THE GLORY HOLE SAGAS Chapter Eleven
My First Visit to The Rusty Spike
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CHAPTER 11
The Rusty Spike is in a seedy area of town very close to the college. You have to know about the place to find it. It doesn'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. When we entered the all male atmosphere - testosterone mixed with dried cum and stale beer, made Tom and me feel at home at once. The Sam, Tom and me of us settled down to a table with a pitcher of beer, and began to check out the men in the bar, and who went down the stairs to the back room. Most of the men looked blue collar and tough, but Tom was not the only guy in a college athletic letter jacket. I commented on how I was looking forward to getting my own jacket the next quarter when I joined the fencing team, and Sam and I told Tom about the erotic possibilities of the fencing teacher and coach. Tom was jealous. The track coach was close to retirement age, and his assistant was somewhat effeminate, which turned Tom off.
Tom said that he had to shit out our two loads of cum from his ass, as well drain the three beers he had had to build up the nerve to go to the off campus T-room. Sam pointed to the toilet in the rear. When Tom was gone about five minutes, I asked Sam; "Are there glory holes in there?"
"There weren't last month when I was here. With all the fucking action downstairs - which includes some mock glory holes - there's no need. But you're right - Tom IS gone an awfully long time for a shit and a piss.'
Five more minutes passed, and Tom returned, grinning, followed by a construction worker about 35, a handsome blonde who needed a shave, complete with hard hat and a sheepish grin. He walked the walk of a well fucked man.
Tom introduced us. "This is Mel. We were standing at the urinals, and he was drooling over my dick, and I got hard. He asked me how my face got so fucked up, and I told him that my buddy and I had a fight over a girl, and that the fight made me horny as hell. He asked me if I wanted a hot hole to ram that beauty into, and I commented that there were no broads in the place. He offered his ass, and we went into a shitter, and.."
"And this stud gave me the best fuck I've had in months. Then he sat down to take a crap. I looked and started to laugh as I saw the amount of cum that was pouring out of his ass."
I said. "He really does have a girlfriend, Mel, although I'm going to be fucking her before he does next. Part of a deal to get me to help him to get her to marry him. I`m the one who did that to his face." I had noticed that Mel wore a wedding ring, and that he was looking at Sam's wedding ring. "The two of us fed his ass those loads, after our fight."
"I figured you were the buddy, from the shiner you're developing, Ike. Gonna be a beauty tomorrow, but Tom will look like shit for a few days."
"I'll stick close to the little asshole so that folks will know it was a friendly disagreement between former enemies who are now good buddies. The little shit's sort of growing on me, now that I fed him one load in his mouth and another in his ass, and he stopped acting like he owned this woman. I could easily steal her from him if I really wanted her, which he realizes I could do, but won't do. Actually, the poor girl actually thinks this scumbag is worth marrying, if he can learn to be a good lover, and my job is to teach him that. The fact that I get to screw him regularly as his buddy is just the icing on the cake. By the way, Tom, did I mention that my roommate is gay, so we can screw in my room in the Upper Class dorms whenever we want, although you seem to get a hardon only in toilets.
Tom blushed. "Ive never actually had sex in a bed with a man. Im looking forward to it, and if your roommate is hot, hell, he can join in, too."
Sam laughed. "I have designs on his room mate first, although we haven't met. Any man who loves his sex as rough as I do is a man I want to get to bed."
Mel looked intrigued. "I've never tried anything but fucking and sucking - both ways. But when a stud starts calling me names, I can cum without touching myself, and I do love a few swats on my ass while getting fucked, as Tom can tell you." Sam and Mel stared at each other. "My wife knows about my sex with guys. As a good Catholic, she refuses to let me use scumbags, so our real sex life is restricted to just before and after she's had her period, since she decided 5 kids are enough, and I agree. She'd kill me if I touched another woman, but she doesn't care what I do with men, as long as when it's her time, I have energy for her. In between, if she's in the mood, she lets me know that she would like me to come straight home from work. That means my fingers and tongue, and a dildo until she cums, and then I can go out and play. She tried giving me blowjobs a few times, and even tried taking it up the ass twice, but hated it. Her mother told her to get me to have sex with guys, or lose me to another woman. So I have a place, Sam. Our garage has a room above it with a toilet, and the entrance is from a side street. Hell, my wife don't care if I bring the guy in to spend the night on the sofa; she'll feed him breakfast in gratitude for draining my balls."
