A Hole in the Wall

The second cock I sucked was big enough he could pull away slightly and not fall back through the hole. He began to thrust into my mouth. That was cool. That was pretty fucking hot, actually. I moved with him, stroking with my hand, my lips, and my tongue.

He was not as much of a gentleman as the first guy. He didn't call out a warning and didn't try to pull out of my mouth. I would have refused anyway but the offer is always appreciated. He simply filled my mouth. I held it for a moment but he zipped and left immediately. I swallowed.

As I rose to sit back on the stool I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned and saw an eye peeking through the crack where the door of the booth didn't close completely. That explained the dude's quickness when it came to offering me his cock. He'd been watching. He knew I was sucking without wasting time on the preliminaries.

The eye left the crack, the booth next door darkened and he pulled the door closed. The floor was hard on my knees. I re-positioned the stool and waited.

Number three was more circumspect. He didn't change the video selection. I leaned back and watched the next highly improbable scenario unfold silently on his monitor. I bent nearly double and got a look at his face. I guessed he was my age, maybe a little older. He hadn't shaved for a few days. He had wavy shoulder length hair. The color was impossible to make out in the flickering light of the video but it was safe to say he probably ought to wash it soon. He wore a grease stained work shirt. An oval patch sewn above the right breast pocket announced he was "Ted". The shirtsleeves were rolled up but the one of the left was starting to come loose. The tail was untucked.

I could tell by his glances he was eyeing me as well. He watched the video for a few minutes before he stood up and unzipped his pants. His hands disappeared under his shirttail. I heard the clank of his belt buckle and a moment later, his pants fell to his knees. He wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock jutted from beneath the bottom of his shirt. He shuffled to the partition, ankles chain-ganged by his pants. His cock wasn't hard yet. I liked that. He put his cock through and then rose up and wiggled his balls through the hole as well. That was new.

I glanced at the door. I had another watcher. From the little I could see, I was pretty sure it was the nervous guy I had seen earlier. With two cocks under my belt, or down my throat to be more precise, I already was thinking of him as "the kid".

The knees of my jeans were already grimed with whatever was on the floor. I raised my ass off the stool and pushed my jeans to my ankles. I thought about taking them off, draping them over the stool and sitting on them but a vision of the cops pounding on the door killed that idea. I turned to face the door. I started stroking number three with my right hand. My cock had been rock hard since I'd slipped that first cock into my mouth. I squeezed out a huge drop of precum onto my fingers, looked the peeper in the eye, and licked my hand clean.

Down to business, pun intended.

Hygiene was less of a concern than it had been a half-an-hour ago but I didn't want to kneel on the concrete floor on my bare knees. I sat down, squatting, the heels of my tennis shoes digging into my bare ass. I accomplished the maneuver without letting go of number three's cock. I congratulated myself on my professionalism.

As I leaned closer, I noticed his musk. It was much stronger than either one's or two's. He didn't stink, although to be honest I had ceded total control to my lust. I can't say with total honesty that I wouldn't have sucked him off even if he reeked. He didn't reek but the smell was not subtle. He'd worked all day, based on his clothes as a mechanic, and he'd been sweating. It wasn't quite the fresh sweat smell of a dude who has just shed his running shorts and is waving his cock in your face but it didn't smell like your crotch did after a weekend of hiking and camping without a shower either.

I moved my other hand to play with his balls. I hadn't been able to do that with one and two. It wasn't until I felt the stubble under my fingertips that I realized he was shaved. The hair on his nuts and around his cock was shorter than the hair on his face. Now you might think I would have noticed that earlier but widespread shaving, for men or women, was still in the future. It never occurred to me that a guy might shave his balls or anything besides his beard.

I let his balls slide back and forth in my hand. The scratchy feel of the stubble felt amazing. I knew what I was going to do when I got home.

The eye at the door change periodically. You had to keep moving, keep ducking into a booth and dropping tokens or the management would be on your ass. Someone who was, based on my brief and limited glance, older and heavier, had replaced the kid's eye. I hoped the kid would be back soon. I had an idea percolating in the back of my mind.

I used my palm to spread three's precum over the head of his dick as I let his cock rest on my cheek and tentatively touched his ball sack with my tongue. I didn't do much with my balls in those days. I've since learned to pay attention to all my parts. Three didn't appear to mind. His cock was rapidly growing hard in my hand. I was torn. I would have loved to feel him get hard in my mouth but his balls fascinated me. He tasted salty. I slipped my tongue under his sack and let it rest there as I darted my tongue around.

