Date: Fri, 8 Oct 2010 17:46:03 -0400
From: Ike <oldtimer25@gmail.com>
Subject: Glory Hole Sagas Chapter 14

THE GLORY HOLE SAGAS
Chapter Fourteen

 My Date With Nick - Part One

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CHAPTER 14

Although Tom knew of two other t-rooms with glory holes on campus, he did
not know about the really famous basement one. By 2 PM, we had enough
people on campus convinced that we had always been best friends, with a
number of men teasing "best buddies" for being "stupid enough to let a
woman, even that one with great tits, get you to fight over her", so I
offered to show it to him, although I wanted to rest for my date with
Nick. I put my head into Jeff's open door to tell him I was taking Tom into
the T-room, and would be right back. I ended up introducing Tom to Earl
after we watched my skinny black buddy demonstrate his deep throat talents
on a well hung stud.

Jeff pounced on me as I reentered his office, kissing me and locking the
door. I regretfully told him I was saving my energy for my date, but told
him I'd be happy to relieve his horniness with a blow job. But that wily
red-furred muscle man, knowing how much I loved is physique, ripped off his
top, and within minutes I was pounding into his clutching ass. I was
surprised how we had learned to have hot sex in whispers in his office, and
the enforced quietness made it even hotter. In fact, we both popped our
loads almost instantly.

Jeff then stunned me by telling me that he had informed his department
chairman, an old, trusted (and closeted gay) friend about us the day after
we spent our first night together, to protect us both, since he could no
longer be objective about my work due to his growing feelings for me. The
chairman had read copies of all my creative writing assignments and agreed
that I was a talented and promising young writer, and had agreed to be my
new mentor From now on, he is correcting and grading my papers for that
quarter, and Jeff would never let me take a class with me again. Confused
about what this meant, I left him to rest for my date.

As I left the building, I saw a sight which got me upset: that annoying
football player, my so-called slave who I had renamed Cum-Dump, walking
along the sidewalk towards me. I noticed that he was walking oddly,
probably because of the rough treatment Sam had given him at my orders. A
class period had just started, so we were alone.

Lighting a cigarette, I leaned against a tree and folded my arms, hoping to
trick him into disobeying and speaking to me without permission, allowing
me to end this farce.

I took my first good look at my "property" when he wasn't looking at me.
In fact, his face was pretty blank, and he was looking at the ground. His
left eye was puffy; it looked like he had a shiner developing, which I knew
would NOT have been from Sam. My roommate Matt, my informant on all sorts
of rough sex, had told me that experienced, well disciplined and trained
Masters like himself and Sam would not make any visible marks on a Slave
without his previous agreement. Since cum-Dump had given his body over to
me, Sam would have asked MY permission as his "owner", just as he had
called me early in the morning for permission to shave his asshole, asking
me if my anger at the big jock was a "family feud", since he had the same
last name as me. Williams. The same last name as me, and a quarter of
Williams County, thanks to my overly horny ancestor, who had gone around
planting bastards all over the place, as well as having over 20 legitimate
kids with two wives.

I saw something I had not noticed before: despite his stocky build,
Cum-Dump had all the other common Williams features (we tend to be lithe
rather than chunky). He was limping, and walking with his legs spread
oddly. I felt a tiny bit of pity for the man, although he still generated
an irrational and exaggerated anger in me. I felt responsible for his pain
and damage. He had wanted that sort of treatment to come from ME, and I had
not been interested enough to let the scumbag have my load. Humiliating
Cum-Dump had been a thrill for me which I did not understand; just as I did
not understand why he sought anger and humiliation out in me. I wondered if
my instinct in the bar at the Rusty Spike was correct, and my public
domination of him had resulted in the big muscle-bound clod falling in love
with me.

He looked us, saw me, and his eyes lit up as he tried to grin. Tried: his
lip was badly split. He looked like he might have been in a fight. I
grinned back, hoping to trick him into talking to me, so that I would be
justified in ending our "association". Cum-Dump had a need of some sort for
me. At the same time I had an irrational anger that someone had treated MY
property in that way! That was MY job! He immediately looked down to the
ground again, and crossed over to the opposite side of the sidewalk. He was
obeying my original instructions to him, damn him.

When he got opposite me, he stopped walking and just stood there, in the
pose that Matt had taught me was the one slaves took to demonstrate being
submissive. Either he had been into this rough shit before we met, or Sam
had beat this into him the night before. He just stared at the ground. I
saw some dried blood on his lip, above his nose, which also looked
swollen. But he didn't say a word. His breathing was wheezing. I suspected
a broken nose.

I couldn't help myself. "You look like shit, Cum-Dump. Did Master Sam do
that to you?"

"No, Master. Master Sam used me hard, but within normal limits. He did
humiliate me by taking me to the basement t-room, having me strip naked,
binding one arm to a pipe and putting my belt around my waist to bind my
other one to my back to prevent me from jerking off. He tied a blindfold on
my eyes. Then after he used my ass hard and called me insulting names, he
left me there for an hour to be used by any man who wanted to abuse me."

"And that is how you ended up like this?" I felt a bit pissed at Sam for
letting my "property" get so badly damaged. How strange to feel this way
about a "thing" I hated.

"No, Master, Sir.. Master Sam actually never left the room but stayed to
make sure that the worse that happened was the man who whipped my ass for a
few minutes with his belt. I heard him order the man to stop and fuck me,
or suck HIS big cock. He chose to fuck me, and did it hard, but he was not
very big. My ass is just so stretched from 18 men fucking me in an hour,
other than Master Sam, that I am having trouble walking. And the welts from
the two others who belted my ass. But two members of my team came in and
saw me. They asked Master Sam what was going on. Since they were not
wearing team jackets, he told them. He actually apologized to me later,
after they used me and it became obvious from their verbal abuse that they
were my teammates. He would have told them another story if he knew they
were on the team. That I had lost a bet."

"So what happened to your face?"

