My son, My trade

The following is a work of erotic fiction meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience.

By the time the five o'clock whistle blew Georgie Hilliard already had his laptop powered off and was more than ready to punch the time clock.  It was Friday, end of the work week and Georgie had been eagerly anticipating this day.  Many of the blue collar workers at the plant where he held a desk job, as well as the other factories by the waterfront, headed directly to the watering holes on a Friday.  Georgie's brother, Ralph, owned one on this side of town.  It wasn't Georgie's usual haunt.  Georgie's particular interests were met elsewhere. 

Making his way through the parking lot he shared pleasantries and well wishes for the weekend with some of the beefcake that worked the plant.  He was sure a few of them were headed to Ralph's where either Buck or Axel, depending who was on duty, would be pouring their suds in a few minutes.  Georgie wouldn't have minded joining them.  Some of those guys were real hunks.  But he was headed across the major highway which divided the burg and to the sure thing which awaited him there.

Georgie made his way down the narrow streets through the old residential section, past Ralph's Bar and out to the highway.  The speed limit was twenty-five and, although he was anxious to reach his destination, he knew enough to take his time.  As he was passing the run-down park he glanced over and noticed the lone teen in sweat pants and hoodie shooting baskets on the court.  On impulse Georgie braked, pulled to the side and honked his horn.  The boy looked over, recognized him and raised a hand to wave.  Georgie motioned him over and, with basketball tucked under one arm, Marc Hauser trotted over to meet him.

"Hiya, Marc," he greeted through the lowered passenger's window. 

"Hey, Mr. Hilliard," the cute teen responded as he squatted down with one forearm resting along the window sill.

Georgie already had half a hardon thinking about how he planned to spend the next few hours, but hearing that deep resonating voice coming from this hot boy shot him up to full attention.  Buck Hauer's son was hot as a firecracker with a teenage body made for sin.  It amused Georgie that, even after he'd fucked Marc, the lad referred to him as Mr. Hilliard.  It was a definite turn on.

Georgie Hilliard had been married for over fifteen years.  His wife, a local girl, was more devoted to her boutique and its clientele than she was to him.  That suited Georgie just fine.  They had never had any children.  That fitted in with Georgie's lifestyle, as well.  Georgie had long ago realized that his prurient interests went well beyond the scope of "normal."  Although he didn't exactly know what it was at an early age, Georgie was bisexual.  His Libran scale dipped heavily to the male equation.  Tits and pussy were alright sometimes but could only hold their appeal for so long.  Georgie craved dick and tight male ass.

There were some similarities between the Hilliard twins but where Ralph was dark and husky, Georgie was fair and compact.  Each weekend he spent hours at the gym keeping his body nicely toned.  Rather than bulky like Ralph's, his muscles were long and lean.  Georgie was always well-dressed and impeccably groomed.  His hair was never out of place and trimmed every other week.  He treated himself to facials, manicures, pedicures and full body waxing regularly.  During weekends at the spa he tanned in the nude for that nice, all-over bronze.  Despite all, he never appeared or acted effeminate.  Georgie caught many a female eye, only it was their husbands and boyfriends who were more apt to strike his fancy.

Most of the men they grew up with knew of Georgie's proclivities.  Certainly his brother did.  With the way Georgie was always eyeing his cock when they were younger it wasn't too hard to figure.  To this day Georgie was still checking out Ralph's bulge.  Some things never changed.  Georgie's brotherly love was finally answered recently in the bedroom of Marc Hauser, where the Hilliard brothers tag-teamed Buck's son and Georgie got a taste of Ralph's meat.  Since then Georgie had been trying to think out a way to get Ralph to fuck him with that cock.  It was a twin of his own pride and glory.

Neither Ralph nor Buck was aware that it hadn't been Georgie's first time with teenage Marc.  Certainly he had seen the boy around.  Even admired him.  Who wouldn't?  Not only was he the offspring of hunky Buck, the kid was a hottie.  But Georgie stuck to casual encounters with men nearer his age.  One place he often scored was at the train station. This is where he'd first learned of Marc's predilection for cock. 

