taste I'll give it to ya. I'll give it to ya and then some," he said laughing again.
I was mesmerized. This old fart had one hell of a piece of equipment. You read gay porn where everyone has a big dick and everyone is blond and everyone is muscular. Well, Jeb scored one out of the three. He did have a big dick . . . a frighteningly large penis that wasn't for the timid. And deep inside I knew I had to taste it. I reached out and tried to touch him.
"Hold on, now. I didn't say you could touch it. Did I? Did I say you could touch it?"
"Uh, no . . . no, sir."
"You don't touch it without asking first, or before I say you can touch it. Understand, white boy?"
"Yes, sir," I said. "I understand."
Jeb stepped forward and pushed his giant cock in my face, "That's more like it. Now you can touch it. And no fucking teeth!" Needless to say things had turned around rather fast. But I wasn't going to question it. I grabbed the old man's cock with both hands, gently pulled back his foreskin and put the huge pink head in my mouth. He was soft. I assumed he was so old he wouldn't be able to get completely hard and that was OK. That would mean I could stuff more of him into my mouth. I was able to get almost seven inches of his floppy cock into my mouth. And it was great. I always enjoyed sucking on a large black cock anytime the opportunity arose at Pioneer Park. Jeb's cock was amazing. I loved how spongy and soft it felt. And Jeb was no slouch. He kept himself clean. No trace of smegma or a cheesy smell from this man's penis. In fact, his dick and crotch were scented with sandalwood. His balls hung like giant Christmas ornaments, dangling a good six inches from his crotch like that of an old bull. They were soft and shiny. I could feel that he used baby oil to keep them from chafing in his pants. While I munched and gummed on his huge penis I fantasized of all the places his cock must have been. How many cunts had this monster pleasured or ripped apart? How many assholes had it ruined? What did it looked like when it exploded with cum? I was getting so hard I was ready to blow.
I have no idea how much time had passed, but Jeb basically extracted himself from my mouth. "Nice, kid. You stay right here." With his dick flopping to his knees he walked over to the entrance of the restroom and set up a sandwich board sign that said, "Closed for Cleaning." Then he returned, letting me start all over again. Not a problem. He undid his belt and his trousers fell down around his knees, then he leaned back against the washbasins. I took this as an invitation to explore more than he might expect. I took one soaking wet middle finger and began to feel his taint. He moaned and spread his legs apart a little. I spit on the same finger and creeped up from his taint to his asshole. He didn't complain. After about a minute of trying to choke on his enormous dick I managed to work an index finger just past the entrance of his asshole. That was the trick.
Jeb let out a low guttural moan as I slowly worked my middle finger. With the aid of a little more spit I found his prostate and gently rubbed the tip of my finger around, pressing lightly against it. His cock suddenly sprang to life. Soon his dick was so engorged with blood I could only fit about five inches of it into my mouth. Still, that seemed to be enough to keep him happy. "You keep that up and I'm gonna fuck you," he growled.
"That's OK with me. Just go slow," I responded.
Jeb looked down at me and asked "You serious? You think you can take this old black log up your ass? Boy, I think your eyes are bigger than your stomach."
"We'll never know if we don't try, will we?"
When I said that the old man grinned ear to ear. I honestly didn't think I was up for it, but I'd had giant cocks partially up my ass before. Not the most comfortable feeling in the world, but the men usually came so fast that they weren't able to ram completely up inside of me. I continued to suck and finger the old man's ass. He was loosening up and I easily had my three middle fingers inside him, teasing him with some delicate butt play.
"Boy. That feels nice. Where'd you learn to do shit like that?"
"What?" I stopped sucking to ask him, "Haven't you ever been fucked before?"
"Sure. I've been fucked and more ways than just up the ass. But no one's ever made it feel like that. Boy, you got me goin'."
The old man hadn't even so much as touched me, yet I had a raging painful hardon that needed attention. I pulled off of his dick and asked, "How good are you at sucking cock? I'm sure you've had a few in your mouth."
"Boy. You are some cheeky little son of a bitch! What do you know about what I've had and haven't had in my mouth?" My fingers were pressing against his prostate and I could feel his pulse. He tried to push the head of his dick back in my mouth.
"Hold on, daddy. I need to let the muscles in my mouth rest. You're a big fucker. Give me a minute."
"Damn right I'm a big fucker," he said still trying to force himself down my throat. The old goat was hard. Long, thick, shiny black veins and fucking hard. And I suspected it was the first time in a while he'd been quite so hard. I moved him away from my face and growled at him.
"Want you to fuck me. OK? I want that beautiful black meat sliding up inside my ass. You into it?" I was gambling that once I removed my fingers from his ass he wouldn't be able to maintain such a shocking erection. If he were just semi hard I could make it work. I could also enjoy it. But I wasn't going to tell him that. I stood up and removed my shirt, then kicked off my shoes, underwear and pants. "Come on. I need to see what all that naked flesh feels like with you filling me up."
This statement obviously shocked Jeb. But he was horned up enough to go along. I helped him unbutton his shirt. I pulled off his undershirt and was surprised to see a hot shiny black chest, no hairs, taught skin and nothing but well-defined muscles. Not weight lifter muscles. Just nice tight muscles covered in velvety midnight black skin. I almost shot cum all over him right then and there. Somehow I was able to hold back. He removed his shoes and socks. I was right there to help him out of his pants. Once we were both naked I pressed up against his chest and held onto him, rubbing his giant cock between us. "Mmmmm . . . that feels good. I fucking love the feel of a man's hot sweaty skin against mine. Let me hold you for just a minute." Jeb just stood there and took it.
