Date: Fri, 27 Mar 1998 09:31:29 EST
From: Wilson583 <Wilson583@aol.com>
Subject: "Night at the Glory Hole"

                       A Night At The Glory Hole
                                              by joe wilson


"Hey Bobby, where are you?"

A young man in his early twenties stood at the doorway, held open the
screen door and looked each way on the porch that faced the front of the
house.  And then he saw him lying on his back on the swing, which was
motionless.

"Oh shit Bobby!  What in fuck you doing layin' there?  You know Daddy and
me are just awaitin' for you upstairs.  Shit almighty."  And he turned back
into the house, and the hinges of the screen door whined as it swung slowly
to an almost close.

The young man was unfazed by his brothers outburst.  A smile flashed across
his face.  He kicked the side of the house with his right foot, and the
swing began its motion, like a rocking boat, to the same singsong.  He
was tall and didn't quite fit on the swing, which hung by a link chain from
each end, and was fastened to ceiling of the porch.

"Yessir.  I'm a'coming Jeff," he said and his left hand idly scratched his
balls, and his right played with his nipples, and he thought of what was
ahead and his body gave a lurch, almost imperceptable except to him, and
the hoped for anticipated pleasure excited him, and he knew he could
have it all right now.  But he kept shoving his foot against the wall and
rocked the swing back and forth.  He just wasn't ready.

His thoughts drifted back to a week ago.  He lived in L.A. above Sunset
Plaza in the hills above the Strip in a small apartment above the garage
of a Neutra house built for the future in the 30's.  Far enough up the hill
to stifle traffic noise and afford a view of Los Angeles that stretched
past the Baldwin Hills to the airport.  It was a bright, clear afternoon
with a balmy tropical breeze.

The telephone sounded; the fourth call today.  "Yessir," was all he said as
he hung up the phone, and he covered his nakedness with tight jeans and
T-shirt and slipped his bare feet into slightly over-sized top-siders.
Mr. Dudly was a Friday afternoon regular.  He had been waiting for this one.
All Mr Dudley wanted was head.  Cock worship and pop goes the cum.

The phone was sounding off again when he opened the door on his return.
"God!  Not another one" he thought to himself.  Picking it up, "Yeah?
Well I just got back from ole Mr Dudleys'.  Yeah everything came out okay.
Thank God all he wanted was a blow".......a pause, he listened...."Well
I been going hot and strong, man.  Shit!  Four calls today.....well fuck!
Those two guys you had me go to this morning plum wore me out...well, I
couldn't even get it up for Dudley, not that I needed to, thank God, but
I gotta pass the big one tonight......I don't care if they asked for me
an' only me.  Shit!  They don't want a limp dick and that's me right now.
Fuck it man.  I'm leaving town for a while.  Gotta rest up...Look!  You
want me to do that porn flick with Kevin or not?  Set the filming up for
the week after next.  Okay?.....Yeah, I'll be back by then.  Shit man!
I tell you I promise.  Okay!  Well you can deposit my money into the
account.....yeah from today.....okay fucker!  I'll see you in ten days
or so...Yeah, yeah, yeah, I said I promised..." and he hung up.


He kissed the insides of his arms.  The smell from the pits was there,
pungeent and harsh, yet fresh and healthy.  And he stretched his body
as much as he could despite the confines of the swing, which crept back
and forth in slow motion.  Yeah man, it was good to be home with Jeff
and Daddy.  He felt recharged already.  Almost, that is.

The screen door sounded its' whine again, and Jeff came out onto the
porch.  They were identical twins, two halves of the same egg, and if
asked, both would admit that they felt complete only when they were
together.  Bobby gazed upon Jeff as he stepped onto the porch.  The
mirror image reflected a tall young man with a natural slender body,
broad shoulders and narrowing hips.  His chest showed moderate muscular
development.  The swollen, extended nipples surrounded by ample areole
were erect and full, and hinted to a constant stirred up passion.  In
his right nipple there was a small gold ring.  Looking at him, Bobbie
felt a wave of lust;  a positive stirring in his loins.  "Yeah!  It's
sure good to be home," he said gently, the trace of a smile was on his
face, and he fingered his own gold ring that was pierced through his
nipple.

