Date: Mon, 2 Aug 2010 21:52:21 -0400
From: oldtimer25@gmail.com
Subject: "Glory Hole Sagas" 2

"The Glory Hole Sagas"
Chapter Two

Return to the Glory Hole

I returned to my room that Wednesday night very... stimulated. And a little
confused. I was ready to accept that I MIGHT be gay, but I really did enjoy
sex with a women, and was pretty sure that I still wanted to marry and have
children some day. I found my roommate in the room, and once again mourned
the fact that my great roommate from freshman year had decided to run off
to join a commune in California with some hippy-freak girl, and I had been
assigned to a stranger who was distant and ... well, sort of a cold fish,
to make a bad joke.

Matt was a senior who was on the swim team. He had been in the Army, so he
was already 25 years old, and he was about an inch shorter than me with
that lithe swimmer`s build. When I informed the school that my roommate was
gone, they asked me if I would mind moving to the upper classman's dorm. I
jumped at the chance of having a bigger room, no curfew, and a private bath
instead of the public showers and toilets of the freshman/sophomore dorm.

I had been very close to my old roommate, Jack. We drank beer, smoked dope
and went to parties together. Jack was firmly straight, but very casual
about his sexual needs. If I was studying and he was horny, he'd jerk off
with the light on, right in front of me. I would do the same with him. It
was not unusual for us to both be jerking off at the same time while we
talked about the girls in school we'd like to nail. He introduced me to one
of my current girlfriends, who he had been sleeping with when he hooked up
with "Wildflower", the woman who dragged him off to the commune.

Wildflower was a pretty wild woman. One night, Jack told me that she wanted
to do a three way with me! She lived in a commune type house, and had her
own room. Jack and I took turns fucking her for hours while the three of us
got high on pot. I have to admit that watching Jack fuck her had turned me
on, but until now, I had assumed it was because of Wildflower. Now I
realized that it was Jack who had turned me on, and began to regret the
lost opportunity to try to have sex with him while with Wildflower. Or
while sharing a room with him. How easy it would have been while stoned and
horny to turn a jerk off session into sex!

Matt was very different. He was quiet, and had very few friends. He had a
fiancé he planned to marry after graduation. She lived and worked in New
York City, a two hour bus ride away, which is why he didn't date. Any
weekend that he didn't have a swim meet, Matt took the early Friday
afternoon bus to New York, returning late Sunday evening. I knew he had a
good time, because he always looked exhausted, and he didn't jerk off until
Tuesday or Wednesday night.

Matt always waited until the light were off to jerk off, but he was pretty
noisy about it. He moaned and grunted as he pounded his dick, muttering
curses and making a loud noise when he shot his load. I had always been
turned on by this, and I enjoyed jerking off at the same time, but when I
tried talking to him during that time, he would just grunt "Shut the fuck
up, kid!" Matt would get pissed off if I started jerking off with the light
on when he was in the room, so I had learned to restrict my one-handed
exercises to times when he was in class, or at night.

Don't get me wrong, he wasn't a total asshole. Matt could be friendlier
when he wasn`t pounding his pud. We did drink beer together some times, and
whenever one of us had some pot, we would share a joint or two. But I
always felt that he didn't particularly want to get close to me. In fact,
he didn't seem to have any close friends at school. I would have been able
to talk about what happened with Jack, but never with Matt.

Matt was studying and seemed to be in a worse mood than average, so I also
studied until dinnertime. After dinner, I went to a run-down old local bar
that Matt had taken me to once, and had a couple of beers, hoping that Matt
would be asleep when I got back to the room. Filled with beer, I went to
the men's room to piss, and while I was standing at the urinal I realized
that there was a small peephole into the first stall that let you spy on
the cocks of the guys at the urinals. I investigated, and discovered a
glory hole between the two stalls. I scooted into the first one. A couple
of local working class men and college guys came in and pissed, but
left. Just being there got me horny, and I pulled out my cock and began to
jack it slowly.

After about 10 minutes, an older, blue collar guy came in and took a slow
piss in the urinal closest to me. When he was done, he stood there playing
with it until he was hard. I wasn't sure what to do, so I cleared my
throat. Without zipping up his pants, the man slowly walked to the other
cubical, and closed the door. Without a further word, his six inch uncut
cock slid through the glory hole, and I fell to my knees, swallowing it and
beat my own cock harder. It was a lot smaller than Sam's big honker, so I
could take it down to the root with a minimum of gagging. He began to fuck
my throat through the hole, which really turned me on, and I began to grunt
and groan as I felt my balls tighten up. He kept grunting things like,
"Yeah, you fucking cocksucker, suck a real fucking man's cock!" and "Suck
that fucking dick, you motherfucking bastard! Make me shoot in your fucking
queer mouth!" His constant dirty talk was really getting my balls boiling,
when suddenly he fed me a thin, watery load that tasted kind of bitter, but
which was very big. I found it extremely exciting. As soon as he started to
shoot, I joined him in cumming.