He was still looking at the ground, obeying my original orders to him, as
he answered. "They told other team members. After practice this afternoon,
some other members wanted some of my ass. Since I was no longer obligated
to obey, having been released by Master Sam, I fought back against three
guys, Sir. I managed to keep them off of me. But I might decide to quit the
team. Otherwise, I would have to let men use me without your permission. I
can`t fight them all off, Master."

"Cum-dump, are you on as sports scholarship?" I was worried that my game
had gone to far.

"No, Master. My late father left trust funds for me and my brother to be
able to go to college, or for job training. It is large enough for both of
us to not have to work while in college, and would have supported either of
us for a few years after job training as we got on our feet So I can stay
in college if I quit the team. I just loved playing football." WHY did he
have to tell me that his father was dead, too? I hated when I found out
anything that made him seem like a real PERSON instead of CUM-DUMP.

I stood there, thinking. Much as I disliked this asshole, I couldn't ruin
his life to keep playing a game in which I had no real interest. "If I
release you, would you stay on the team?"

"Master, please, no. Being your property is the only thing that matters to
me. Even if you still refuse to use my body, just knowing that my Master
Ike owns me makes me happy. Knowing I might someday earn the privilege to
service you and serve you gives my life meaning." He mange to plead without
whining. He sounded masculine and pussy-whipped at the same time. It was
annoying and.. well, fucking HOT at the same time.

Shit. He IS in love with me, and I have no justification to dump him. I set
up the rules to this game, and I had to play them fairly as log as HE
did. "How about if I give you permission to let you have sex with the team
members who appeal to you, while fighting off the ones who do not? JUST
members of the football team, or support staff. I know of at least one
janitor in the phys ed building who likes man-ass, and is a hot top. Would
you be comfortable staying on the team under those orders?"

He almost whispered. "As long as I still belong to my Master Ike. And my
Master uses me when he wants to. Or just abuses me, sir. Yes, I could stay
on the team under those conditions. Thank you Master, from one
non-scholarship jock to another."

I rolled my eyes. I remembered that the Chinese said that if you saved a
man's life, you were responsible for him after that; it seemed I had put
myself under as much obligation to this asshole as I had put him to
me. This was the LAST time I played a joke like this. I sighed. I HAD
implied at the Rusty Spike that I would use and abuse him, so I had to give
him some sort of hope. "Other than my previous orders that I might drag you
off to use you if I saw you on campus, I add this: be in that basement
t-room on Wednesday and Friday nights at one AM. If either Master Sam or
myself do not show up by 1:30, you have my permission to play there as if
you were a real man. You may even pretend you are a fully real man, and
fuck ass and force men to suck your pathetic dick. Do you understand that,
boi?"

"Wednesday nights and Friday nights at one AM in the Administration
Building basement. May I wait for you in the hallway until 1:30, Master, so
I do not have to spend a half hour fending off men?" That was actually a
logical idea. I might not like him, but I had to admit he was a hot
fucker. If he had never opened his wise-ass mouth to me, I might have just
as happily sucked him off that night at the Rusty Spike.

"Yes. Across the hall, there is the office of Professor Hamilton from the
English Department. Lean on his door."

"Yes, Master. That is one AM following Wednesday and Friday evenings,
correct, Master? Not the morning of those days."

"Correct. Now get the hell out of my sight, you disgusting pile of
dog-shit. And go take care of your face. MOVE!"

To my annoyance (don't ask me why), he limped off towards my dorm
building. DAMN! He lived in the same building, which might be how he knew
my name already in the bar. I smoked a second cigarette to give him time to
get to his room, then went up to mine to get ready for my date.

* * * *

First, I cleaned up my room. The four of us from the night before had left
it quite a mess, and Matt and Harvey had left out a number of their rough
sex toys. I made both beds with fresh sheets, and opened the window a crack
to get the smell of sex and poppers and Crisco out of the air. I lay down
and took a short nap, then woke up at 5 to take a shower, shave and get
dressed. Having decided to grow another mustache, I left the five days
growth already there alone, going for the then popular Fu Manchu style. I
was already more than half way to a decent looking mustache. I'd have a
great `stache by the end of the week, and Ralph and I could REALLY pass for
twins.

Not knowing where we were going for dinner, I dressed in jeans and a dress
shirt, then put on my leather jacket which in the last few days had almost
become my uniform. I put a pair of dress pants, a tie and a t-shirt into a
small travel bag, made sure I had cigarettes and threw in a tube of lube in
case passion overtook us in the car, and headed to the parking lot.

I grinned to see Nick standing there in jeans, a dress shirt, and his
letter jacket from the swim team. He had a swimmer's muscular body and a
boyish face with short cropped brown hair. Like all swimmers, he had his
chest and leg hair shaved. He looked like he was in high school.

"Hey, Ike. Next quarter you'll have your own letter jacket."

"Yeah. I ran into my coach Monday night in a bar and formally accepted his
offer. I am now officially a member of the fencing team."

We got into my car, and he admired her lines. I explained her history and
the plan to finish her renovation. Within two minutes, I had another member
of the team to finish the work my Dad and I had never finished. He was
another car guy! "My dad was a car mechanic and I spent every day after
school at the garage where he worked until he died when I was 15. But I
learned a lot by then, helping."

"Oh, sorry to hear that, My dad died when was 17. How's you mother doing?"

"She died when I was 10, and I'm an only child with no family other than a
great-uncle in a nursing home. From the age of 15 until I left for college,
I lived in a Home, and I don't particularly like to talk about that period
of my life. Let's just say that before I went there I had learned with a
buddy that sucking cock and getting sucked was fun, and I made the mistake
of letting one of the older boys know I found him hot. After that, life was
hell for me, and the people who ran the place felt I was just getting what
I deserved for being a cocksucker."

I started the car as I lit a cigarette, unsure of what to say. I was
surprised when Nick took it from me and sat smoking it, but I lit another
and left him to his sad memories. " Now where is this place you are taking
me to, Nick?" He told me which road to drive along, since the place was
about ten miles outside of town.

As soon as we got to a deserted stretch of road, I pulled over. I grabbed
his jacket and pulled him to me, and we had a nice long kiss. "Nick, buddy,
if you say `I ain't a faggot' again tonight, I swear I'll knock your
fucking head off."

