Date: Thu, 2 Oct 2003 14:38:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Larry Butler <practicumscribe@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tough Boy Facade 2

Tough Boy Facade
Chapter 2
Rough And Ready

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Sitting in a booth in the library, making love to a dick is nothing I'd
considered before. Had I not know to whom the dick belonged, I doubt if I
would have been as fond of the activity as I was, although with the way my
dick was reacting, I can't be sure of that. I'd never been harder and I'd
never been more turned on by anything I'd ever done. My most vivid
fantasies could never compete with this most thrilling activity.

I held as much of Irving's dick as I could manage with one hand, holding it
steady so I could rub it on my face and neck, only letting my lips touch it
when I was considering opening wide and at that time there was little else
I could do.

"Yeah," Irving said to no one as my mouth closed in on him again.

As good as it was for him it was all the better for me. The warm flush of
his overheated dick washed over my face as it throbbed in my mouth. The
skin had retreated off the red head and sat back against the pink column of
flesh that held the top firmly in place for any assault I cared to make
upon it.

The soft gasps coming from the other side of the stall told me that Irving
rather enjoyed someone making love to his dick. I wanted to do it better
than anyone had ever done. I wanted him to remember my blowjob above all
others. I certainly intended to remember it.

I wondered if he'd shit himself if he knew it was me on the other side of
the wall, but he never would, and I'd never tell him, although I was
already contemplating a return trip to the library in the days to
come. Sucking anonymous dicks wasn't something I thought I'd like to do,
but I wanted to find out if that could bring me any where close to the
pleasure of sucking this dick was giving me. Knowing Irving and hearing him
react to me the way he did, made things pretty good.

I had to fight to keep my hand off myself because I knew once I got
started, I'd need to complete the act, and once completed, I'd lose
interest in the game. I wanted to finish this first, and I was sure that
would raise my core temperature to close to meltdown at which time I'd use
my own hand to get me over the hump and it wouldn't take long. First there
were bigger fish to fry, and my own dick would never give me the pleasure
this boy's dick was giving me.

I slurped and licked the head with fervor before getting my jaws stretched
back around him completely. I let my tongue do the talking and it circled
the head in lazy licks.

"Phew! I thought I was going to finish without you for a minute," Irving
confessed in a raspy weak voice. "That's about perfect but don't get too
far down there. Oh yeah. It won't take long now. You've got this part down
pretty good. Yeah, like that with the tongue."

Irving finally shut up, thank heavens, but his dick was doing the talking
for him. It started to twitch and pulse in my mouth as he forced his hips
hard against the metal wall, making it shake as he stood up on his tiptoes,
with the engineer's boots well on my side of the stall as he fucked the
glory hole hard.

"Here it comes," he warned in a gasp of air coming and going from deep
inside his chest.

It wasn't a big deal. It tasted rather like sweet nectar that came from
grams artificial sweetener that she kept on her kitchen table for her
morning coffee. It was all quite nice, except the sweet turned sour, and
the tiny bit of nectar turned into thick gobs of cum. He had ejected two
streams before I got my mouth off his dick as more hot juice ejected onto
my cheek and lips as I tried not to choke, nor did I want to give up his
dick.

It wagged in the hole as I swallowed and then licked the shinny head. The
skin started to reclaim the shrinking head, and watching the metamorphosis
from raging erection to flaccid flesh was as exciting to me as see it at
its full glory. When he withdrew, I knew my time was up. I didn't want him
to go. Staring at the empty hole left me with an empty feeling inside.

In some strange way I felt closer to Irving than I'd ever felt to anyone. I
longed to touch him and hold him in my arms, but I knew that was a fool's
dream. As he withdrew his spent passion from my reach I wanted to grab it,
pull it back, suck it a little more, anything to make it last.

"Go ahead," he said, leaving me to figure out what I should go ahead and
do. "It's getting late. They'll be closing before long. Put yours through
and I'll return the favor."

