Glory Hole Sagas

THE GLORY HOLE SAGAS Chapter Ten

Some Off Campus Glory Holes (And A Fistfight To Make A Buddy)

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CHAPTER 10

A short time before my twentieth birthday, in my second year at college, I began to learn a lot about myself; that I craved sexual contact with men; that it was readily available 24 hours a day at glory holes in an isolated a men's room in the basement of one of the buildings on my college campus (and all over the T-room at off hours); that I liked my sex a bit on the rough side and that I preferred masculine men. I found myself able to domineer men who would have scared me before; and after repeated being told how handsome and sexy I was, I began to accept the fact, and really believe it. With each new successful sexual conquest, I discovered a new assertiveness and confidence that I had never known existed in me.

In less than a week, I had found out that if I was not gay, I was at least bisexual. I continued to date my two girlfriends, and my new confidence and aggressive behavior not only made me more attractive to them, it had them telling their best friends about my excellent sexual skills with women, taught to me by my late father as the responsibility of a "gentleman". This resulted in being asked out to a costume party on Halloween - the day before my birthday - by a woman who before my sexual awakening would make me stutter and shake with nervous lust. We privately agreed that I would help her make the guy who wanted her as a girlfriend jealous enough to finally act more like a boyfriend and not like a possessive ape, and in the process get her the engagement ring she wanted from him. But she looked forward to sampling the sexual techniques her roommate had described, and wanted me to teach them to him. For my part, I enjoyed baiting the short varsity athlete, since I not only thought he was an arrogant asshole; I wanted to bury my fat 9" dick up his pretty man-hole and ram it in his handsome, egotistical throat. I even had a fantasy of a three way with them - with me dominating the guy, whose aggression would have terrified me a week earlier. Since I had taken boxing lessons from the time I was 11 until I was 16, and I was bigger than the guy, I have no idea why I was so fucking TIMID.

One of my first sexual partners (one of the two men I discovered sex with at the glory hoes I found by accident, and was able to recognize by certain identifying physical characteristics) was Sam, another Vietnam vet, a married Texan who taught me the word "bisexual" He had a baby son, and his wife was expecting another kid. He was the second man I had sex with in a bed; but we also had lots of fun having sex in all sorts of other places, including a storage room in the locker room. That happened right after the hot fencing teacher had invited me to join the team the next quarter. I was about to officially become a "jock" myself.

Sam had suggested that we celebrate my elevation to "jock" status, even if it would not happen until the next quarter, by going to a public toilet in a park near his apartment that he told me "is really hopping with townies just before they go to work, and when they're on their way home." We had agreed to meet at my car at the north gate at 4:30, and now I was waiting for him.

I had just gone to the college book store and bought a small appointment book - I had been making so many dates with men AND women that I wanted to make sure that I didn't fuck up and "double book". I had tricked a closeted member of the swim team that my gay roommate Matt belonged to go on a date with me which we both knew meant more intimate sex than through a hole in a toilet wall. Then a hot middle aged security guard who exuded authority and had reluctantly let me fuck him instead of the other way around had asked ME out when he found that I was saving my ass cherry for "the right guy". He wanted both the chance to convince me he was that guy, and a chance to learn to be less rigid sexually and personally - a job I was happy to assist him with, since I found him almost irresistible. A hot, muscular business man who I had had sex with twice in a toilet stall while I smoked cigarettes (his fetish, along with cigars) had given me his card after our second session and asked me to call him so I could come to his house for dinner and to spend the night. Oh, and did I forget to mention that I was now DATING my English teacher, and falling in love with him?

I had changed clothes to something sexy before I went to meet Sam, and left a note for Matt to ask him to be scarce the next night. Although he and his fellow swim team member Nick had both expressed an interest in meeting each other in theory, I did not want it to happen when Nick and I got to our room to fuck. If we did that instead of doing it in the back of my big old car. After years of sex with girls in the car, I was developing a preference for sex in a bed, facing my male partner with the lights on, so I could watch his face as he felt my big cock enter his ass to pound into it and the glow as his orgasm approached.

