Glory Hole Sagas

THE GLORY HOLE SAGAS Chapter Nineteen

Waking Up In Gus's Arms -~-~-~-~-

CHAPTER 19

I was grinning widely as I woke up a few hours later to daylight. Even after our epic rounds of sex the night before, as well as our adventures with my odd former slave, Cum-dump, who turned out to be Gus's half-brother, Pete, resulting in a repair of their estranged relationship, Gus was obviously already horny, since his lips were wrapped around my rapidly growing erection as a well greased finger eased into my ass. My eyes still partially closed, I luxuriated in his massage of my assnut. I was really learning to love something in my ass. "Another finger, please." I moaned.

He chuckled as he complied and I wriggled my butt to get him in deeper. I thought about how much I liked this man: not just having sex with him, but spending time with him. He had been gentle, generous and kind to Pete, who had acted like a real asshole towards him; he treated his oldest son with respect, like the adult he was, and mentioned refusing to be a hypocrite about sex with his eighteen year old twins, having conceived the older son in high school. I knew that his son truly respected and loved him. I tightened my sphincter around his invading fingers with a sigh.

"Ready for a third?" He whispered.

Add the fact that he was gentle and patient as a lover to my list! "Yes." I breathed. I half expected some pain when he inserted a third finger, but all I felt was filled. I was about to tell him to replace his fingers with his cock in my virgin ass when I remembered two things: that I still had a date with Dan Taylor, who I had promised a chance to convince me of his qualifications to be the man to take my cherry, and that I wasn't sure if Gus and I were looking for the same things in a relationship. The man who took my virginity would be my first boyfriend, hut would have to be tolerant of my continued experimentation with men as well as my dating women as I resolved my confusion about my sexuality. He'd own my heart, but not my body.

And I knew that if I hurt Gus, his son's would hunt me down and castrate me.

I opened my eyes to find Gus' beautiful erection, drooling pre-cum in front of my nose. Before I took it in my mouth, he hand a tube of lube to me. He groaned in pleasure as my fingers wiggled his magic button and my nose hit his balls.

We both jumped, and he bit me slightly when there was a loud, odd thump on the door. His eldest son, Andy, called out: "Sorry, Dad and Ike. We're having a game of catch while the coffee brews. Buddy loves your car, Ike, so expect a lot of questions."

I looked down at Gus. "I don't think I can relax now, Gus." I whispered.

He moved around to cuddle, grinning at me, "I think we should take a shower, Ike." He whispered. "I have an extra large stall shower right through that door."

I grinned back. "Oh, let's get dirty and clean at the same time!" The ball thumped against the door again.

The bathroom was modern and large. The stall was wide, with a tiled bench along the back wall and shower heads on both side walls, The wide door had a glass door. There was also a very large tub set in the floor, with steps leading down into it. "It's a whirlpool." Gus informed me, pointing to the tub. "I've always love them, so when I added the bathroom and bedroom to the house, I put one in. Having the bathroom at the end of the house gives me extra privacy, too. Notice that we can't hear the ball on the door anymore." We giggled.

"I'm looking forward to using it with you," I said, pulling his naked body into my arms for a kiss.

We moved to the shower after he set the spray at a comfortable temperature. I sat on the bench, pulling Gus to me to swallow his cock to the root as I massaged his muscular ass-cheeks. I put his hands on my head l to let him know I wanted him to really plow my face, and with a sigh, he took over. He obviously loved it when I took him deep in my throat. "Play with my nuts, handsome. Get my spooge flowing. I wanna feed you my load of spooge, baby." I massaged his hairy balls as he fucked my face. I even found his constant use of "spooge" endearing. "Pull on them, baby! Oh, fuck, yeah, that feels so great! Harder!"

As I tugged on them, I felt them pulling up to prepare to unload in my sucking mouth, so adding more sucking, I pulled back to take the head in my mouth, licking it all over. With a load moan, Gus pumped a big, hot, tasty load into my mouth. He wrapped his hands around my head to ease his softening cock back down my throat.

Stepping into the water stream, Gus pulled me to my feet, wrapping me in his arms as we shared his load in a kiss. "Take that bar of soap and lather up my asshole for your big cock. I want it in me." He bent over to grab a metal bar I hadn't noticed on the side wall, wiggling his beautiful butt at me. Deciding to up the ante, I washed his ass, then rinsed him. I knelt, kissing his ass crack. "Oh, yeah. I love when a guy who needs a shave and has a `stache eats my ass, stud." He groaned as my tongue dug in deeper, and I went to town driving us both nuts. I could feel him pulling on a new erection.