As I predicted, his hardon began to fade and it wasn't long before he was almost too soft to do anything with. I wrestled him down to the floor and aligned our heads and dicks so I might induce him to sixty-nine with me while I got him hard again. Laying on our sides I was thrilled to have this strong old goat pressed up against me as I worked on his knob. I got two fingers back up his ass and licked up and down on his dick until it started to stiffen. I was able to once again deep throat about six inches of him and work that prostate. In no time I was rewarded with Jeb swallowing as much of my cock as he could, causing him to choke a little. But he knew how to suck cock and almost caused me to shoot. I rolled him onto his back and then sat on him with his giant cock lined up the crack of my ass. I had a tube of lube in the pocket of my Levis. It didn't take much to find it and I slicked my butt up as good as possible. Jeb was softening again. I pushed the head of his cock against the entrance of my lubed asshole not really knowing what to expect. Hey, at the worst I'd got him so involved that if I decided to call it quits he'd most likely have to give in. Even soft the head of his dick was about this size of a small Granny Smith apple. I pushed down causing his cock to start to bend. I grasped it firmly and pushed again and imagined I was taking a giant dump. That worked. He popped inside me without a problem. While he was still turgid I slowly worked up and down on his tool until I had maybe half of him inside me.
I looked down into his face and asked, "How's that feel, stud? You with me?" and pushed another two inches or so inside. I was as relaxed as I'd ever been with a cock up my ass, but it was still a challenge. Even soft Jeb's cock stretched me out more than I'd ever been stretched before. I breathed heavily and got another inch inside me. Jeb just lay there with his eyes rolled back and sort of a pained look on his face. It never occurred to me that trying to fuck me might be painful for him. We held steady for a minute, me puffing and puffing trying to remain relaxed. Then suddenly the entire length of his cock slid right up inside me, something I wasn't expecting. His erection had deflated enough that instead of a giant turgid pole of man meat rammed up inside me I had a giant softening rubber hose. Still, it felt pretty damn good. We stayed that way for a while.
"You OK?" I asked him.
"Yeah, I'm OK. But you sure are a tight fuck," he complained.
"Yeah, well you've got a fucking monster dick. What do you expect?" I asked.
Jeb opened his eyes and gave me a feeble grin. My dick was still raging hard and I rubbed it against his stomach. Then without thinking I mashed my lips against his and forced him to suck face. He complied, although I don't think he really wanted to. But he did know how to suck face. And the activity did begin to get a slight rise out of him as his dick started to engorge once again. But it didn't last. I licked the old man's face and wiped some sweat off of his forehead.
"You know what I think?" I said.
"What?"
"I think you just might like to get fucked. Do you? Would you let me fuck you until you shoot all over me?"
Jeb grinned. "Yeah. Why not?" he said.
I did my best to enjoy having his entire dick plugged up my ass, even if it was as soft as an unusually fat noodle. And I gently lifted up my butt letting the length of that monster slowly squeeze out of me like rubber toothpaste. I was fucking hard as a rock. Once it completely plopped out I went to work on what would get this tall black man off. I'd had plenty of practice in my short young years to learn what most bottoms seem to respond to. I just never thought this old stud would be a bottom. Just shows you never know.
I made him spread his legs. I lubed up the fingers on my right hand. He was easy to enter. He didn't even flinch. I found his prostate and lightly put pressure on it, rubbing gently. Like magic his giant cock sprang to life. I'm pretty sure I could have made him completely shoot his wad by just working his prostate for about five minutes. Despite what most men think it's a soft and gentle pressure that triggers it, not hard ramming. At least that's been my experience. Once I had him at attention I made him jack off. I got him to grab his giant pole and work it the way only he knew how until I had him panting. I managed to sling each of his long legs over my shoulders one at a time and replaced my fingers with my hardon. Thankfully, I'm not exactly small. He opened up to me like the Panama Canal and responded to the strokes of my cock like a whimpering child. He had become so fucking hard. I was afraid to touch his cock for fear of causing an eruption. He continued to stroke his dick until I felt his asshole contract and squeeze hard around my cock. I started pumping faster and when the first shots of thick cum out of his cock I unloaded my own man batter as deep inside him as I could. The old man spasmed for a good minute.
We rested with me still planted deep inside his ass and his legs over my shoulders. I scooped up gobs of cum from his stomach and chest, carefully licking it off of my hands. If you've learned anything from reading these stories you know that I'm a hopeless cum junkie. Once his heavy breathing returned to normal Jeb simply said, "Fuck. That was intense, boy. Fucking intense." He pulled me out of him, rolling over on his side. I curled up along side and put my arm around him. I got off on rubbing all the cum left on his chest and stomach into a big mess on his skin. He didn't seem to care.
"Mr. Jeb?" I asked, "I have a fierce fascination with that giant monster you're packing between your legs. Any time you might want to try this again I'd be more than happy to oblige. You're officially my personal Mount Everest. I'd love to have you shoot a giant load up my ass whenever you're ready.
Hearing that the old guy smiled, reached around and slapped me on the ass.
"Let me work up to it, boy. Give me time to work up to it."
Before leaving the hotel restroom that afternoon I stuffed my Levis and the crack of my butt with wads of toilet paper. After an afternoon of getting fucked several times in Pioneer Park and then taking on Jeb's python, I had to take account. When I started to walk home I was sore, and not just a little sore. A boyfriend of mine, a very handsome latino who was a power bottom, used to tell me he couldn't help himself. Every time he encountered an unusually large penis he had to have its owner try and fuck him. It didn't matter what the guy looked like, young, old, ugly, good looking. "Sure, it hurts," he said, "But it's a kind of hurt I like." Well, I don't agree. I'd never been as stretched out in my life as that afternoon with Jeb's hard dick stretching out and pushing deep in my ass. It was going to take some time for the swelling and pain to subside. Still . . .
I got regular hair cuts at the Hotel Newhouse for about six or seven years. Albert and Jerry took a liking to me and sort of became close friends, although we never went out together or did anything but fuck. It wasn't until after two years of getting them to trim my hair that our friendship became solid.