On that afternoon Georgie was hot to suck some businessman's beef.  Maybe even get thrown a hot fuck.  He was disappointed to discover the door to the men's room locked.  Usually it wasn't.  While it was a small john, with one urinal and shit stall, most guys didn't bother with privacy for a quick piss.  Georgie impatiently waited until the lock audibly clicked and out stepped a slightly disheveled middle-aged man carrying a briefcase.  He scurried off, as most commuters did, to either catch a connecting train or retrieve his car from the lot and attempt to beat the rush hour traffic.  Georgie hurried in, leaving the bolt undone so as to attract some potential prey. 

The lithe teen was at the sink, splashing water on his face.  He looked up into the mirror at the sudden intrusion and their eyes locked.  They recognized one another almost immediately.  Marc swallowed hard and turned to face him.  Other than ankle socks and sneakers Marc was only wearing running shorts slung low on his trim hips.  Although mature men were generally his thing, Georgie was instantly consumed by lust.  Realization suddenly clicked that Marc had been locked in the rest room with the exiting businessman.  There could only be one reason for that.  And an explanation for why the teen was washing his face in the dingy sink.  Georgie boldly walked up to the kid, big Buck Hauser's son, and lewdly reached out to cup his crotch.  To his delight Marc responded in kind, his eyes flaring appreciatively as he grasped Georgie's firm bulge.

In seconds Georgie was squatting before him sucking the wholesome teen's magnificent cock.  Marc cock walked him back into the stall where his back pack was tucked away into a corner and proceeded to give Georgie a surprisingly aggressive face fuck.  Then he was the one on his knees returning the favor to Ralph's brother.   Georgie was delighted to learn that this boy, who he'd paid little attention to in the past, was such an expert---and voracious---cock sucker.

During that late afternoon happy hour Georgie and Marc, either singularly or as a team, sucked off a dozen travelers in that train station.  After their last "customer" Georgie slapped his hands against the dirty tiled wall, thrust his ass back at Marc and commanded he fuck him.  And Marc did.  Quite excitedly, as only a horny teen could.  When Marc came his multiple blasts were so forceful that they triggered Georgie's own ejaculation.  The wall was drippling rivulets of cum by the time he'd finished.

Stopping for the traffic light at the crossing highway Georgie held onto the steering wheel with his left and reached over with his right to cup Marc's mound.  Marc grinned, slid lower in his seat and spread his thighs wider.  The basketball was on the floor between his feet.  As Georgie fondled, Marc ran his hand along the man's forearm as if he was stroking cock.  A semi-trailer truck had pulled next to them in the turning lane to their right.  Georgie deftly unzipped Marc, pulled out his beautiful teen cock and stroked it.  Marc took notice of the truck, cunningly grinned and slid a bit lower to give the trucker a good view.  Marc adored trucker dick, especially big Denny Burkhardt's.  This one showed his appreciation with a few blaring toots of his horn. 

The light changed to green, the trucker made his turn and Georgie crossed the highway.  A short distance down the road on the left was the infamous train station.  Marc craned his neck to see if he could sight any of the drug dealers who hung around there.  Usually they didn't come out until after dark but might be present to make a score from the weary city travelers arriving home for the weekend.  Marc's father would have a fit if he knew, but Marc was quite familiar with Jamal, Lamont and the rest of the dealers.  He was their white fuck boy, cycling down to the station to service their big black dicks.  One was more massive than the next, Shaquil's topping off at fourteen major inches!  The thing was like a forearm!!

Now at the center of town they encountered businesses on both sides.  A local market, gas station, tattoo parlor, bakery, laundromat, book, thrift and dollar stores, diner, Chinese take-out and a score of others.  The store fronts were old and in need of updating, sidewalks and walls cracked and graffiti covered.  Georgie turned off the main drag onto an uneven side street.  A short distance down they were on the seedier side of town.  It was a place Buck had warned Marc to avoid.  Low-income apartments, corner bars, another tattoo parlor, winos and homeless in doorways, gangs of young toughs killing time socializing on stairwells and Georgie's ultimate destination.  Locating a spot he parked his car curbside.  Georgie's jalopy looked oddly out of place in this area. 

"What are we doing here?" Marc asked nervously as he surveyed this foreign place.

"You're gonna love it," Georgie teased.  "It's right up your alley.  Now put that fine dick back in your pants and get out."  Still unsure, Marc swallowed hard and followed Georgie's orders.

They hit the sidewalk where Georgie addressed a cluster of Puerto Rican youths.  "Yo, Rico, keep an eye on my wheels, would ya?"  A dark skinned, thick lipped young man sporting a buzz cut and multiple piercings gave him the nod.  Marc recognized him from the graduating class of two years ago.  It seemed to Marc that all eyes were focused on him, the lily white boy who was badly out of place in this 'hood.