He panted, "Ike, fuck me good and hard! Ram it in me now!" I stood up to run my drooling cockhead over his wet ass-lips, but Gus was too eager. He snapped his strong hips back, giving a low groan as my whole cock sank to the balls down his hungry hole. We both gave a shout as my balls slapped his on the second thrust, his ass clutching at my cock. "Harder! Faster! Make me shoot my spooge again, baby!"

I reached around, pulling on his nipples, which made his ass tighten as I pounded into him, making us both pant. "Take my load, handsome!" I screamed as my balls unloaded deep in him. I knelt on the floor as I twirled him around, getting my lips around his cockhead just as it began to spew another load.

We soaped up and rinsed, drying each other with big towels as we kissed, then got dressed. Gus gave me a clean t-shirt to wear as that ball whapped on the door again, reminding me that it was time to meet his other two sons. Lighting a cigarette, I opened the door. I got quite a surprise.

There were two teenagers standing at the far end of the room who did not look like twins, but the third guy, standing in front of the door, had bright red hair. After he caught the football they were using to play catch, he turned. It was my gay teammate Ricky Shaw. He smiled at me, then looked at Gus with a pleading look. "Hi, there, Mr. Williams, Ike. I was studying with Andy last night and ended up having a few beers, so I spent the night in his room." I looked at Gus; we knew this was a lie, since Andy, who claimed to be straight, had left for the t-room to get a blow job before we went there to meet Cum-dump.

Gus nodded at the redhead, then held out a hand. "It's good to see you, Ricky. Where's Andy?" They shook hands, then Ricky shook my hand as Gus's arm went around my shoulder.

"He's in the kitchen, making pancakes. He asked me to ask you to see him when you came out."

"I want to introduce you to my other boys, Ike." I focused on them for the first time. One was shorter and well built, while the taller one was more lithe, like a gymnast. Both boys had auburn hair, with reddish highlights in the morning sun coming through the window. Both boys were wearing just briefs. The short one was obviously hung like his dad and Andy, while the tall one's crotch didn't have an obvious mound. The tall one already had a decent chest of hair, while the burly one was almost hairless, with just a ring of fur around each nipple. The tall one was a young version of his father, stunningly handsome, while the short one was still handsome, but not quite as eye-catching.

The tall one broke into a grin, then strode across the room, his hand out. "I'm Buddy, and I love that old car of yours. Are you thinking of restoring it?" He seemed like an over-friendly puppy. I decided to let him win the handshake battle, and his grin widened.

"My baby runs like a dream, and I've been gathering some volunteers to finally finish her body. Your dad told me that you might me interested."

"Fuck, yes. I'm not the brightest student, but I can fix anything." Buddy boast. "What kind of engine does it have?"

I chuckled, happy to meet another enthusiast. "We'll talk later." His twin was sort of glaring at me, so I walked over to him. "So that means that you're Bart. It's a pleasure to meet you."

He looked me over, then gave me a tight smile. "Andy said you're on the fencing team."

"I just joined. Ricky is helping to train me."

"I'm learning to fence, too. Epee."

"My weapon, and I just learned to fence this year, so I'd love to practice with you." I held out a hand.

As he grasped it, he looked me in the eye. The little fucker had realized that I'd let his twin win the handshake game, and he was challenging me to treat him as an adult. So I did. He had quite a grip on him, and I almost gave up when he whispered, "Uncle," finally giving me an honest smile.

I clasped his shoulder with my other hand as I smiled back. "Ten seconds more, and I would have given up, Bart." He nodded back.

Gus had been observing my interaction with his twins, and I realized how nervous he'd been when he let out a long breath. "Excuse me." Gus said, as he left the room.

Buddy lit a cigarette as we sat down to chat. Bart grinned at his twin's excitement at my car, so I explained the history of the car, and why I'd never finished it's restoration. It was Bart who responded. "That fucking sucks. I don't know how I'd handle loosing my dad at that age. He's like, my second best friend." He looked at Buddy, who grinned widely back at him.

"My dad was my best friend, but my folks were pretty old when I was born, so I'd always been aware that I might loose them. Ironically, my mom was always the sick one, but I still have her. She's frail, but living at home with our housekeeper. I`m an only child." I looked at the twins. "Can I ask you guys a personal question?" Bart nodded, then Buddy gave a quick nod. "How do you guys feel about me dating your dad?"

Bart said "We knew that dad was gay before we knew the word. He's always had boyfriends until last year, and he's been lonely. I have to admit that I was a bit surprised that you're Andy's age.."

"Actually, Andy is older than me."

He shrugged. "If you were a woman your age, and my dad was straight, would anyone think it was odd that he was dating you? You must know that a college gym teacher ain't rich, so it's not like you're a gold-digger. Dad grins when he looks at you, and I liked seeing him happy. Andy said the same thing this morning."