He grinned at me. "Tonight you will find out a big secret about me,
Ike. You will be the ONLY one on campus who knows it. It's the reason I
developed that tough character, and keep using him. But I have to ask you;
HOW did you know my name?"

"My roommate Mat introduced us at a swim meet, and I remembered it. To be
honest, when we were in the t-room I had you mixed up with another jock. It
wasn't until I saw you in Jeff's class that I realized who you really
were."

He put his hand on mine on the steering wheel. "Why do you call
Mr. Hamilton Jeff? And why did you stop sitting on the front row and
drooling over him, and come sit in the back with me and start acting like a
normal human being? I should add, I've seen him in the T-room, so I know
he's gay. But only after that conversation we had about him being hot."

"You tell me your secret first." I insisted.

He stared ahead, speaking almost in a whisper. "I'm a scholarship kid. I
get tuition, room, board and books. ANYTHING else I have to come up with
the money for, and I am NOT on a sports scholarship, but an academic
one. If I want to keep swimming, which I love, I had to find a way to make
money that does not take a lot of effort and time. My first quarter, I got,
well, more than a little friendly with a senior I met in the t-room. He
took me to the Inn where we are going for the first time. Ike, I sell my
cock to rich fags, and if I put on an act about how offended I am when they
make a pass at me, I end up getting more. I've sold my not-so-virgin ass
six times this quarter already. A few hours a few times a month, and I have
the money for the other things I need." He sobbed. "Ike, I'm a fucking
whore!"

I put my arm over his shoulder, and let him cry "Nick, you're doing what
you need to survive, and having some fun doing it. You developed an
interesting character to put on an act for your customers which makes them
really hot. I thought it was hot if confusing when you pulled it on me
through the glory hole. I think it would be another matter if you were
straight, but hell, you're not. You were pretty eager to suck my cock at
the glory hole and you made some pretty gay comments about Jeff.  Now, to
answer YOUR question with MY secret: I also met Jeff in the glory holes,
the first time I found them by accident, and I recognized his red mustache
and great lips through the hole. I sort of blackmailed him into being the
first guy to take me to bed for the night." I laughed. "We're sort of
dating. And his boss knows about us, and is now grading my papers. He told
me this afternoon that he had told him about us the next day. I think Jeff
likes me." I smirked. I started driving again.

"Do you like him?"

"Jeff's the man who suggested I save my ass cherry for a special guy; I
turned it into a search for a man who loves me and I love and can have a
relationship with." He cleared his throat impatiently. "I know I'm avoiding
the question. I THINK I like him. Or is it still the crush I had on him
before, with the sex added in?"

"Hey, I'm just a male whore. What do I know?"

"Nick, stop that! Would it help you feel better about yourself if I let
some man buy ME tonight?"

"Can you be nasty to a man?"

I told him all about Cum Dum, which necessitated telling him about the
Rusty Spike. Without identifying the man, I also told him about dominating
Dan Taylor, the hot, masculine top-only security guard. By the time I was
done, he was horny as hell, and admitted I could be VERY nasty. He also
admitted that it made him eager to get dinner over with and find someplace
private to be with me.

"Oh, Matt has a date tonight, and will be gone all night long."

"Does Matt know you're..? Wait, is MATT the gay swimmer you've been hinting
about?" I nodded. "Holy fucking shit, maybe I really AM gay! I always
thought he was a hot fucker. I also always though he was as straight as
they come. Matt Slater can do whatever he wants to me on our next away. "

"Uh, maybe you shouldn't word it exactly that way to him, Nicky."

"Why not?"

"Matt is into.. well, he's into kinky shit. VERY kinky, rough stuff. I've
had a few beginner's lessons from him, but last night my buddy and I got to
watch as he initiated a Slave. Let's just say that when we got to the room,
my buddy wanted Matt's cock up his ass. By the time the lights went out,
Tom didn't want Matt anywhere near him. EVER!"

"Tom? Your little buddy who you beat up over a girl?" I nodded. "And he was
in bed with YOU?"

"He was VERY eager to finally spend a night in bed with a man, instead of
getting screwed though a glory hole. He's bisexual. Nick, there's a chance
that I might be bisexual. I'm still dating a few women; I just like sex
with guys better. And I WOULD like to be a dad someday, since my dad was so
great. My buddy Sam is bisexual, and his wife knows. He can screw around
with as many men as he wants. They're from Texas, and she says if she ever
catches him with another woman, she'll borrow a shotgun from one of her
brothers and shoot his balls off. He says she means it, and is a great
shot. And they DID have an actual, real live shotgun wedding." We laughed.

We approached what looked like a big farmhouse, with a long, low barn. He
had me take a side road just short of it, which in turn lead to a discreet
driveway to a well hidden parking lot behind the barn. From this side, it
was a fancy bar and restaurant.

"How do you afford..?

"I never have to pay for more than one drink. What did you bring in your
bag, there?" I showed him. "Hmm, if you are serious about selling your
dick.."

"I am. I want you to stop feeling guilty about it. And I'm bringing other
guys here to do the same thing. Just so YOU can stop feeling guilty. I also
THINK I've heard of a scholarship for living expenses for non-scholarship
jocks. I`ll check tomorrow." Jeff was a fucking millionaire. Maybe his
family had a foundation. I was sure that he wouldn't want one of his
students forced to be a prostitute in order to get an education. I had a
feeling I could easily convince him to do SOMETHING to help Nick. Perhaps
there even WAS already a real scholarship!

He grinned. "Man, am I glad I lost that bet. And I have a feeling I'll be
even happier when we're in your bed. So Matt will be spending the night
with his slave, huh?"

He took off my jacket and shirt, and put the jacket back on without the
shirt. "Actually, the two of them will be doing a very calm, sedate
three-way with my twin."

"You have a brother?"

