"The Glory Hole Sagas"
Chapter Four
Confronting Cowboy Sam
For a young man who had always thought I was totally straight, I was really making progress since discovering the T-room tucked away in the basement of one of the college buildings where man-to-man sex seemed to go on 24 hours a day. My first time there, I had sex with two guys, and was able to identify them as my favorite teacher, and my older buddy from my gym class. Enjoying the sex, I decided to confront them and try to have sex with them in a bed. So far, I had done that with my teacher, and had made a date with my hot redheaded bear of an English instructor for dinner and sex that evening. Now it was time to confront my buddy Sam. There had been no mistaking that arrowhead shaped birthmark on his uncut dick when it poked through the glory hole two days earlier. I wasn't sure if he knew it was me that he had had sex with, but he had made a point of letting me know when he would be back to the T-room in the Administration Building basement for more action. If I had anything to say about it, my third sexual encounter with the married Texan Vietnam veteran would be in my bed while my grouchy fucking roommate was in New York happily pounding his prick into his future bride`s pussy.
After my seduction of Mr. Hamilton, I darted across the hall from his little office, in a highly aroused state. Sam was in for some fine glory hole sex this afternoon! I went to the strangely isolated men's room and finding it empty for a change, I sat in the middle stall, dropping my pants. Rock hard and still dripping pre-cum from my conversation with Mr. Hamilton, I lit a cigarette and leaned back, waiting for my prey. I realized I was having the time of my life, having never been sexually aggressive before. In fact, that was the reason one ex-girlfriend had given me for not letting me fuck her. I had, after all been raised by two elderly parents to be a "gentleman", respectful of women, although my dad had lectured me on my responsibility to "pleasure" my partners, which always made me a popular sex partner once a girl did agree to have sex with me.
Now I had discovered a world of exciting sex between men which was not just two horny teenage buddies helping each other out after unsuccessful dates with cock-teases. In the last two days, I had learned a lot about what turned me on; a lot about what turned on other men; and I had found that I not only enjoyed sex with men, but I enjoyed the hunt and the conquest. I had almost started a fight with a jock over a girl with massive tits who used to leave me tongue tied because I really wanted to fuck his muscular ass, and I had almost cum in my pants that afternoon when I had manipulated my closeted classmate Nick into going out on a "date" with me on Tuesday!
I heard the door open, and watched Sam's cowboy boots walk over to the last stall, and heard him go in. At first I heard the rustling of his clothing, then he was quiet for a while as I slowly whacked my wiener, his eye peeking at my show. "I'm glad you're back, kid. You're so fucking good looking. Give me that hard pecker, stud" I put my cock through the hole and he began to suck the pre-cum off of it, moaning at the taste.
After a few minutes, I pulled out. Since we were alone in the room, I said in my regular voice. "I'd rather join you in your stall, Sam. I think it would be a lot more exciting." Sam was totally silent for a minute. Then I heard him open the latch on his door. I pulled up my pants and rushed in to the other stall.
Sam was standing there naked, except for his cowboy boots, which for some reason he had put back on. The end stall is much bigger than the other stalls. Sam had put his clothes and books on the wide ledge in the arch that formed the side wall. I smiled at him, but he looked nervous. I quickly stripped and put my clothes and books with his. I reached out and held his soft dick, jerking it as I slowly moved close to the hot stud. He gulped, and took hold of my hard cock. I reached up and kissed him. He resisted at first, but suddenly, he grabbed me close to him in a bear hug and began to thrust his tongue into my throat. I sucked on his tongue, then I thrust mine in his mouth. He rubbed his hands over my body while we hugged, and I did the same. I finally backed off so I could finally touch him all over. I played with the nipples hidden in his chest hairs. He responded by licking my chest until my nipples were hard, and then lightly biting them. I almost fucking lost my load right then.
I sat on the toilet and pulled him towards me, and took as much of his big fat cock in my mouth as I could. At this angle, I was able to get in an inch or two more. Sam groaned as he took hold of my head and began to thrust in and out. I would gag at times, but I was too turned on the care. He began to really fuck my face, so I took my hand, slick with my own pre-cum, and wrapped it around the base of his cock, so his strong thrusts into my mouth would no longer make me gag. He moaned: "Pull on my balls, Ike." I did. "Harder, kid." I was tugging so hard I thought I would rip his big hairy cum pumpers off, but he just hissed :"Oh, yessss."
"Put a finger in my man-cunt, Ike." I rubbed some more pre-cum on my hand, and slipped my middle finger into his tight, hot ass. He spurted out so much pre-cum at that, I thought he was cumming, but he kept fucking my face, soon asking for a second finger. When it was in, he told me to finger fuck his ass. "Faster and harder, kid!" He was breathing hard, and he screamed "I'm gonna fucking shoot my gawddamned load in your hot pecker-sucking mouth, kid! Take it!!!" I felt his ass spasm around my fingers as he flooded my mouth. His load was so big, some of it leaked around my lips and down my chin. I kept sucking until he went soft and pulled out. He grinned at me, bent down, and licked his dripping cum off my face.