Gus returned to the room, kissing his sons. "Why don't you guys go up and get dressed for school? Breakfast will be ready in about ten minutes." They clambered up the stairs, Buddy yammering about my car. "Well, that was fast thinking, Ricky. Fortunately, we know each other already, and you know I`m gay, so we could act casual. Andy explained most of it to me, but to be honest, I didn't want to know the details."

I laughed, "Then leave the room, old man, because I do want to know all the details. How did your basically straight son end up with my gay teammate in the house this morning? I can assume it was in his bed?"

Gus sighed. "I think I can tolerate hearing it better from Ricky than Andy."

"How about from me?" Bart said from the stairs. "Ike, Ricky, my career goal is to be a police detective, so I've been training myself to be observant. Obvious lie number one: Andy knew that Ike was here and had met him and spoken to him, but you guys didn't know that Ricky was here. Therefore, Andy had been here, but left the house after you guys went to bed and returned with Ricky."

I laughed. "Close, but go on." He came down the stars and sat next to me. He took a cigarette from me and lit it.

"Andy has had a few buddies crash here before, but they usually use one of the couches. The few times one ended up sharing his bed, they wore their shorts. When Buddy and I came home this morning, the two of them were butt naked, sleeping with their arms around each other. There was an open jar of Vaseline on the nightstand, and both their dicks were glistening." He blushed. "Ricky shifted, and some white liquid oozed from his ass. So they'd been fucking. But Ricky's dick was also greased, and Andy was walking... well, gingerly when he first got up, so they'd fucked each other." He grinned at Ricky. "How am I doing?"

Andy's amused voice sounded from the door. "Batting .1000, punk. Does Buddy know?"

"You know how Buddy`s oblivious to most things. All he has eyes for right now is Ike's car. You two could have been going at it, and he wouldn't have noticed. I'm only mildly surprised."

"Why only mildly?"

He took a nervous drag on the cigarette, then looked in his brothers eye. "Hey, dad is gay, and... so am I. At least, I think I am. I've tried both, girls and guys, and preferred the guys, but the guys were... I guess that they were the wrong guys. I fucked their asses and let them suck me, but I only sucked two of them in return. One of the guys I fucked called me 'trade, then explained the term." He shrugged. "The one guy in school I have a crush on has a pregnant girlfriend, so I wouldn't do anything with him even if he was willing. I want the first guy I really have sex with the be someone special."

Gus had noticed how his son was avoiding eye contact. He opened his mouth, but I shook my head, nodding to Andy, who picked up the byplay between us and said: "You sound like me, punk. Until last night, I'd only sucked a few guys who were really nice back after they'd done me. One of them had been Ricky. I met him last night, and we ended up making out, and before I knew it, I'd invited him home." He shrugged with a smirk. "By the time we were naked, I was begging him to do it to me."

Bart nodded. "So last night was the first time you...?"Andy grinned, elaborately grimacing as he rubbed his butt. "So I'm not so odd to want the first time to be with someone special?"

Gus and I laughed. Before the kid could get angry, I squeezed his knee. "Not at all, Bart. I only realized that I'm bisexual recently. The first man I spent the night in bed with was a man I had a crush on, and he gave me a piece of advice: save my anal virginity for a special man, since it only happened once. So I decide to start a hunt for a boyfriend, a special man who I'd ask to do the honors."

Bart's eyes narrowed as he smashed out the cigarette. "You're bi?" I nodded. "So you're gonna dump dad after he's fallen for you for some girl?"

Gus spoke up. "I haven't fallen for Ike yet, Bart. I knew from the start that he was bi, and that he's dating a couple of other men in his quest. I liked him enough to want to be one of the candidates for his first boyfriend."

Bart was still stiff. I patted his knee. "Last evening, I realized that if I was bisexual, I definitely lean towards men."

He relaxed a little. "How did you realize that?"

"When I was trying to get into my car to go meet your dad for our date, I was so nervous that I kept dropping the keys. I realized that I'd never been that nervous on a date with a girl who I`d never fucked, and I already knew I was spending the night here. I was nervous because for the first time, I really wanted my date to like me. Not like me enough to spread her legs, but like me as a person."

Bart put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed. "I'm sorry I got angry, Ike. It was really none of my fucking business."

I hugged him back. "Hey, pal. I like that you and Andy are so protective of your dad. Gus is a special man, and deserves a lot of love. Maybe from me, maybe from another man. But he's the kind of man who is easy to fall in love with. I know, I'm pretty close to being in love with him after one date." Gus gazed at me in wonder, a silly grin on his face. "Now, go get dressed for school before Buddy comes looking for you."

"Nah. While I shower before going to bed, he's a morning shower guy, so he's pounding his pud in there right now, imagining working on your car." We all laughed as he stood up. "Or fucking his girlfriend in your car. His two interests in life are cars and sex."

"It's a great car for sex. If you ever want to borrow it..."