He pulled out, zipped up, slammed his fist twice against the stall wall and
in an angry voice said "What a filthy gawddamned fucking cocksucking
faggot!" really loudly as he left the room. I was terrified to leave the
crapper stall, afraid that he would be waiting for me with his buddies to
beat me up! What if someone had heard him??

Three men entered together, and I flushed and left the cubicle, washing my
hands slowly so that I could leave with the group. A quick look showed me
that the older guy had left the bar, and when a group of students I knew
left to walk back to campus, I went with them. Matt and I went to bed sort
of early, and my balls were pretty empty from my adventures that day, so I
didn't mind when he didn't start jerking off, and went to sleep.

-~-~-~-~-

I woke up the next morning with a roaring hard on - not a morning piss-on,
but a need for sex! That surprised me, considering I had had more sex the
day before than I had ever had in one day. Unfortunately, Matt was already
awake and cramming for a test in French, his worse subject, so I quickly
showered and dressed, although it was only 6:15 AM, and I didn't have a
class until 9:30. I decided to go have a breakfast in the dining hall when
it opened at 7. ANYTHING to escape from Matt, and avoid triggering his
anger.

Grabbing my school books and quietly slipped out of the room, I slowly
walked across campus. As I did, I noticed that there were an unusual number
of men wandering around the campus that early, and most of them were
obviously not students, but men dressed in work clothes and carrying lunch
boxes, or in business suits and carrying brief cases. I was walking behind
a student, a jock by the look of his build, and quickly felt my hard on
return. He had on a pair of bright red exercise pants that showed off his
muscular ass, and a tight t-shirt that displayed his muscular back.

As I approached the Administration Building, I noticed a gray haired
gentlemen in a suit leave though a side entrance that went directly to the
basement. The jock was headed for the same door, and the older man stopped
and stared at him, and licked his lips. He looked at his watch, shrugged
and sighed and left, passing as close to the younger man as he could
without being rude. When he got close to me, he gave me an equally hungry
look. Another "suit" came out of the door and turned to watch the jock walk
in. Suddenly it dawned on me - they had been to the Men's Room I had
discovered the day before.  And the hot jock was on his way there, too. Hot
damn!

I hurried into the Administration building, and promptly got lost in the
maze of corridors. It took me a few minutes to find the Men's Room, and as
I walked down that dead end hallway, a handsome man in his 30s was
leaving. He stopped and smiled at me, and I smiled back, but he pointed to
his watch and left. I entered the room, positive someone was already
servicing the hot jock, but to my surprise, I found him leaning against the
short wall that blocked the view into the room from the door, his shirt off
and his hands over his head. He was very muscular, and smooth. He had a
boyish face and wavy, short brown hair. As I watched, a guy my age walked
up to him and tried to touch him, but the jock pushed him away. An older
guy went into the first toilet stall, leaving the door open and stared at
the jock, who ignored him.

Then the jock looked at me. His hand went to his crotch and he hefted his
meaty dick through the skimpy cloth. He walked into the doorway of the
center booth, staring at me. I walked passed him towards the last toilet
stall, walking close enough to him to trail my fingers across his chest as
I did. He groaned as I did that, but didn't move away. He went into his
cubicle and shut the door, so I went into the last one. I dropped my pants
and started to fist my hard on, then I peeked through the glory hole. The
jock had stripped naked, and was standing against the far wall, jerking on
his cock, displaying his hot body for me. His back blocked the view from
the third booth, and I heard the guy in there mutter and leave.

Again I was unsure of what to do, and I watched as the jock walked towards
me, knelt down and looked back at me. He whispered. "Now you strip." I
stood against the wall and slowly took my clothes off. The last cubicle was
against one of the arches that made up the basement, and there was a wide
ledge in it for me to put my books and clothes. I stood there, jerking my
cock as he watched me.

Through the hole, I heard him whisper, "Aw, damn, you're a hot fucking
man!" Then he stood, and put his cock through the hole, as well as his
balls. I was on my knees in a second, licking the precum from his 7" uncut
cock. I wet my hand and jerked his cock while I started to lick his balls
the way Sam had licked mine the day before, and he moaned, "Oh, fuck,
yeah!" I chewed on the skin a little, which had him groaning and whimpering
in pleasure. Then I licked up the side of his cock-shaft until I was back
at the head, and slowly took him into my mouth. His cock was kind of
skinny, so I had no trouble getting it into my throat, which caused him to
mutter loudly, "Fuck, take it all, you cocksucker!"