He reached for Jeff, who was standing beside the now almost motionless
swing.  His fingers lightly touched his brothers' cock, erect and proud,
and leveraging his elbows, he brought his mouth even to the swollen
penis, and flicked his tongue over it in a casual kiss.  "Yeah man, you
taste good," and he settled back on the swing.

Jeff pulled up a chair and sat down opposite his twin.  He spread his
knees providing access for both sight and touch to his erection.

"I guess you had a busy time on the coast, whoring' and all."

"Shit!  Not any mor'n you with your fucking farmers and truckers."

"Well, yeah, there's them all right.  Been a whole slew of 'em to keep
Daddy and me busy.  Times we wished you was here with us,.  Fun though."
His eyes lit up, but he lowered his head in a kind of bashful smile.
"Yeah man!  It's been somethin'.  But let me tell you Bobby, we shore
liked your porn videos.  We show 'em down at the club and everyone thinks
it's me making it with all them pretty boys.  They don't know I got a twin
brother.  It must be lotsa fun.  Least it looks like it."

"It's a lot of work too, Jeff.  Hot lights an' all.  You know when you're
down on your back and some dude's got his cock up your ass and 'nother
guy's sucking your tool an' someone else is sittin' on your face that's
not acting Jeff, it's happening.  Shit man!  I do love it," he said
wistfully as he thought of that particular scene, "But I got wore out.
I finished a flick Thursday had nine cum scenes.  Course it took three
days to make it, but shit man, it dried me up.  Then the fuckin' service
got a call from two guys who wanted a three-way.  Shit they were so
fuckin' wound up, wouldn't let me alone, just kept on sucking and fucking.
Shit! Look at me Jeff, the fuckin' thing's still soft and here you are
sittin' right in front of me naked and all, and there's Daddy up stairs
awaitin' for the two fo us....." his voice trailed off.

"Well you come to the right place Bobby.  Daddy and me got plenty stored up
in these here balls.  Those fellers at Daddys' bar just want to pump it into
you.  Most of 'em haven't learned yet about eatin' it.  So come upstairs
and sit on Daddys' cock while You suck me dry.  Okay?  Besides Daddy needs
a bit of cheering up."

"Yeah? Why, Jeff?"

"Shit!  You know him Bobby, the older he gets the more he chases the
chickens.  Last week he got picked up by some deputy.  He was driving
down I-10 stark naked."

"What's so bad about that?  I drove all the way from L.A. naked.  Shit!"

"Yeah, but there was a boy in the car with Daddy.  Justa licking Daddy's
dickey.  If he'd a been a white boy 'stead of a nigger that deputy might
just a shot Daddy dead.  You know how these bible-loving crackers feel
about us queers.  They hate us Bobby, been trying to close down the bar 
ever since we opened it.  They'd do it too if it weren't for Mr Jackson."

"Yeah"  Who's he?" Bobby asked.

"Shit Bobby!  You know.  He's the guy what runs the county.  Daddy pays him
every week jes to keep 'em off our tail.   Course he likes his little nookey
too, meaning me.  I gotta suck his ass so's we can stay open.  The fat slob
with all that fuckin' hair in his crack, pissin' on me an' all."

"Jeffs' hand was stroking himself, slow and easy, but effective enough to
keep his cock hard and erect.  Bobby watched him and remembered how sweet
it was when he sucked on that meat, and the urge hit him like a ton of
bricks falling off a roof, and he bounded out of the swing.

"Let's go Jeff.  I'm ready.  And they crowded through the screen-door
laughing and caressing each other, and the door slammed shut with a bang.

They entered the bedroom arm in arm, kissing light, wet kisses.  Daddy
was stretched out on the huge bed, lying on his back, his pecker standing
at atention so as to get noticed.  A colored boy was just a sittin' on
Daddys' face.  A stream of yellow piss pouring out of his cock puddling
all over Daddy.  The only noise in the room was slurping.

"Shit! Rastus!  You stop peein' on Daddy and get offa him," Jeff said
inpatiently, and then added,  "Daddy, I got Bobby with me now."

He looks so young, Bobby thought as he gazed down at Daddys' naked wet body.
He had seen so many men in the past two years he could pretty well judge a
physical specimen and Daddy looked more like a brother with his hard taut
flesh.