He stood at the foot of the stairs. "I can bring anyone I want home, now that dad knows about me and guys, so I can stop being embarrassed." He shrugged. "Now I just have to find a guy." He ran up the stair.

Gus moved over next to me, kissing me. "So, you're falling for me?"

"How can I resist you? Even though I keep up finding myself in the oddest conversations around you, I still love being around you." I teased. "But right now, I'll trade you in for a cup of coffee." Hearing the sound of Buddy's shoes on the stairs, the four of us laughed as we retreated to the kitchen.

Andy had already made a big stack of pancakes, as well as about three pounds of crispy bacon. We sat at a big table, settling down to the serious job of stuffing our faces. Bart joined us in a few minutes, stopping to pour some more batter on the griddle as he entered the room.

When we were done, the boys loaded the dishwasher as Gus went through the ritual of cleaning and stuffing a pipe. "Gus, I decided last night while we were chatting with Pete that I was going to ask you to teach me to smoke a pipe. My dad was a pipe smoker, and I have ton of his pipes at home."

Andy looked over. "You guys saw Pete last night?"

"It's a long story, and I'll tell you about it while I drive you back to campus."

Buddy asked, "Who's Pete?"

Gus answered, his voice gentle and patient. "Do you remember how I told you how I have a lot of brother's and sisters with the same father but different mothers?" The kid nodded. "Pete and his brother Ralph are two of them, and they're students at the college, so Andy met them by accident. Pete and I had a fight a long time ago, but last night we made up. In fact, since you don't want to come to New York to see that play staring my sister Willa, the one who you met once, I invited Pete to come with us instead, to get to know Bart and Andy better."

Buddy pouted like a kid. "But then I won't meet him."

"I'll introduce you before we leave, and now that we're friends again, I promise you that your Uncle Pete and Uncle Ralph will be guest here. He's a football player." Buddy grinned. "I'll go get some stuff for Ike's pipe lesson."

"Me, too, dad." Andy said. "I've always wanted to try." The twins agreed.

Gus saw the confused look on my face, so he said, "Come give me a hand, Ike." As he gathered some stuff, he said to me, "I guess you're wondering about Buddy."

"Yes. He seems bright enough, and as friendly as a puppy, but he didn't pick up that I wanted to change subject, and acted so childish about Pete. Is there something wrong with him?"

He sighed. "Can I explain later? It's sort of complicated and rare." I nodded as we returned to the kitchen.

We spent a pleasant ten minutes learning to clean pipes, fill them, and light them. We laughed as Gus presented Sherlock Holmes pipe to Bart, the future detective. Even Ricky joined in. I noticed that Buddy sat there puffing on his pipe, cleaning all the other pipes that Gus had brought in, even ones that were brand new, and then began to clean them over again before Bart gently stopped him.

Looking at the clock, Gus told the twins that it was time to leave for school. Both boys shook my hand, then Ricky's. then kissed their father and brother before they left.

After we refilled our pipes and coffee cups, Gus said, "Ricky knows this already, Ike. Buddy has always been a little odd, having repetitive behavior; getting very focused on certain tasks while ignoring others; and having trouble with social cues. Five years ago, a doctor suggested that I take him to a specialist in New York. That was when I introduced him to Willa; we stayed with her. He has a rare disorder called Asperser's. No known reason, and no cure, but the specialist said he has what appears to be a mild form, perhaps because Bart had always been there to supply support and direction. He's not retarded, just easily distracted by his obsessions, and fortunately his main obsession is automotive repairs, so he`ll be able to support himself if he has a supportive wife to take care of finances. His girlfriend actually asked me about his condition after their first date, and is willing to remain involved with him, so I like her. I also feel sorry for her, since she comes from a really fucked up family. I actually invited her to move in with Buddy, but she turned me down. She plans on going to college, and told me that getting married at eighteen was a formula for an early pregnancy, which would end her dreams."

I just stared at the man. He'd had such a difficult life, but managed to be so pleasant and upbeat. He was loving and supportive. Yes, he was an easy man to love, even with all the drama that surrounded him.

Andy commented, "I had a long talk with her a few weeks ago, dad."

"Oh? Why would you do that?"

"I wasn't sure that she knew that Buddy was balling other girls. I swear that the boy is the most typical Williams of us all; I doubt that he understands the concept of fidelity at all."

Gus looked angry. "What did she say? Is she dumping him? She should, you know."

Andy shook his head. "No, she's in love with him, and he's honestly told her about the other girls. She has him trained to be obsessive about using rubbers, and is sure that he adores her, so she's willing to allow him his freedom to roam. She's a Williams bastard, too, so she understands these things. She told me that once they're married, she would even tolerate a few extra kids, although she would try to get custody."

