Thad
Thad slowly knelt in front of the blond giant, his bound hands held tightly behind his back, bare knees scraping on the wooden floorboards of the small shack. He was staring into the man's crotch -- a position he had been in many times before, but never under circumstances such as these. Slowly he reached out with his lips, nuzzling the limp shaft that dangled before him. As he gently encased it in the moist heat of his mouth, it began to enlarge, engorge - it became thick and hard and shiny with saliva. He had to bathe its length continually to ensure the slick passage of the mammoth tube down his throat. His nature began to betray him. As he continued to suck on the man's dick held in front of him, his own manhood began to swell, to rise - to stand tall and aching over his swollen testicles, contained as they were in the mesh his captor had twisted around them. Thad thought back to the events that had led up to this impasse. He had been at the bar last night, and it was hot. There were a group of college kids who had decided to see what the San Francisco night life was all about, and they had wandered into one of his favorite spots. It was a clean little bar, with some cruising action going on, and the back room was filled with glory holes and hot guys, as long as you knew who to speak with to gain entrance into the sanctum. Thad was a regular.
He went back, motioning to the bartender to let the young jocks go in, if they were curious. Sure enough, before an hour had passed, one of them had to use the toilet, and found himself faced with the option of pissing at the urinal in front of three other men, or going into one of the stalls.
Jim walked into one of the small stalls along the back of the room, and closed the door behind him. Turning around, he noticed a hole cut into the wall of the stall next to him, and a corresponding one in the wall of the room. He knelt down to look into the other stall, hoping that none of his friends would come in to see him in this position. If they knew he had been spying on them at gym, lusting after their hard, sweaty bodies, he knew the reception he would get would be less than ideal.
The sight that greeted him when he bent over was amazing. There was a dick, at eye level, with the head glistening with pre-cum just waiting to be licked off. Jim stood up quickly, gasping quietly. He had urges, yes, but to give in to them in such a way? At such a time? His reverie was to be short lived, however, as a finger came crooking through the hole moments afterward. He knelt again.
"Stick it through," he heard whispered from the other side.
"Let me suck it."
Jim moaned, half in fear, half in passion as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers. He knelt to put his mouth to the opening.
"I gotta piss, first, or we'll have a problem!"
As he pulled out his dick, swollen with lust and the need to urinate, he heard the man laugh softly as he whispered back, "Put it through! Let me drink your piss, stud!"
Jim's cock twitched as he thought about fucking this unknown man's face with his hot shaft, after he finished pissing down his throat. There was no question as to his desire. He turned and placed his shaft through the hole before he could have second thoughts.
He waited. Cool air played around the overheated skin of his penis, and he began to wonder if he was being played for a fool, just before he felt the faint tickle of whiskers, and the wet heat of a pair of lips engulfing the first three inches of his cock. He stiffened, and tried to control the urge to ejaculate immediately.
The man was waiting, not moving his mouth, just waiting for Jim to begin giving him his drink of recycled beer. Jim tried to relax, and finally managed to succeed to the point where a thin stream of urine began to trickle from the head of his cock. At the man's moan of pleasures from the other side of the partition, Jim cut loose with a flood of urine, a flow the other man had difficulty keeping up with, but his valiant swallows were audible as he contained the stream within his cheeks.
As Jim's urine ran out, his cock finished stiffening, and he felt the man begin to move his mouth over his shaft, sucking gently at the tip, then deep-throating the entire length, until Jim's pubic hair was crushed against the cool metal of the dividing wall between the toilets. The hole was large enough for the man's fingers to slip around Jim's cock to fondle his hairy testicles, and as the man's grip tightened, Jim felt the first fiery rushes of cum begin to build -- a feeling he was familiar with from his hand jobs, thinking about the guys he worked out with.
As the sucking continued, Jim could not hold back. Arching his back so that his shaft shot through the hole, imbedding itself deep in the cocksucker's throat, he began to cum. Wave after wave of jism sprayed out of his engorged shaft, coating the mouth and tongue of the man who had introduced him to this pleasure. He shook and gripped the top of the stall for balance as he felt the last trickles of sperm course thur his prick. The cocksucker continued in his quiet licking until Jim's shaft was clean of the last remnants of his orgasm, and only then did his mouth release its prize.
"Pretty good, kid," Jim heard whispered thickly from the other stall, "I think you'll enjoy the big time in the other room."
Jim stammered as he said, "Th - The other room?"
"Yeah," he heard, "Just step over here, and I'll show you how to get there."
Jim realized that the grunts and smacking noises he had been hearing throughout the course of his pleasure were merely the sounds his newfound acquaintance had been making during his endeavors to feed on his meat. The realization that this cacophony of cries and moans were related to another room, one perhaps filled with all manners of the pleasures he had experienced, either in his imagination or, in the course of the evening, in reality, was forcefully brought home -- not just by his companion's words, but by the cock that came thrusting through the hole in the wall -- the hole Jim had remarked upon earlier, but had put out of his mind while his pleasure was being given. He knelt to peer into the hole, inadvertently grazing the stiff shaft that rose to greet him.
Jim leaned forward, inhaling the musky scent of maleness that clung to the column of manhood that confronted him. He felt, forcefully, the pull of desire -- the wish to open his aching jaws and with them massage the prick that hung so incitingly close. But -- dare he give in to his desires?
But then, that's another story ...
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Jerry Gaither
E-mail: jerryg@pacbell.net
Home Page: http://www.GeoCities.com/SoHo/1344
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