"Suck my nuts, man."

I didn't think I could get both of them into my mouth. My tongue was under the left one, so that's the one I pulled into my mouth. His body stiffened and I was afraid I'd hurt him until I heard his, "Ah man. That's right. Suck my fucking balls."

I rolled his left nut in my mouth, sucking and pulling until the tension in his body told me that was enough. My head was to one side. I watched the parade of eyes at the door jam, hoping to spot the kid. No luck. Mr. Stout was bogarting the show.

"Hey buddy, if you aren't back there to watch a movie you need to get out. Understand?"

The voice came from the front of the store not back by the booths so I didn't hop up on the stool. The eye at the door disappeared. I waited a moment but no one took his place. I tilted my head the other way and went to work on the right nut. I was stroking his cock while I sucked his balls. Every stroke of my hand caused a trail of precum to grow, stretch and fall onto which ever cheek was beneath it.

I was digging this new discovery. I moved back to the left nut, mentally crossing my fingers, and bingo, he was there. The more I had thought about it, the better my idea seemed. I didn't move my mouth to three's cock. I kept sucking at his ball and jerking him off. I knew the kid was nervous. The other dude had just been bitched at for loitering. I needed to be fast. Rather, I needed three to be fast. I started to work the head, sliding my slick grasp over the crown in a rocking, twisting motion. Three cooperated.

A felt the now familiar shaking of the partition and the equally familiar pant of "I'm cumming" or "Oh fuck" or "Fuck yeah" etc.

I let his nut fall from my mouth, tilted my head back, and opened my mouth. My head was turned slightly so that I could watch the kid watching me. I don't think he even blinked. The first jet of cum laced diagonally across my face, missing my mouth completely. It landed in my hair and left side of my forehead, across the bridge of my nose and down my right cheek. I re-directed his cock. Most of the second jet went onto my cheek, along my nose and even into my nose. As his ejaculation slowed and my aim improved the rest landed on my tongue. I kept jerking and kept my mouth open until he pulled away.

Three's face appeared in the hole. Trying to keep one eye on him and one eye on the kid I licked my lips and swallowed. I wiped my cheek and nose off and sucked my finger clean, before repeating the process to remove the spunk on my forehead. I sucked my fingers clean while they watched.

The video behind me clicked off. I nodded toward the booth next door, willing the kid to enter, as I stood, fumbled in my pocket for my tokens and fed the machine.

"Man, you know how to suck cock," three whispered. "I'd dig returning the favor but my old lady is waiting for me at home. Stay cool, man."

As I rested my bare ass on the cold stool, he zipped up and left.

The light from the hall filled the booth when he opened the door. He held it open. The kid walked in. Behind him I saw two other guys glancing at the booth. Fuck, I was a hit.

The kid, let's be clear here, you had to be twenty-one to enter and they carded. I thought of him as a kid because I was now, in my own mind at least, a seasoned cocksucker and he was a nervous, token-jingling newbie. A newbie I was dying to suck off. I was obsessed at the thought of seeing this dude naked.

He watched the video. He squeezed at his crotch. Three's, or was it two's? tokens ran out and the kid fed the machine his own. I counted twelve rattles, three bucks. I hoped that meant he wasn't leaving soon.

He continued to watch the movie. I leaned forward and peeked through the hole. My cheek rested against the wall. I don't remember giving a shit about that.

"Let me see your cock."

He didn't respond. I didn't want to spook him. I could easily remember being in his shoes. I tried to remember what had happened next, when I had been playing his role. I stood up and began to stroke my cock. I didn't put it through the hole but stood right in front of it. I couldn't see if he was watching. I didn't even try. I just stroked my cock. I squeezed out some precum and when I licked my fingers clean, I could see him peering through the hole in the wall.

I sat back down. I didn't put my face to the hole. I just watched. He was watching me. He was squeezing his cock. I didn't crowd the hole. I stayed where I was.

"Man, it's cool. I'll just watch if that's all you're into."

He opened his mouth, closed it and started to get up.

"No man, don't split. Relax. I'll sit back so you'll hardly know I'm here. Watch your movie."