Gus exploded. "That foolish child. She should clamp down on Buddy. She can't be so trustful of a Williams man - of any man! If she really loves the boy and wants to be with him for the rest of her life, she shouldn't be so trustful. She needs to establish boundaries with Buddy!"

Andy shrugged, then finished his coffee. I sat in shock. Maybe Gus wasn't quite the ideal man I thought he was. Unlike most Williams men, Gus seemed to be dedicated to monogamy, the one thing that would disqualify him as my boyfriend. Ricky, Andy and I had to get ready to go back to campus, since I needed to get my books for class and change my jeans. I hugged and kissed Gus goodbye with passion, wondering when we'd have the time to have a serious discussion about our possible future.

With a heavy heart, I lead the others to my car.

When we go in my car, I was desperate to change the subject. Although we're three large men, the old car is large enough that we could sit in the front set, if slightly snuggly. "Ricky, have you told Andy about my bet with Neil Brenner yet?"

Andy laughed. "Yes, he did. I think that the Coach is in for a rough night."

"I suspect that he'll love it. When I met him at The Rusty Spike, he was taking any stud up his ass, so a gang bang of horny jocks should make him a very happy man."

"How did you two meet Pete last night? I thought you had a date with that slave of yours, Cum-dump?"

"It turns out that my ex-slave Cum-dump is your Uncle Pete, so you must have been right about seeing us talking on campus. I could have sworn no one was around."

"I was sitting in the window of my dorm room studying, and happened to look out. I'm on the second floor, so I saw the two of you clearly, but couldn't hear you."

"You live in the same dorm as Pete and Ralph?" He nodded. "I do, too! When my roommate from last year decided to drop out, they offered me a room in the upper-class men`s dorm with Matt Slater."

"From the swim team? The one Ralph is dating?" I nodded. "Small world. I guess we just never met because I rarely use the elevator."

We all laughed. I cleared my throat, then said in a humorous voice, "OK, spill it. How did you go from being basically straight to having the Blazing Gay Blade here pounding your ass raw?"

"Well, after our talk, I headed over to the t-room. The place was jumping: all the stalls were occupied, and a dozen guys were lined up to fuck this crazy construction worker slut. Ricky was leaning against the wall, looking bored out of his mind until he saw me, then his eyes lit up and he grinned. Like I told Bart, Ricky is one of the guys who I'll give blow jobs in return, and we've always been pretty good buddies. I walked up to him, and without thinking, grabbed him in my arms and kissed him. Pretty soon we were making out like crazy, and then..."

Ricky laughed, "And then the inexperienced Mr. Williams here tried to grope me. He almost crushed my balls, since I'm free-balling. I literally fell to my knees with a gasp, and he was so sweetly apologetic. He invited me home. It's a nice, long walk from the campus, so we had time to talk. He told me about the conversation he'd had with you and his father, not realizing that I knew you from the team and knew you had a date with Gus. I filled in a few blanks, then Andy confessed his sexual confusion as well as his desire to really experience sex with another man."

"I even told him that he was the very person I would have picked, since I like him so much and enjoyed our sexplay the few times we've done something. We stripped, and after kissing some more while jacking on each other, Ricky asked me to get some grease to fuck him for the first time together. As I got it, I decided that I wanted Ricky in my ass first. He was so patient; eating me beautifully, which was also a first, and soon I was begging for him to get in me. Other than a second of pain at first because I pushed back nervously, it was marvelous. We fucked each other three times before passing out."

I laughed. "I had a feeling it was a few times, since the boy detective could see spooge drooling from Ricky's ass." Andy gave a rich laugh. "What?"

"My dad is the only man I've ever met who uses that word - spooge."

We had arrived back at campus without my getting questioned about my relationship with Gus. We all trooped into a tobacconist's shop across the street to buy tobacco, pipe cleaners and other paraphernalia. I even bought a second pipe, with a fairly large pottery bowl carved like Shakespeare's head. I couldn't smoke a pipe in class, but I intended to impress some people that day.

We entered the dorm building and separated. There was a note from Coach Brenner to see him sometime that morning to pick up my team jacket. I found Matt and Ralph asleep, so I lit my pipe as I stripped. They woke up to make jokes about my imitating Gus as I dressed. I sat down. "Ralph, last night Gus and I ran into Pete, and I forced them into a conversation."

"Which one is in the hospital?" he groaned.

I grinned. "Neither. Believe it or not, they settled their misunderstandings. In fact, Pete is going with Gus and two of his sons to New York this weekend to see Willy star in a play."

"Wow. Lucky Pete. He has such a crush on Willy."

"Who's he?" asked my roommate.

"She. Willy is Willa - one of our half-sisters." Matt looked stunned at that news.

