Date: Sun, 6 Feb 2011 21:17:22 -0500
From: Ike Xenophon <oldtimer25@gmail.com>
Subject: Glory Hole Sagas - Chapter 16

THE GLORY HOLE SAGAS
Chapter Fifteen

 Early Morning With Nick, And Without

-~-~-~-~-

CHAPTER 16

@@@@
***

I had spent a VERY eventful date with my buddy Nicky. I had my début as
hustler (and gotten very well paid); found out a lot about my pal's painful
earlier life which made me feel like we were brothers, then helped him meet
a giant, muscle-bound bouncer named Bruno, who was probably the love of his
life. To my amusement, while we had sex, Nicky called out Bruno's name as
he came about as often as he did mine. Perhaps even a few times more.

He became so hung up on Bruno, he called the big man in the middle of the
night while he thought I was asleep. He jerked off talking to the gorilla
of his dreams.

When we woke up past 8 AM Nicky asked to use the big tub in our private
bathroom to take a hot soaking bath before leaving for swim practice,
needing some time to think. I reminded him that we both had dinner dates
the next night. It was both of our first dates in public with older men and
we wanted to see if we could arrange to go to the same place, for mutual
support. If I saw Dan, the hot and masculine security guard on campus that
day, I'd ask him if he had a place in mind. It might make Dan feel more
comfortable to have a big stud like Bruno drooling over a jock like Nicky.

While Nicky went to take his bath, I dialed Jeff's personal phone number,
who sounded very pleased to hear from me. I quickly explained the situation
with Nicky having to hustle to make ends meet, even telling him about doing
it myself to make him feel less guilty. Jeff realized who I was talking
about, and promised to have results by class that day. I warned Jeff that
some girls in the class had commented to Nicky that Jeff kept looking at
the two of us. Nick had had the bright idea of pointing out the room had no
clock, so Jeff must be looking at the Clock Tower out the window we sat
next to. To my confusion, Jeff called me "sweetheart" and "darling" while
we talked. So perhaps he DID care about me more than just sex.

I decided it was time for the two gay swimmers should meet, so I called my
roommate in Ralph's room, where he had spent the night in a three-way with
his slave, Harvey.  A vaguely familiar voice answered the phone, politely
handing Matt the phone. It was Ralph's gay older brother Pete. Matt would
dress and rush up.

Matt walked in whole Nicky was drying off. After they laughed and hugged,
Matt was surprised when Nick asked to borrow a butt plug to get ready for a
VERY well hung admirer. Matt agreed at my silent urging, putting it in a
cloth bag when Nicky left.

I asked about Pete, who I had heard described as quite a monster and
bully. Matt seemed confused. "He was actually pretty quiet, and basically
ignored us. He didn't explain why he had come back to the room a day early,
and sort of huddled in the corner. Ralph was wondering if he'd fallen in
love for the first time, since up until now he fucked his way around,
mostly guys but enough girls to keep from being gossiped about. What really
freaked Ralph out was the way Pete kept whimpering in his sleep, but he was
just happy that his brother wasn't being his usual asshole self. Common,
roomie, let's hit the t-room before breakfast."

"Yeah! Even with all that hot sex I had with Nicky all night, the glory
holes sound like a hot idea." Then I realized something, and laughed so
hard I landed on my bed.

"What's so funny, asshole? You think I should be satisfied after a night
with two hot guys and an audience??  You probably had as much sex last
night as me, and seemed eager enough to go down there to suck some cock a
second ago!" Matt stormed.

I managed to gasp out, "One week anniversary!" He just stared at me as I
calmed down. "It was last Wednesday afternoon that I accidentally stumbled
upon the glory holes, and had sex with Sam and Jeff. It's my one week
anniversary of saying to myself that I`m probably gay! One week since my
life changed totally. One week since I became a much happier man who is
more relaxed and relates better to men AND women. Just one FUCKING week!"
Matt cracked up, and we dressed up in the sexy outfits we used to cruise
the toilet: our tight jeans with no underwear and our jackets with no
shirts. He had his letter jacket and I had my leather jacket. We put
t-shirts and jockstraps in our jacket pockets for later. I'd learned the
hard way that walking around campus "free-balling" in tight jeans can lead
to embarrassing situations and stains. Loose pants was another thing if I
was headed to glory holes. Socks and sneakers and poppers and my cigarettes
and we went down to the lobby. I noticed that there was something in our
mailbox, so I stopped to get it.