I didn't think he'd listen. The first few times I had been in his spot I hadn't. He settled back onto the stool.

"You won't like it," he whispered. He had an accent. It wasn't British. I thought it was New Zealand but maybe it was Australian. "My prick looks weird."

"Huh?"

"I'm from South Africa." I shrugged, so much for my being a man of the world. "We don't circumcise in South Africa, unless you are a Jew or a Muslim."

Interesting, I remember thinking. If the sub-genre of uncut gay porn had already been invented, I had not been aware of it. I'd only seen one uncut cock in my life and that had been in the shower after gym. Even that was only a glimpse, the guy kept his back to us. Fuck, if the kid had been dealing with that sort of shit no wonder he was freaking.

"Man, I don't care. That sounds fucking hot. Let me see. I'll only watch if you want."

His face bore a look of uncertainty but his eyes glowed with hope and horniness.

He stood up and unbuttoned his jeans. He was wearing Fruit of the Loom briefs, which only reinforced my mental tagging of him as "the kid". He pushed the top of his underwear down, fished around with the fingers of his right hand and pulled out his cock.

"Fuck, man. There's nothing weird about your dick. It's fucking gorgeous."

I wasn't playing him. It was. If God had asked me to pick a cock for myself that is the one I would have chosen. The kid was thin, making it hard to estimate size but he was easily as long as two, who I had thought was seven inches. At the base, his cock was bigger around than the circle of my thumb and finger. The shaft tapered in a gentle arching curve to a beautiful full head that, at that moment, was covered by a thin pink hood of skin. A pearl hung from the slit.

Later in the 80's I spent a lot of time looking for a clear dew drop earring that looked like that first drop of nectar from a man's cock. I never found it and nowadays I think I'd look silly with an earring. My kids would give me so much shit.

"Stroke it."

He did. When the foreskin pulled back I got my first full view of his engorged deep dusky red cock head. The crown was flared. The V below his slit was deep and channeled the flow of his precum. It hung there, growing until its weight pulled it away.

"Oh, man. Jesus. Let me suck that beautiful cock of yours. Please."

Fine, for the kid I was willing to go a little submissive.

I fixed my eyes on him, not afraid to let him see my desperation. I wanted his trust as much as I wanted his cock.

When he scooted toward the wall I damn near hooted with pleasure.

He arched his back and his cock was in my face. It's still the most perfect cock I've ever seen. That may be nostalgia talking but so what?

I played with it, explored it. I pulled the hood over the head, past the head then retracted it again. I was amazed at how it moved over his cock. I was amazed and a little bit crushed. I wanted my own foreskin back. For the first time I realized I had been robbed of a part of my body. I'd never even considered that before.

I pulled the foreskin back and took his cock into my mouth. I touched the tip of my tongue to his slit and then used my hand to pull his foreskin over the head of his dick and my tongue. He moaned and my mind soared.

I ran my tongue around the head of his cock and was treated to more moans. The kid never spoke another coherent word in my presence.

I don't know if he was a virgin. I don't know if he'd ever been with a chick or another guy. From the deep insecurity he'd spoken of about his cock, my guess is that even if he wasn't a virgin, it had at least been a long time since he'd done anything more than jerk off.

He began to thrust into my mouth. I let him. It was fine, more than fine, it was fucking hot.

I made a tunnel of my fist. I tunnel that end inside my mouth. When he pushed forward, the head of his cock rested on the back of my tongue. I didn't try to deep throat him. I let him fuck my mouth and was happy for the both of us.

I recall his cock as being the most perfect I've seen. I also recall him cumming more than any other man I've ever blown. He, literally, filled my mouth. I swallowed most of it. It was sharper in taste. I wondered later if sperm, like wine, ages. If the flavors change the longer it's stored.

Some of his load leaked past my lips. I felt a glob make it inside the neck of my tee shirt. I found it dried on my chest the next morning.

He kept pumping as long as his balls did. I think he came longer than I had actually sucked him. It was fucking out of this world.

I'd like to say he stood up, stepped back and returned the favor. I'd like to say he came back to my hotel and we spent the night and the next day, minus my interviews, together. I'd like to say I confessed my conflicted desires to my girlfriend and we shared it or at least moved past it. None of that happened.

He got up and left without saying a word. I wasn't pissed. It's what I did the first time some guy gave me a glory hole BJ.