"By the way, Matt: Pete said to tell you he'll rip your balls of if you hurt Ralph, so I think those two have to have a talk. I doubt it he meant sexually, with Matt's consent and begging." With that, I left the room with just a sweater. I'd tell Matt that Pete had been Cum-dump after Pete told Ralph.

I trotted over to the Athletics Building. Gus wasn't in his office yet, so I went to Neil's office. He presented me with my team jacket, reminding me that first quarter members were allowed to wear it out of season. "How did you date with Gus Williams go, Ike?"

"Pretty interesting. Did you know that one of his sons is studying fencing?"

"Yeah, I teach Bart at the YMCA. He's at about the same level as you, so by next year I have high hopes for him."

"Good. I invited him to practice with me. I hope that's OK?"

"Fine. He's a bit on the shy side, so I think it would be good for him to interact with team members before he's on the team. Maybe we'll invite him on away matches."

I grinned. "Are you sure? He'll be one of the guys climbing on your ass in that team gangbang. He told us this morning that he's sure he's gay."

Neil stared at me for a second, then cracked up. "I'm assuming that you're sure you have the numbers for that part to happen?" I nodded with a smirk. "Then bring him on. He's 18, and a pretty hot kid. That would really make him feel part of the group." I decided to let Andy surprise him. He sniffed. "Were you just with Gus?" I shook my head. "Then why do you smell of his pipe smoke?"

I took out "Shakespeare" with a grin. "I acquired another bad habit. My late dad was a pipe smoker, so I had Gus teach me to smoke one. Andy and Ricky learned too, and so did the twins."

"Ricky Shaw?" I needed. "What was Ricky doing there?"

I decided to let that be a surprise, too. "They were studying last night at the house, and he crashed there overnight. Listen, Coach, I have to go to my Advanced Psych class, over near the Library. See you at practice." I left my sweater behind to pick up later.

I got to the Social Science Building in plenty of time. I leaned against a column, smoking my new pipe as I preened in my new letter jacket. I drew quite a few lustful glances from both women and men. Just before I had to go in, my occasional girlfriend Nancy came by. She stopped to stare at me for a few seconds, then slid into my arms. Her hands slid under my jacket to fondle my body lustfully as he lips explored mine, her tongue thrusting into my mouth.

After we'd kissed long enough for her to be aware that she'd arouse me, I gently disentangled us with a chuckle. "I gather you approve of the new look." I teased.

"I didn't think I'd be so turned on by the jacket, Ike. And I never realized that a man with a hairy chest puffing a pipe a pipe got..." she whispered in my ear, "got my pussy throbbing and wet." I laughed as my hand cupped her ass cheek possessively. A hot looking man in his thirties looked at me with jealousy as he stalked into the building. "What are you doing tonight, hot stuff?"

"Unfortunately, I'm booked up until after my birthday, Doll-Face."

"I can kick myself for accepting that date to the Halloween Ball!" She hissed.

"Well, save a dance or two for me, Doll-Face. Maybe we can make out a little behind a potted palm."

"So that you can get hotter for Terry?" she teased. "Actually, that sounds hot, since I know what costume you're wearing and you don't." She kissed me lightly on the lips. She looked up at me with a mischievous pout. "I hope your have a miserable day with that hard on, Mr. Williams."

I chuckled. "And here I was, about to ask you out on Sunday evening, so we can celebrate my birthday, too. In bed, of course. Too bad."

With a squeal, she threw herself in my arms. "Yes. That makes up for the fact that I just heard that my date is a real dud in bed, after I turned the best lover I know over to my roommate for Halloween!" Turning, she flounced off, wiggling her behind. I gave a wolf-whistle, and her hips went into overdrive.

With a chuckle and a sigh, I went to class. Man, was I fucking HORNY! I found the classroom empty, with a note on the door. My psychology professor was in the hospital center for emergency gall stone surgery, so class was canceled for the day! I wrote myself a quick note to send him a get well card.

I had three hours to spare and full balls. I headed to the T-Room!

As I rushed into the basement, puffing on my Shakespeare pipe, I walked straight into Jeff Hamilton's broad chest. Literally, still blinded by the sun in the dark corridor. He was wearing that green sweater he'd worn on our first date, the one his sister had made that made him looks so damned sexy. Jeff wrapped his arms around me as I looked up into his green eyes. He purred, "My, you're looking exceptionally hot, today, Ike. I like the literary pipe. I puff on one when I write."

"You do?" I gasped as I took it from my lips. No one was around, so we exchanged a quick kiss. "My class was canceled, and I'm horny as hell, so come with me to your office, or the t-room."

"I can't. I'm on my way to a staff meeting. In fact, tomorrow, we have to meet with the chairman of the Department, your new mentor. He wants to get to know you. Any time will be fine - he's available all afternoon."

"But our date is still on?" I smirked at him. "I'll get to spend the night in your arms and bed again?"

