"The Glory Hole Sagas" Chapter Three
Confronting Mr. Hamilton
I woke up early on Friday morning. It was raining cats and dogs, but to me it was a fucking beautiful day already. My usually grumpy roommate, Matt, did not have a swim meet that weekend, so he was whistling as he packed his bag for his big weekend in New York with his fiancé. By time I came back from my classes, I would have the room entirely to myself until Sunday night! Today was the day I was going to confront both Mr. Hamilton and Sam about our encounters in the T-room, and hopefully have sex with at least one of them in a bed.
I had slept like a log, my balls well drained. Before going to bed, I had made a late night visit to what Gus had called "the T-Room". Even at 11:30 PM, I had found a number of men in the corridors of the basement of the Admin. Building, which never seemed to be locked. I followed the arrows back to the hot Men's Room hidden down a dead end hallway, and found 4 men loitering in the room, not even pretending to be using the facility at the hour. Two looked like students, one was about 30 and dressed in a rumpled suit, and the other looked like he was about 18, wearing the uniform of a gas station attendant. I found them all attractive, and since all the shitter-stalls were empty, I licked my lips and flashed them all a grin before retreating to the center booth, where I quickly stripped naked, hanging my shirt and jeans on the hook on the door. After my experience that morning when Gus was able to pull out my woody quickly because I forgot to put on underwear, I knew that I would rarely wear them anymore. It made sex easier.
I sat on the crapper, and saw two eyes staring at me as a pulled on my big cock. I licked my lips at both eyes, and at the same moment, two cocks slid through the holes. One was a fairly short uncut cock, while the other was a long, skinny cut one. I fisted both of them from the toilet, and then took turns licking them. The cut guy was oozing precum like a leaky faucet, and every stroke of my tongue seemed to increase his moans, so I figured he was eager to cum. Whispering "Be right back" towards the guy with the short cock, I knelt and swallowed the thin cut cock, pulling his balls through the hole. I could smell gasoline faintly through the hole, so I knew who I was sucking. I had been right about his condition. As soon as the head of his cock hit the back of my mouth, he yelled and I felt his balls jump in his sack. I pulled back and was treated to a big, tasty mouthful of cum. His cock withdrew as he whispered "Wow, thanks!" and I heard his zipper pulling up.
Before the first guy was gone from his booth, I had the uncut cock in my mouth. My tongue fished around under the foreskin, where I found a sour taste that was not totally unpleasant. I felt little chunks of some substance that I licked up and swallowed as my partner moaned his appreciation. His cock was small enough that I had no trouble fitting it all in my mouth, with plenty of room to use my tongue. I reached in and felt his balls, which were enormous. I tried to pull them through the hole, but there wasn't room. He realized what I was doing, pulled his cock out of mouth, pushed his almost totally hairless balls through and then fitted his cock back in. It was a tight fit, but a beautiful sight. I moaned "Oh, fuck man, what beautiful balls you have!" before I dove down and began to give his sweaty balls a tongue bath. I could hear someone in the other stall jerking off, and the fact that I had an audience just increase my excitement.
I nipped the loose flesh of his ballsack a few times, and he yelped, but said "Hey, that feels hot, do that some more!" I chewed on them some more, getting more excited and chewing increasingly harder until he grunted "Too hard!' So I went back to licking his big balls as I slowly fisted his cock.
After a long time licking his balls, he said "Suck my cock again, man. You're a good cocksucker." I went back to work on his cock, and was soon rewarded with a very large load of unusually sweet mancream while he screamed "Gawddamn! I'm fucking cumming, man! Swallow all my spooge, cocksucker!" I licked his cock clean, and he slowly withdrew his cock and balls from the hole. He said `Wow, man, you are fucking good. Thanks, kid."
As he left, I took a cigarette from my shirt, lit it, and sat down on the toilet, my hard on pointing up. I had forgotten about the man in the other booth. A few seconds later, I saw an eye in the hole, and then a finger wiggled at me through the hole. It didn't take a genius to figure out that this was the invitation for me to give him my cock. I was about to put out my smoke when he said "No, keep smoking, I like to blow a guy who's smoking a cigarette or cigar." So I kept the cigarette in my lips as I inserted 9 hard, fat inches of cut dick, dripping with precum, through the hole and into a hot waiting mouth. He started to give me an slow, excellent blow job, taking me to the root each time. After a few minutes, he pulled off and whispered "Can I join you in your booth, man? I'd like to see you smoke that cigarette while I suck you off."