Sam came sauntering along in his cowboy boots and cowboy hat. He was a genuine Texas cowboy going to college on his veteran's benefits, who had gotten married to his pregnant girlfriend and found that he liked being a father. She was aware of his sexual adventures with men, and since she was not sexually demanding, didn't mind them. But she had warned him in all seriousness that if she ever caught him with another women, she would shoot his dick off with a shotgun. Sam insisted that she's an expert shot and that he believed that she meant it. So he sticks to fucking around with guys - a lot of guys, since Sam is as randy as a 16 year old!

I started the car, and he commented on the fact that although the old heap looked like hell on the outside, he could tell that it was in perfect condition inside. We discovered a common love of old cars, and I told him how my elderly father and I had been restoring the car when he died when I was 17, and I had not had the heart to finish the job alone.

"Well, you ain't alone now, son. You got a buddy who loves these old cars as much as you and your old man. My brothers, daddy and me used to restore cars and sell them. When we ain't busy fucking, we can start working on this beauty. It would be a great tribute to your dad. I have a fuck buddy, a fellow Texan, who owns a body shop, and would give us space to work, and the equipment, in return for a couple of stiff dicks in his hot ass. So if you can afford the parts..."

"I have a generous allowance, and have been saving my money for years. Let's do it, buddy! I hate when people sneer at my Baby."

Sam gave me directions. I told him about the new episode with Tom and Terry in class, and how Tom had almost attacked me when the teacher walked in. "After how he acted in class today, I'm sure that I will soon have to have a fistfight with that arrogant but fuckable Tom over Terry, and I tell you, Sam, I'm actually looking forward to it now that Terry tells me that he has a glass jaw. I'm going to play with him and make him suffer, and make him my bitch! Then I`ll teach him some fucking manners, and help Terry land him. After I do as I promised and teach him how to make love to a woman."

We passed a seedy bar, and he told me that there was a really active "back room" in the basement of that place at night. He then mentioned that his wife had gone back that afternoon to Texas for a few days to be with a sick relative. ""My first class tomorrow ain't until noon, so I ain't in no rush tonight. We can sleep at my place, or in your bed, now that your roommate and you have settled things, I'd like to meet him - and maybe screw him. I like a man who can take it rough - and dish it out rough too."

I laughed. "Sam, you are the horniest man in the world!"

"Not true. You have to meet my two younger twin brothers. I don't think those two have stopped humping since they got their first hard ons on the same day at the age of 11. They prefer guys, but each have 3 bastards. And they're only about a year older than you."

"Those the ones who had to admit paternity because of the birthmark?"

"No, that was one of my older brothers."

"How many are there in your family?"

"Daddy is as horny a bastard as we are, and never quite learned how to use a rubber right. He has 7 boys and a girl with Mamma, and there are at least three guys I know in town with arrow birthmarks on their dicks. Since no other male kin live nearby, Daddy confessed when I pushed him in a corner that those were his kids - and two girls: all with different MARRIED women. Those are the ones he will ADMIT to!"

I laughed as we pulled into the parking lot of a run down park. The trees and bushes needed a good pruning, and the playground was a wreck. But I still had trouble finding a parking space, and all of the pedestrian traffic was male. They all went past a fairly modern brick "rest station" next to the parking lot, and went down an almost invisible path among the trees.

As we joined them, Sam said "Late at night in good weather, there's lots of hot action in the bushes. Regular orgies under the stars. It's too cold for that action now."

"Sam, what's a backroom? You said the bar had one."

He grinned. "You know the kind of action that goes on in the toilet late at night in the open?" I nodded. "A back room is a place where sex goes on - without the pretense of toilets. They often are storerooms - this one is - and are usually poorly lit, but with some splashes of bright light so you can see dicks and asses."

I saw a familiar figure in front of us - or at least, I was pretty sure it was. "Holy fucking shit! I think that's Tom, the jealous jock I was telling you about, Sam. What the fuck is he doing here?"

"The same thing we are. You can get some dirt on him now. Maybe even come to an understanding with him. Are you sure you can take him in a fist fight?"