It was a note from my future fencing coach. Matt read over my shoulder:

"Ike:
  "As you know, I just took over the job of Coach when the old one died
suddenly last summer. I realized today that I had the schedule fucked
up. Our competitive season actually begins THE FIRST WEEK IN DECEMBER. I
need to see you this morning, Wednesday, between 10:20 AM and noon, since I
have to get your application as a member completed and into the national
organization in today's mail. I also need to start you in training. I have
a member of the team who I've asked to teach you the scoring
points. Although he's a saber fencer, he's not half bad at epee, and will
spar with you when I'm not available."
 "I'm SO sorry about the mix up. Kid. Have you found any yet for the bet?"
"Neil Brenner, coach."

"Have you found any what, brother jock?" Matt asked as we walked outside,
his arm over my shoulder.

I lit a cigarette. "I met Neil at the Rusty Spike and have a friendly
little joke bet with him that I'll find three gay fencers before the first
away meet. Since he had a member of the track team fucking his butt at the
time, and a football player had walked into the room wearing his jacket, he
was willing to bet. The football player turned into my cross to bear, that
asshole Cum-dump. Damn, I hope he's not in the T-room now."

We turned a corner and almost got run over by a security car driven by one
of the men I wanted to see that day, Dan Taylor. I leaned in the
window. "Well, if it isn't JUST the man I was looking for. Dan the man. My
favorite security guard."

He was a bit guarded when he saw Matt watching us "Who's the elderly
swimmer?"

I chuckled. "My roommate Matt Slater, who happens to be gay. So relax. No
one else is around and it's not like I'm kissing..." He grabbed my head and
planted one of the hottest kisses of my life on my lips, dueling tongues
without making it a power play. I was in Heaven!

"I've been dying to do that for days, Ike. I'd see your hot little ass on
campus, and fight the urge to stop you and kiss you. So, why were you
looking for me?"

I gulped. "That was the hottest kiss I ever had, Dan. I wanted you to know
that. Mostly because it was so unexpected and out of character. Oh, why I
was looking for you.. A friend of mine has a first date with a very
masculine man about your age tomorrow night, and I was wondering of you had
an idea where we were eating. It might make his guy feel a little less
uptight seeing a man like you on a date with a younger man. Not a double
date, mind you. Drinks together at the bar maybe, and then dinner
alone. Nicky looks a lot younger than his age because he shaves his body as
a swimmer. He's like my best buddy, and I want to help him, since I think
he's fallen for this ape."

Dan looked at me. "Can I ask a seemingly unrelated question?" I nodded. "Am
I correct that when you decide on the man to take your cherry, you're also
picking a boyfriend? You're deciding if the man worthy of your beautiful
hairy ass is worthy of your love?"

"Is that a problem, Dan?"

"Hell, no. Ike. Do you realize my decision to date you was a decision to
break a lot of patterns because I'm considering YOU as a boyfriend? I think
you're worthy of trying to break bad habits, and I wanted to break those
habits to make me worthy of a man's love. Maybe yours. I just wanted to
make sure we were on the same page. So you see, the kiss was not that out
of character, as long as we are basically alone. Doing it in public might
take longer." I reached in and petted his strong cheek. "There's a
restaurant about a mile from here called `Monroe's' that I've eaten in a
few times. OK, I took a few dates there in a few of my not too successful
attempts to change. They're cool with male couples, even male couples
kissing. It's on College Street and Church Avenue. You let me know the
time. You can leave me a note in the Security Office, since I took another
big step."

"What was that?"

"I'm the senior member of the Security Staff, and to be honest, bigger and
stronger than any man there. I decide if they didn't like that I was gay,
tough shit. So I let a few of the louder assholes know that fact."

I stared at him "You came out to your office? What happened?"

"One guy started a fight. Let's just say that when I'm naked tomorrow
night, you are free to look for one scratch or bruise on me because you
won't find any."