He kissed me quickly. "I've been looking forward to it all week, sexy." We heard voices in the hallway, so we separated. "We'll see the chairman after class, then we'll have a nice dinner. Then ten or twelve hours of unbridled passion." With a wave, he took the sunlight from the dark basement.

I decided to follow Jeff out to watch his beautiful ass as he walked away. I was so engrossed in the view that I was startled by a laugh almost in my ear. Tom had walked up next to me from the side path, and I never noticed him. "Yeah, that is a beautiful sight. I can see why you're so gone on him, buddy. Let me tell you, knowing that he's gay makes concentrating in his class a lot harder for me. You have a date with him tomorrow night, right?"

I grinned at him. The last of the bruises from our fistfight had faded. "Yes. Can I tell you a secret, my best buddy?" He nodded. "The main reason I'm still a virgin is that I got scared by his massive erection the first time we were in his bed. If he'd been more modestly hung, I suspect I would have let him follow his tongue with his dick. He was impressed that I could deep throat him, though."

Tom whistled. "I am, too. So, what are you up to?"

I told him how Nancy had gotten me all horny, and then I'd discovered that my class was canceled. "Literally walking into Jeff's strong arms has me even more excited. What are you up for?"

"Actually, I was hoping for a lesson in pussy eating. The girl I have that date with invited me to spend a few hours with her in her dorm room this evening. Since she's on the same floor as Terry and Nancy, that would be more fuel to feed Terry's jealousy." I laughed, leading him towards my room. "I spoke with my cousin. The suite is ours, and it's a good thing I spoke to him. He's getting a record number of reservations for that night. It seems that a lot of couples had the same idea we did. He suggested claiming that he stuck two couples in the same suite out of necessity, and he'll apologize when you get there after we do. I explained the plan to Gail, my date, and that's when she suggested an initial round of sex, so we're more obviously an experienced couple when you and Terry walk in on us. She'll help me tonight, but I don't want to look like a total virgin with her. Let her hone my skills." I laughed. "By the way, Gail is a music major, studying to be an opera singer, so she's taking acting lessons. She offered to pretend to be falling in love with me at the dance to get Terry even more jealous. And I've been doing a great acting job, too."

"Oh? How so?"

"I've been much cooler towards Terry, and I even flirted with a girl when she was nearby. I knew this girl has a boyfriend, but Terry was starring daggers at us."

I stopped to knock the dottle out of my pipe, and reloaded it. After I lit it, Tom looked at me with gleaming eyes. "Damn, buddy, I think you look even hotter smoking a pipe!" I punched him in the shoulder as we stalked up the walk.

When we got to my room, I dug out some of my straight porn. One magazine had a two page spread of a close-up of a widely spread snatch. Tom whistled. "Hot pussy!"

"My dad actually used this very photo when I was sixteen to give me the same lecture I'm about to give you. `A gentleman has an obligation to make sure that his partner has pleasure at sex before he seeks his own pleasure. The first way a real man does that is with his fingers and tongue; he doesn't stick his dick in her until she's cum, or until she's begging.' How's that so far?"

"You're preaching to the choir. I really need to learn the techniques."

I nodded, then showed him the clit, the urethra, labia, and other parts. I explained how to arouse a woman with his fingers and tongue on the clit and labia, while avoiding the pee-hole. After ten minutes, Tom was sure he was ready for his session in a couple of hours.

"Hey, buddy?" I asked after putting the pictures away. "You said you'd tell me about some other glory hole t-rooms."

"Actually, there's a fantastic men's lounge at the hotel. The place had a men's only sauna and pool 100 years ago, but it was poorly constructed and had to be closed down because the water leaked out and repairs never quite worked. The lounge, toilet and old steam room are still down there, used as a toilet for the bar in the lobby, but when they renovated the place, they added new johns inside the bar. The steam room isn't used as a steam room, but it's a soundproof sex chamber with tile benches. You'll see a staircase next to the entrance to the bar in the lobby with a small brass sign `Men's Lounge'."

"Well, I doubt if I'll use it at the dance, but it's good to know. How about here on campus? You promised to show me one."

He pulled me to my feet. "We can go to one, and have sex there. Library or Science Hall?"

"I'm a writer, so let's try the Library." I joked as I put my team jacket back on.

As we left the dorm, I noticed mail in my box. It was from my high-school suck-buddy, Paul. I told Tom about Paul as we walked along. When we got to the Library, I opened the letter. Paul had been going to college in California since returning to the United States from Japan. He was planning a visit right after my birthday to Williams' College, with the possibility of transferring here, and looked forward to renewing "our old friendship and activities." That could only mean that Paul wanted to have sex with me again, but I downplayed that to Tom, knowing how he fought jealousy. I looked forward to our reunion.