I noticed some movement near the door to my toilet stall and realized that
a man was peeking through the crack, watching me suck the stud's cock. That
just made me want to put on a better show. I kept taking the jock deep in
my throat, slowly fisting my cock while I did it, while I held onto his
balls with my other hand. He kept gasping, saying "Man, you're the best
fucking cocksucker I ever had! Suck it, man! Make me shoot!" After five
minutes, the jock gasped, "Oh, fuck, gonna fucking shoot my jizz in your
mouth, motherfucker! Drink my jizz, cocksucker! Ungh!" Then his balls
jumped in my hands as he shot five hard spurts of hot, salty cum into my
mouth.

I stood up and as his cock withdrew, I inserted mine. At first nothing
happened. Then he whispered "I ain't a fag, man.", but he grabbed my cock
and began to fist it, and I heard him kneeling. He repeated "I ain't no
fag, got it?" And when I said "Yeah, I got it, you ain't a fucking
fag. Just suck my fucking cock, man," I felt his lips circle my
cockhead. This was not his first time giving a blow job! My fairly fat 9
inches slid right down his throat until he gagged about an inch short of my
pubes. The jock went to town, and soon had my whole cock down his
throat. He was pretty good, but when I just moaned ""Oh, yeah, you got a
sweet fuckin' mouth...", he stopped, and muttered "Shut the fuck up, man. I
ain't no cocksucking faggot!"

I said "OK, I understand", and he went back to sucking me, long and
slow. He drew my balls through the hole, and gave them a thorough licking,
and then went back to sucking my dick. He sped up his strokes, and I had
trouble stifling my moans, but he seemed to have lost his concern. My balls
jumped in his hands, and he grunted as I moaned `Oh, damn! Here it cums,
buddy!" and he swallowed 6 big jolts of protein drink from my hose.

I slowly got dressed, and I was surprised to find him standing at the sink,
his shirt back on, washing his hands. He looked me in the eye, and muttered
"I ain't no fucking faggot."

I replied "No, you're not - you're all man and a real handsome stud."

He grinned at me and whispered "You're really good looking and sexy
yourself. See you around, Ike."

Startled, I took a second look at him and realized that he was in one of my
classes. In fact, I was sure he was the guy who was dating the girl with
the massive jugs in our math class. He grinned back at me, and we silently
left the room together. As we walked down the dead end corridor, two
"suits" were walking towards us, and they stopped to stare at us. I almost
laughed at the identical look of disappointment on both their faces! I
stopped to light a cigarette, offering him one, which he refused. We walked
silently down the confusing corridors together, grinning at the looks of
lust and disappointment the hungry cocksuckers on their way to the Men's
Room gave us. We shook hands when we got outside, and he strutted off
towards the Phys. Ed. building, whistling.

I watched him walk away, hoping that some day I'd have the chance to fuck
the muscular ass highlighted by the clinging material of his exercise
shorts. An incredibly handsome man in his late 20's or early 30's was
walking towards him, and turned to watch the jock walk away. I was grinning
as the man turned and walked towards the door to the building behind me. He
was dressed for the office, but had his jacket casually draped over his
shoulder, his bent arm showing the nice build in his arms. His dress shirt
was tight enough to show that his chest was also well developed, and he
wasn't wearing a tie, so I could see hair peeking though the open
collar. The closer he got to me, the more I realized that "handsome" was
not a strong enough word for his looks - I wanted to be a writer, but was
at a loss for a word to describe how good looking this masculine man was,
and he was walking right towards me with a big smile.

"Got a cigarette, kid?" he asked. I gave him one, and he held on to my hand
for longer than necessary when I lit it for him. He looked into my eye and
winked, finally let go of my hand, then walked to the open basement door,
looking at me. As he went in, I followed. We walked down the hall together.

"Aren't you tired from playing with your friend who just left?" he asked
jokingly.

Having this exceptionally handsome man come on to me had me half hard
already. I smirked at him as I groped my crotch. "Hey, I'm 19. What do you
think?' I replied jauntily.

He gave a deep hearty laugh and patted me on my shoulder. "Oh, yeah, I
remember those days. My cock was hard almost all day long! I wish I'd known
about this place back then. I was a student here, too, and always hard up
for action." When we got to the first cross corridor, I walked past him,
but he put his hand on my arm and said "I thought you were going to the
T-Room?" Although I had never heard the term, I was pretty sure he was
talking about my "special" Men's Room, so I nodded. "That's the wrong way,"
he explained.