I laughed. "Sounds like Sam's wife. Hey, they should talk to Terry after you tell her you're bisexual, Tom. They can convince her that you need both things."
He gave me a crooked grin. "Problem is that Terry LOVES sex, and has been on the Pill since she was 15, although when she has sex with guys she is not too sure about being clean, she'll make them wear a rubber, to avoid VD. But she also wants to be the wife of the richest young man in town, coming from a really poor family, and may be willing to compromise for that reason."
"She did mention that detail to me." I admitted. "The money, I mean. Hey - maybe SHE swings both ways! Wouldn't that be a gas!" We all laughed, but Tom looked thoughtful.
Mel had bought a second pitcher of beer, and another mug. Since I was driving, I restricted myself to the mug of one beer, although if we were there long enough to stop feeling it, I might have another. Sam and I were eager to go downstairs, but we were reluctant to abandon Mel and Tom, who had just cum.
Mel and Sam discussed a date the next night, since Sam's wife and kid would still be in Texas. They huddled close and whispered about what Sam would do to Mel, and Mel would do to Sam, and I could see that Mel was getting turned on. Tom was 20. Just watching the two older studs huddled and planning to maul each other's bodies was getting him hot as we drank our beers. He whispered to me "If I'm a good little boy, do you think the two of them will let me come over and just watch?"
"I think they'd prefer for you to be a BAD little boy, and spend time doing those things to you, too."
He groaned, which caught the attention of the two older men. The beer was gone. Sam grinned. "Looks like our horny young buddies are ready to hit the back room, Mel. Shall we introduce them to Hell?"
Mel grinned. "Hey, it's a weeknight. It's only really bad on weekends, and then what you have to worry about is the brawls that start up here. Although a guy who's alone might get more action than he came here for. I got fucked for the first time when I came here alone for the first time on a Saturday, and three guys held me down and took turns on my ass. I hated the first two minutes, but loved the next three hours as one man after another took me, although I was no longer held down." I must have had a terrified look on my face. "What's wrong, kid? You look scared as shit, and you look like a stud who can defend himself."
I explained my virginity, and my decisions about it to him. He happened to agree with Jeff. "Although I enjoyed the rape of my ass in the end, I would have preferred having my first dick in the ass from a special guy. Stick to your guns - and we'll guard you ass for you. That kind of action is very rare on weeknights, so just don't come alone on a weekend. At least until your cherry is popped." I laughed at that. I sort of like the idea of getting gang raped once Jeff... hell, why did I assume it would be Jeff? Am I crazy, picking a man with a foot long dick to deflower me, when I had so many other men volunteering for the job? In fact, Mel was one of the first men NOT to ask for a chance!
Sam and Mel lead the way, their arms over each others shoulders. I said to Tom. "Look at those two stud asses. You know, I wouldn't mind watching them go at it, either." And we laughed as we began to go through a doorway. Over it was carved "Welcome to Hell!"
I admit that scared me a little. The stairs were dimly lit by red bulbs. Sometime in the past, someone had hung old Halloween decorations on the ceiling and walls - paper ghost, witches, devils and goblins, but they were very faded, and hard to see I the dim light. which just made them more spooky, in my eyes. Tom muttered: "How hokey." but he sounded as nervous as me.
Then something occurred to me. Our college banned frats, but I had heard about them from hometown buddies who belonged to them in other schools. "Tom, I think this is like a frat hazing. We're supposed to get nervous so we're easy prey to the men down there." He chuckled.
The stairs ended at a wall, and we had to turn into a small room which was just as dark, also with red lights. There was a small bar that served just cans of beer, and there were some small tubes of sexual lube in a bowl, along with handy-wipes. Tom and I followed the older men's examples and grabbed a tube each. I noticed that they were partially used. I put it in my back pocket.
