"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.
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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.