Tough Boy Facade Chapter 2 Rough And Ready
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Sitting in a booth in the library, making love to a dick is nothing I'd considered before. Had I not know to whom the dick belonged, I doubt if I would have been as fond of the activity as I was, although with the way my dick was reacting, I can't be sure of that. I'd never been harder and I'd never been more turned on by anything I'd ever done. My most vivid fantasies could never compete with this most thrilling activity.
I held as much of Irving's dick as I could manage with one hand, holding it steady so I could rub it on my face and neck, only letting my lips touch it when I was considering opening wide and at that time there was little else I could do.
"Yeah," Irving said to no one as my mouth closed in on him again.
As good as it was for him it was all the better for me. The warm flush of his overheated dick washed over my face as it throbbed in my mouth. The skin had retreated off the red head and sat back against the pink column of flesh that held the top firmly in place for any assault I cared to make upon it.
The soft gasps coming from the other side of the stall told me that Irving rather enjoyed someone making love to his dick. I wanted to do it better than anyone had ever done. I wanted him to remember my blowjob above all others. I certainly intended to remember it.
I wondered if he'd shit himself if he knew it was me on the other side of the wall, but he never would, and I'd never tell him, although I was already contemplating a return trip to the library in the days to come. Sucking anonymous dicks wasn't something I thought I'd like to do, but I wanted to find out if that could bring me any where close to the pleasure of sucking this dick was giving me. Knowing Irving and hearing him react to me the way he did, made things pretty good.
I had to fight to keep my hand off myself because I knew once I got started, I'd need to complete the act, and once completed, I'd lose interest in the game. I wanted to finish this first, and I was sure that would raise my core temperature to close to meltdown at which time I'd use my own hand to get me over the hump and it wouldn't take long. First there were bigger fish to fry, and my own dick would never give me the pleasure this boy's dick was giving me.
I slurped and licked the head with fervor before getting my jaws stretched back around him completely. I let my tongue do the talking and it circled the head in lazy licks.
"Phew! I thought I was going to finish without you for a minute," Irving confessed in a raspy weak voice. "That's about perfect but don't get too far down there. Oh yeah. It won't take long now. You've got this part down pretty good. Yeah, like that with the tongue."
Irving finally shut up, thank heavens, but his dick was doing the talking for him. It started to twitch and pulse in my mouth as he forced his hips hard against the metal wall, making it shake as he stood up on his tiptoes, with the engineer's boots well on my side of the stall as he fucked the glory hole hard.
"Here it comes," he warned in a gasp of air coming and going from deep inside his chest.
It wasn't a big deal. It tasted rather like sweet nectar that came from grams artificial sweetener that she kept on her kitchen table for her morning coffee. It was all quite nice, except the sweet turned sour, and the tiny bit of nectar turned into thick gobs of cum. He had ejected two streams before I got my mouth off his dick as more hot juice ejected onto my cheek and lips as I tried not to choke, nor did I want to give up his dick.
It wagged in the hole as I swallowed and then licked the shinny head. The skin started to reclaim the shrinking head, and watching the metamorphosis from raging erection to flaccid flesh was as exciting to me as see it at its full glory. When he withdrew, I knew my time was up. I didn't want him to go. Staring at the empty hole left me with an empty feeling inside.
In some strange way I felt closer to Irving than I'd ever felt to anyone. I longed to touch him and hold him in my arms, but I knew that was a fool's dream. As he withdrew his spent passion from my reach I wanted to grab it, pull it back, suck it a little more, anything to make it last.
"Go ahead," he said, leaving me to figure out what I should go ahead and do. "It's getting late. They'll be closing before long. Put yours through and I'll return the favor."
"What?" I gasped, forgetting to disguise my shocked voice.
"Put your dick through the hole. I ain't got all night," Irving ordered.
What could a guy do? There was only one thing I could think of doing just then. I stood up and reversed out roles, sliding my hard aching dick through the conveniently placed hole, wondering if he was really going to do to me what I had done to him.
The answer didn't take long to figure out. The warm wet and wild sensation first engulfed my dick and then worked its way up to my addled brain. I could hear him slurping as he worked my dick into his throat, sucking all the time.
I'd never been so hot or so unable to think and before I could warn him I was cutting loose with the load of a lifetime. It started in my nuts and gushed up through my cock as my hips thumped against the stall wall. I now better understood what Irving had been trying to do when it was him who was getting his dick swallowed. I had little or nothing to compare the experience with.
My entire being felt like it was coming out of my dick and going into him as he continued sucking frantically, slurping up all I had to give him and seeming up to the task. He did not give me up as I had given him up. He stayed with it until every drop had gone out of me. I was left hanging on the wall of the stall, trying to recover, when I heard the stall door slam shut and I knew I was there alone.
"Damn," I said, loosening my grip and coming back to the reality that he had left me alone. "Damn, that was so nice."
Was this it? I wondered. This was love? I would spend the rest of my life in toilets, sucking boy's dicks and hoping someone would suck mine in return?
What a blow in the ass that was. I wanted to touch someone, hold them, and make glorious love to them. The dick was only the doorway to love, not the whole ball of wax. There I sat, wanting more and feeling very much alone.
I took my time wiping up my wet dick and making sure there was no evidence left to announce to the world that I'd been exchanging favors in glory hole heaven. I was careful to wash my hands and straighten up my clothes, even combing my hair before I left the library.
I returned to the table to retrieve the book I had been reading and I returned it to the shelf where it had come from. I put on my jacked and headed for the door, not really interested in going home. I looked around for any sign that someone was watching me or had figured out what I had been up to in the bathroom for so long.
It was pitch black and I ran out of street lamps pretty fast. A slight breeze had kicked up and a slight chill ran through me. It didn't seem much colder than when I arrived at the library but I had been sweating and that made the coolness more apparent to me.
I'd barely gotten a block when I heard the motorcycle. It was moving very slowly and came to a halt when it got to where I was walking. When I turned to see who it was, I came face to face with Irving.
What the hell was this about?
"Hey, climb aboard. I'll take you home," he offered. "Can't let you walk home."
I was dumbstruck. What was going on? How'd he know it was me?
"Come on. Get on. Hold onto me. You know, I was afraid for a while you weren't coming up."
"Coming up?" I stuttered.
"Yeah, after I told you where I'd be. I wasn't sure you'd show up. I waited for a while, you know. A guy even wanted to such my dick but I told him I was waiting for a friend. I was sure you'd come up."
"You were sure?" I asked.
"Sure," he said. "Hey, I saw the way you looked at it. What was not to be sure about. Why do you think I told you about it. I wanted to get together and I knew you wouldn't just go out with me if I asked you."
"I you asked me?" I said.
"Are you going to repeat everything I say? After all we've meant to each other."
"Everything you say? No, I'm going to get on the motorcycle."
"Good. Put your arms around me. I don't want lose you."
He put the big boot down on the starter pedal and kick started the bike. It was immediately purring and vibrating us. I wasn't exactly sure of what was going on but I wasn't in any hurry to find out. I wanted to get my arms around him and now they were. I wanted to spend more time with him and here we were.
How could I have misjudged him so badly? How was it he was so sure of himself now? Why did he want me to know what he did and where he did it?
They were all questions I wanted to ask him, but having my arms around him with my face buried in his back was just fine for now. I could question him later.