Across the room was a checkroom. Mel explained that you could check as much as you wanted - your jacket, or all of your clothes except your shoes. Tom and I checked our jackets, and on second thought, we also checked our shirts, since we were both well built. With a chuckle, Sam did the same, while Mel checked his jacket, shirt and pants - leaving his hard hat and tool belt over his grungy jockstrap. He sat on a bench to pull his boots back on. "Hey, I'm here for serious action tonight. Tom was great - but he got an itch going in my ass which needs a dozen more dicks before I leave, and this is the best way to guarantee that I not only get fucked, but get treated with respect as a MAN. No one is gonna mistake me for some fairy who's here to be treated like a faggot." Then he lit a cigar he had in his tool belt, and grinned.
The next opening lead into a totally dark corridor just wide enough for me to touch both walls. It was crowded with men who touched our bodies, groping us and twitching my nipples nice and hard. In turn, I touched back. I found one muscle man wearing an unusual cologne, a man who really loved to have his nipples pulled. We spent quite a few minutes trading nipple torture as he groaned. From his orgasmic moans, I realized that I either made him cum from that, or someone was on his knees servicing him, since both his hands were on my chest. I put a hand down - there was no one there, and I touched the wet crotch of his jeans. He whispered "Thanks", but didn't move. Much later, as I left, he was still there, and I made him cum again the same way.
Further along the corridor, dim lights showed doorways that lead to a variety of rooms. When we got to the first, we realized that Mel was not with us. Then we heard him moan, "Fuck, yeah. Fuck this man's ass hard," followed by a few slaps, and we knew he had met a playmate in the corridor. Sam chuckled.
The three of us entered the first room. Here were the "mock" glory holes that Sam had mentioned. There was a maze of walls with holes at a variety of heights. Most of the holes were pretty big. Some were squares large enough to get a man's head through. Some of the walls were chest high, so you could see who was standing there with his dick hanging through, but not see who had a finger or tongue hanging out. Others were all the way to the ceiling. Some of the holes had wooden boxes next to them, so dedicated cocksuckers could sit there for hours. There were even some cubicles that cocksuckers could lock themselves into.
When we first entered, a muscular man about my age, wearing a jock strap, a leather cap and a leather arm band was grinding his hairless ass against a hole, and sniffing poppers. He had titclamps hanging from his chest with a chain attached, and most men who walked by gave them a yank, getting a gasped "Thank you, Sir." from him.
When we got up close, I gave a yank, and as he looked at me to thank me, I realized he was Harvey, a senior who lived on my floor, and rode a motorcycle. He winked at me, and I grabbed his head and forced my tongue in his mouth as I twisted the chain some more and he groaned. The fucker behind him gave a shout "Whatever you're doing to him, keep it up. I never fucked such a tight ass!" I obliged as Sam and Tom watched, and a few seconds later, the invisible fucker gave a yell of orgasm. "Best fucking cum I've had all year!", he shouted. "Thanks, whoever was working the fucker over." I gave the guy a light slap on the face, and whispered. "My roommate Matt is the one who is REALLY into the rough stuff. Go introduce yourself, scumbag."
"Yes, master." He muttered. He stiffened. Another dick had entered him, and must have been bigger than the previous one. He took a hit of the poppers. And muttered. "Never had such a big cock in my ass. Wish I know who it was. Feels great! So, Matt the veteran is gay and into rough sex, huh? Ive been hot for his tight swimmers body for a couple of years. So yeah, I'm gonna do like you said, master."
I slapped his face again with a laugh and walked out of the room. I crossed the hall to a room full of cartons of various sizes. There was dim light, but some small spotlights accented areas. There was a platform where a man was getting it from both ends with a great deal of vigor by two massive men who looked like twins. I got up close, and was POSITIVE they were - and noticed that they were hung pretty magnificently, too. The guy in the middle was fairly small, and his small dick was dripping precum unto a rubber. The guy fucking him roared, and rammed in tight, and the little guy shot a load into the rubber. The big guy took it off of him and held it. After his twin shot a load into the short guy's mouth, they twisted the short man's arm behind his back, forced his mouth open, and poured his load into his mouth. I could tell this was a regular game with them; the small man was grinning as he licked the condom clean, as were the two giants, who then kissed the short guy, and escorted him out of the room.