One Saturday I made a late afternoon appointment. I needed to run a bunch of errands that day and couldn't show up any earlier. When I finally made it they were both backed up with clients, so I arranged to come back later before they closed. Of course, I immediately checked out the action in the restroom and enjoyed playing with the cocks of some interesting men. There was a retired professor from the University of Utah whom I recognized from the sauna up at the University's health and physical recreation complex. He was an emeritus professor, retired from the Philosophy Department and he swam at least a mile every day in the University's olympic pool. I was surprised to see him, because he never showed any interest of playing around in the sauna. And there were two guys I'd always see around Orson Spencer Hall (OSH). One was an extremely handsome hispanic graduate student from the Poly Sci department named Novarro. The other was his chunklicioius straw blond weight lifting boyfriend, Ray. These two usually worked their home turf at the University, recruiting tricks from the restrooms of OSH. That afternoon I had the chance to sample the flavors of all three of their cocks and getting more cum than I could handle. A bit of youth had come to the Hotel Newhouse.
When I first walked into the restroom the retired professor was getting his knob polished by a younger man wearing a US postal uniform. The professor was always of interest to me because he was a big guy, in his late sixties, with a swimmers body and a cock that begged to be investigated. The prof had long silver unkempt hair and a relatively smooth body. His pubes were the same silver colors as the hair on his head. The man had a wonderful broad chest. And the skin on his body had started to sag a bit around the nipples and love handles. Still he was one hot looking man. As for his dick, well. Whenever I saw him naked in the sauna he appeared to have this cock the shape of a medium size sea cucumber. He was uncut. That much was obvious. But he had so much foreskin that it was all scrunched up like an accordion. And you never saw the head of his cock. Instead, it was hidden by even more skin so the only thing you did see was a small pee hole surrounded by an excess wrinkly skin. One day in the sauna I did watch him scratch himself and hold his soft cock in one hand. It spilled out quite a bit. So, maybe it would be more accurate to say that when he was soft he was the size of an extra big sea cucumber. Soft cocks can be hard to judge.
According to the accepted rules of the Hotel Newhouse public restroom, no one bothered too much to hide what they were doing. So I watched from a discrete distance at the pee trough with my dick at the ready as the thirty something postal worker went to town on the prof's thick hard tool. It was a relief to see that when hard the prof had a decent size piece of equipment. All that foreskin disguised a nice eight or more inches of hard meat that looked rather delicious. When Novarro and his blond weight lifter boyfriend showed up they greeted the prof with a loud, "Hey" and a wave. They joined the prof, one standing on either side of him taking turns to suck his face, play with his nipples, and at one point Navarro relieved the post office guy, taking a turn sucking the prof's elegant cock. Not to be left out of the loop, the blond boyfriend, Ray, engulfed the postman's hardon and everyone seemed to be rather happy with the situation. After a while the prof indicated he wanted to move to a place a bit more private and they all came my way. They took over the mostly hidden part of the long piss trough. They didn't even look at me.
It was just as well they ignored me. An older man I'd hooked up with before showed up and we had a good time putting on a show at the visible end of the pee trough. My friend was in his fifties. A dad on the down low. A standard looking straight man with graying hair, a square jaw (when it wasn't full of my cock) and killer blue eyes who sported a golf shirt, khakis, and tennis shoes. He may have been a straight daddy, but he sure knew how to suck and fuck. My friend took one look at the action taking place at the other end of the pee trough and couldn't take his eyes off of the three men.
"That's so hot," he whispered in my ear. He was so turned on by the spectacle that we hadn't even been sucking each other for three minutes until he whispered in my ear, "Would you fuck me?" What's a young toilet whore to do? He bent over so I could rim him as he kept an eye on the foursome twenty feet away. I did my best to make a mess of his man hole and soon was happily plunging myself inside him. Actually, I didn't need to do anything. My straight daddy fucked himself on me, grinding my dick as hard as he could inside of himself. Within a minute or two he was ready to shoot and pulled off of me. "Let's join those guys," he whispered excitedly. We waddled over with our pants around our knees and my daddy friend turned to offer his ass to any one of the four men engaged in hot oral abuse. The postal worker took the hint, pulling his cock out of the Ray's mouth and turning to stick a wide potato shaped tool up my straight daddy's butt. Once he had his dick planted up my friend, Ray slid his dick up the postman's ass. I envied the postman. Being the middle of a sandwich is my favorite position. And knowing from previous experience what Ray's elephant trunk felt like up my ass was almost too much.
My straight daddy bent forward and sucked on my grateful cock as he got spit roasted for all it was worth. The postman plowing his ass had definitely had a fat wide potato for a penis. I would have enjoyed getting to know him better. Hell, I would have been satisfied just poking the postman's ass. But the position was taken. The prof and Navarro eventually got down to business. Novarro had worked the prof's cock into a hard weapon of ass destruction and didn't let it go to waste. He turned toward all of us and bent over, guiding the prof's cock into his taut brown ass. I was sort of amused, because every time I'd seen Novarro I assumed he was a major alpha top who didn't get fucked. But I understood. The prof was one major hulking silver daddy with a glorious cock and excess of foreskin. To have the prof's wet gloved torpedo stuffed up ones ass was an honor to have been chosen. I'd loved to have the prof fuck me, too.