"How do you know?" I asked, puzzled, "All the corridors in the basement
look the same to me. I found that Men's Room totally by accident yesterday
when I was lost looking for my English instructor's office."  He pointed to
the corner of the archway, at waist height. There were arrows carved into
the bricks that clearly indicated a turn. The edges of the carving looked
pretty worn, as if it had been there a long time. I followed him, and there
was a clear but subtle trail of arrows that lead us directly to the dead
end hallway across from Mr. Hamilton's office door. I laughed "I got lost
finding this place, and now I have the secret to easily find my way to my
English instructor's office, right there," pointing at the door.

The man laughed as he held open the door to the toilet for me. A cute
redheaded kid who appeared to be no more than 16 was just about to walk
out, pulling up his zipper. He looking terrified when he saw us, and
scooted down the corridor. The room was pretty crowded now. The first two
cubicles were occupied, and it sounded to me like someone was impaling
their ass on a stud's dick the way Mr. Hamilton had done to me the day
before. The wall between the stalls actually rattled. Two younger men, one
a student, the other dressed in the uniform of a mailman, were standing at
the urinals watching each other jerk off. An older man in work clothes was
leaning against the wall that the jock who knew my name had leaned against,
watching them as he played with himself through the open zipper of his
pants. My new friend quickly lead me to the last booth, which was empty,
and locking the door, hung his jacket on the hook on the back of the door.

Curious about all the noise, I peeked through the glory hole and he joined
me. There were two men in it. One was one of the "suits" who had passed me
as I had last left the room. He was giving a hard, fast fucking to a young
man in a college letter jacket, who was sucking a cock through the other
hole. The student was getting rammed so hard that he had his arms up
against the adjoining wall to avoid being knocked over by the mighty
thrusts of the older man. The cocksucker may have had his throat plugged,
but he still managed to make enough noise to let everyone in the room know
how much he was enjoying getting his butt plugged. He was so loud, I was
surprised we hadn't heard him out I the corridors!

Our arms ended up over each others shoulders as we shared the view. Then
the man turned to me and kissed me on the lips. Instantly, I was ready for
action again! I kissed him back as we stood, and my hand trailed down his
muscular back and ended up on his ass. He made a noise that indicated to me
he liked my hand there, so I squeezed his muscular bun. He held me tighter
and his tongue pushed into my mouth. He leaned back and looked at me. He
ran a hand down a cheek and said "Man, you are good looking, hot stuff."

I laughed and said "Me? YOU'RE the one who is good looking. You can be a
fuckin' movie star! And you're hot as hell."

"Don't sell yourself short, stud. You are incredibly masculine and very
handsome. I was very happy that you decided to come back for a second round
after playing with that OK looking jock, who certainly was VERY pleased to
have had sex with YOU, from the big shit eating grin he gave me as he
passed." He ran a finger over my lips, which caused my balls to boil. "If
you had walked off, I would have been VERY disappointed." We kissed again,
and it grew more passionate. We clutched at each other in a frenzy, kissing
and feeling each other up. Our hands reached at the same moment for each
other's crotch.

The man was hard, and I opened his zipper quickly. Since he was wearing
boxers, it was easy for me to fish out his hard, fat cock. He opened the
buttons on my jeans, and discovered that in my rush to escape Matt's bad
mood, I had not put on any underwear. We fisted each other's cocks of a few
seconds, then he sat on the toilet and began to suck my cock. Since I had
cum just a short time before, I knew he was going to have a nice long time
to enjoy my prick.

I unbuttoned the man's shirt, and ran my hands over his hairy, well
developed chest, moaning. His hands pushed under my shirt and returned the
gesture. His big cock was pulsing, a big drop of precum glistening at the
piss slit. I pulled him to his feet and took his place on the toilet. I
licked the sweet honey from his cock, and began to slowly lick his cock. It
was cut, about 7", but the fattest cock I had sucked so far. I stretched my
jaws and managing to get the head into my mouth, began to use my tongue on
his cockhead as I massaged his heavy, hairy balls. I remembered that he had
liked my hand on his ass, so my other hand went back there, and began to
play with his asscrack. After a few minutes, he took my hand and put my
finger in his mouth, getting it good and wet, then repositioned my hand at
his asshole. I took the hint and pushed my finger in. He sighed, thrusting
another two inches of his massively fat cock into my aching mouth. He
pushed my hand back and forth, and I figured out what he wanted. As I
sucked on his dick, my finger fucked his hole. After awhile, he took my
hand out of his clutching ass and wet a second finger. I needed no further
instructions.