'Course if what Daddy said was true about Ellie Mae and how he plowed into
her when he wasn't even twelve, and how he fucked her every single
morning, rain or shine, 'til she come up pregnant, then he wasn't old at all.
barely in his his thirties, Bobby thought.  The shot gun came later.  Ellie
Mae insisted on it, even though Daddy discovered boys about that time.
Didn't matter much since Ellie Mae took off with the first male with a
ready cock between his legs, just as soon as she could get up off the
birthin' bed, and left Daddy with week-old twin babies.  Lucky he was
living in the mountains.  That's before he moved to 'sippi, so's no one
would take them away from him.

Bobby thought about his childhood.  Daddy sure did a good job araisin' us.
He looked at Jeff and reached for his nipple (the one without the ring) and
a tear came into his eyes.  Yessir!  It's sure good to be home.

Rastus climbed off of Daddys' face and sat in a corner.  Daddy looked at
Bobby and now there was a tear in his eye.  "Welcome home, sonny boy," and
he kind of raised his hips and twisted them a bit and the eye of the piss
slit loked at him and Bobby knelt by the side of the bed and bending over,
swallowed Daddys' cock all the way, letting his nose bury into Daddys'
pissy pubic hair, and he began to suck and get new vigor into him.
Yeah, it was good to be home again.


By Wednesday the testicles were filled and Bobby felt vibrant and
energetic and ready.  Jeff gave his cock to his beloved twin on any
demand, yet he restrained from sucking Bobbys' root, so a great need
began growing in Bobby.

By Thursday, he was calling to Jeff for release, a release not ignored, but
postponed.  The sensitivity that bound the twins together was there, of
course, and Bobby combined it with his experience in dealing with people.
and he realized his beloved twin had a purpose in delaying his orgasm.


The invisible tie that bound the twins each to the other, was overwhelming
and as the days passed, Bobby became more and more aware of it.  In secret
and quiet moments, he asked himself if he could leave Jeff and return to
the coast.  L.A. seemed so distant now, misty and vague, too.  The sex in
the wicked city was fun, even exciting.  There was danger, of course, like
playing Russian roulette, but the danger enhanced the thrill of it.
Knocking on a door, not knowing who, or how many, or what was expected of
him, gave a thrilling jolt of lust just in remembering it.  Yes answering
the call of Mr Goodbar was indeed dangerous.  He had been lucky the past
two years;  only a few kinky demands.  He had heard tales, from some of
his partners in the porn films, that had been scary.  He remembered Kevin
had told him that once he had sex with a giant dog while the john took
pictures.  Ah!  The excitement of not knowing;  the precarious pleasure
of 'love for sale'.   "Ah shit," he thought, "I cant give up that life
and I don't want to.  But I don't want to give up being with Jeff either."


Daddys' bar had been converted from an old barn that had been built after
the civil war.  It was small;  only forty feet in length and 30 or so
feet wide, but the basic structure was sound.  A solid shell of hard wood,
put tightly together, and welded even more so by the torrents of rain
that was common on the gulf coast of Mississippi.  It seemed always to
have the pleasant smell of wet cedar combined with draft beer.

Water had been piped in many years ago, but electricity had only been added
recently, and then with just one cable coming in from the nearest utility
pole, illumination was never more than adequate.  Daddy put red bulbs in
all the outlets, and the color and dimness gave the bar a mysterious and
exciting aura; dark enough to encourage a kiss or cop a feel.

Farmers and truckers and migrating laborers, who liked or needed to get
their rocks off, passed the word around that Daddy's was the only place
in all of the south to get it done.  They came from many miles away, so
the bar was always crowded.  For obvious reasons it was called the
'Glory Hole'.

There were no booths or tables or chairs.  This was a standup bar.  Patrons
leaned against walls with their bottle of beer in their hand.  Some sat on
the floor and rested their back against the solid wood.  The counter of the
bar was at one end, and extended the full width of the building.  It was
set forward from the wall enough to provide space for a stage behind it.
The entire wall was covered by a mirror.  It was on this stge that Jeff
entertained the customers by singing bawdy songs and dancing a stimulating
strip tease, showing off his beautiful body.