"Sure." I lit a new cigarette as I unlocked my cubicle door. A few seconds later, a short muscular guy about 40 came into the booth, holding his pants closed with his hand, and locked it. He had blonde hair and a mustache, and he stopped and admired me as he dropped his pants and took off his shirt, to reveal a smooth well developed body. He licked his lips as he slowly jerked on a cut cock the same size and width as mine, which looked larger on his shorter body. He had me sit on the toilet and lean back, one arm behind my neck, as he slowly knelt between my outstretched legs. He licked the insides of my thighs, which made me groan with delight. As I smoked my cigarette, he worked his way up to my balls, his eyes always focused on my face and the cigarette I was smoking. He swallowed my cock again and went back to his slow, deep blow job. "Oh, fuck, man, you are one sweet cocksucker!` I complimented him. He stopped long enough to smile at me, then went back to work. I kept telling him over and over how good his mouth felt on my cock, and he obviously liked that.
His hands kept moving. Sometimes they caressed my legs and belly. Sometimes he would run them over his own chest, paying a lot of attention to his own nipples. He played with my balls, and that began to push me over the edge "Oh, fuck, buddy. I'm going to shoot my fucking load in your mouth!" He pulled his mouth off my cock.
"Please, kid. Stand up with the cigarette between your lips and jerk off your load all over my fucking chest!" I stood up, and in about 45 seconds I shot 5 shots of cum on his chest, and them some smaller shots that fell more on his belly and cock. He closed his eyes after I came and ran his hands over his chest, spreading my cum on his skin. He stood up and I bent to lick my load off of him. "No, buddy. I want to smell your cum on me all night. I may not shower tomorrow, so I can smell it all day!"
His cock looked like it was ready to explode. I knelt, and he didn't object as I took it in my mouth. He flooded my mouth almost at once with at least 7 shots of hot, salty protein.
We left together, and there were already more men in the room looking for sex. In the first stall, a slim, willowy student was ramming his cock into a really big guy who wore just a jersey from the football team and a jockstrap, with the door open. The football player was moaning "Harder!", and rubbing his cock through his jock. Two other guys were touching their pounding bodies while they jerked each other off. The door to the other booth was closed, but the sounds of vigorous cocksucking were obvious. When we got outside, I lit another cigarette, and gave my partner one. He said. "My name is Michael. I had a great time. Thanks for letting me have my fantasy. A lot of guys are afraid to share a T-room stall, preferring to just have a cock or mouth in a glory hole to deal with." Well, now I knew what to call the holes, and the name seemed appropriate! "Maybe some day I can get you to do it with a cigar at my place. But if not, remember, I'm here every Thursday night at 11:30. I'll look for you, buddy. You are the hottest fucking stud I've done it with in a long time."
I shook his hand "I'm Ike. I enjoyed it too. I've never smoked a cigar, but hell yeah, we could definitely do that sometime in the future, Michael. I'd really like that." We shook hands as we walked off in different directions. When I got back to my room, Matt was reading a book in bed. He looked at me a little funny, I guess because I didn't usually stay out that late on a weeknight. Feeling that I smelled of sex-sweat, cum and of the stale piss smell of the T-room, I casually stripped and went to take a shower. When I came back out, Matt had turned of his lamp and was laying down. I said "Good night."
Matt grinned as he said: "You have that well fucked, shit eating grin of a man who just got VERY well laid, kid. Good for you! Good night, Ike." I laughed as I turned of my lamp and went to sleep. If only my engaged, straight jock roommate knew what I had been up to that night! He'd probably have a fucking heart attack! All I said was "Well, it will be YOUR turn all weekend, stud. Have a great time with Sheila."
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Even fighting with an umbrella against the driving rain and wind, I went through my school day with a grin on my face. I aced a quiz in my history class that got me out of class 20 minutes early, so for a change I was the first person in for my math class, where I was usually one of the last to arrive because my history class being all the way across campus. I took a seat in the front row and reviewed the material for the class. I smelled a sweet perfume and looked over. The "sweater girl with the big tits" had sat down next to me. Instead of being nervous and tongue tied, I just said hello to her and went back to my notes. She looked over at what I was looking at and asked me a question about something in the textbook, and we were soon talking about other things.