The T-room in the Library is located on the top floor, which is sort of like an attic. There are study rooms and desks scattered around among beams and other structural features. There are two toilets near the elevators in the center, a man's and women's, but this one is tucked away in a dark corner behind some stacks where old periodicals are stored. There was a women's room like it on the far corner.

It wasn't a huge room, but well situated for sex. There was a wall that hid the interior from the bookshelves outside, then a dogleg that took you to two sinks. There was a partition that hid the sinks from a trough-style urinal, which made a constant gurgling noise which I found kind of sexy. There was no privacy for the three or four men who could fit in there to urinate, but a perfect view of dicks.

Along both the other walls were two large stalls each, with large glory holes between them. The corner space was officially a storage space, low walled and odd shaped from the corner of the roof, shelved and open to the room but dark. Glory holes were in both walls, and there was a bench along the short back corner.

When we entered, there was action going on all over the place. All four stalls were occupied; the sound of slurping could be heard, and someone was grunting deeply from a good, hard fucking. There was a man sitting on the bench in the storage area, although all I could see of him was that he had his pants pulled down around his ankles, and the motion of his jacking hand on his cock. He was running a hand over the ass of an older man sucking cock through one of the glory holes in the space.

Tom whispered in my ear, "Why don't you see who's on the bench? I feel like an adventure." He walked over to the urinal, where two students were standing, jacking off.

I entered the dark space. The man sitting there appeared to be about 30, and he was shirtless, so I could tell he was the hairiest motherfucker I'd ever seen, with a decent build but a slight potbelly. He grinned at me with a clean shaven face, then held his hand out to my crotch, He had sort of rough-hewn good looks, and I could see that the clothes he had shed was the uniform of one of the groundskeepers who kept the gardens and lawns beautiful. His biceps bulged as he pumped an eight inch dick. I noticed a wedding ring, but was getting used to that. He seemed eager enough.

I smiled as I let him grope me. He pulled down my fly, grinning at my lack of underwear and willing erection as I opened my belt. He groaned, "Oh, fuck, yeah", and licked his lips as he pulled me towards him by my balls. My hand brushed against the ass of the busy cocksucker bent over at the glory hole, and he groaned, so I felt him up.

A pair of talented lips took me to the root in an equally talented throat. I put a hand behind his head and pumped in his throat, as his hand cupped my ass cheek, encouraging me. The ass against my hand wiggled to get my fingers in the greasy crack, so I worked a finger, then two into the loose, cum filled ass, finger fucking him as he sucked dick.

My cocksucker was having a great time. After a few minutes, he whispered, "Let me eat that stud ass, buddy." I turned, spreading my cheeks, and a talented tongue dug into my hole. I could see my buddy Tom bent over the urinal, with one of the students ramming into his ass as the other watched, Tom's hand wrapped around his erection. Someone left a stall, and the three students pulled up their pants and ran in, and the next thing I heard was Tom's deep throated groan of pleasure.

I turned back to let my blue-collar buddy suck some more. I could hear the man getting a blow job by the man kneeling next to me, my fingers in his guts, begin to cum. Then I had a man blowing me expertly, and another eating my ass. I was a happy man.

Time went on, filled with pleasure. One of Tom's partner's left, and my buddy gave a loud noise; the second man must have been quite well hung, but Tom wasn't complaining, just boasting to the room. Then I heard his voice turn to slurps, so I guessed that he'd begun servicing someone through the glory hole.

My ass eater impaled himself on a large cock through the glory hole, and I saw that he was a former teacher from my freshman year. We just grinned at each other, then he began to play with my balls as my other partner took me deep in his throat. Soon, I was dumping a hot load in my new buddy's gullet, as his load spattered on my leg. He leaned over to clean me up with his tongue. He leaned back to light a cigarette, obviously staying for more cock, so I pulled up my jeans and turned. Tom was leaving the stall, a well fucked grin on his face, although his partner remained inside. I took a peek - he was sucking a cock through the hole.

Tom smirked at me. "Ready to have some lunch?"

We went to the cafeteria, where we found Ricky and Andy. The three of us got Tom jealous with our plans to gangbang our coach, who Tom thought was really hot, in a few weeks on our first away match. I told Andy about Neil's agreement to let his gay younger brother come along with us to that match. Andy said "I'll explain the situation to Bart, and let him decide if he want to come with us, and also if he'll be joining the party, or staying in his room. He really is eager to join the team, so joining in our fun will thrill him."

After the three of us walked outside to have a pipe, as Tom drooled over three men with pipes, I had to rush off to class, then to fencing practice. I saw the three of them walk off together towards our dorms. I guessed that Tom was eager for some more dick.

I was looking forward to my date with Dan that night.

But that is another story.

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Copyright 2012 - by Ike Rose

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