"Yes. I told you, his girlfriend told me exactly where to find his glass jaw. Remember that I took boxing lessons for 5 years, and was pretty good. Used to box against older guys, and win - a lot of the times."

"This may be your best chance to get things out in the open with him. In a more private setting than at school. Beat the crap out of him after having sex with him, then have a serious talk with him to help HIM get what HE wants, since it's what this broad want's too, right?"

I grinned. "To be honest, fighting always gets me hot. So it`s a good plan if things work out."

"And I got your back, buddy."

We turned the corner of the trail, and came upon a ramshackle old wooden building, which looked like it was over 100 years old. It was a Victorian Men's Toilet. "There is a Women's Pavilion down totally a different path, which is used now for an education center. This one is a landmark, so it's kept up, but I suspect some queers in the Park Department make sure it gets extra attention, since it is always clean, and in good repair. And if any work is going to be done, signs appear 2 weeks before."

There was a bright light over the entrance, and I could tell for sure that it was Tom going into the building "It's that arrogant asshole alright. This is going to be great. He's wearing those red sweatpants - shouldn't be hard to find."

We waited a few minutes, allowing a few men to go in, and then went in ourselves. After a dogleg wall that protected the room from outside gaze, there were a row of sinks, followed by a long old fashioned urinal along the rest of one wall. There was a long bench on the narrow wall in the back. The toilet stalls were tall, and went to the floor, and made of stone, with ornate doors of a nice wood which left about a foot open at the bottom. There had to have been 30 stalls, since they made a turn and went along the short wall that cut off the outside view.

The lighting was subdued, but clear. A wide variety of men, from mid-teens to old age, were in the room, but I didn't see Tom at first. Then I saw movement under stall door - red sweatpants. Sam pointed it out to me at the same time, just as men were just leaving the stall on both sides. Sam and I moved quickly. We now had that asshole Tom trapped between us. I had on my leather jacket unzipped, and no shirt. I was wearing a baseball cap I did not usually wear, and pulled the bill down over my eyes. I rubbed my crotch, then dropped my pants when I saw Tom`s eye watching me. He disappeared, then returned to me. I later found out that Sam had found a big dick dangling from the glory hole and was sucking it when Tom peeked. The walls between the stone stalls were of a thin stone, and the holes were not particularly large - no getting your balls though them. But bigger than the fattest dick I ever saw.

I stood near the hole and slowly jerked on my cock as it got hard. Tom's finger wiggled through, and I feed him my dick. Then I pulled out, so his lips had to press against the hole, and I saw his lips and that thin mustache. His tongue licked his lips, and wiggled his tongue at me. I decided to play my tough guy role. I lowered my voice.

"You want this hot dick, cocksucker?"

"Oh, yeah - it tastes good, sir."

Sir? Was the oh so tough jock a bottom? "Then beg for a REAL man's cock, scumbag!"

"Please, sir, let me suck the cum out of your beautiful cock, then fuck my boy-cunt with it! Please, SIR!"

"Let me see your pussy, cunt-boy!" I ordered.

He turned around. At first his cheek was in the hole - and a small birthmark like the letter J was revealed before he got his hairy hole aligned right. I shoved a wet finger in it, and he groaned "Thank you, sir. I can't wait for your cock in me, Sir."

I grunted. "Suck my dick, cocksucker." I thrust into his eager throat - and he didn't gag when I went straight in. I decided on a new plan. I just hoped that Sam didn't take all night in his stall. I fucked his face, and Tom moaned in pleasure. He gurgled. He was a noisy cocksucker. A few minutes later, a heard the "a shave and a haircut" knock on my door, and figured it was Sam. I opened it up, and I was right. He came in to the large stall, a drool of cum dripping down his chin. He locked it with a grin.

He put his arm around my shoulder, and I whispered my plan to him. He grinned, then stood to watch me fuck that eager throat. When I got close, he kissed me, but I pushed him a way. My tough guy voice muttered. "Gonna feed you a load of REAL man's cum, cocksucker. You better drink all of my baby makers, scum bag!" Sam, who had never seen me do that routine, looked impressed. Tom was moaning in excitement "And you better not be jerking off, asswipe!"