"No, I'm an only child, too, but this guy looks almost like my identical
twin. Ralph lives in our dorm building, and the two of them have both been
having sex with him. He's been wanting to try a three-way; to Ralph THAT'S
kinky. He doesn't know about the rest between them, which actually just
started last night. I just met Ralph today on the elevator. It was like
looking in a mirror, except he has a mustache."

"Wait! I saw that guy the other day. I walked up to him and said hello,
then realized he had a mustache so he wasn't you. Now you're growing one,
so it will be difficult to tell you two apart."

"I hadn't shaved since Thursday, so when I shaved for our date, I realized
I was over half way to a mustache for my Halloween costume, and I liked the
look on Ralph. I grow them and cut them off periodically. But I might keep
it on - I like the way a mustache feels when a man with one is eating my
ass, so I figure I will keep it to return the favor. Speaking of costumes?"
He had taken his shirt off, too. His smooth body was a contrast to my
hairiness. I ran a hand over it. He closed his eyes and grinned, so I
pinched his nipples to make them hard.

"Something my buddy taught me. Show the goods to the customers. Now, all I
do is walk in, and there are boys in the bar before me as hot or hotter
than me, but not dressed as sexy, and I'm over in the Inn before them. It
doesn't hurt that with my chest shaved for swimming and I wear short hair
for the same reason. It makes me look younger than my age." He pointed to
the farmhouse. "That's the Inn, with rooms rented by the hour. Straight
cheating couples come here for a quick drink or dinner and a hard fuck,
too." I nodded. "Now, some rules. Rule number one: NEVER bring up money!
Let them offer it first. If they're a cop, and offer you money, it's
entrapment. If YOU ask a cop for money, it's solicitation, and illegal. Act
offended, and they'll usually up the offer. With your leather jacket,
you'll probably get men who enjoy a bit of abuse, even if it's just
verbal. Those freaks are usually more generous. Rule number two: be sure
you know exactly what it is they want before you leave with them. Rule
number three: get the money before they open your fly. Although with your
hot body, taking the jacket off while you wait to get paid might get you a
tip before hand. Oh, tips: if you really do them good, they usually tip you
afterwards, above the agreed amount." We got ready to leave. "Leave the car
unlocked, Ike. If we both get picked up, we can meet back here, and then
get dressed better and go back in there to eat, or go somewhere else."

I was hard as a steel rod. A week before, I would never have imagined
anyone wanting to pay me for sex. Now, I had enough confidence from things
that men had said to me to imagine some man offering me $20 to suck my
cock, and me holding out for $30. I kept a pad and some pencils on the
dashboard in case I got a writing idea. I took it, explaining this to Nick,
wrote something quickly, then tossed it back where it belonged, open to the
page where I wrote.

We got out of the car, heading towards the door. There was a man with a
suit standing in front of it. He had been sitting on a bench. ""Evening,
boys." he growled at us.

I grunted back "'Evening yourself. Excuse us, we have business to take care
of and my rent needs to paid."

"That's why I'm here. I'm sorry, guys. The Inn has new owners, so there are
some new rules. The old owners were happy with the room rentals and the
booze and food sales. The new owners are not. They don't want to just
fleece the johns, now they want 10% of what you hustlers make from the
johns."

Nick looked confused. Since it was my first time there, I could play
dumb. "Excuse me, but this is my first time doing this. Like I said, the
rent has to be paid, and I'm a bit short this month, so Nick here was nice
enough to suggest I come along. What's a hustler?"

The man laughed. "You two are hustlers. Hustling rich, horny guys for money
to suck your horny cocks or get a hard dick rammed up their hungry asses,
or to think they're fucking a virgin ass."

I was into my tough guy act already. "I don't know about my buddy here, but
my ass IS virgin, and if you'd like to make something of it.."

"Let me introduce you to the reason you will NOT be cheating the owners of
their 10%, and not be threatening me, you wiseass punk. BRUNO!"

A massive shadow moved forward. He must have been 6'11", and built a lot
like Jeff, under a suit that barely contained his muscles. He had the
smashed-in face of a fighter, with a heavy, bushy blonde Fu-Manchu
mustache, and incongruously tightly curled, short blonde hair. I looked up
at him, smiling, showing no fear. "Hi, Bruno. How're you doing? Name's
Ike. This is my buddy Nicky."

A deep voice says "You look like you're a fighter. You been in a fight
recently?" He bashed a hand into his fist.

"Last night, and I won. Over a girl, and I get to fuck her on Saturday,
instead of her boyfriend, who I toyed around with and messed up pretty bad,
then knocked out. But I'm not stupid enough to think I can take YOU on and
have a snowball's chance in HELL of winning. Hell, big guy, I ain't dumb
enough to think I have a chance of SURVIVING one SECOND fighting you. So
hey, you're the boss, Bruno." I held up both hands in surrender and
grinned.

To my surprise, the big man began to laugh a deep, rich laugh, and grabbed
my hand, almost crushing it. When he grinned, he was actually sort of
handsome. "You've got big fucking balls, Ike. I like you. You still got to
pay your 10%, but if some john hassles you or tries to cheat you, I'll bust
his balls for you for free."

"Another word I don't know: john. I take it you're not talking about a man
named John, or a toilet, so.."

The mammoth laughed. "An old whore's word for a customer. Gay guys call men
they pick up a john, too. The word 'trick' is used by both whores and us
gay men the same way."

Nick whispered. "YOU'RE gay, Bruno?"

"Hey, the cute little one can speak. The way you had that pretty mouth of
yours hanging open, cutie, I was beginning to think it was an invitation to
ram my dick in it, but I'm on duty. Unfortunately. And yes, cutie-pie, I`m
gay. Are you, sweet-honey?"

Nick took a deep breath. "I've never said this to anyone before out loud,
before. Yes, Bruno, I'm gay." He grinned at Bruno. And licked his lips
elaborately. Damn, my date was hot for Goliath!

I tapped the enthralled Nicky on is shoulder. "Excuse me, my suddenly gay
buddy who keeps telling me he's no fag. But I STILL have to make some money
to pay my rent. And let me remind you, so do YOU! You can flirt with the
handsome giant here later."