I wandered around the room for awhile, watching and getting horny. I saw Mel bent over a big crate, and a man in shadow fucking him. I walked over, and the man and I stared at each other. It was my future fencing coach, Mr. Brenner. Sam and I had speculated about his sexuality. He stopped screwing Mel, looking like a deer caught in headlights. I winked at him and said. "Hey, Mel, looks like you're getting a good fucking there. He looks like an athlete." I shocked the man by walking over, and kissing him as I pulled a nipple on his bare, hairy chest. Then I whispered in his ear. "Go back to screwing my buddy, sir. We're both here for the same reason, so stop being worried. There are at least two other students here, one of them Sam from the class. By the way, Sam and I both think you're fucking hot. But you never have to mention this again if you don't want to. I won't, and I`ll keep Sam out of here if you want me to."
He went back to a really hard fuck that made Mel loose his breath. "No. you're right. But I though Sam was married with a kid or two?"
I licked his ear to tease him and whispered "Like the guy you're fucking, who I obviously know, he's bisexual." Mr. Brenner surprised me by putting out an arm and forcing my mouth to his nipple. I chewed on it, making him groan and curse.
He pulled my head up, and crushed my mouth with a kiss. "Should make away matches interesting, kid."
"I bet a hard fuck of your hot ass that there are at least two other guys in the team who fuck around with guys. In one week I found a track team member, and two swimmers." I looked at the door, and recognized the football player who had almost started a fight with me the other day. "And a member of the football team just walked in, stark naked. I think I owe him a rough fuck. See you later."
I walked up to him, and looked him in the eye. "So, you wanted to steal my girlfriend, huh?" I taunted as I pushed on his shoulder. "Why don't you prove that you're man enough?" He pushed back and we began to twist each other's nipples, then kissed hard. After a few minutes of torture, he knelt, and opened my pants. I fucked his throat, and he gagged a bit. When I dragged him to a crate and began to grease his ass, he made only mild protests. I slapped his ass." Shut the fuck up, you punk! I guess what you're man enough for is to BE my OTHER girlfriend, hot jock. And you are FUCKING hot. That is one hot ass-pussy you got there, stud." He grinned back at me over his shoulder as I teased his ass lips, then rammed back on my dick. My balls hit his as he roared like a bull. I started a hard fuck, and held his hands down on the crate to keep him from jerking off.
A few seconds later, one of the giant twins worked his way under us and began to suck him off. The other twin came over and kissed me, playing with my tits. It was too much for my football player. He gave another loud roar as I felt his ass spasm around my pounding dick, and the sucking giant gurgled happily as he sucked his cum. Then he got up, grabbed the jock's head, and forced the load into his mouth, while his brother slapped his ass over and over saying "Swallow it, asshole! Swallow your own fucking load!"
The arrogant jock whimpered as he obeyed. I pulled out and zipped up, and shouted in his ear, "Take care of these two big studs, punk. Make me proud of my new fucking GIRLFRIEND! Remember who owns your fucking jock ass-cunt now!"
I left him with the massive twins. One of them had already rammed his dick in his ass, and as the jock's cock grew, the other rolled a rubber on it, then rammed into his throat. The jock tried to fight them off - but it was useless. He was powerless against one of those men, let alone both of them. I heard him whimpering again.
I looked over, and Sam was kissing Mr. Brenner while slapping Mel's ass cheeks. Then he walked away. Tom, who didn't know Mr. Brenner, started to chew his nipples. Brenner soon had Tom eating his ass. A handsome man begged to eat the load I didn't shoot in "that naked muscle guy", and I gave it to him, placing us where the football jock could see us. I was loud in my compliments to a cocksucker who was actually only moderately good to further shame the football player. As I came I shouted that his mouth was better than my punk-boy's useless ass.
Tom began to fuck Mr. Brenner just as the fencing teacher rammed in and dumped into Mel. Mel got up, kissed him, and went off looking for more dick. He watched the jock getting done by the twins, and looked jealous, then joined Sam and me. When I went into the hall, I saw Harvey leaving the glory hole room. He saluted me with a smirk.