It wasn't long before my straight daddy started to show signs he was ready to blow. I pulled him off of my cock, lifted him up and immediately went down on him. He discharged a tasty big load in my mouth which I savored as much as possible. My straight daddy wasn't one for sticking around once he busted his nut. He carefully slid the postman's dick out of his ass and pulled up his pants. However he did manage to give me a decent wet kiss before he escaped the debauchery going on. In his absence I knelt in front of the postman and swallowed as much of his cock covered with ass juices as I could. Ray was having too good of a time plowing his own flat wide dick into the postman to notice the postman couldn't contain himself. I almost choked on the load the postman blasted in my mouth. He probably hadn't cum for several days because he really let loose more than I could handle. And I can handle a lot. I pulled off the postman before I choked and held him as he continued to heave and spasm with Ray's cock stirring up his ass. He sprayed a Jackson Pollock of cum down the front of my shirt. But the postman was a trooper and at least licked the spatters of his cum off of my face. We did a little deep tonguing and swapped his man batter. He, too, could only bear so much excitement and pulled himself off of Ray's amazing throbbing meat. He quickly pulled himself together and was gone.
Ray reached over and squeezed my hardon. I, in turn, gently squeezed his balls. His cock was slick with what was obviously lube. Without a word between us we turned our attention to his boyfriend and the prof. I spit a couple of times into my hand and bravely explored the prof's asshole. Ray knelt down in front of Novarro and inhaled his boyfriend's fat tube of Mexican meat. At first the prof squeezed his little rosebud extra tight not wanting anyone to enter. Fine with me. I just massaged him with my wet fingers and some stray cum I collected from my shirt. He pounded into Novarro's ass like it was going to be his last time. Novarro, good guy that he was, patiently accepted the prof's thrusts until the prof started to slow down and take longer, less rough strokes. My cummy fingers were doing their magic. I got an index and middle finger n the prof's asshole. It was as if he suddenly remembered, "Oh, yeah. This is supposed to feel good." And he soon began to take long slow strokes. Either that or he had started to get close to exploding and decided to slow down and take his time. I, however, prefer to think my fingers made the difference. However, Novarro was now able to enjoy being plowed and the oral skills of his boyfriend. Just like knocking off targets at shooting gallery it didn't take long until Novarro couldn't hold off the raw heat of the moment. Ray pulled me down to help him get his boyfriend off. We both had our mouths clamped around Novarro's silken brown cock when he started to tremble. In no time he was filling our joined mouths with hot man cream. It was extraordinary. I'd been with Ray before under different circumstances and in a different places where we'd both discovered that we were well matched cum pigs. The second Novarro let loose we made sure it was an exceptional experience for the guy and we didn't lose a drop.
It wasn't that the prof was taking too much time to get off. It was more about all three of us wanting to watch his cock erupt in thick flows of cum -- which we would share. Novarro held the prof's cock and carefully slid it out of his ass. He and Ray knelt in front of the prof's beautiful cock and played it like a fine instrument. I continued with my butt play, succeeding in finding the prof's swollen man walnut. Once discovered it was easily conquered and the semen began to flow, and flow, and flow. The prof ended up doing a bukake over all our faces. He had a very healthy constitution for a man his age, spewing giant globs all over us. Novarro got up to suck face with the prof while Ray and I stuck around down below to clean off each other's face and see what else we might be able to coax out of the prof's beautiful sheathed tool. But the glow wore off. The three men stayed long enough just to clean one another up and they left. That left me with blue balls full of cum and a painfully neglected hard dick. Well, I didn't exactly cruise the restroom for romance.
I cleaned up as best I could and retuned to the barbershop for a hair cut. Jerry still had a customer, but Albert was ready to make me pretty. When he saw all the drying cum in my hair, beard, and clothes he chuckled. "It looks like you fell in. Did you hurt yourself?" he asked.
I blushed and motioned for him to let me whisper in his ear, "I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it. I need to shoot a load so bad it's killing me."
Albert laughed and patted me on the head."That's OK. Let's see if I can help" He asked Jerry if he was OK and could handle the last two customers. Jerry gave him a grin and a salute. Seeing how painful my hardon was he ushered me outside to the hallway and to a small room next door that they used for storage, and naps, and turning tricks, and hosting orgies, and fucking whenever they needed to. I was impressed. There was a sturdy double bed made up all nice and neat. Albert had to move a couple of boxes and then he put some towels down over the bed. He sat on the edge of it and pulled me close. He did his duty by unbuttoning my pants. He pulled off my shirt, sniffing at the cum stains. And then he inspected my hardon. "Yes, I'd say you definitely have a set of blue balls," he teased. He started to suck me off, slowly at first. Then he picked up speed. I was so horny I couldn't cum. That was a first for me.
"Look, I'm sorry. You feel great but I think I'm backed up from not busting a nut all day."
Albert stood up and took off his barber jacket. He didn't have anything on underneath revealing a hot body with just enough white hair to make it even more interesting. He instructed me to unbutton his pants and pull them down. He displayed an excellent handsome fat cock. It was gorgeous and ready to go. He made me remove my shoes and pants while he kicked off his then he pulled me down on the bed with him into a sixty-nine position. I was feeling pretty good. I marveled at Albert's trim build. Not only was his chest hair white so was his thick nest of pubic hair. He pushed his cock into my mouth as he sucked in mine. We stayed in a sixty-nine embrace for a long time just sucking on each other's cock. We took it easy and slow. After while we switched so we were face to face and kissed, holding one another tight. "I sure would like you to fuck me," I said to him.
"I can do that. If I do, will you fuck me?" he asked. The gentle kissing turned to deep probing of tongues. I grabbed his cock, rubbing it against mine. We were about the same size except he was circumcised. I made a little space between us and held our cocks tip to tip. Albert took the lead and pulled my foreskin over the head of his cock and gently jacked off with it. He knew just how to keep our sticky heads together, lubed with precum, and rubbed them around one another until I was ready to lose it. Just when I couldn't take it anymore he stopped. Then he rolled me on my back moved down my torso to suck me some more. I wasn't paying as much attention as I should have, just enjoying the ride, when flipped my legs back over my head and dove his tongue into my ass. He worked my butt, making sure he had a nice sloppy mess to stick his cock in. He held me with my legs in the air, squatted down against my backside and slowly eased his cock inside me. Yup. That's what had been missing. I needed someone to stimulate my man walnut and fuck me senseless. But Albert wasn't into fucking me senseless. He took his time, making long deep thrusts into my ass. I let him take complete control and do whatever he wanted.