The fire was still burning inside me, however. I sucked two more guys before my aching jaw made my wishful goal of an even dozen clearly impossible. I didn't get sucked off that night. I got my shit, more or less, together and left the booth. I had cum in my hair. The front of my shirt was splattered. The knees of my jeans were wet and grimy. I didn't fucking care. I was totally out of control. On my way out, I bought a dildo and some lube. After the clerk gave me my change and a smirk I told him to fuck off and die and expressed the opinion that he couldn't get his fat ass sucked, not even in here and then instead of smirking he should thank us for keeping his shitty shop running. He started from behind the counter but I, a guy who had never been in a fight, stood there, daring him with my eyes. That's how far I had slipped off my chain. He settled for telling me to get the fuck out. I did but stuck my head back in the door to tell him his wife was blowing dudes in the alley and he should make sure he got his cut.

I went back to my motel. It was cheap. I could have walked in with blood running from between clenched fingers and no one would have looked up. I stripped and threw my clothes on the floor, except my tee shirt, that I tossed on the bed. I was expecting to need a lot of clean up. My cock was still hard. I shit and used one of the wash clothes to wash my ass. My cock was purple and dripping. I refused to touch it.

I took one of the bath towels into the bedroom and spread it on the bed. I laid down on it and lubed my asshole. I put a finger in, then two, then three. I'd done that much before. I lubed the dildo. I should have gotten a smaller one, not that it was the largest, not even close. It was a six-inch pale latex dick and a shoved it up my ass. I raised up on an elbow, letting the weight of my body push it deeper into my ass.

My hand was slick with lube. I ran it over my cock head and began to jerk off. I wanted to cum but I hadn't wanted the night to end just then. I knew it would once I busted my nut. I spotted my tee shirt and the drying blotches on the front of it. I picked it up and put the largest splotch in my mouth. I sucked. I hadn't hesitated. Why would I? I had eaten their cum once tonight already. At first all I tasted was sweat and cotton but then I tasted cum. I sucked that spot until the flavor was gone then moved to another. I never made it to the third.

I felt my orgasm building. I wished I could cum in my own mouth then realized I could. I pulled the pillow from under my head and shoved it under my lower back, beneath the towel. I used my right hand to hold the dildo in my ass. I pushed off the bed with my left and threw my legs over my head. I let the bottom of my feet rest against the wall above the bed. I let the weight of my legs pull my cock toward my mouth.

I started to jam the latex cock in and out of my ass.

I jerked my cock, hard, with my left hand.

I opened my mouth.

Most of the cum ended up on my face, in my hair or on my chest but plenty landed in my mouth as well. I might have cum as much as the kid, I don't know. As I lowered my legs, the dildo popped out and landed on the towel. It didn't look too messy. I rolled it up and swiped the towel between my legs before dropping it on the floor.

Usually, post-orgasm I develop what I called "the guilts", for whatever reason, I didn't that night. That night, even one terrific orgasm wasn't enough. I didn't use the tee shirt to wipe off with. I used the finger and mouth method I had discovered in the booth. To this day it is still my preferred method. My post-load reluctance to eat my cum became another relic of my youth.

I rolled onto my side and fell asleep. I woke at some point, jerked off again and fell back asleep. When I woke the next morning, dried cum was everywhere, chest hair, head hair, even a scaly patch inside my right ear. The night before rolled over me. I didn't freak out. I smiled.

When I got home I had a friend in the med school shot me up with whatever it was they treat the clap and syphilis with back then. He made me take tetracycline for chlamydia. He didn't ask questions.

On occasion I thought about the kid while I jerked off. I wished him well, wished him lots of pussy or cock or ass or both but mostly I wished him happiness and peace. I still do. I don't pray, technically I'm not sure an atheist can pray, but I do find myself hoping, frequently, that he was as lucky as I was. That he was in touch with the world and when the first stories of "gay cancer" made the news he cooled it.

I did. AIDS, while not putting the fear of God in me, scared the hell out of me. I went to Lawrence. It was a good choice for what I wanted to do but I'd be lying if I said I didn't look twice at AC/DC tee shirt wearers and kept an ear opened for South African accents. I was always disappointed. My girlfriend didn't join me in Lawrence. It wasn't that she discovered I had a fondness for cock. It was nothing more than two people realizing their time together was at an end.