Sam lit a cigarette and offered me one, saying: "That was too fucking hot, Ike. I need to rest a few minutes before we go on, kid." He leaned against the stall door, looking at me, playing with his cock and pinching his nipples. We had heard someone come into the next stall, and knew he was watching us. Another thing I had learned in the last few days was that I was quite an exhibitionist, so our audience just turned me on more. I ran my hands over my hairy chest, grinning at the hot cowboy stud in front of me. "Ike, how did you know it was me?"
"Sam, I've stared at that beautiful cock of yours in the locker room enough to recognize that birthmark. As soon as you slid that dick through the hole the other day, I knew it was you."
He laughed. "Yep, I was born a branded calf. Runs in the family, that mark. Even my baby son has one. In fact, one of my brothers had to admit paternity when the kid had an arrow on his pecker."
By the time we had finished our cigarettes, he was hard again. He grinned as we tossed the butts into the toilet, and said in a sexy drawl: "Now it's you're turn to bust your nut, mother fucker." He turned his back to me, and putting his hands on the stall door, bent, presenting his ass to me. I had always been surprised that although Sam had a lot of hair all over his body, his ass just had peach fuzz. I hesitated, unsure of what to do.
"You ever fuck a man's hole?"
"Once, the other day."
"You ever eat a stud's butt, kid?"
"No."
"Then we'll save that for the future." He pulled a tube out of his clothing, and applied a slick lotion all over my hard dick. "Ike, my man-hole is ready for you to fuck the shit out of me. Fuck me hard, kid. I love it hard and fast and rough." I wasn't sure what to do, but I stood up. I put my dick against his asshole, and pushed. He shouted "Oh, fuck, yeah!" as my fat 9" cock slid into that tight ring at the opening of his ass hole. Very turned on, I stood still for a minute with just the head and one inch in that tight hot ass. When I was sure I wasn't going to cum, I did just what he had told me to do. I used my hips to ram my dick into his willing ass, causing my balls to slap against his. He grunted in pain, but cried out "Harder, kid! Fuck my man-cunt hard." I began to pound my cock into his ass.
I could hear the guy in the next stall jerking off. He was watching us through the hole, and I heard him moan; "Oh, shit, I gotta get me some of this fuckin' action."
I looked over, and a big black cock was coming through the hole. Sam saw it, and worked us around so he could suck it while I kept screwing his hot ass. The black cock was bigger than his, but Sam swallowed the entire thing. I kept fucking his ass while the black stud was fucking his face. After five minutes, the sight was too fucking much for me. "I screamed: "Sam, you motherfucking stud, take my gawddamned load in your tight fucking ass!" I started to cum, and I thought I would never stop. I collapsed across Sam's back, watching him suck that big black cock. After my now soft cock plopped out of his ass, I began to lick his back and neck, working my way up to his ears. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. "You want some of this stud, kid?"
"Fuck, yes! Im new to this, so Im not sure I can handle it, but, hell, I`d like to fucking try it. It looks delicious!" He moved over and I began to suck the man in the other stall. I could hear his deep grunts of pleasure as I used my tongue on his cock head while I jerked the base of his giant dick.
Sam knelt on the floor behind me and began to lick my ass. I loved it and pushed my butt back at him to let him know. I could hear him beating his hard meat back there. He spread my cheeks and got deeper into my ass with his tongue. I bellowed in passion, and the fat black cock slipped all the way down my throat for a few seconds. I loved the feeling, even though I began to gag. I kept trying to get more and more of that big dick in my throat by giving little shouts. I heard the man in the other stall groan, "Oh, yeah, you're fucking good, cock sucker. Eat all of that big fucking horse dick of mine. I got a big load of cum for your mouth! Yeah, suck it, white boy, suck that black co.. ah.. ahck!... AW, GAWD!!" and he blasted a load into my mouth. His very thick cum was a little bitter, but I still liked it. He grunted in his deep voice, "Thanks, man. You guys made a hard working man`s day a lot easier." and left the room.
Before I could move off my knees, Sam stopped eating my ass, stood up and showered my back with another load. He slumped on the toilet. I sat on his lap and kissed him. "Sam, I really want to have sex with you in a bed." He hesitated, looking unsure. "I know you're married, but how about coming to my dorm tomorrow afternoon at 2 to uh... `study'? My roommate is away for the weekend."
His answer was a bear hug that almost cracked my ribs, and a kiss. "How can I say no to you? You're a real man, and so gawddamned handsome. Just the kind of stud I like screwing around with. I work as a waiter at lunchtimes on Saturday, so I can`t make it at 2. How about 5-ish?"
"Great!"
"You drink beer, kid?"
"Are you kidding? I'm a fucking college sophomore. It's what we do best."
"You smoke pot, Ike?"
"Like I said, Sam, I'm a college sophomore in 1970. What do you think?"
"I'll provide the beer and dope, you provide the munchies, the grease and the bed, OK, good lookin`?" We slowly got dressed, and I wrote down the directions to my dorm room, and the phone number of the dorm and the extension for my room. We kissed once more before we left the toilet. As we walked down the hall together, Mr. Hamilton was headed towards the toilet. He looked startled to see me with Sam, but I winked at him and licked my lips. He grinned at me and nodded. I couldn't wait for 8 o'clock.
But that is another story.