After a good rogering of about fifteen minutes Albert pulled me down over him and got me to straddle his cock. This felt even better. I pushed my face down to his and probed his mouth with my tongue some more. He was kind enough to return the favor. "God, you feel so good inside me," I moaned. Albert just looked at me and grinned. I pumped myself up and down on him while stroking my dick. Albert forced my hands away, still letting me fuck myself on his hard pole, but not manipulate my cock with my hands. I figure we spent at least a good half hour with him fucking me. It was great. Then he made me switch places.
Albert flipped me on my back and gave me a few seconds of a sloppy wet blow job. Then he straddled me, slowly lowering himself on to my straining hardon. I slipped up inside him a bit too easily I thought. But he was a man in his late sixties and at his age a cock up his ass wasn't exactly a new experience. He slowly rode my cock making sure the head rubbed against his prostate. Sometimes he'd stop and gently rub the head of my cock specifically on his sweet spot. Despite me inside him, he was still in control. When he was ready he contracted his ass muscles squeezing the head of my dick. It was incredible. I lost control and he sat down on me forcing me deep up inside him. I unloaded like I never remember having unloaded before. My nuts released a fucking gusher. I looked at Albert. His head was thrown back and he was in a state of bliss. He remained on top of me until I was spent and completely deflated. I relished the squish sound when my cock eventually plopped out of him.
"OK, now it's your turn to do me," he said. He located some lube next to the bed and applied it to the fingers of my left hand. Then he directed me to ease up inside his ass and slowly work his prostate. "Not too fast. Just light and gentle, got it?" Oh, I had it. I knew too well how that worked. He then applied more lube to his cock and asked me to jack him off. It was a bit awkward at first, but I soon got the hang of it. And the sound of my fingers squishing around in my cum up his ass was rather interesting. Just when I thought he was about to shoot there was a light tap at the door.
"Can I come in?" It was Jerry. He'd just closed up the barbershop.
"Yes. Please come in, please!" cried Albert. The door opened and closed quickly. Jerry surmised the damage and smiled.
"You guy's finished?" he asked.
"Not at all. We've barely got started," said Albert.
Jerry quickly peeled off his clothes and joined us on the bed, his incredible horse cock flopping between his legs. Albert took Jerry's hand and directed it up his cum soaked ass. "What's this?" Jerry asked feigning surprise.
"What does it look like?" teased Albert.
"Well," answered Jerry pulling his fingers out and smelling them, "It looks like cum." He tasted his fingers, "It tastes like cum, too. Let me make sure," he said and he buried his face between Albert's firm grand daddy butt cheeks. He munched Albert's ass for a few seconds then came up for air. "Yup. That's definitely cum. Any more where that came from?" he asked matter of factly. His faced glistened in the dim light with smears of my cum all over his mouth and cheeks.
"I still have a load ready for you," grinned Albert while looking me directly in the face.
"Let's see what we can do to coax it out," said Jerry. He pulled up behind Albert and stuffed the end of his long flaccid horse cock inside the opening of Albert's juice-filled butt. It was like snaking a drain the way Jerry slowly fished his cock into Albert. Jerry wasn't hard, yet. But he slowly started to grow. "Oh, fuck! That feels so good," he said. "You really must have needed to dump a load," he said to me. "Got anymore where that came from?" he asked.
Albert answered for me saying, "I'm certain he can produce a lot more if we coax him right." Albert grinned at me and squeezed my cock.
I was spent, or so I thought and wasn't able to feel the urge to produce anything at that moment. I tasted my fingers that I had stuffed up Albert's man hole. Jerry reached over and made me put them in his mouth. He licked the combination of lube and sticky cum off of each finger as if he were sucking a cock. Then he returned his focus to violating Albert's hot sticky wet hole. Keeping himself inside Albert, he pulled the white haired man back and adjusted him to a doggy position so Albert was on his knees. Albert was breathing heavily and would give out an occasional "oof" noise the further Jerry snaked up inside his ass.I quickly reviewed having tried to take all of Jeb's python inside me a couple of weeks earlier and shuddered.
"That is amazingly hot, you guys." I stuttered. "I don't know if I can take something that big up my ass."
Jerry looked over and winked at me. "That's not we've heard," he grinned. WTF! I thought. They know about me stuffing Jeb's monster python inside me? I wonder exactly how much they really know?" I blushed.
Jerry didn't seem to get completely hard, just hard enough. He pulled out and stuffed himself again into Albert making a terrifically loud suction noise as air entered and escaped the loose seal of cum and lube. "Yeah, buddy," moaned Albert. "That's it. You feel great. It's been a while since you've been inside me."
I was a bit jealous. I'd like to get fucked by Jerry, too. But naked in bed with them I was more curious about what they did to get off than just fuck. I was still confused. They weren't lovers, but they were still fuck buddies? I found it hard to wrap my mind around it.
"Hey," Jerry said to me, "Get up here next to me on your knees. I want to taste that cock of yours everyone talks about."
Everyone? Who is everyone?? I thought. I did as he asked. Albert just trucked along emitting soft noises of satisfaction. Jerry bent down and tried to suck my cock, but it was too low for him. "Here, stand up instead." I stood up on the bed and had to steady myself with one arm on his shoulder. He pulled me in close and grabbed my, slurping me in his mouth like an oyster. Yeah, I had more, I thought to myself. With this handsome daddy sucking on my tool it would be impossible not to get hard. Jerry worked my dick to a presentable erection. Then he directed me to lay on my side. He turned Albert on his side opposite me so we could sixty-nine. Albert was in pig heaven. It was like having a sloppy wet vacuum cleaner work on my cock as he inhaled me. I tried to do my best to treat him equally. I could see Jerry's horse cock snaking in and out of Albert's ass at a slow and steady pace. I reached between Albert's legs and fond Jerry's balls. They didn't hang loose, Instead they were tightened up between his taint and base of his cock.