"And the asshole?"

"Is in Room 129 at University Hospital. `An accident.' He's not about to
let the world know that he jumped a faggot in the dark from behind and
ended up like that without laying a hand on me."

"You have me so fucking hot right now, Dan." I looked around. Just Matt was
around. I grabbed the man's head and paid him back for that kiss, pinching
a nipple through his shirt, making the big man moan and whimper. "That's a
down payment for when we get to you place after dinner, big guy. Now I`m
going downstairs and getting rid of this hard-on. Wish it was with you."

I heard his rich, rolling laugh as I strutted away from the car, wiggling
my ass for him, realizing I had never heard him laugh. I liked his laugh.

Matt said "Why was Dan `I'm the man' kissing you like that?"

I grinned. "Because I beat him at his own game, and now we're going to be
dating. And I will give you NO further details. Except for one. Big Dan
Taylor came out to the entire Security Department as gay. Put one man in
the hospital, and nothing else."

"Wow. I have a lot of respect for him now. And he sure can fuck a man's ass
hard. He's made me whimper in the men`s room at the bus terminal a few
times."

As we approached the stairs to the building, I saw a familiar hot body
walking towards us: Gus. "Matt, go in, will you. I see someone else I want
to talk to. In fact. I want to ask him on a date."

He looked over at Gus. "You got good taste kid. I wouldn't mind..."

"If it doesn't work out with me, I'll set you up, but I met him days ago,
and we got along really well. So SCRAM, buddy."

I was fumbling with cigarettes when Gus walked up to me grinning. "Well,
look who's here with a cigarette for me. You were headed in with the
swimmer and dumped him for me. I'm quite honored."

"That's my roommate. Who thinks your hotter than hell. But I wanted to talk
to you alone Gus." I lit his cigarette for him, and mine, and we went
in. My hand went to his back pocket, and his went to mine. "I'm sort of on
a quest, and was hoping you'd help me." I smirked at him as two suits
passed us, tongues out.

"Anything for you, Ike. By the way, are you another Williams? I heard an
Ike Williams is joining the fencing team."

"That would be me, Mr. Williams. And let's not play the genealogy game."

"I hate it, since I happen to be a recognized bastard." I stopped and
looked at him. I'd never heard anyone admit that before. "I've had a
lifetime to get used to the idea, and my old man's been dead for awhile."

"Mine too. But back to my quest. One week ago today, I discovered the glory
holes, and finally figured out I'm probably gay, if not bisexual. After our
encounter, the first man I spent the night with in bed suggest that I wait
until I find a special man for my ass-cherry."

"Wait. When we met, you'd been having sex with guys for only a day or two?"
I nodded. "Ike, you have natural talents. You should be a hustler."

"Uh, actually, I've done it once already to prove a point to a buddy. Not
going to be a regular thing. YOU'RE the one who can make a fortune at that
job. But you seemed to have missed the important point."

"No, it just made me nervous. I'm assuming you're not offering it to me
right here and now..."

I laughed. "I said a quest. It went from 'special guy' to `my guy`. I'm
dating a few men to see if any of them might be the man who I can
eventually fall in love with. Who can be my boyfriend meanwhile, and take
my virginity. One of the criteria is he has to be single."

"I'm single. Broke up with my last boyfriend three years ago. And I
finished the `bisexual' phase when I was 26, but I understand it. I'm
honored. And yes, I'd love to go on a date with you, and see where it goes,
Ike. How about dinner tonight, since my calendar is sort of filled with
family stuff for the next week and I don't want to wait ten days to get you
in bed."

I leaned against a wall and took the date calendar from my back
pocket. "I'm free for dinner. I have a bizarre semi-obligation I may blow
off at about one AM, but we can talk about that at dinner." We had a nice
long kiss. Then, to my surprise, he turned around. "Where are you going,
Gus?"

"Ike, we have a date tonight that I assume will end up in my bed." I nodded
with a smirk, licking my lips. "I've decided to save my energy. YOU are
turning 20. I am a lot older than you."

"What are you, 27?" I laughed.