"What?" I gasped, forgetting to disguise my shocked voice.

"Put your dick through the hole. I ain't got all night," Irving ordered.

What could a guy do? There was only one thing I could think of doing just
then. I stood up and reversed out roles, sliding my hard aching dick
through the conveniently placed hole, wondering if he was really going to
do to me what I had done to him.

The answer didn't take long to figure out. The warm wet and wild sensation
first engulfed my dick and then worked its way up to my addled brain. I
could hear him slurping as he worked my dick into his throat, sucking all
the time.

I'd never been so hot or so unable to think and before I could warn him I
was cutting loose with the load of a lifetime. It started in my nuts and
gushed up through my cock as my hips thumped against the stall wall. I now
better understood what Irving had been trying to do when it was him who was
getting his dick swallowed. I had little or nothing to compare the
experience with.

My entire being felt like it was coming out of my dick and going into him
as he continued sucking frantically, slurping up all I had to give him and
seeming up to the task. He did not give me up as I had given him up. He
stayed with it until every drop had gone out of me. I was left hanging on
the wall of the stall, trying to recover, when I heard the stall door slam
shut and I knew I was there alone.

"Damn," I said, loosening my grip and coming back to the reality that he
had left me alone. "Damn, that was so nice."

Was this it? I wondered. This was love? I would spend the rest of my life
in toilets, sucking boy's dicks and hoping someone would suck mine in
return?

What a blow in the ass that was. I wanted to touch someone, hold them, and
make glorious love to them. The dick was only the doorway to love, not the
whole ball of wax. There I sat, wanting more and feeling very much alone.

I took my time wiping up my wet dick and making sure there was no evidence
left to announce to the world that I'd been exchanging favors in glory hole
heaven. I was careful to wash my hands and straighten up my clothes, even
combing my hair before I left the library.

I returned to the table to retrieve the book I had been reading and I
returned it to the shelf where it had come from. I put on my jacked and
headed for the door, not really interested in going home. I looked around
for any sign that someone was watching me or had figured out what I had
been up to in the bathroom for so long.

It was pitch black and I ran out of street lamps pretty fast. A slight
breeze had kicked up and a slight chill ran through me. It didn't seem much
colder than when I arrived at the library but I had been sweating and that
made the coolness more apparent to me.

I'd barely gotten a block when I heard the motorcycle. It was moving very
slowly and came to a halt when it got to where I was walking. When I turned
to see who it was, I came face to face with Irving.

What the hell was this about?

"Hey, climb aboard. I'll take you home," he offered. "Can't let you walk
home."

I was dumbstruck. What was going on? How'd he know it was me?

"Come on. Get on. Hold onto me. You know, I was afraid for a while you
weren't coming up."

"Coming up?" I stuttered.

"Yeah, after I told you where I'd be. I wasn't sure you'd show up. I waited
for a while, you know. A guy even wanted to such my dick but I told him I
was waiting for a friend. I was sure you'd come up."

"You were sure?" I asked.

"Sure," he said. "Hey, I saw the way you looked at it. What was not to be
sure about. Why do you think I told you about it. I wanted to get together
and I knew you wouldn't just go out with me if I asked you."

"I you asked me?" I said.

"Are you going to repeat everything I say? After all we've meant to each
other."

"Everything you say? No, I'm going to get on the motorcycle."

"Good. Put your arms around me. I don't want lose you."

He put the big boot down on the starter pedal and kick started the bike. It
was immediately purring and vibrating us. I wasn't exactly sure of what was
going on but I wasn't in any hurry to find out. I wanted to get my arms
around him and now they were. I wanted to spend more time with him and here
we were.

How could I have misjudged him so badly? How was it he was so sure of
himself now? Why did he want me to know what he did and where he did it?

They were all questions I wanted to ask him, but having my arms around him
with my face buried in his back was just fine for now. I could question him
later.