Date: Sun, 8 Mar 2009 22:26:12 -0500
From: Todd King <todd.king69@gmail.com>
Subject: California GloryHole part two

The following is true, with names changed to protect the involved parties.
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I headed back to the barracks that night just as horny as when I had left.

My roommates were, as usual, partying away, and didn't have a clue about
what I'd been doing.  My cock was still rock-hard, just thinking about how
this guy was essentially offering to pimp out his own pre-teen kids.  On the
walk home, I had looked over the card, and saw that he had written on the
reverse side that either David or Julia was available for $200 for ½ hour or
both for 300 per ½. If you wanted them for longer the rates were cheaper,
going all the way up to 8 hours for $2000 each or $3200 for them both. The
listed availability for them showed Sundays and whenever school was out for
summer. It also read "anything goes, but leave no marks".

I thought the prices were a bit high, but then thought again about how much
he was risking, and decided that they weren't terribly out of line,
considering most hookers in the area charged $25 for a blowjob that would
last maybe five minutes.  I couldn't imagine that anyone would pay for the
eight hours, as just a couple times would pretty well leave me worn out.

It also said that parties were an option, and I could just imagine renting
out either one of them with all the guys in my platoon paying $100 or so
each.  They would be in no condition to go back to school on Monday if
rented out for eight hours on a Sunday night.  There would be no way either
could walk right after being gang-fucked by more than twenty horny soldiers,
probably at least twice each.

Just thinking about this made me realize I needed to jack off, and the
bathroom in my room wasn't the best place for that, as there were too many
people in and out, and I would never have enough time to finish the job
without someone pounding on the door.

Instead of heading back to the room, I turned and walked towards the Rec.
Center, which was open twenty-four hours on weekend nights.

As soon as I got there and signed in, I headed for the latrine, knowing
there were private stalls where I could bust a nut. I walked in, headed for
the nearest stall, and dropped trou.  Immediately, I grabbed my cock and got
down to business.

As I was stroking off, I heard a noise that made me look down and I saw
there were two pairs of feet in the next stall.  One was facing the stall
door, and the other was facing the toilet. I had never even thought about
the Rec. Center as a possibility for sex, just as a convenient jack-off
place.

I stopped mid-stroke, and watched as the legs of the person who was standing
were moving back and forth in a swaying motion.  The motion stopped, and I
could hear the grunts as he spewed his load.

I stood up, stuffed my cock back into my pants, and went over to the sinks.
The chance to see who was in the stall overpowered my need to cum.

As I stood there washing my hands nonchalantly, the stall door opened, and
my platoon leader walked out, with whoever remained inside locking the door
as he left.  Recovering as quickly as I could, I just smiled and said "Good
evening, sir".

He returned my greeting, washed his hands, and left, leading me to believe
he had no clue that I had just witnessed him getting a blowjob in the Rec.
Center latrine.

I waited another minute or so by the door, wanting to see who else came out
of that stall, but whoever it was remained inside.

By then, my hard-on was subsiding a bit, and I was overtaken by a need for a
wicked piss.

I went over to the urinals, whipped it out, and let loose. Just as I was
finishing up, I heard the stall door open. I glanced over to see this
smoking hot red-haired kid about fourteen or so come out. I was surprised he
was at the Rec. Center so late at his age.

I glanced over to see him watching me from the sink as he washed his hands.


My cock immediately went back to full mast, just as he walked over to the
urinal next to mine.

He smiled at me as he unzipped and pulled out his uncut cock. He wasted no
time even pretending he had to piss. As I watched, he stood there stroking
himself, looking at me.

"Hi, my name's Tyler" he said as he reached over and grabbed my dick.

I stuttered out a greeting of my own, and watched in wonder as he ran his
finger around the head of my cock.

"Pretty nice," he said, "bigger than the last guy. You wanna go in a stall?"
he asked.

"O-ok," I managed to get out, as Tyler pulled me along by my dick, to the
end stall.

"So, do you wanna suck me, fuck me, or get sucked? We have to hurry, cuz my
mom gets off from work here pretty soon."

"Damn, I want it all," I said, "but I guess I want to fuck you most of all."

"Sweet," he said with a smile, "I like that best, and I only been fucked
once tonight. Do it hard, OK? Everyone thinks I will break if they fuck me
hard."

"You got it Tyler," I replied, as he knelt on the toilet seat, facing the
wall, with his head resting on the tank.

I started out with one finger, but quickly realized he was well lubed, and
that he hadn't been lying about being fucked once already.

"C'mon, give it to me," he panted as I was working three fingers in his ass.

Eager to please this boy slut, I lined up and shoved my cock into his ass as
hard as I could.

He raised his head up off the toilet tank, and took in a deep breath as I
pulled out and plunged back in.

I reached around him, grabbing his hairless nuts and squeezing them lightly,
trying to get more of a reaction from him.

His ass tightened up, and he let out a small yelp,   making me fuck him that
much harder.

I quickly switched and grabbed his cock, skinning it back, as I stroked him
fast and hard, in time with my own fucking.

I leaned in and bit the side of his neck as he whimpered out for me to pull
on his small nipples.

I grabbed one boy-tit in each hand, pulling and twisting, as I continued to
plow into his ass.

Just as I was about to cum inside the boy slut's ass, I looked down to see
him furiously pounding on his own cock. As I dumped my second load of the
night, I watched as he spewed into the toilet.

 Laying my head on his back, I tried to recover. Less than one minute later,
I heard the door open, and a woman call out "Tyler, honey, it's time to go."

I looked at him as he smiled, and started to push off the toilet tank.

I slipped my cock from his ass, and started to get myself together, while
Tyler was pulling his pants up, and tucking in his shirt.

I opened the stall door, washed my hands, and walked out, nearly running
into a woman standing there.

She smiled and said "Hi, I hope you weren't too rough on him, I have heard
he can be quite demanding."

As I stood there trying to pick my jaw up off the floor, she said "It's OK,
I know he is gay, and know what he does in there. At least when he is here,
I know he isn't at home where I can't protect him. I started bringing Tyler
here a month or so ago, when I caught him with some older man at our house
when I came home early from work.

His father is deployed in Germany, but will be home soon. He sent Tyler and
I back a couple months early.  I hate to think what he will say when he
finds out his only son is as in love with cock as I am."

Just then, Tyler came out of the latrine, and she walked over to him, asking
"did you have fun tonight, honey?"

"Yeah, mom, it was awesome," he replied.

As I watched with utter amazement, the two of them walked out the door, with
Tyler turning and waving at me as they left.