We walked into a third room. It was one giant wrestling mat. Some guys were fucking, while some were actually wrestling, or fighting. I saw a guy get another into a wrestling hold, and the guy tapped out. The winner, then started to fuck the loser's face, making him gag over and over. I saw one of the fighters looking at my face, which was in a splash of light, with interest, so I left the room. One fistfight was enough for one night.
The last room DID scare me, as it did Tom who had just joined us. It had the heavy duty S&M equipment, and I decided to leave that for another night. Mel and Sam, however, went in, and Tom and I went back to the glory hole maze and separated. I fucked another ass, and sucked four dicks, including the second largest one I had had to date - not as big as Jeff, but larger than the janitor. The man had staying power. I was almost ready to give up because my jaws were aching when he whimpered, and dumped a massive and sweet load in my mouth. Then he wiggled a finger, and gave me an excellent blow job. I wandered out, to find the other three at the door.
We made our way back through the gauntlet of the dark hallway. As I said, I found the muscle stud again by the smell of his cologne, and once more cause him to cum by working his tit. Although it was totally dark, he recognized my belt buckle, and thanked me for giving him the two best orgasms of the night. I grabbed his hand to try to get him to join us upstairs, but he said "No. I like the dark. My body is great, but my face is disfigured. You might think you would not mind, but I assure you, you would. I have plenty of action right here in the dark. Today it's my tits. Other nights I have my ass greased and open to all, or my not exactly small dick is hanging out of leather pants and I push men down to suck it, or back up on it. The glory hole maze's locked rooms are the only other place I go." Then he gave me a deep kiss, and I could feel how disfigured his lips were. I left, sad for him.
We collected our clothes from the checkroom outside the backroom. A handsome man in his 30's with a bit of a belly had followed me out, and politely stopped me. He took me aside. "I wanted to thank you for your kindness to my buddy back there; the muscle stud you wanted to connect with. We have been friends since childhood. He has been very self conscious since the accident. He is not as badly disfigured as he thinks he is. Just his lips are twisted out of shape, and there is some scar tissue on one cheek. He really is quite a stunning man when seen from the side. What makes him act this way is that he used to be an actor, and now no one will hire him except for an occasional radio show, or to do voices on cartoons. In the three years he has been coming here, you are the first guy to try to get to know him. I hope you come back, and keep up the effort. I'd like him to have a life again."
I said to him. "It sounds like you're in love with him."
He looked sad. "I am. But not the way you mean it. We tried being lovers years ago; it just didn't work out. You are young, so I'm not sure if you understand this distinction. I LOVE him, but I'm not IN LOVE with him."
I nodded. "I believe I do. I think that I am falling IN LOVE with a certain man, but I love my married cowboy buddy over there like the brother I never had. Not that I would ever let him know it; he's already got enough brothers; he's also already got a swelled head; and I prefer him as a fuck buddy. I noticed that your friend was wearing a rather unusual and strong cologne..."
"A former lover had quite a bit of it custom made for him. It IS distinctive, and he wears it whenever he goes out for sex. ONLY then. You are very observant, young man."
"I am not all that experienced with sex with other men, but the fact that I got him to shoot two massive loads just by working his nipples while he did mine really turned me on. So yes, I will continue to chase him. He recognized this belt buckle by touch, so I will always wear it here, so he knows it is me. I think this place is hot, and intend to bring some of my more masculine friends here."
The man kissed me on the cheek. "Bless you, buddy. Even if you don't get him out of the shadows, the fact that a handsome young man is chasing him will help his wounded ego." He laughed at the confused look on my face. "He got a good look at you when you stopped in the doorway to the glory hole room, and commented on how masculine and handsome you looked. With a great deal of regret. If you can't seduce him from the dark, no one can." He walked back into the dark hallway.
As we went upstairs, Tom found a piece of paper in his jacket pocket. The hot looking young muscle man who was checking clothes had put his name and phone number on a piece of paper, and "PLEASE call me, Sir!" Tom was drooling by the time we got to a table for a last beer upstairs at The Rusty Spike, the sleaziest and hottest place I had ever been to. I could not wait to return.
But that is another story.