THE RED DOOR By Mike Austin
nasstop@yahoo.com
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The Red Door is the only gay bar/magazine/video place in the small town of El Centro, Texas, about fifty miles outside Houston. The community expanded in the 1980s pipeline boom and attracted a mix of hard livin', hard drinkin', hard playin' roughnecks and their women (wives, girlfriends, followers, etc). But this is the story of a different place and the two men who settled here to retire on land that one of their grandparents left them. Bill Jenkins and Rob Smith were both oil patch guys and met while working the offshore rig platform services about 20 years ago. Bill was 6', 200#s of butch stud muscle with a perpetual blonde scruff and hung about 9+", uncut and thick. His wife had run off with another roughneck, before he and Rob first met one onshore week off work, had gotten drunk and crawled in the sack together and never looked back for a woman; much less his run-off wife. Rob had black hair, blue eyes and at 6'2" of lean, smooth, sculpted muscle, weighed in about 180#s with a fat 7.5" cut cock that never seemed to go down.
Bill's paternal grandparents left him the 50 acre spread, that fronted along a creek and where the railroad would ultimately be run and around which a small outlying collection of ramshackle buildings would be constructed. It was known locally as Jenks Town, after Bill's great-grandparents, who actually built a combo hardware/feed/agriculture store and operated it their entire lives as well as farming in the fertile soil that extended from the creek then due north. Jenks Town was at the lower corner of the property and the creek, and also had a saloon, livery stable, blacksmith shop and a carpenter as separate buildings. Across the creek was the other area that was gentrified and after several years held a small bank, a lawyer and surveyor, a dry goods store that catered to some of the new locals with upscale merchandise for the farming community and this new assemblage was named Merry's Town, after the lawyer's wife and on whose land the businesses and structures were erected. Railroads like it simple and agreed to put a rail stop at the location, but made the two towns come up with a new name for the stop; hence came El Centro, Texas. The small depot/stop was actually the side yard/loading dock of Jenkins' Store and the rail physically split the two towns and bound them to each other as well. The stop would play an important role as the new pipeline was being constructed in the area, over a three year period. Bill had enjoyed Summer trips to El Centro and the family farm as a kid and teen, which led his grandparents to will the farm to him, rather than his brothers, who hated "that old farm".
Rob was originally from Louisiana, but moved to Texas and continued flying crew helicopters for "Renown Heli" to and from offshore rigs. He and Pete, a former Army buddy, made the move and employment together and continued their ongoing relationship after the move. Rob loved sucking cock, especially trade and Pete was more than happy to live free and get blow jobs from an expert cocksucker like Rob, whenever he needed it. Rob could swallow Pete's long 10" cock to the base with no gag reflex. Pete knew how much Rob loved being skull fucked and would hold Rob's head and power drill his throat until he got off, then release Rob's head and let his personal cocksucker finish him off. They'd reconnected after being discharged, at Lucille's, a prominent trade/hustler bar in New Orleans. Rob had blown Pete in the head then took him home and for the remainder of that weekend, Pete's dick bored out Rob's throat almost 24 hrs/day. Before making the Texas move, Pete often brought home trade for Rob to blow on a regular basis. Once they settled in Texas, Pete continued Rob's throat fucking and turned the sexy blue-eyed stud into a real popular cum-sucking chopper pilot, often offering Rob's services to crews coming back onshore after working a 6 week stretch on rig. It was during one week off, when Rob was visiting his family, that he and Bill met at a Lafayette bar. He maneuvered the drunken Bill, to a motel room and gobbled that long veiny uncut dong. Bill didn't disappoint either and got into rough throat use to get off. Later that night, Bill fucked his first gay butt.
Timing is everything. When Rob returned from Lafayette, he found Pete's note. It was simple and to the point. "It's been a great ride bud, found a new cocksucker with major bucks to share, take care". Rob was shaken but not stunned and set about checking things in the apartment. He found all his belongings in place. Pete had been a great feeder and had proven to be a guy of integrity too. He lifted the cell from his pocket, dialed Bill and asked him to move to Texas.