"Yeah, that feels nice kid," he complimented. "You can keep that up as much as you want."
Tickling his balls was a winner move when playing with Jerry. I didn't stop there. I poked around a bit and found his rosebud of an asshole. As I suspected, he was closed up tight. I felt around the base of his cock where it slid into Albert's ass. In no time I had a sticky mixture of my cum, lube, sweat and ass juice on my fingers. I returned to feel his asshole and made progress getting at least my middle finger inserted up his butt. I didn't push it. I left it there, letting Jerry's hip movements as he fucked Albert do all the work. Another quick reconnaissance for body fluids to use as lube proved even more successful. And when I returned to feel Jerry's butt hole I easily slipped two fingers up inside him. "Fuck you, you little son of a bitch!" he cried. "That's an unfair move." But I didn't take his complaint seriously.
Albert was pretty much worked over. He'd been ready to shoot at least twice before Jerry joined us. Now I could tell by his cock flexing in my mouth that he wasn't going to hold out any longer. "Oh, fuck. I'm going to cum," he cried out. He flooded my mouth with sweet thick jizz. As soon as I'd gulped down one mouthful he refilled it. But I refused to stop sucking him. I was clamped down hard with him draining down my throat. I wanted him to have a good long spend. I wanted his discharge to be memorable and lasting. The old guy almost drowned me, but it was good. His cum was especially sweet and thick. Albert took good care of himself. As Albert calmed down, with his cock still in my mouth, Jerry slowly pulled himself out of Albert's ass. From my view between Albert's legs it looked like a never ending pipe withdrawing forever. But in fact, despite appearance, Jerry's cock wasn't quite as long as it looked. I later discovered he was a full fifteen inches hard and about thirteen inches soft. He was a shower and gave the illusion of a grower. Still, he had a damn big dick between his legs. I also found he had difficulty getting it hard and sustaining an erection. Once he'd pulled out of Albert he closed in and licked droplets of his buddy's cum off of my cheeks. We swapped what little cum was left in my mouth. And then Jerry crawled up to Albert and the two spent some time just making out. It was kind of sweet. I put Albert's softened cock back in my mouth and gently sucked on it.
Eventually Jerry settled in between us, me with my head still at Albert's cock. Jerry nudged me. "You know that thing your were doing with your fingers," referring to me trying to open his ass up.
"Uh, yeah," I said.
"Tell you what. You do that some more for me and I'll suck you off, OK?"
It seemed like a reasonable proposition. Jerry inhaled my cock and worked his magic on it. I spit on my fingers and soon had them back up Jerry's ass. As I probed around feeling out his prostate he yelled out,"Oh, fuck! Yeah! That's the spot. You just keep that up and I'll be happy!"
I didn't have a problem massaging his prostate. However, he seemed to want it a bit rougher than I would normally work it. He bucked a couple of times, but eventually settled down and I thoroughly enjoyed his work at sucking me off. I was close. So close I had to announce it. Jerry just stayed the course and took me in deep while I tried to remember to make him feel happy. I came pretty fast and to my surprise unloaded what felt like another quart. Jerry and Albert were pleased and shared it. But even more surprising was when Jerry bucked back and pushed his ass down hard on my hand.
When Jerry came he remained on his back, stiff and motionless for the duration. Curiously he wasn't hard. He'd arranged his floppy long dick along his stomach and chest. His prostate caused his asshole to contract, squeezing my fingers tight. He seemed to have a series of internal convulsions as a steady stream of cum spewed out from the end of his dick. He might not have been able to get it hard all of the time, but he didn't have any problem producing loads of cum when properly motivated.
"Ahhhhhh, fuck that's nice, kid," he said. "Just keep doing that as long as you can." His long snake burped loads of cum. Albert put his lips at the end of Jerry's floppy tool and drank the discharge that coursed out of him. It looked as if Albert was quenching his thirst with a garden hose. I looked on in amazement as the stuff continued to flow out of him. It was astonishing and hot as hell. I continued to work my fingers up inside him until the spasms stopped. He unloaded the most jizz I'd ever seen. And when the jizz stopped his plumbing still produced quite a bit of clear seminal fluid. It all tasted good, too. I sat up and licked as much of it up as I could. Albert and I swapped it during a frantic deep kiss. We shared it with Jerry who seemed exhausted. He opened his mouth letting Albert and me dribble his own cum into his mouth and the three of us mashed our tongues together making a hot mess. Jerry swallowed all of it with enthusiasm. We finished our tryst by pressing ourselves against either side of Jerry's chest and stomach, writhing against him with his cum covering us. He had produced so much of the stuff we enjoyed a long mutual session of very messy frottage as the sticky stuff slowly dried on our bodies. A cum junkie such as myself was in heaven. Then we just napped in one another's arms.
In addition to Albert and Jerry, another major reason the Hotel Newhouse restroom was so popular was the absence of vice police. The hotel had an arrangement with the local vice cops. The hotel policed its own property and the house detectives could keep an eye on things without any outside help. What the city vice cops didn't know was that all of the house detectives (there were four of them) were gay, or at the very least they all enjoyed getting blow jobs. That's why most seasoned patrons of the restroom didn't worry about standing around in the open with their dicks jammed down another guy's throat or appear stark naked in a fast and furious ad hoc orgy getting fucked by several guys in an open gang bang. But occasionally a Salt Lake City policeman would show up . . . to get his rocks off.
One of the hottest experiences I ever had was walking into the restroom and finding a city cop in full uniform holding himself up against the toilet partition, pants down around his knees, his cock stuffed through the glory hole, while a burly trucker enthusiastically fucked him. In addition to the trucker there were some other men lined up waiting their turn to drill his ass. I never got the cop's name, but I did get an opportunity to help clean off his dick once he'd finally finished draining his nuts. He had a very nice seven inch penis, even though he was cut.