I introduced myself and she introduced herself as Terry. As we chatted, a handsome guy with a thin mustache sat next to her, and gave her a kiss. He looked almost exactly like the jock from the T-room, but I could see a moderately hairy chest through the open collar of his sports shirt. He was wearing a letter jacket from the track team. Terry introduced him to me as her "friend" Tom. When she said the word "friend, Tom scowled at her behind her back. As we shook hands, he gave me a look that said "My property - back off!" I found it amusing. The three of us chatted until the class started.
During the class, I noticed that Tom tried to hold Terry's hand a few times, and she kept pulling away. I had a feeling that Terry was a lot more independent of Tom than he liked, and sort of felt sorry for the handsome jock. When we got up after class, I realized that at 6'1", I was a good 5 inches taller than Tom. We shook hands and I tried to let him know by my firm grip and the look in my eye that I wasn't intimidated by his claiming Terry. Just to piss the jock off, I was very warm in my goodbye to Terry, actually pulling her towards me and giving her a little hug. Tom's fists were clenched at that, but I felt like "cock 'o the roost" when Terry hugged me back!
After the class I realized that Terry no longer made me all fluttery and nervous, but that I still found her desirable. On the other hand, I realized that the reason I had been so aggressive towards Tom was because I wanted to screw him, also. When he walked out of class in front of me, I noticed his tight jeans, and how fuckable his ass was. I ended up spending some of my lunch time fantasizing about a three way with the two of them.
Usually I would eat my lunch fast so I could run to Mr. Hamilton's classroom to get a front row seat to drool over him. Knowing that I had a private meeting with him later that day that would hopefully lead to a fuller sexual encounter, I didn't feel the need to rush. Beside, there was a handsome redheaded guy sitting with a group of guys at the next table who I could swear was flirting with me, and I enjoyed trading looks and smiles with him. Unfortunately, he was with that group, so there was no way I could just talk to him.
When I got to English class, the room was pretty full. In the corner in the back was the hot jock from the previous morning. the one who "ain't no fag". I was always so focused on my handsome instructor that I had never really taken a close look at the rest of the class! Well, at least I was right when I thought he was in ONE of my classes! To my surprise, the jock grinned and waved at me as I entered, and pointed to an empty seat next to him. I walked towards him, admiring his good looks. Dressed in the letter jacket of the swim team, he looked almost as hot in tight jeans as he had in his running shorts. We shook hands as I sat next to him. He smirked: "Bet you don't know my name, Ike."
I thought for a minute, and realized that Matt had introduced us a few weeks earlier at a swim meet. "What do you bet?" I asked seductively.
The stud jock blushed, and stammered "Anything you want."
I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Then you have to go out with me on a date next week, Nick."
He gasped, blushed again, and muttered "I ain't no fag."
"No, but I suspect that, like me, you're gay, Nick. I only figured out I was two days ago, myself." I whispered in his ear. "We'll just go out for some drinks, and talk. If anything develops.... Well, a bed, or at least the back seat of my car, is more comfortable than a toilet stall."
Nick nodded. "Well, I made a bet, and you win." Then he grinned at me slowly. "Then again, maybe we both win." I laughed as I took my seat. "Well, if I have to go out on a date with a man, I`m glad it's with a good looking, masculine guy like you, not one of the fairies who keep making passes at me. Yeah, I think I may have a good time with you at that." He looked at me closely. "Yeah, a very good time."
Mr. Hamilton came in, and Nick whispered to me "Now, I look at him and I think `ya know, maybe I AM a fag'!" I was tempted to tell him about my sex with Mr. Hamilton in the same T-room where we had blown each other, but kept quiet. What my English instructor did in the T-room was his own business. So I nodded in agreement as I muttered "Tell me about it!"
After class Nick and I discussed our "date". Since I had mentioned I had a car, he asked if I would mind driving a few miles. I said no, and we agreed to meet at the parking lot on Tuesday to go to an off campus restaurant/bar that I had never been to. He assured me it was a very "interesting" place, and that I would definitely have a good time.