"Ike, the johns ain't going nowhere, so cool it." I was NOT about to argue
with Bruno when he was obviously on the make. I sat down next to the first
man on the bench, and lit a cigarette. This show could be
interesting. "Nick, would you consider going on a date with me? Big as I
am, I'm actually a nice guy when I'm not a bouncer. And, well, I think
you're fucking adorable."

"ME??" Nick has a rich baritone voice, but when he said that word, he
actually squealed.

"Yes, you, cutie-pie. Sort of skinny for a jock, though." He ran a big hand
over Nick's smooth body. Nick closed his eyes, and shuddered.

"I'm a swimmer. Off season, I'm almost as hairy as Ike. And yes, I`ll date
you, Bruno. Although I`m a bit new to some stuff, and you're a bit
.. BIG??"

Bruno held Nicks chin in his hand and almost whispered. "Honey, I ain't
never gonna hurt you. Not on purpose, sweet thing. And if anything hurts,
you tell me and we stop. OK? We go at your speed, baby. Always at your
speed, sweet Nick."

As I sat next to the other man, both of us had our mouths open in shock. He
whispered at me ,"I never even knew the big thug was gay, and now he's
hitting on a hustler. A college one, but still a hustler."

"What's the difference? I'm a college student, too."

"You college guys hustle to make money to pay for necessities, but mostly
have your room and board and stuff paid for, so it's extras, like fixing
that old heap of yours. The other hustlers are supporting themselves, or a
drug habit, or both. Boys with pimps are not welcome, but some are
supporting men, or girlfriends and kids. You college guys often have the
advantage of being in better shape, better looking and younger. What are
you, 18 trying to pass for 19?"

"I'll be 20 on Sunday. That girl I won in the fight is my birthday
gift. Well, SHE considers spending Halloween night with me my birthday
gift; the guy who wants to marry her objected. I had to teach the dumb jock
a lesson in manners."

"What sort of jock? A football player?"

I laughed. "Actually, track. I would never have started a fight with the
little twerp; but he almost attacked me in our math class. Literally. Then
we met off campus and I finished what HE tried to start. But I'm not easily
intimidated. I took boxing lessons for 5 years when I was younger, and
towards the end, the teacher had me fighting bigger, older guys, and I
usually won. Not that I`m stupid enough to fight a man the size of Bruno. I
like having my balls attached to my body, thank you. He`d rip them off and
hand them to me as fucking earrings. But I could easily take on
someone... well, your size."

He stiffened, then chuckled. I had implied a threat, but not actually
challenged the man, and done it in a clever way. "I like you, punk. You
still have to pay your 10%, but if your trick takes you out of the bar and
to someplace else to fuck, I'll skip it. Same for your cute buddy."

"Thanks, but this is an emergency cash deal for me. I may not be here
often. Nick is a semi-regular here."

"The offer still holds as long as Bruno and I are a team as bouncers and
enforcers."

Bruno was hanging over Nick, and they were talking quietly. A car pulled
up, and Bruno became business, but not before giving Nick a deep, long kiss
while taking a nice squeeze of my buddy's hot jock ass.

I had to lead my dazed buddy to the bar. The other man nodded to me. "Nice
talking to you, Ike. If I ever need a young boxer, I know where to find one
now."

"I wonder why he would want a young boxer?" I asked. Nick was on Cloud Nine
and didn't hear me, or my snort of annoyance. I sat him on a bar stool,
then I took one two feet away. I ordered a beer, but before I could pay for
it, a well dressed man about 40 was standing next to me, offering to pay
for it. I snarled at him, but accepted with ill grace. Actually, he was
handsome, swarthy, with a dash of grey at the temples of his black hair to
make him look distinguished. I wondered why he had to pay for sex, until I
saw the wedding ring.

I sipped my beer, ignoring him. "I'm Nick.' He said.

"So?"

He pulled a barstool over and got a beer for himself, getting close to
me. "What's you name, handsome?"

"What kind of fag question is that?"

He looked stricken, and then whispered. "A fag question from a married
queer man who would like to spend some time making you very happy." I
looked at him. "I could make it worth your while to spend time with me
while I show you some pleasurable tricks. Hasn't anyone ever told you that
a guy gives better head than a broad?"

Turning from him, I snorted. "I ain't no fag. I like pussy." Now I could
see why Nick developed the line. It had come to my lips so easily, and
Nick`s eyes had lit up when I said it. What a fun game!

"You wouldn't have to do anything except shoot a massive load of cum in my
ass. And I'll pay you $50 to do it."

"Humph. Sounds like a lot of fairy stuff to me. My buddy and me just
stopped in for a beer."

"OK, make it $100, but you have to tell me you name. Fucking an ass is
almost the same as fucking a pussy, only it's tighter."

"Let me understand this. You give me a $100, and then all I have to do is
tell you my fucking name, and screw your fag pussy?"

"Well, if you feel like calling me names while you're doing it, and
insulting me, I couldn't stop you." He smiled. So, I was being paid $100
primarily to be an abusive asshole. Hell, I've already done THAT for
free. And enjoyed doing it.

"OK, faggot Nicky-boy. You got a real man to screw your pussy. I'll pay my
rent with that money, then take my girlfriend out to dinner with the
rest. I guess fucking YOUR fag ass don't make me no faggot, right?"

"Oh, no, you're ALL man.. um.."

"Ike, but you can call me SIR most of the time, scumbag."

Nick whispered "Oh, YES, SIR, Ike, Sir!"

A handsome man in his 30's was talking to Nick and running his hand over
his chest. Nick pushed him away, and the man apologized. This was a lot of
fun!

I sipped my beer, ignoring my john, waiting for him to take the next
move. When I was finished, he gulped his beer down. "Sir, we could get a
room in the Inn next door?"

"I guess so. Unless you want to do it in the back seat of my car?'

He smiled. "No, I think a bed is more comfortable. And private. Do you
really want someone seeing you with your big, manly dick plunging into me,
Ike, sir?"

Nick and his john got up, and left though a side door. "OK. Take me there,
Nicky-boy."