All of the toilet stall partitions had glory holes, but it was the one hole cut into the last partition where men could stand outside of the stall and get a good anonymous suck job that proved the most popular. That stall got the most action. It's the stall with the glory hole through which I dumped my first load in the place. And that stall was almost always occupied. I swear, some men seemed to live inside it. I went to slip my dick through the glory hole one day assured that one of the resident experts would quickly take care of me and . . . nothing. The stall was empty. Curious, I went into the stall and shut the door to have a look around. I got worked up reading all of the obscene graffiti, phone numbers and salacious messages written on the wall around the hole which everyone slipped their cock through. The temptation was too much. I pulled out my cock. I sat down and played with myself. In no time I was sitting on the toilet, pants down to my shoes, and my mouth working an anonymous cock for all it was worth. The owner of the cock came pretty fast and I was impressed. Then some guy put his small cock through the hole. I took the whole thing in my mouth and worked my tongue on it as good as I knew how. Another quick reward of a mouth full of jizz which, of course, I was happy to swallow. A short but very fat cock took its place. Its owner had a week's worth of tension built up in his balls and shot so much cum that I had overflow dripping down my chin and the marble partition. I had found a new activity.
Sometimes I worried that when I was old and no one wanted to have sex with me I would end up like some of the old tea room queen, just sitting on a toilet and sucking off everyone and anything that came along. But once I found myself in the situation to try it, I found it wasn't so bad. In fact it was damn exciting. One of the more exciting things about it was that several people I knew, men who avoided me or had otherwise declined my attempts to get them into bed, showed up so I could enjoy the pleasure of sucking them off. And they had no idea it was me servicing them. The first of these men was Roscoe, a young man a few years older than me who everyone agreed was a great male beauty of the Salt Lake gay community. He was definitely a looker. I was just average. Not terribly handsome but definitely not ugly. No one ever threw me out of bed. But I wasn't and would never be in the same league as Roscoe. He was just fucking gorgeous. So, imagine my surprise as I looked through the glory hole waiting for my next victim when I saw Roscoe come in. He tried to peek through the small space between the stall door and partition to get a look at who was working that day, but he couldn't tell it was me. Mind you, Roscoe knew me very well. Although he wasn't interested in me as a sex partner, we were reasonably good friends and had been for years. Once he was satisfied whoever was sitting in the stall met his standards, he soon fed his cock through the glory hole expecting it to get worshipped. And his cock was something worth worshiping. He slipped through a semi hard seven inches. His cock was perfectly straight and an impressive circumference. I took time with him, teasing the tip of his cock until he began to produce pre cum (which I thoroughly enjoyed). And I started slow, working my way down the shaft delicately tickling it with my tongue. Once I had it as rigid as it was ever going to get I worked hard to make sure every one of my up and down motions with my mouth added to the full experience of my ability to get Roscoe off. It took me the better part of five minutes before I was rewarded with a mouth full of Roscoe's seed. He didn't cum a lot, but he came enough. I made sure his dick was as cleaned off as I could make it so he could just pull up his pants and go. And he did. A few days later I ran into Roscoe at the only gay bar in the city. He was pleased to see me and then complained that the city was dry, there was no one new for him to get to know and fuck. Of course, I agreed with him and just smiled.
Another acquaintance who avoided my overtures for a roll in the hay was Fred. Fred was a standard issue germanic blond hunk. He worked at the local gay bar as a bartender. We were about the same age. He was good looking and sort of haughty. He had a nice toothy grin when he was happy. But most of the time he seemed a bit arrogant and stand offish. The interesting thing about Fred was I recognized his cock the minute he slipped it through the hole. He had the sort of cock I tend to prefer, although I like them all. He was uncut, eight or nine inches long. Very wide and sort of flattened, but not too much. Getting him inside my mouth meant getting stretched wide, something I don't like to do for an extended time with my mouth. Getting fucked is different. But there it was, Fred's pendulous dick seeping precum and dangling in front of me. I immediately got to work. Fred preferred to be engaged with the experience of getting sucked. He wasn't passive. He pounded my mouth, pumping in and out through the glory hole until he'd reached the moment of shooting. Then he'd withdraw, letting his dick go down so he could start all over again. I can't say I blame him. I would have tried to enjoy getting a dick like his worked over for as long as possible too, if it had been mine. But he really responded when I grabbed his erection with both hands and used them to pump him as I worked on the end of his dick with my mouth. It didn't take long. He was making all sorts of noise as he dumped load after load of cum down my throat. And he didn't pull out when he was finished. He let his dick linger in my mouth enjoying me squeezing the head up against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. He even tapped on the marble partition before he left and said, "Thanks, dude. That was great!" If he only knew. I have to admit, however, his cum tasted a little bitter. In addition to my first glory hole encounter with Fred I have to divulge that subsequently over the years I discovered he was a big old toilet queen. He was always stepping out on his lovers to get some strange on the side in a tea room or park bushes. And on one occasion up at the University''s Orson Spencer Hall I was able to fuck him senseless under the partition between the toilets of a mens room. It was very satisfying for me and seemed to be for Fred also, him on his knees, pushing his greedy white ass under the stall partition so I had good access. At least it was fun until he looked under the stall when we were finished and discovered it was me. We never talked about it. Fred acted as though it never happened for as long as I knew him.