He took his driver's license out of his wallet. His birthday was the day
after mine, and he'd be turning 40! "Wow, you're birthday is the day after
mine. OK, so you're ten years older than me. Big fucking deal. So far, all
three men I'm dating are about your age. I guess I like maturity. And I
really like you, Gus."

He took my appointment book, and wrote his office and home numbers in the
area in the back for that. "Call me this afternoon, and I'll have made
reservations. Or do you mind a home cooked meal?"

"Be honest. If I went directly to your house, when would we ever GET to the
meal?" He laughed and walked back out the door.

I headed towards the T-room. That really young looking redhead who had
looked like he would shit when Gus and I had entered the T-room the week
before almost ran me over. "Whoa, kid. The cocks and asses and mouths will
all be there, Or are you in a rush to get to school?"

He gave me a dirty look. I was surprised by the deep voice that came out of
the short, skinny redhead. "I AM in school, you asshole. I'm a freshman
here. Man, I hate being a redhead. Everyone thinks you're a kid. I was just
running to avoid my gym teacher."

"Gus Williams?" He nodded. "Is that why you were running last time?" He
blushed and nodded. "Uh.. Well, I'm Ike. Ike Williams, no relation to
him. You're...?" I held out a hand.

He gave it a firm shake. "Roy Stern. Man, Ike, you are one of the hottest
looking men in campus."

"I may keep you around, Roy. You're good for a man's ego. Roy, WHY did you
think the two of us were headed into THAT toilet last week. And WHY do your
think Gus and I were having a private conversation here in this obscure
hallway?"

"How do I know? To take a shit?" He stopped as I smiled at him, shaking my
head, and his eyes grew wide as he blushed. "You were going in there to
have sex with Mr. Williams? The hottest teacher on campus? So why was he
leaving now?"

"Yes, although wait until you meet my giant redheaded English instructor,
Mr. Hamilton. You may decide he's hotter. And Gus and I were making date
for dinner tonight, and to spend the night with him." I put my arm around
the short redhead's waist and lead him down the hall, realizing I no longer
really needed the arrows. My feet knew the path.

I held open the door. In front of the urinals, Matt was sucking off a tough
looking construction worker, who was doing his best to make my roommate
gag, without luck. Next to him my black buddy Earl Pierce was sucking a
very long and fat cock on a well dressed older man, who looked impressed.

The tough biker kid was smoking a joint and at his usual post against the
wall that blocks the door from the hall. He grinned at me, then included
Roy in the grin, handing him the joint. Roy took a deep toke, and brought
it back to the biker. I watched as Roy reached up to pull the biker's face
down to kiss him, grinding against him. Impressive little fucker.

I smelled gasoline. The gas station attendant was there. He and the biker
always ignored each other, but were always there at the same time. I knew
that he had a hair trigger dick, shooting a load as soon as I wrapped lips
around it. A good way to start the morning. I went into the center stall,
and sure enough, his familiar dick slipped through the hole. Perhaps he had
cum already and was working on a second load. I found myself sucking his
short, uncut cock for a long time. He muttered things I couldn't understand
as I ran my tongue under the generous foreskin. He loved it. It took him
many long minutes of my best cocksucking to pop his load. It was thicker
this time, but a small load. He muttered thanks to me.

I peeked into the other hole. Roy was fucking the biker kid. The biker
looked like he was in pain. I wondered if Roy was popping his cherry, just
as I had been the first cock he sucked, and if the redhead knew it. He was
fucking him with long, even strokes of a fat cock over 6" long, since I
couldn't see the head.

The biker had a hard-on and was holding his hands on the wall. He was
cursing, but not asking for Roy to stop. His dick was jumping, and I
noticed it was spraying pre-cum all over the toilet. I wondered if I could
get their attention and give the biker some double attention and relief. I
wiggled my finger through the hole, and a minute later I heard Roy ask the
other young man a question. I felt a cock against my hand, put my mouth
over the hole, and the biker's cock slide down my throat. I sucked on him
as he grunted in lust and he got his ass pounded.

I could hear someone getting a good hard fucking in the next stall. He was
whimpering from pain and lust. I heard my new redheaded buddy shout out
"Take my load, tough guy!" and immediately was treated to a thick, big
flood of cum.