He lead me through the same door. We had to wait while Nick and "Adam
Smith" registered and were given a key. I was surprised when Nick at least
registered as Nick, and I doubt that "Popolus" was fake, either.  He looked
Greek. Our room was next to Nick and "Adam Smith's." I could here Nick
snarling what sounded like orders at "Adam".

At first, I nervously stood rigidly next to the locked door as Nick hung
his suit in the closet. While he did that, remembering Nick's advise, I
hung my jacket on the door knob. When he turned around, he groaned at the
sight of me shirtless, my fingers hooked in my pockets. I had the married
man hooked. He took one step towards me but I held out my hand, making the
universal sign for money. He went back to the closet, returning with five
$20 bills, which he counted out in my hand. I put it folded in my jacket
pocket.

Nick had stripped naked. He had a very nice body, and a beautiful ass. His
entire body was fairly dark, and very hairy, so I was sure I was right in
my guess that the name was real, and he was of Greek ancestry. He was hard
and dripping, and his uncut cock was very edible, but not on the tonight's
menu. I snarled again to get into the role, and my puffed up cock actually
got softer.

I had kicked off my shoes. I pointed to the floor in front of me as I lit a
cigarette, and he fell to his knees. He nuzzled my crotch with his nose,
chewing my cock through my jeans. He unzipped me, and was surprised when my
cock flopped out at him. He swallowed my half hard cock to the root, and
had me hard in no time, as I grabbed his head and fucked his face.

"Yeah. You're a good fucking cocksucker, faggot. You know how to treat a
REAL man right and make him hot. You're almost as hot as a real fucking
woman, cocksucker. Let me see that fag pussy you were boasting about, you
fucking queer cum dump."

"Yes, Sir, Ike!" He got on all fours on the bed, then spread his cheeks. He
had a nice ass. Hairy, muscular and manly. I grinned to myself. Two weeks
before, I would never have noticed. I wet a finger and pushed it in his
ass, which was already greased. "You're an eager little whore fag, ain't
you? All greased up so you can get a real man's big cock rammed in that
ass-pussy of yours fast!"

"Fuck my fag pussy, Ike, sir. Make me your woman. Make me scream!" I
slapped his ass cheek. "Yes! Use me as your toy! Use me!"

I teased his ass with my cock, slapping him again harder. I could hear the
man in the next room groaning and cursing as Nick-my-buddy did something to
him. I rammed into the-Nick-with-me, my balls slapping his, causing him to
wail, "FUCK, IKE! YES! USE MY PUSSY HOLE!!!! FUCK MEEEE!"

I didn't need a second invitation. He might like getting fucked but he was
tight enough that I doubted that he got it often. I began to give him what
he had paid for. I was pounding him as I slapped his cheeks. I snarled some
insults at him "What a loose fucking hole! I thought you told me fag ass
was tight?" He tightened his ass muscles, and almost broke my dick off!
Man, was he hot!

"Ike, sir, may I get on my back while you fuck my ass, sir, so I can look
at your handsome face?" Damn, I was still a sucker for anyone who found me
attractive. I pulled out with a plop like a champagne cork, and flipped him
on his back. I put the cigarette out in an ashtray. I rammed back in as he
moaned out loud, running his hands through my chest hair. I twisted one of
his nipples and felt his ass spasm in response. "Oh, YES! I never knew that
I loved that! Yes, Ike! Do it more, PLEASE!"

I began to abuse his chest, then worked on his balls a little, and he went
wild. He kept yelling my name, and his ass was clutching at me so much, I
though he was going to cum.  I decided to try an experiment. I began to
breathe faster, and a bit raggedly. "Yeah, Nicky-faggot, you got your
stud-Man really fucking hot! He's gonna fill you up with his spooge soon."

Hearing that, his ass spasmed as he spewed forth a massive load with a
yell. I also yelled and rammed into him. I twisted his nips as I faked an
orgasm, jerking around and pulsating my cock.

"Fuck, fag boy, that's one fine pussy. Best cum I've had in years. I'm
still hard, but you understand; I can sell this second load later." I
smiled at him. He looked proud. The tough straight punk man-whore had
complimented him and actually smiled!

I lay on the bed, my dick slowly deflating in front of his hungry eyes, and
lit a cigarette. He cuddled up against me, and I handed him the cigarette,
lighting another, putting the ashtray on his cum coated belly. We lay there
smoking for a few minutes.

"That was great, Ike. Best I ever had."

"Thanks, Nick. First time I ever sold it. I needed some extra money and my
buddy brought me here. But can I ask a personal question, Nick? Risking a
tip?" I grinned at him.

"Believe me, you've got a good tip coming, Ike, so ask."

"Do you get off paying for it? Because you're a good looking guy. I know
you're married, but I know a lot of married men who get it for free. To be
honest, with your looks, body, dick and ass, you`d really be popular."

He laughed. "A hustler trying to convince a john to go get free sex?"

"First of all, I told you, this was an emergency thing. It really is the
first time I ever sold my dick. I doubt that I'll do it often. So I'm not
really a hustler. Second: the new owners are tough, so don't spread it
around, or their big ape of a bouncer Bruno will bash me to dog shit. I was
just asking. If you LIKE paying for it, that's your fucking business, man."
I started to get up.

He out a hand on my arm to stop me, "No, I don't like it." He whispered. "I
didn't realize that I liked guys until after I was married and had three
kids, so when I found a friend in the same situation, and he brought me
here, I thought this was my only option. About once a month, my friend and
I take a room together for oral sex, but we both like to get fucked, and we
both like getting fucked by tough guys. So I come back a few times a year
for a real tough hustler to scratch that itch in my ass and be abusive,
because I feel guilty. When I saw you, I decided to pay top dollar, since I
didn't want anyone else getting to you first." He gave me a big grin. Man,
he was handsome!

"Nick, are you ever near the College?"

"I live six blocks from North Gate. Why?"

