The usual disclaimers apply. The subject matter deals with male to male affairs, so if your: too young, too disinterested, too upset over this type of material...then punch out now.
I have submitted several previous stories that have related experiences I have enjoyed over these enjoyable years. This one, however, is one I've been anxious to share...for it is a love story, or to be exact, how I met the love of my life. It also describes the "sign of the times", the fears of those times, my inability (at that time ) to realize and face up to my one true love affair. Such was my mind-set back then when this occured, in the early 60s.
I had the weekend to myself, so I went to a small town just south of where I lived at the time. The year was 1962. I had been to the GreyHound Bus terminal, read amongst the writings on the wall of another bus terminal in town, by a major hotel, where the action was hot and heavy, and quiet. I loved quiet ! So I went there with high hopes, and a hot piece of man-meat hungry to be sucked. It was all the 'writings' said it would be.
As I said, it was at a major hotel across town. Along side of the hotel was a wide alley that went straight througn the block. In the rear corner of the hotel was an area for the Trailways bus to pick-up passengers. There was also a cafe/coffee shop, open 24 hrs. You could go from the coffee shop, down a hallway, and you would be in the main hotel lobby. It was quite spacious. The main desk was straight ahead from the main doorways. To the right of the lobby was a lounge bar, to the left of the lobby was an ornate stairway that led up to the 2nd floor. Under this grand staircase were the stairs that led down to the Mens Room.
In the Mens Room (as you entered the door) were three urinals on the right wall, straight ahead were the wash basins, and on the left of the door were three stalls. The first stall door was 'free', whereas the middle and end doors required a dime to open them. The stall walls were made of ivory marble, the doors were wooden. In the middle stall door someone had cut a square 'glory hole', and in the wall between the second and third stall someone had managed to carve out a peep hole through that marble.
On my two previous visits to the mens room I had good success, I had gotten my cock sucked each time by kneeling under the wall. I had also sucked one...part way, before I had him take it "all the way"...which they all hungerly did. I should note here, at this time in my life, although I dearly enjoyed getting sucked, and tho I could give a short return suck, I wasn't into taking a man's load of cumm into my own mouth. I only limited myself to glory holes, or under the stall walls...I was too afraid to 'face' a person. This then was my mind-set on that 'fateful' friday evening. It happened like this...
I went to the bus coffee shop, waited a short time, then sauntered out into the lobby, down the stairs to the mens room. I was certain "every eye" was on me, knew what I was up to, but the juices were flowing as I headed into the mens room. There was no one else there, so I dropped in my coin, went into the last stall. My pants were at my ankles, my throbbing cock was well 'lathered' (I'd get pre-cumm very fast, very long), when I heard the outter door to the men's room open. Then the coin at the door, and someone was in the middle booth next to me. I leaned forward enough until I could view his legs, see his pants go to his ankles as well. I managed a peep through the hole and was rewarded with the sight of his hand moving between his legs, could see his cock being worked into a steel rod. I noticed he was leaning toward the peep hole, so I leaned back on the stool, worked my cock with shaking hand. Almost immediately I got the 'kneel down' sign under the wall, so I did just that...went to my knees, my cock fully under the wall for him. The sensations were instant, my cock was being sucked deep into his mouth. My one arm was draped over the stool, my other hand pressed to the floor behind me, my hips try to get my cock as far under the wall as was possible. I was prepared to go soaring to the ultimate sexual hights...this man had me flying.
All at once...the trip was over. My cock was no longer in that heavenly mouth. A tap on the leg 'told me' to pull it back. Had some one come in unheard I wondered. I heard his pants being zipped, then he was out of his stall.
I thought, " shit, are we busted "
Suddenly this musical, deep voice was telling me, " come on out of the booth". Needless to say, I was petrified. But I could tell that it was the guy from the next booth, by his shoes and pants, standing in front of my door.
"Come out, it isn't safe enough in here right now", he said.
"Give me a second", I murmured. I steeled myself to get up, got my pants squared away...then I amazed myself, I opened the door. It was that voice, I found I had no choice.
He was standing there, a sweet sly smile on his lips, his lovely deep eyes were burning into mine. I can't describe the feelings, but this seemed so right.
"Do you have a car, let's go to a safer place then here, a motel perhaps", he said. I found myself responding with, "Okay, to a motel"
Suddenly we were in my car, he was directing me to a local motel, he was signing us in, and then we were in the room. The door had no sooner shut (I think) then he had me in his arms, his lips firmly on mine, his tounge was all over the insides of my mouth. Part of my brain was screaming, "what the hell are you doing"...yet another part was saying, " oh my God, this is so right, don't you dare stop"
The lights in the room were never turned on, I have no real recollection of loosing every bit of clothing I had, no memory of how we got to the bed, how the hell he had gotten rid of his clothes... but I knew I was suddenly exactly where I should be.
I remember murmuring, something like, " I don't know...how..., to...I never...did...another..., don't know...if...I can...".
That beautiful voice in the darkness came to me and said, " don't worry, I'll take care of everything, you just relax, enjoy. You just... be mine "
And damm, was I ever ! My cock was buried in that furnace of a 'love mouth', his tounge was playing me like a beautiful instrument, my ass was bouncing all over the bed. His hands were tounching me everywhere, all at the same time it seemed. I know I was moaning, my fingers were all through his hair, across his shoulders, up and down his back, kneading his ass checks, stroking his beautiful cock. And all the time his love-mouth was at my cock like a straw to my inside juices, draining me, but never letting me cumm. When I felt I was going to fill his hungry mouth with my cumm, it would suddenly ebb, then I'd build up, then it would ebb. Up and down, I was on a love roller coaster...I never wanted it to end. But of course it had too...I soon experienced a burst of my love juices exploding from my throbbing cock's head...spurt after spurt after spurt. He never stopped until every drop I had to give had been given.
There was enough light from the outside neons to allow me to see those burning eyes as my cock was being 'swollowed', the passion there was so intense. I recall at one time that I was half on, half off the bed...my shoulders on the carpet, my ass cheeks being held in his hands on the bed...my cock still buried deep in his mouth, his eyes devouring me.
After my first release, I recall asking him if he would rub my back and shoulders a little for me. " You bet", he said. His powerful hands were soon working my back...and in no time I was in a blissful sleep.
I recall waking up at some point during the night, and as I opened my eyes, he was propped up on one arm by myside, just watching me as I slept. When he noticed my eyes flutter open, he genly lowered his mouth to mine and gave me such a soulful kiss I was amazed...amazed... because I found myself responding in kind to this adorable man. My heart was pounding in my chest, I remember wrapping my own arms around him so he couldn't leave me. I never knew I could have these feelings...it both thrilled and scared me at the same time.
I tried to return some of the pleasure he was giving to me...I took his throbbing cock into my mouth...but fear held me back from going "all the way". He told me, " don't worry, I understand. When it's the right time you will". Then he ran his tounge down my chest, across my stomach, through my cock hairs, until he had my hot cock buried in his mouth once more. And the 'ride' began anew. I'm not sure how many times I was able to give my love juices that night...it really seemed endless, a constant, but I was one 'whipped puppy' when we had our breakfast in the morning.
I wanted to share this experience, because you see...it is a love story. My soul has been burned deep by this wonderful love he has given to me. I'm sure you have noticed there are no names provided...that's as it should be, but it is a true story...and that's how it had to be.
Randy
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