An eye peeked through "Oh, man, it's you! Give me that beautiful cock." It
was the biker. He wasn't that shy any more. I fed him my dick. He had
improved a lot since his first attempt at sucking cock. I was ramming into
him and he was taking it and gurgling in joy. I heard slurping noises I
assumed was Roy eating his own jism out of a well fucked biker ass.

A deep voice in the next stall said "Now it's his turn to fuck my pussy for
a while. You sit for awhile, stud." Hmm, a bossy bottom.

I stood on my toes and rammed in deep, feeding my biker buddy my load. I
pulled on my jock strap and t-shirt and redressed. As I did so, I looked
through the other hole. Earl, normally a dedicated bottom, was screwing the
construction worker vigorously, and Matt was sitting in the toilet. His
dick was wet, with some shit on it, and he was grinning. As I watched, the
masculine looking hardhat groaned and spewed a load of spooge (I guess it
was seeing Gus that made me think of that word) all over Matt's smooth
chest, then leaned over and licked it off as Earl began to curse and rammed
in to unload. Earl pulled out, made the big man clean his cock with his
mouth, and then Matt remounted him as Earl left the stall. I did the same.

To my surprise the redhead and the biker were standing here. The biker said
to me "Last time you offered to buy me breakfast, and Roy just offered, so
I asked him to wait to see if you'd join us."

"Fine, as long as my buddy Earl can join us." I pointed at the black stud,
who's long dick, still half hard, was still outside his pants.

He pushed it back inside and zipped up, grinning. "That is one crazy white
bastard. He comes in about once a month acting all masculine. Shoots a load
in a cocksucker's mouth, and then needs to get fucked A lot. You come back
at noon, he'll still be there. Says he has a gay boss."

The four of us left laughing. The biker's name was Randy Stevens. He was
older than he looked at 22. We teased him about his appropriate first
name. I complimented him on his improved cocksucking skills. He'd found a
number of other places to practice, and had been doing it a few times a
day. Mine was the sixth load he's swallowed that morning. "Randy, was that
the first time you got fucked, because it looked like Roy was killing you."

"No, he's the fourth guy. I'm still not used to it, and he's the first guy
to do it with just spit. I wanted to see if I was man enough to take it,
and I was. Barely." We laughed. "The other guys also had skinner dicks that
you, Roy. But it was just so pretty, and you were just so... forceful, I
had to say yes. I may bleed to death later..." We laughed again as he
rubbed his rear, grinning. Roy looked pleased.

I groaned when I saw my cute redhead alone in Dining Hall, while I had this
crew with me. But immediately five guys joined him. He just shrugged at me,
winked and grinned. Roy and Earl both said "That cute redhead is flirting
with you, Ike."

"I know. We've been playing this game all week. One of us always has
someone with us. I WILL get that stud into my bed. But not today. I have to
head over to the Athletics Building to see my coach." This gave me a chance
to boast a little about my becoming a member of the fencing team. Even
Randy was impressed. As we talked, the redhead and his pals left. A few
minutes later, I did, too.

****

As I approached the Athletic Building, I noticed a group of guys in front
of me going into it, which included my redheaded cutie. I assumed he had a
Phys. Ed. class soon.

I was amused that in getting lost, the first office I walked into was
Gus'. He was alone, dressed in sweats. He got up, and closed the door, then
pulled me into his arms, leaning against the door. "You smell of sex. We
both will tonight. You ARE spending the night, aren't you?"

"You bet your sweet, fuckable ass I am, `cousin`." The Williams of Williams
County had a joke of calling strangers of the name "cousin". "And I have a
car. I can meet you anywhere you want."

He handed me a piece of paper. It had the name of a restaurant "Lucy's
Hideaway", and an address not far away. "It's run by a cousin on my
mother's side of the family. Gay friendly, and new. I hope to get more
business for Lucy. Is 6:30 good?"

"Perfect."

"Was `construction worker pussy' down there this morning?"

I laughed. "How did you...?"

"It's the full moon. He's there every full moon about that time. Stop in
before you leave to meet me. He`ll still be there. He'll be there all
night, getting his ass pounded, and then you won't see him for another 28
days. I wonder who he got to start things off? I like to try to be his
cocksucker and first fucker."