The juke-box in the corner sounded strident melodies and tribal rhythms,
and soon the room would rock and roll with increased energy.  Jeffs'
dance was calculated.  He began at 8:00 PM each night and rested every
fifteen minutes.  He took off his shoes and jacket and socks and shirt
very slowly so that by 10 he was down to his boxer shorts, which were
tented by his hard cock trying to get out from under the confining silk
fabric of the shorts,

It was exciting to watch as he gradually revealed his body, and the
farmers and truckers showed their approval.  He touched his nipples and
his basket and rolled his tongue over his lips and beckoned anyone to come
up on the stage and dance with him.  Once in a while, one did, and Jeff got
on his knees and buried his face in the mans' lap biting his cock through
his pants.  Ah yes!  Except for the red or black or white shorts, he was
nude.  It shore was fun!

At this time Daddy would turn off the lights for the outside sign.  He'd
lock the door so that no one could come in from the outside.  Daddy
collected  $ 25.00 from each of the men who remained.  The Glory Hole was
now a private club and beyond the law.  All the beer and food a man wanted
was now free.

With no restrictions present, Jeff would dance his finale.  He and Daddy
were naked now, showing off their strong and lean bodies.  Daddy would
kneel down and look up at Jeff with his mouth open.  Hunger in his blue eyes.
He loved the golden stream, and Jeff loved pissing into it.  It was real
exciting to watch Daddy drink Jeffs' piss.  As the music heated up, so did
the men who paid their $ 25.  There were always at least ten of them, never
more than twenty, for that was the club limit.

Jeff would make obscene gestures and stick out his tongue and oscillate
his hips to the shouts of encouragement from the horney men.  His huge cock
hard and erect, swayed back and forth to the rhythm of the music, splashed
his golden stream all over Daddy.  After that anything could happen,
and did.


On Friday night, the rain and thunder came in gusty torrents, as it often
did in the summertime, but the parking lot at the Glory Hole was filled
with motorcycles and 18-wheelers and everythijng in between.  Despite the
sounds of the storm, you could hear laughter and shouting and music from
within.  The door was locked as it always was after ten.  There were
no laws now that would inhibit what when on inside.

Bobby was on the stage instead of Jeff.  He hadn't come all week and he
was horny with a capital H.  Clad only in thin Calvin Kleins, his
arousal was obvious.  He danced, jerking his almost naked torso back and
forth to the beat of the loud music.  He had oiled his body so that the
surface muscles rippled in the glow of the red lamps.  He danced several
feet away from the mirror that covered the wall, and the illusion was that
there were two, not one, performing the sensuous dance.

The men who paid their money and remained, yelled their encouragement to
Bobby to get with it and take it all off.  Drop the shorts.  Their state
of intense excitement and anticipation was growing obvious.  Soon Bobby was
caught in his own hungers.  He too, was ready for the cum feast.  Nineteen
men had paid their money.  Nineteen cocks and balls and assholes to suck.

With a flip of the wrist, he slipped the shorts over his hips and they fell
to the floor.  His swollen cock jutted forward, a drop of love juice on the
tip, and he stood there, on the edge of the stage, and lasciviously moved
his hips back and forth.

His mouth was open and his tongue rolled over his lips and he shouted,
"I'm so fucking hot I want to suck everyone of you bastards," and then he
danced naked, in a frenzy of obscene gestures, and the farmers reached for
him and opened their flys and waved enormous cocks back to him.  They
hooted and called to him, "Come suck it, baby!"

Then the wonder his particular night happened.  The roar of the turned-on
males drowned out the rain and thunder as Jeff stepped out onto the stage
from behind the curtain.  He too, was naked, shimmering in the red light by
the oil that covered his body, and he stood side by side with his twin,
holding Bobbys' hand.  It was double vision as the two beautiful naked men
danced together, doubled to four in the reflection of the mirror behind them.

The startled audience watched as they embraced, slobbering kisses over their
bodies.  Then Bobby knelt, his knee on the floor, and in a moment of
uncontrollable passion grabbed his brothers' ass and held him in position
while Jeffs' yellow stream of piss poured over him, wetting his hair and
dripping down his cheeks and chin, and falling on his jutting cock.
He kissed and teased and sucked Jeffs' balls and cock, and Jeff fucked in
and out of Bobbys' mouth, the pee still aflowin'.

The passion and excitement of the two boys performing on the stage radiated
out over the room and consumed those who watched.  One of the farmers,
tall brawny and blond, jumped up in a wild frenzy and, with a triumphant
cry of a gladiator, tore his T-shirt into shreds revealing a muscular
hairy chest, with oversized nipples peeking through blond hair.  His
stomach was flat and rippled with taut muscles that quivered with each
movement of his arms.  His blue eyes flashed like icicles and, throwing
his head back, he laughed.  A broad grin revealed white even teeth.  He
kicked off his shoes and shimmied out of his jeans and turned his now naked
body to his farmer friend who was standing next to him.