"Ever hear of a wonderful thing called a glory hole? A hole between a
couple of toilet stalls where men have anonymous sex?" He stared at
me. "There are plenty of them around town, and some bars where men go
downstairs, and check their clothes, and have sex for hours at end. But
there is a great t-room, that's a toilet for sex, in the basement of the
Administration Building on campus. Enter under the main stairs. About waist
high, you'll find arrows carved into the bricks of the wall to guide you
through the maze of hallways. They eventually lead you down a short hallway
to a Men's Room where there is sexual activity 24 hours a day. You can meet
men to date, or have sex through a glory hole, or together in a cubicle, or
sometimes out in the open for everyone else to watch and even join in. If I
meet you down there, I'll tell you about some of the other places. Ask some
guys to take you to a bar called The Rusty Spike - but on a weeknight. I
understand it gets pretty wild and dangerous on weekends. I have a buddy
who lost his ass cherry by getting gang raped on a Saturday night there."

"So, you're gay, Ike? A tough guy like you?"

"Bisexual. The bruises on my face are from a fight over who gets to fuck
this girl with amazing boobs on Halloween - the night before my
birthday. She wanted it to be me, the guy who wants to marry her got
jealous and started a fight. I toyed with him, messed his face up bad, then
knocked him out and fucked his ass. He loved it and ended up spending last
night in my bed."

"Wow. So you really are a tough guy. Are you a jock like the cute guy you
came in with?"

"I'll be on the fencing team starting next quarter. So I guess I am a
jock. I was second string football in high school."

"Ike, I could fall in love with you." He stroked my newly grown mustache.

"Don't, Nick. If I get seriously involved with a man, he has to be
available for a long term relationship; so married men need not apply for
the job of popping my ass cherry. I just realized I liked sucking cock and
fucking ass last week, by the way, so I'm a lot more straight than gay, I
guess. But then, I have a date with a guy tonight. So I gotta get going."
Deciding to show him that I liked him, I leaned over, and gave him a deep,
long kiss, then slapped his ass hard with a laugh. "Just so you don't think
I'm getting soft. See you in that basement, Nick." I winked at him.

I got up and as I started to get dressed, Nick walked to the closet, and
returned to me. Taking two folded bills, he pushed them in my jeans
pocket. "A little tip." I left after he gave me a long, gentle kiss.

Nick was just walking out of his room "What a freak! Wanted me to slap him
around before I screwed his loose ass, and never told me before. Well, he
paid me good. How about you?"

"Tell you later. Let`s get the hell out of here."

When we got downstairs, Bruno and his little pal was waiting. "Your tips
are yours. But you owe 10% of the negotiated fee." the man in suit barked
at us.

I took out the $100 and Nick's eyes bugged. "Hey, Nicky, I took your advice
and trailed him along, getting him hot, then told him $50 wasn't enough. I
figured he'd up it to $60 and almost shit in my pants when he made it
$100." The man took a $20 and handed me a $10. Nick had made $50. Before we
left, Bruno cornered Nicky, put something in his pocket, then gave him a
big hug and kiss. They whispered, looking close and cuddly. Well, as cuddly
as Goliath could look hanging over young David. But then, we all know who
won THAT fight!

The other man and I were stuck again watching the strange couple for a few
minutes as they kissed and whispered. I couldn't help saying to the other
man "Bruno seems to have stolen my date. Well, it's a one night date,
because I won a bet with him. But it looks like Bruno won the war."

The other man sounded a bit disappointed. "I wish I knew before that Bruno
was gay, because.."

"Buddy, he would have made a pass already if he was interested. Look how he
jumped on Nicky. So don't feel bad. You just aren't his type. And before
you look at me, I'm bisexual. That story about the fight over fucking that
girl with massive knockers was 100% true. I just like an occasional trip to
Queer-town. So I ain`t looking for a boyfriend. Although I wouldn`t mind
seeing Bruno naked and excited. As long as he wasn't going after my truly
virgin ass." The man giggled. A car drove into the parking lot, and three
young hustlers got out. Bruno kissed Nick goodbye and melted back into the
shadows.

I had take my dewy-eyed buddy back to the car. "Amazing! The john liked me
and we had a long talk, and he shoved a tip in my jeans." We got in the
car.  "Nick, pick up my pad and read what I wrote there before we got out
of the car. Out loud."

He opened the pad and read, "I'm going to give whatever I make tonight as a
prostitute to Nick, since it's HIS income for supporting himself, and I
have a big trust fund allowance. It's just an adventure for me." I handed
him the $90 and glared at him when he tried to argue. He looked like he was
going to cry, so I gave him a hug.

Nick pulled another $20 from his jeans. "What did you get as a tip, Ike?"

"You can pull it out when we're alone in my room, unless I turned you off
by all this. By the way, I faked it with him."

"What?"

"When he began to shoot, I rammed in and yelled how much I was
cumming. Then I told him his pussy was so good, I was still hard, but I was
saving it for my next customer. That would be you, buddy."

He grinned. "I faked it, too!" We both laughed. Then we kissed, long and
slow. For a few minutes, he didn't seem to remember that big blond
behemoth. I know it was temporary, but that was OK. I had no long term
plans for Nicky other than friendship.

"Do you want to eat in this whorehouse, or someplace a little less
emotionally explosive? Come to think of it, if we go back in, some more
johns might bother us while we eat. And I DO want to be alone with you,
Nicky, even if you ARE In love with Bruno." He blushed. "It's alright,
Nicky. You're my buddy, not my boyfriend. I just hope that scholarship is
available, so you can retire from hustling and feel better about dating
Bruno, who I really do like. I'm scared shitless of him, but I think he'll
treat YOU like a king." I began to drive back towards town.

"You were scared of him? But you were so calm when you were talking to
him. Now, I was afraid I would shit in my pants, until he smiled at
me. Then I knew he was..." I patted his hand.