Gritting my teeth to make sure I was silent, I dumped a load in his throat, only allowing him a taste of the last two shots. He gagged and choked, but I was pretty sure he was swallowing every drop.

"Will you fuck my ass, soon, Sir?"

"How would you like to go home with TWO real men and be their cum dump for a few hours, cocksucker.? We could take turns fucking that pretty cunt of yours. The one with the hot little birthmark next to it. Makes you look like a REAL man branded you as his property."

I nodded to Sam, who slid his dick through the hole for a second, then withdrew it as lips wrapped around it. He whispered "Fuck, he's good!"

"Yes, please, Sirs."

"Wait in here for a minute, then go to the parking lot. Look for a stud in a leather jacket and a baseball cap, and a cowboy. That's us."

"Yes, Sir."

We left real quickly. I lit a cigarette to calm down as we walked down the path to the parking lot. "What an asshole! Literally - it's beautiful! And wait until he sees who's waiting to fuck him silly!"

I found a lamppost with a burned out light to lean against, and lit a fresh cigarette just as I saw the red sweatpants through the bushes. Sam stood next to me, his legs spread, slightly behind me as if subservient.

Tom rushed dup. "I'm here, Sir.. What the fuck??"

"Surprise, Tom. It seems we have a lot more in common than in interest in fucking Terry. Admittedly, you've been doing it for years, but I may be the one who does it for a lifetime. I`m sure she knows about that birthmark."

He stood there with his hands clinched in fists. I threw down my cigarette, and moved closer, growling: "Sam, is there a more private place where this asshole and I can settle this like men? Because until we do, we're going to be at war all the time."

Sam led us up a path to a wide clearing which was empty. "In the summer, there would be dozens of men fucking and sucking. Too cold now." he said.

I tossed my jacket at him. "Hold this for me, will you, Sam. Want Sam to hold your jacket, Tommy-boy?"

Tom's face got beet red, but he was wearing his letter jacket, so he tossed it to Sam, too. He turned to find me standing with my arms to my side, hands in fists, within punching range for him. "I figure a shrimp like you needs a little extra help. Go ahead, take a free shot."

I had gambled correctly - he went for my gut, and I had tightened the muscles, so I barely reacted. While he was close in, MY fist rammed into HIS gut, and he almost doubled. His one shot told me that he was not a strong fighter, so I decided to prolong the fight, to prolong his humiliation.

Tom tried his best. He managed to get one good shot in to my left cheek that made it bleed a little. But I had his nose bleeding; his right eye swelling shut, and he was breathing like an old man with asthma. We had not agreed on the terms of the fight, but I assumed that like me, he wanted it to be a knockout. I had let him get a few hits to my chin, and laughed after them. I decided to end it, and got three quick, hard jabs to just the spot Terry had told me about. His eyes crossed, and he was out like a light.

I sat across his chest, his arms pinned to his body. When he came to in a few minutes, I was grinning at him. "You got it out of your system, Tom? Ready to talk like a human being. Because I can tell you three things. Terry already made it clear that since our date is on my birthday, she intends to sample my sexual skills which Nancy keeps boasting about as MY birthday gift. If I want her, I can easily make her one of my girls - but I am NOT a pig. I realize that you actually love the girl. I also know WHY she treats you like shit, and if you decide to be my friend instead of acting like a rabid bulldog, I will not only tell you what she wants, I will teach you how to drive her so nuts in bed, she'll accept a diamond ring from you in no time flat. For some strange reason, it seems that Terry is in love with you too - but not ready to settle down yet."

He stared at me in shock. "How do...?"