"My roommate sucked him off, then he and my buddy Earl took turns with him
in a stall."

"Earl? The skinny black singer who sucks cock so great?" I nodded. "He's
nice. I'm glad you're friends."

I rubbed my hands on his chest. "I missed you, Gus. I would have preferred
to be with you. Isn't that silly?"

"That's the most romantic thing a man ever said to me, Ike. I sort of
regretted not going with you, but I'd rather have energy for a great
night. I saw that rabbit-like redhead who we saw last time scurry past me
as I left."

I giggled. "Roy's in one of your classes, and it never dawned on him why
you were going into that toilet. He's pretty nice, a freshman here."

"Oh, yeah, now that you mention it. I'd never have recognized him
otherwise. Bet he's really shy down there."

"You'd lose. He practically raped that tough looking biker kid, who is
actually 22. We all had breakfast with Earl, afterwards. He grabbed him for
a kiss, then fucked the crap out of that man. He's short, and hates being
treated like a kid because he's a hairless redhead. I'd advise you to treat
him with respect, and a bit of compassion. I think he has a crush on you,
Gus, although he was thrilled that I have a date with you. I think he has
one on me, too. Called you the hottest teacher on campus and me the hottest
man on campus - meaning student, I assume. Maybe the image of his two
crushes fucking was what got his engine going when we got to the T-room,
but I doubt it. He seemed to be pretty confident."

"You were NOT looking for me, so who were you looking for, handsome and
sexy?"

"My coach, Neil Brenner."

He turned pale. "Damn, I keep forgetting the heating duct. His office is
right next door and he just heard our entire conversation, Ike. Why are you
smirking like that?"

"Let's leave it at - he's like the restaurant - very gay friendly."

Through the duct, I could hear Mr. Brenner yell. "Go ahead and tell him,
save me time."

I laughed as I fell in the guest chair. Gus sat looking confused. I told
him about my trip to the Rusty Spike, and his eyebrows rose. "I've never
been there. Never had anyone to go with and heard you shouldn't go alone."

I described the place to him in detail, and discovering Neil. With a member
of the Track Team who was not wearing a jacket fucking his butt. And out
friendly bet."

Suddenly, Brenner shouted louder than necessary, "Who is it? One
minute. Get in here Ike." We laughed. I gave Gus a long goodbye kiss which
made him groan. He swatted my ass hard as I left.

I knocked on Neil Brenner's door and it was opened by a student. Not any
student. My hot redhead from the dining hall who smirked at me. In a quiet
voice he said to me. "I always knew we'd get together. I never suspected it
would be like this." He winked at me as he opened the door all the way, and
his buddies were sitting there.

Mr. Brenner said. "Ike Williams, meet some of your team mates. The one who
let you in is especially important to you. Meet Eric Shaw. He fences saber,
but started on epee. Since he`s almost your height, and I can`t always be
available to spar with you, Ricky will be your partner.

I shook his hand with a grin. "I'm also going to be teaching you the point
system for scoring, Mr. Brenner says he never taught your class that."

"Can I ask a dumb question. I've seen you guys around campus all week, and
you never wear your team jackets. Why?"

Ricky laughed. "Don't worry, you can still impress that beauty with the big
boobs with your letter jacket. It's an old team tradition. Only new members
wear them all the time. Older members wear them only during the active
season. No one knows why, and we've all worn them off-season on a first
date to impress the date."

"That's Terry, who my buddy Tom wants to marry."

"The buddy you had a fight with over who's balling her on Halloween and you
won?" One of the other guys asked.

I still looked at Ricky. "Yeah, but it was mostly to put Tom in his place,
and help Terry in her campaign to get him to stop taking her for
granted. We both know it's a one fuck deal. And he has a date that night
with a girl who's boyfriend is far away, and has permission to fuck around,
and is so horny she's ready to mount a fire hydrant. Also a one fuck deal,
but planned to make Terry jealous."

"How would she know?" another guy asked.