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I showed up a little early for my appointment with Mr. Hamilton in the afternoon, now that I knew the secret to negotiating the confusing basement corridors with the carved arrows leading to the glory holes. I was hotter than ever, since I had not beaten my meat after his class that morning like I usually did. In fact, I had not cum since my sex in the toilet the previous night with Michael, although I had been tempted to take my lunch break in the T-room. I had gone to my room after class to change. I was wearing my tightest jeans, a pair that was sort of too small, and no underwear. There was a large wet spot from the pre-cum that oozed out as the rough cloth rubbed my hard cock. I had played second string football in high school, so I knew my body was pretty good. I wore a shirt unbuttoned to the waist, to show off the hair on my chest. I hadn't shaved that morning, or the one before, hoping to make myself look more masculine and hot. And hopefully a little more mature than 19?
The door was open and I stood in the hallway, studying the giant redhead. I got excited just watching Mr. Hamilton working at his desk. He was wearing that green sweater I liked so much. I made a slight noise and he looked up. When he saw it was me, he gave a big smile. Then I saw his eyes focus on the wet spot that highlighted my hard dick, and move up to look at my chest. I made a show of closing and locking the door, "so we won't be interrupted while we work." I sat down with my legs spread wide to give him more of a show. We worked on my short story for a half hour, sitting very close to each other. I kept rubbing my leg against his, and eventually I heard him groan. I could see that his cock was getting hard, too.
When we were finished, we made an appointment for Monday to go over the changes I was going to write over the weekend. Mr. Hamilton said: "I hope you don`t mind coming down here to the basement all the time."
I grinned. Here was my opportunity. "No, Mr. Hamilton, I enjoy coming down here. You have the best Men's Room in the college just across the hall. I had a great time in there after our meeting on Wednesday afternoon." He stared at me like a deer caught in a car's headlights. I smiled my sexiest smile and said: "I especially liked kissing you through that hole in the partition, Mr. Hamilton. My first kiss with a man, just after the first time I fucked a man`s tight, hot ass." He gasped and turned pale. He lit a cigarette, his hands shaking. I put my hand on his thigh and squeezed.
"Oh, fuck, I could lose my job if..."
"Don't worry, Mr. Hamilton. I would never tell anybody about what happened. The only reason I said anything was..." Now I got shy.
"Why, Ike? Why did you have to let me know you knew it was me at the glory hole?"
"Um.. well... because I want it to happen more. A lot more, Mr. Hamilton. I`ve had a crush on you since the first time I saw you." He nervously smoked his cigarette, staring at the wall. "And I'd love it if there wasn't a wall between us next time." We stared at each other for a full minute, then I slowly licked my lips. He still didn't move, so I leaned forward and kissed his lips, running my hand over his muscular, furry chest through the neck of his sweater. He groaned and grabbed my head to return the kiss. His hands ran over my chest hair, and he began to play with my nipples. No one had yet paid that much attention to my tits. I had never known that a man's nipples could provide such pleasure, and I almost came when he began to pinch them lightly. I returned the gesture, and he moaned again as I moved one hand to the mound of his cock in his pants.
He stopped me with a groan and whispered: "Not here, Ike". He took a deep drag on his cigarette, looking troubled, then leaned back, staring at me as he played with his own nipples. "How did you know it was me, Ike? I was careful to only whisper, and I only approached you after I saw you have suck off that other guy."
"Mr. Hamilton, I've been staring at that mustache and those luscious lips for weeks now, dreaming of licking them. Do you think I wouldn't recognize them when you put them to the glory hole to kiss me. Let me tell you, sir, I thought I'd shoot another load when I was finally able to run my tongue over those lips and that mustache when we kissed."
My hot teacher stared at me, surprised. He muttered, "Damn! Why do you have to be so fucking good looking and hot? I should have my gawddamned head examined, that`s what I should do!" After a few seconds, he shook his head, gulped, and then with a deep sigh pulled a pad to him, wrote something on it and handed it to me. It was an address and a phone number. "What are you doing tonight at 8 o'clock, Ike?"
"Well, Mr. Hamilton, it looks like I'll be at this address at 8, kissing you all over your body. I hope you`ll let me spend the night with you."
He grinned at me and said: "I was planning on that. I even plan on feeding you dinner first, Ike."
"If I don't fucking rape you the minute I get through your front door, sir."
He laughed, "Ike, you're a terrible cock-tease! I`m not going to get ANY work done this afternoon, with pictures of your hot body in my bed tonight steaming my brain." Smirking, he stood up, unlocked and opened the office door. Two men were walking down the hall, but not from the toilet. He shook my hand as I left, as if nothing had happened. I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost time to meet Sam in the T-room across the hall.
But that is another story.