"I've been dating and fucking her roommate and best friend Nancy for almost a year, and Terry and I had a long talk this afternoon before you came along and almost started this fight we just had in class. Think how humiliating THAT would have been. When I realized that you were headed to the same place Sam and I were headed for the same reason, I decided that a private fight was a much better idea. I studied boxing for five years, so I was almost positive you were going to get the shit knocked out of you. I was actually toying with you - I could have knocked you out in under three minutes, and if you don't believe it, I'll be happy to do a rematch. Believe it or not, Tom, I like you. Actually, I've wanted to fuck you for a the last few days. The problem was you act like an asshole, which is one of the things that drives Terry nuts."

Sam said. "Why don't the three of us go have a drink, and you two can settle your differences like gentlemen? Then we can either take turns on what I understand is a hot ass in the backroom of the bar, or at my apartment, since my wife is out of town."

Tom grinned. "Are you talking about the Rusty Spike? I've heard about that place, but always heard it was sort of rough, and not to go alone."

"It's just weekends when you can get your head busted if you're alone. But you got two buddies to watch your back; one just beat the crap out of you, and the other served in `Nam. So let's head there."

Tom grinned at us. "I have a better idea. Fighting always makes me horny as hell, and you two DID promise to fuck the hell out of me. Why wait? It's a mild evening, and we don't have to strip. I'm wearing sweatpants and a jock, so I just have to lower the top of the pants to let you get to my butt. With our jackets on and the exercise from the sex, we should be plenty warm, since neither of you are wearing underwear, so you just have to unzip to fuck me. And I got a tube of lube in my jacket. I've... hell, I've always wanted to get screwed out here, but never had the balls to come out here when there were a lot of men here."

Sam and I grinned. We put on our jackets, then lead the eager Tom to a darker area masked by some bushes. He hugged a tree after dropping the top of his sweatpants to reveal his beautiful bubble butt. He handed the tube of lube to me, and said "I don't like it gentle, buddy. I like to be treated like a fucking MAN!"

I put the minimum amount of lube on my cock, and a little on his ass lips, and lined my dick head up with the hole. I slapped a cheek as I rammed half my cock in, and he gasped. "More!" he managed to gasp out. I had to admire the guy. I rammed balls deep into him, and he whimpered a bit, then moaned. I stood still for a few seconds until I felt his ass muscles start to contract, and then let loose with a hard, even fuck.

I had come not long before, but was horny as if I had been celibate for years. I whispered into his ear "Fighting always makes me horny as hell. This is the first time I'm able to do anything about it!" We both chuckled, until I rammed in at a different angle which made the shorter guy gasp. I may have been new at ass fucking, but I had learned some tricks, and I was making his ass feel my dick. He fucking LOVED it. He actually HOWLED!

Knowing how he loved to be treated from our session at the glory hole, I decided to casual about the fuck, while still pile driving him as hard and rough as I could. I looked over at Sam. "What the fuck happened to you and your `master plan'? I could hear you gobbling and slobbering on cock as soon as you got in that stall all the way over where I was."

He gave me his slow, shit eating, sex knowledgeable grin that always turned me on, and I realized that now that we were sex buddies, it had less of an erotic effect on me. I also realized that although I still loved his Texas drawl, it no longer made my balls all bloated. "Buddy, I couldn't help myself. Hanging there was one of the most beautiful cocks I had ever seen in my life. Besides, the main idea was for you to get the cocksucker here - I was the backup. I had every confidence in your ability to get your boy with your big dick as bait."

Tom grunted at that, and moaned out. "How beautiful was it? Did I go in the wrong stall?"

I slapped his ass twice. "You went into the stall you were meant to go into. The one where you ended up falling on your knees to worship the tough, hairy guy in the leather jacket with the big dick who then beat the living shit out of your ass. So shut the fuck up, and take my fat dick in your ass like a fucking MAN, buddy!" He laughed at that, but his ass spasmed when I gave him three more hard slaps on his ass cheeks. "So, Sam, tell us about this amazing dick that you just had to have."

"Kid, you'll get an idea of the size of it when I tell you that I kept gagging on the fucking monster! I ain`t gagged on a cock since boot camp. But it was also the most PRETTY dick I ever saw - not just long and fat, but all covered with blue thick veins on skin so pale it looked like it was carved from fucking marble. It was as stiff as a rock, too. I would have loved to have found the man attached to it and made a date with him. My ass was dripping for it, but I knew there was no way I could get that thing in my admittedly very experienced ass without sitting on it first."