"Maybe I should switch majors from writing to acting. I really bullshit
guys so well. My trick thought was a real tough straight guy." We were
getting close to town. "Actually, I knew when I started talking to him that
he was tough but not a bully, so I knew as long as I stood my ground and
let him know that I was NOT intimidated by his size, but also respected him
as the superior fighter, we'd be fine. He wanted to know if I was a
fighter, I told him I was. We knew we spoke the same language; our faces
had the marks on it. I knew that he's a tough guy who's had a lot of
fights, but not mean, vicious or nasty. I also knew that he was doing a
job. If he had to, he would have broken our legs for cheating his bosses,
but he wouldn't have taken any pleasure from it." Nick just stared at
me. "I was the shortest, youngest kid in boxing class. I learned that I had
to stand toe to toe with some bigger guys to get them to respect me, and
found that often that meant that I had the fight won already, before we
ever touched gloves. Hey, maybe I should major in psychology?" We laughed.

"I know a nice place near enough campus that I can park my baby safely in
the lot there, and leave her there overnight. That way we can have a few
drinks with dinner to celebrate my début as a hustler. You know, I actually
had fun. I might do it again a few times, and bring some of my buddies
along so they can try it out, too. I noticed a few older guys at the bar
who looked more like hustlers than johns."

"Yeah, some of the johns like actual MEN hustlers. I saw this hot guy with
grey hair, muscles and tattoos who looked like a construction worker
working the bar a few times, and he seemed to do pretty good. So, Bruno
doesn't bother you? I mean, me and Bruno?"

I laughed. "As long as you do not mention him again until after we have
wake up sex." He looked at me to see if I was joking. I gave him an
inscrutable look. He sighed and shrugged. Nicky had discovered that he
could not figure me out as easily as he thought.

We had a great meal, with a bottle of wine. Nicky kept asking me about the
tip that Nick-the-john had given me. I told him that since it was HIS
money, he could take it from my pocket if he was willing to do it in a
public place. I told him how I told Nick about the way to find the t-room,
since I liked him.

When no one was looking, Nicky put two fingers in my pocket, and pulled out
two bills. I was cutting my streak, when I heard him gasp. I looked
over. He was holding two $100 bills! "Hey, I guess that makes me an
EXPENSIVE fucking whore, Nicky! Now I'm sorry I told my john where the
t-room was. I should have set up regular dates with him at the Inn. I could
have created a `scholarship` for you myself, based on my cock and his
hungry ass."

"Hey, don't joke about it, Ike. What we did was a crime, even if you had
fun."

"No it wasn't." He started to argue. "Nicky, you're not from Williams
County, are you?"

"Not even from this state. I'm from a small town in upstate New York, near
Syracuse. But I HAVE been here long enough to know why there are so many
people named Williams."

"That explains it. Williams County has some other odd things about it. My
ancestor who was the first settler in the County, and who also wrote most
of the laws for the county, was what I guess you what call a
freethinker. His laws reflected his liberal philosophies. As long as it is
done by a consenting, free adult over 17, gender not mentioned,
prostitution is legal in this county, although some towns and cities have
banned it. He wrote the law to ban slave owners from selling the sexual
favors of his slaves, since he was anti-slavery. The Inn is outside of the
town, in unincorporated county area. I saw the city limits sign as we drove
there. In fact, it was in front of us where we parked to kiss. So what we
did was legal. The Inn's original owners were really smart people. Liquor
licenses are only required in towns and cities in the County. The State
Liquor Authority took that one all the way to the Supreme Court after
Prohibition, and lost. The County liquor selling laws predated the state
laws. The county prostitution laws got upheld at the same time. There`s
sort of an unspoken agreement not to turn it into a sex industry for
tourists, but keep it local. But a lot of men, and some women, find out
about how easy it is to find whorehouses in Williams County. That`s why
this town has that huge convention center, and a lot of hotels with areas
for conventions."

Nick didn't want to take the money, until I told him the amount of my
monthly trust fund check, which was the first time he realized that
although I'm not filthy rich, I have no need to sell my cock except for
fun. I finally suggested he take the money and take Bruno someplace nice
someday, after he retired when he got that scholarship. I had to keep
reminding him that I liked Bruno, that I even found him attractive, and
that I knew that the big muscle man would worship the ground Nick walked on
if they made it past the first few confusing dates.

"How can you tell that?"

"Because the big muscle dolt already is half in love with you, and he's
also scared shitless that he'll do something to turn you off or scare
you. Nicky, you already have him by the balls, which I bet are massive. You
have to decide if you want to keep him, because once you let him know how
you feel about him, you'll have him forever. You won't be able to get rid
of him. You have to decide first if that`s what you want."

"How come you're so smart, Ike?"

I snorted. "If I was THAT smart, I wouldn't have started that thing with
that muscle-bound asshole Cum Dump. He's MY Bruno, and I think I'm stuck
with him, unless he screws up, which he won`t do, because he loves me for
some strange reason. I realized that this afternoon. Unfortunately, I don't
even LIKE him. At least you have a devoted slave who you`re falling in love
with." We laughed.

And then I thought sourly that if I was THAT smart, I'd figure out exactly
what Jeff meant to me, and if he actually wanted more than a hot time with
me.

Mildly drunk, we walked back to campus, to head to my bed and explore each
other's bodies. And that's when we had a fantastic time.



But that is another story.

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            "The Date With Nick" to be continued in Part Two...

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Note: Keep sending in your ideas for glory hole/toilet adventures, as well
as your memoirs of your own sexual adventures of any kind! Or your hottest
sexual fantasies.

Don't get to carried away with hustler FANTASIES, since it will be some
time before the fictional Ike follows up and takes some friends back out to
the Inn for some hustling adventures. But if you have actually DONE some
sex-work, (or hired some hot - or not so hot, even terrible- hustlers) feel
free to send me some of your adventures. With the right material, I might
make his trip back there earlier, or create some other kind of hustling
adventure. Perhaps when he tells some friends about his adventure, they'll
confess their own rent-boy pasts. The advantage of so many older
fuck-buddies who have led rough lives.

Copyright 2010 "Ike"

 This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior
consent from the author who can be contacted at Oldtimer25@gmail.com

Other stories by me are listed in the NIFTY archives under "Prolific
Writers", under the name "Oldtimer25". Let me know how you like them, and
if you have any suggestions for this series. Remember, it takes place in
1970-1971.