"Shee-it man!  Tonight I'm gonna do it.  Yep thats it!  I'm gonna do it
right now.  Git outta your fucking clothes Fred, and let me at it.  I've
wanted that cock of yours ever since we was in school, an' tonight I'm
gonna get it."

He reached to the handsome young man next to him and brushed his lips
against his and tore off his shirt.

Fred seemed surprised, but slid his loose pants to the floor.  A huge cock
jutted out from his hairy crotch.  Bending down, the blond young man
began with careful kisses, rolling his tongue up and down the shaft of Freds'
cock.  The foreskin pulled back, and the glans penis seemed an angry red.

This outburst of passion took place in but a matter or seconds, and the
farmers and truckers were overwhelmed by the sudden wild abandon of their
friend and his buddy, who by now were tangled on the floor in a lovers'  
embrace.  Then the passion surged over them all in a giant wave, accented
by the sounds of the storm outside and the music inside, and the sight of
Bobby and Jeff stretched out on the stage, lost completely, as they devoured
each others' asshole in a passionate sixty-nine.

Two more male animals let out a shriek and tore away their clothes.  Then
another and another and several more.  In moments the wild emotion had spread
and had taken over.  Everyone was naked and laughing and yelling at their
debauchery, revelling in their sudden promiscuity.  It was as though all the
lifetime restrictions that had guided their behavior were suddenly lifted
and in a frenzied moment they gave way to their natural hungers that had
been repressed so long.

The sucking and kissing and fucking began, and the smell of sweat and sex
premeated the room.  Daddy, who by now could not believe what was happening
stood on the bar, naked as the day he was born and waved a stream of hot
piss over the excited lusty men.

At that single moment of great awakening, among these horny lovers,
there was an enormous clap of thunder, and the front door to the bar
burst open.  Rain swirled in and with it came a shocking apparition.
The fucking and sucking stopped as suddenly as it had begun, and all heads
turned toward the door.  The Reverend Brown, holding a bible over his
head and chanting "Pray for queers, pray for sinners," marched in.  He
was followed by members of the Ku Klux Klan dressed in white sheets, with
hoods and masks over their faces.  They were silent.  Only the raging storm
and the chanting of the reverend Brown could be heard.  They marched
around the naked men separating them from their partners.

Daddys' piss stopped in mid stream.  His shock lasted but seconds, for Daddy
was a quick thinker.  He jumped down from the bar and onto the stage where
Jeff and Bobby were sitting up, staring at the Reverend Brown in disbelief.
Daddy reached to them with one hand and to the light switch with the other.
Screams and yells arose as the entire room was plunged into darkness.

"We gotta get out or here," he whispered to the twins.  And with confident
knowing strides, he led them to the back door which was behind the curtain.
They ran out.  The cool rain striking their naked and heated bodies.
Daddys' cadillac was parked only steps away and because this was country,
the keys were in it, and away they roared leaving the unexpected confusion.

When they reached the crest of the hill they looked back.  The barn was
engulfed with flames.  Naked men were huddled together; the figures of the
klan were gathered on one side with the Reverend Brown gesticulating and
praying.  The flames ate the old building with such intensity that even
the rain could not extinguish them.

"Well there she goes,"  Daddy said, his arms around the boys and he started
to cry.  "Just when we was gettin' to those boys the do-gooders got to us
.........shit!"

Bobby reached for Daddys' cock and very gently caressed it, and bending over
he kissed it taking it into his mouth.  He wanted to comfort Daddy, to
ease the pain of his loss.  But at the same time, he felt a great surge of
relief and elation.  Now he wouldn't have to leave Jeff.  They would be
together.

"You and Jeff can come to L.A. with me now.  We can buy another bar and
make a great gay club, better'n this one, and Jeff and I, and you too Daddy,
can make lots of porn flicks.  Shit!  I made lotsa money you know.  Think
what the three of us can do in a horny town?"

And they kissed and loved each other, and Daddy steered the cadillac onto
I-10 and headed west to fame and fortune and fun.



joe wilson

I hope you liked my story and
didn't take it too seriously

if you did like it, please let me know
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