From the far booth we could hear the guy getting a blow job loudly
announcing his approaching orgasm. Now that HAD to have been heard in the
hallway! We could hear him leave, and another man talk his place. The
ass-fucker growled at the college student he was screwing into the wall
"Suck it, punk! Suck that man's cock dry!" The kid shouted "No!", which was
followed by the sound of a hand slapping an ass a number of times, a few
moans and whimpers, and then the slurping of a mouth around a cock. The
banging of the student's body against the wall of the toilet stall
continued unabated. "Man," I thought, "that `suit' can sure last a long
time! I hope the kid likes that rough fucking his getting!"

A few minutes later, my partner moaned "Put in another finger", so I
did. My fingers jiggled around in his guts. Suddenly he grabbed my head and
thrust so that my nose was in his pubes! I thought my jaw was going to be
dislocated as I felt his already fat cock seem to expand. He fucked my
throat for a few strokes, and hissed "Holy fucking shit! I'm gonna cum,
sweetheart! Gonna feed you my spooge!" His ass spasmed around my fingers,
and he pulled his cock back so just the head was in my mouth as 4 large,
thick blasts of salty cum filled my mouth. I left as much in my mouth as I
could before swallowing, and really savored the taste.

The "suit" in the next stall said "Get ready, you fucking college-boy
punk. I'm going to fill your boy-pussy with a real man's fucking load! Aw,
FUCK!" Curious, we peeked through the hole again as the suit pulled a long,
thin cock from the kid's ass. He pulled the kid up into a hug, and kissed
him, then said clearly "See you next week?" The student's nice sized cock
was dripping cum, and going soft.

The student slapped the older guy on the ass. "You bet, man. Same time as
always. I fucking loved it. As always." said the kid, who pulled up his
pants, and left with the suited man. The older man who had been loitering
against the wall scooted in, fell to his knees and swallowed the hard cock
that was still poking through the other hole, not even taking the time to
lock the cubicle door! We looked at each other and laughed. My friend
looked at my hard cock and said "Now, I have plans for THAT, hot stuff." He
took off his pants and shorts, and pushed me back onto the toilet
seat. Then he straddled my body, and lowered his wet, stretched ass onto my
hot prong.

Unlike Mr. Hamilton's ass, this man's hole was loose at first. But as he
rode up and down on my hardon, he tightened his ass muscles, making me
moan. He leaned forward and began to kiss me as he rode up and down slowly
on my cock, leaning me back as far as possible against the toilet
tank. More noises of sex and orgasms floated over from the other booths,
but we were in our own world as he slowly rode me to glory. His fat cock
grew hard again.

Every time I felt I was about to cum, my new found friend would stop
moving, letting me calm down before riding me again. I lost track of time
as he brought me to the edge over and over. Some where along the way, I had
lost my shirt, and I was suddenly showered with a burning hot load of his
cum all over my chest as his ass muscles clamped down on my cock. This was
too much for me, and with just a load moan, I filled his guts with a
massive load of cum. My balls kept pumping until I thought I would pass
out.

We kissed while my cock grew soft in his ass. Before he dismounted, he took
a large wad of toilet paper, and immediately plugged his ass with it when
my cock left it. "I want to feel that hot load in my guts all day, kid, to
remind me of you." I grinned at him as he fell to his knees and licked his
load off of my chest. We got up and slowly got dressed. When we got to the
hall, he stopped to pack and light a pipe as I lit a cigarette, and we
walked out of the building together. The tobacco blend he was smoking was
the same one my late father had smoked, a smell which always made me feel
warm, safe and slightly turned on. I decided that it was time for me to try
out one of my dad's many pipes when I went home next time.

When we got to the outside he held out his hand. "I'm Gus, stud. I will
DEFINITELY be looking for you in the future. You are one good looking stud,
and man, do you know how to screw the hell out of a man! I had a great
time, and you really made my ass very happy."

"I'm Ike. Glad to meet you, Gus, and I really enjoyed myself. I feel like
I've made love to a movie star this morning. I`d love to learn how to
really do justice to that fat tool of yours with my mouth." I looked at my
watch and realized that if I didn't hurry, I wouldn't have any time to grab
a quick breakfast before my class, and I was starved after all that
physical activity. Time flies when you're cock is in charge! "Oh, shit, I
have to get going! I'll see you in the basement soon, Gus." I called as I
ran off towards the cafeteria, wondering if I would ever have a chance to
have a really long sex session with the muscular stud in a bed. I had
noticed that he wasn't wearing a wedding ring - not that all married men
did, but I assumed that it was a good sign. I really looked forward to
finding out.

But that is another story.