Tom moaned at the erotic details of Sam's story, and his ass muscles twitched. "Seems like you got this motherfucker as hot for a ride on that marble dong as you are."

I slapped him again, and he muttered: "If you don't want me shooting a fucking load right now, stop that! I never knew that I loved that shit!"

I leaned over and whispered: "The first time we're alone, why don't we try my spanking you first until you beg me to stop and THEN fuck the shit out of you." He groaned.

"Thanks for letting me know you want to keep seeing me, Ike. The answer to your question is: hell, fuck, YES SIR!"

Sam continued. "The only disappointment was that the man had been worked on by someone before I got there; the dick was covered with spit, and I saw a small pool of vomit. The previous cock sucker had just had too much and had to give up, but he had that gorgeous hunk of man meat primed, and the stud came in much too short a time. Without any warning, either. One second I was sucking just the head and five or six inches of what had to be a 14 inch cock that barely made it through the hole, and the next second he was feeding me a massive load of the sweetest cum I ever tasted. I was on my knees beating my meat, and by time I got up, closed my pants and got the door open, all I saw was a well built guy who looked about my height turning the corner at the wall. I couldn't catch any details, except for one. He's a fucking cop. Boys. I could easily fall in love with that cop's dick." We both laughed. "I'm serious. I'm on a quest now to find him. I live near here, and I'm going to be here more often looking for a cop my size. I hope he shows off his treasure at the urinal - I'll propose a more private session to him right then, telling him that I had already enjoyed him orally, and now wanted him up my ass."

I fucked Tom hard for a good 20 minutes before I felt my balls boiling. I decided that after what we had gone through, we didn't need the tough guy routine. "I'm gonna fill your ass soon, buddy!" I gasped out.

"That fat prong banging my magic button is all I need, buddy. I'm almost there myself!" I began to feel that wonderful set of ass spasms announcing an orgasm. I realized that Sam had gotten down, pulled down the front of Tom`s sweats and jock, and had his mouth gently around Tom's dick now, and as I rammed in deep and unloaded into my new buddy's ass, he fed a load to Sam.

He didn't move from the tree. "Sam - I've been waiting for months for that dick in my ass. I recognize that birthmark from the glory holes down in the basement t-room, and I must have sucked two dozen massive loads out of you. I've screwed you quite a few times after, too. So now's your chance to really screw me hard."

Sam chuckled. "I do love sloppy seconds. The feel of the other man's hot load around my dick while I'm fucking is so damned exciting. If I'm in a group setting, I try to get in that position on purpose." He rammed into Tom viciously, causing the short guy to gasp, then moan in happiness. Tom was soft when Sam entered him, but within a dozen strokes, he was hard as a rock. I considered sucking him, but decided to leave that for another time. Tonight I had established my dominance over him, and to suck him now would ruin it. At least until we got to the back room! Instead, I pulled his jock and the front of his sweats back up before he froze his balls off. He smiled his thanks to me.

Instead, I reached under his shirt and began to twist his nipples, which made him wild with passion. Sam said "Fuck, he likes that. His ass is going wild!"

I asked him, "Tom, are you into rough sex?"

"What's that?"

Sam and I grinned at each other. "Never mind. There's plenty of time for you to learn, my new buddy. Given how you reacted to my rough talk, my slapping your ass and offer of a spanking, and that tit torture, I'd say you are a natural."

"Yeah, I love it when a blue collar guy curses at me, and calls me names. And I loved those few slaps on my ass." Sam immediately accommodated him, which caused Tom to howl. To my surprise, Sam began to start the curses I knew were the beginning of his orgasm. When Tom realized he was about to get another load, he ground his ass back into Sam, and gleefully accepted the load.