Something that never ceased to amaze me was all the mormon men who showed up alone and sometimes in pairs to get their ya ya's off. I usually found them to be a bit of turn off. They always had strange long underwear on that they rarely removed. They'd pull their sweaty dicks through the opening of their confining underwear and expected someone to enjoy sucking off their stale-smelling equipment. Mormon men were always the worst if they were uncut. It seems the brethren never got the word out on how to keep their foreskins clean and free of smegma. I draw the line at stinky cheese dicks, which means I turned a lot of mormon men away. However, they tended to be the most frisky and oversexed men I got to violate. They often acted as if getting naked with another man was like their first time and they really responded to touch and body contact. I usually had to be careful with most of the mormon men I sucked or fucked because they had a tendency to cum just by touching them. There was a much older mormon gentlemen who lived around the block from me who was in his late sixties. He was a stern proud-looking man who rarely smiled, if ever. And he would show up at the Hotel Newhouse restroom on occasion with another man in his mid forties who was just as stern acting but who was rather handsome. They always wore dark suits and they would have recognized me by sight from having seen me in the neighborhood, but we had never talked. And the times I saw these two men in the restroom I was always sitting in the last stall. The two of them preferred to get anonymously serviced through the glory hole. The older gentleman usually went first and once he'd shot his load the younger man would follow. As I worked on the younger man's cock the older gentleman often stood immediately behind holding the younger man in sort of an embrace, but also helping him stand up. These guys, like many sexually repressed men, got a little shaky with excitement from the thrills of being naughty. I sucked both of these gents off five or six times over the years, even after I found out they were father and son. I'll admit the spooge issued from their loins was damn good. I often fantasize what it might have been like to have bedded the two of them together, teaching a senior father and middle age son how to suck cock and fuck. Oh well. I can still dream.
I had many more anonymous assignations with men I knew but never realized their blow job benefactor was me. For me the most memorable was Nyle, truly a man's man in his mid fifties. He was handsome, tall, and extremely masculine. He looked like a taller improved version of the Marlboro Man with black hair. There wasn't a faggoty bone in his body, except for his cock. He grew up the youngest child of a famous big Mormon family from southern Utah. He spoke five languages and had one of the keenest minds I've ever known. He was well educated, played several musical instruments, and despite having advanced degrees in music made his living as a finish carpenter. He was a real renaissance man. All of his siblings were either state representatives, doctors, managed the local opera company, the ballet company, served on the State Health Board. Nyle preferred to create detailed hardwood floors, ornate bannisters and drink draught beer. He was my afternoon drinking buddy who I would meet at the local gay bar for three or four drinks and shoot pool. When we met for drinks his standard line to the bartender was, "Two beers for two queers, please." I idolized the man. And when I first met him I did everything under the sun to persuade him he needed to come to my house and fuck me. No sale. He was well-known among a select few of famous size queens for having an unusually huge dick and also knowing how to use it. But it wasn't the mythic size of his cock that interested me. It was him. I had a serious life-long crush on the man. And, of course, I finally did have the opportunity to check out his equipment for myself, but anonymously.
One morning when I had the luck to sit on the other side of the popular glory hole Nyle sauntered in. There was some light traffic and I had a line of three or four men waiting their turn for me to suck them off. Nyle was patient. He watched them all pull out and put away their meat after dumping their jollies. They left as satisfied customers. Finally, the restroom was quiet and Nyle approached the glory hole. He undid his belt buckle, loosened his belt and dropped his pants to his knees. I heard some voices mumbling and that confused me. I thought he was the only man left in the place. I could make out Nyle's voice say, "No. This is fine. This will work." Then he snaked an impressive piece of meat through the hole. His dick was about nine inches completely soft. I inhaled him. I stuffed all of his soft nine inches in my mouth letting it expand down my throat, then slowly wetting it as I exhaled it. He was quick to respond. I used all of my expertise of learning how to deep throat on his dick. He wasn't real fat around, just a good thick straight long cock with a nice foreskin. I slathered up and down the entire length alternating by deep throating as much as I could. I finally downed all of him except for about three inches. Hard he definitely was longer than nine inches, but my record for deep throating is about ten inches. So, you do the math. He was hard as stone and throbbing. I had a bit of a hard time still breathing, but I knew how to do it. I heard a bit of scuffling behind him but didn't worry about it too much. After a good five minutes of me doing my patriotic best to honor Nyle's cock I felt through the hole with a finger to massage his taint. That's when I was surprised to feel that just beyond the space behind his balls was another set of balls slapping into him. He was getting fucked while I sucked him off. By who? I had no idea, but it must have been someone who knew him very well . . . or maybe not. I continued to work his cock until he began to shoot. He produced a decent eruption of sweet thick cum I was more than happy to have slide down my throat. He didn't last long. Just a few good shots of cum and then he was finished. As his dick softened he slowly pulled his long meat from my throat and the hole letting me clean him off. Then something else unexpected happened. He stuck his index finger through the glory hole and beckoned me to stick my dick through. I hesitated and sucked his finger instead. He took his wet finger and traced it around the edge of the hole. That was enough. I didn't have to be asked twice. I stood up, shuffling around to the side of the toilet so I could thread my hardon through. I didn't have to wait. His soft wet mouth was right there waiting to return the favor. I pretty much just stood against the partition of the stall with my cock and balls pushed all the way through. I could tell someone else was with him because they both licked and sucked on my balls and worked on my cock. I didn't last more than two minutes. However, he was considerate enough to swallow my load and keep his mouth clamped onto my cock until I began to go soft. I pulled back and sat down, contorting myself to see if I could see anything through the glory hole. All I saw was Nyle sauntering back out of the restroom the same way he had sauntered in. Who his friend was who fucked him and helped suck me off will always be a mystery.
I could write more about sexual escapades in that hotel's public restroom, a lot more. But it just sort of gets repetitious. The clientele who showed up to get their jollies off weren't necessarily the most inventive gentlemen, but they were all consistently horny and usually easy to recruit into mischief they wouldn't normally consider doing. The tore down the Hotel Newhouse in the early 1980s, turning the entire block into a mostly empty parking lot. When I'm gone one last testament to its legacy will go with it.