I laughed. "The costume party is at a hotel downtown and Terry agreed to
stay there with me overnight. Tom's cousin manages the hotel, and is going
to `accidentally' give us adjoining rooms. And Tom's date has agreed to be
really noisy. he'll date her a few more times for show. Actually, he's
hoping that when he proposes during Thanksgiving Break, Terry will be so
jealous she'll finally accept. He's been proposing since high school."

Ricky looked at me with a little smile. "So she's not your girlfriend?"

For the first time I gave what I knew was an honest answer. "There's this
girl I have sex with, but we both know it's just sex. I don't think I'm
looking for a GIRL friend." His eyes got a little wide at my emphasis. "But
hey, now I have a team partner."

At our angle, no one could see. He put his hand on my ass and
whispered. "And maybe more, partner. I think we have the same goals in
mind."

And then Mr. Brenner looked at his watch and said. "Well. Ike and I have
paperwork to finish guys, to get him officially on the team. So have a nice
day, and I'll see you all at 4 PM for practice.

I looked at him and said "TODAY at 4? I have a date tonight."

He had picked up the phone and was already dialing. I heard the phone in
the next room ring. "Gus, Ike needs to talk to you." With a smirk he handed
me the phone."

"Uh, I have practice from four to?" he held up six fingers. "Six. So do you
want me to stink of sweat in the restaurant, or make it 7:30?" Gus had a
great laugh I got in stereo from the phone and the air-duct.

"I'm tempted by the sweat stink, but my cousin would kill me. 7:30 it
is. And check on the construction pussy first." We hung up.

"Just how many men are you dating, Ike?"

"Three. Two faculty, and Dan Taylor from Security."

"Did you know he put another guard in the hospital last night? He's
dangerous, Ike."

"I knew, and he's not. He came out to the entire department, and that guy
jumped him in the dark. And he has not one mark on him. I get to examine
him tomorrow after dinner."

But his whole `I'm a real man' routine..."

"Is a self-defensive act that I was the first man to see through - which is
why he asked me out. Neil, I can handle myself. I may only have been having
sex with guy for a week, but as one of my bed-buddies pointed out to me, I
know people very well. I was afraid of him for about ten seconds, until I
looked deep in his scared eyes. I've stood up to giant bouncers and walked
away from it with a friend. I`m going to be a writer, Neil. and that means
I'm also a bit of a psychologist. One of my friends said that spending one
night in bed with me did more for him that a few years in therapy. So far
I've made one big mistake."

"What was that?"

"When we were in the Rusty Spike, I conquered this football player by force
of will, and renamed him Cum-dump. And now I'm stuck with him as a devoted
slave. I think the bastard is in love with me, while for some reason he
arouses rage in me every time I see him."

"I've heard about that. That was that football player you left me to go
even a score with, right?"

"Yeah."

"Was it a family thing?"

"Huh?"

"His name is Pete Williams, and although I know Williams is a common name,
I sort of think he looks like a bulky version of you. And I like the
mustache. Now, paperwork before class."

Could Cum-dump be Ralph's rotten brother? And was there a family
resemblance there, too? I answered questions and signed papers in a daze.

Was I related to my "slave"?

Well, at least I had finally met Ricky, and we would be spending a lot of
time alone. Hopefully in my bed. I wondered if he knew any other gay
fencers.


But that is another story.

~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ -


Note: Let me know how you like these Sagas, and if you have any
suggestions.  Remember, it takes place in 1970. If you went to college
then, and have memories of struggling to come out, send them to me.

Keep sending in your ideas for glory hole/toilet adventures, as well as
your memoirs of your own sexual adventures of any kind!

My novella "My Valentine Prince", an erotic Romance, was just published in
an anthology called "My Sexy Valentine" by Sizzler Editions.

A gay erotic historic Romance set in 1975-1977, it's the story of a
working-class biker-hunk with a college education who struggles with his
internal homophobia to come out, and then with class prejudice to raise in
his chosen career. Searching for "Prince Charming", he thinks he found him
until Valentine's Day, when he finds himself having to choose between two
men he loves; the one he thought he'd never see again, and the one he'd
been dating for a year while building a relationship.

It's currently available in all e-book forms at:
http://shop.renebooks.com/ProductDetails.asp?ProductCode=ANTHO-01


Copyright 2011  by Ike Rose

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