Still hard, he leaned against the tree, pulled down his jock pouch and began to pound his meat, until Sam reminded him that we were on our way to The Rusty Spike. "Save that for some lucky punk's ass. You earned a good hard fuck of a tight ass." Tom grinned, and waited for his hard on to slowly deflate. The cold air helped.

As we walked to the car, my arm over the short jock's shoulder, I explained to him some of the complaints Terry had about his behavior. He stopped. "You know, she's been saying that to me for years, but it took your fists to get me to believe it. My dad is a bit of an Neanderthal; hell, let me be honest, he can be a first class asshole at times, although at other times he can be a good buddy to me. He told me she was saying it to tease me to get me to marry her. I`ve been trying to tell him since I was 17 that I'd marry her tomorrow, even if he disinherited me over it, but he insists it's my dick talking. Hell, I'd even give up guys for her, but first I'm going to tell her the truth about me, and see if it bothers her. As far as tonight - you and I met in a park, had a private fight with just Sam here watching, and you beat some sense into me, and we became buddies over it. I'll talk about my bisexuality some other time. but BEFORE I ask her to marry me - again. For about the hundredth time - literally."

I continued: "About her reasons why she keeps saying no: other than your assumption that you are her boyfriend when she tells you that you are not, and your jealousy (which I suspect she really likes), her other complaint is that you are a typical "wham-bam-thank-you-ma'm" sort of guy - you have absolutely no sexual technique. My late father taught me early that it was a gentleman's responsibility to pleasure his sex partner, even a whore. She DID actually ask me if I could teach you to be a better lover if we ever got over being like dogs fighting over a bone. Get this through your thick skull, or I'll have to beat the shit out of you in public: you have to stop being jealous until you have the right to be, which will be on the day she accepts your engagement ring. She did tell me that she intends to sow her wild oats just like us guys before that day, but be faithful to you once she accepts that ring. She just doesn't understand why you never date other girls. Now I understand why. You don't need pussy when you have dick, ass and a stud's hot mouth."

"Actually, I have already a date for the same party you're going to. Terry can see us as buddies, and me not jealous - and making out with another girl. The girl who asked me out made it as clear to ME as Terry made it to YOU that she want sex that night! In fact, that's the only reason she asked me out - to fuck her. Maybe we could all do it in your big car!"

"That would be pushing it, buddy. But the rest is brilliant!"

"Huh?"

"Terry has never seen you with another girl since you set your focus on her. If she thought she was in danger of losing your love..."

He laughed. "I happen to know that this girl is engaged to a guy in the service, and they have an `agreement' while he's away, but she has never told anyone about the engagement and wears a ring that doesn't look like an engagement ring that's been in his family for 200 years. The only one at school she has told is me, since I'll be the first guy she's going to go to bed with since he got sent to Germany. That's why she asked me out. I look just like him, and after 8 months, she's horny enough to squat on a fire hydrant!" We all laughed at the image.

"But TERRY doesn't know that! And you can ask your date to keep her engagement a secret even longer..."

"She's kept it a secrete so that she could get laid without guys feeling that their fucking a soldier's girl while he's on active duty, which most guys feel is a shitty thing to do. But I'll make sure she doesn't try to reassure Terry with the truth; I'll let her in on the plot, so to speak."

We were now in the car, following Sam's directions to the Rusty Spike. We were in a seedy area of town, but very close to the college. We parked, and walked to the bar, which didn't even have a sign - just a rusty spike on a door of a building that didn't even have a big window like a regular bar. This wasn't the place he pointed out before that had an active back room; this small town had a lot of opportunities for men to have sex with each other in secret. We entered, and the all male atmosphere - testosterone mixed with dried cum and stale beer, made me feel at home at once. I looked at Tom and he grinned. He felt the same way. We got a table as Sam went to get a pitcher of beer, and we settled down to watch the men in the bar, and see the mixture of studs who went down the stairs.

I felt like Tom and I may have found a "home", and wondered if my roommate knew about this place. I decided to bring him here real soon, as well as a few of our more `masculine' buddies. And I knew that I would be back to that Victorian Toilet often, since I like variety, and had seen only one familiar face there.

But then, that is another story.