He followed Georgie up the dirty, crumbling sidewalk to a place with flashing lights out front.  Well, not all were flashing.  Marc's eyes flared when he realized it was a titty bar.  The barred front windows were painted black but posters covering them declared "All Nude!! All the Time!!"

Georgie held the door allowing Marc entry.  They walked into a dark vestibule.  Marc was all at once assaulted by the stale smell of cigarettes and weed.  Music was coming from the door directly in front of them, obviously the area of the main attraction.  But Georgie diverted Marc to another entry to the side.

As they walked into what first glance looked like an overstocked retail store Georgie asked, in a hushed voice, "How old are you now, Marc?"

"Seventeen," Marc told him, his eyes widening as he took in the merchandise.  This place was an adult novelty shop, complete with dirty magazines, DVDs, potions, notions and rubber cocks. 

"Anybody asks, you're eighteen," Georgie advised him.  Marc nodded in understanding, overwhelmed by the things he was seeing.  There were a handful of other customers there.  Most looked up with interest when they saw the fresh-faced, good looking boy.  Marc thought sure he recognized at least one of them from somewhere or other.

As anticipated, an overweight scruffy looking ogre behind a raised counter bellowed out, "How old's the kid, Georgie?"

"Eighteen," Georgie lied.  Marc nodded in agreement to the heavy jowled beast with the long, scraggly graying beard.  He deduced Georgie came here often for the unattractive proprietor to know him by name.  While Georgie approached the counter to conduct some type of transaction Marc browsed the merchandise with amazement.  There were fake cocks in varying shapes, sizes and colors.  There was the facsimilia of a forearm with a clenched fist, a replica of a horse's dick and a huge, fat black one with an apple-sized head which had Marc's asshole instantly buzzing.  Those nigs down at the station didn't even have one that big!

All of a sudden Georgie was at his side again with a key in hand.  "Come on, Marc," he said, ushering him down an aisle which sort of resembled a library, but this one's shelves were stacked with porn films.  They went to the back of the store and a set of swinging doors like those from an old western saloon with a sign above the threshold reading "Viewing Booths."  As he went through Marc looked back over his shoulder and noticed some of the patrons excitedly idling over.

In front of them were four louvered doors, three hanging part-way open.  The enclosure reeked of antiseptic, sweat and pheromones.  The disco beat from next store filtered through the walls.  Behind the one shut door Marc detected a woman's moans and cries as she told her lover to fuck her harder and realized there was a movie playing in that cubicle.  Georgie took Marc by the bicep and led him to another door apart from the others and fit the key he had secured from the fat man into the lock.  He stood aside to let Marc pass through and then shut the door behind them.  It was dimly lit, but Marc could see enough to know this was a narrow passageway which ran behind the wall of the four cubicles.  With his hands on Marc's shoulders Georgie directed him forward.  Marc noticed the four circular holes in the wall right at crotch level through which the only light was filtering.  There seemed to be one for each cubicle on the other side. 

"Wh-what is this?" he whispered to Georgie. 

"These are the glory holes," Georgie told him.

"What's that?" Marc asked, having never heard the term before.

"Go to that one," Georgie directed, pointing to the third in line which would have been the one occupied room, "and tap your hand inside the hole."  Marc looked at Georgie quizzically, but stepped forward and did as instructed.  He gasped when, in short order, a cock pressed through the opening.  Georgie rubbed the small of Marc's back and breathed in his ear, "Glory holes are where men go to get their cocks sucked.  Anonymously."

Marc's eyes widened and he absently licked his thick lips.  He looked to Georgie for confirmation.  Georgie had an excited gleam in his eyes.  He took Marc by the shoulders and pressed him down to his knees in front of the wide hole.  The cock was about six and half, pulsing up and down expectantly with its base surrounded by gray hair, attesting to the fact that its owner was an older man.  Marc liked old men; they were like nasty granddads.  And experience had taught him that they sure liked them.  He found it a little freaky not being able to tell who the man was or what he looked like, but was excited by the prospect.

"Come on, cocksucker," came a desperate voice, "I need to get off!" 

Marc leaned forward and swiped his tongue up the underside of the anonymous cock.  It was already slick and tasted like saliva.  Most assuredly the man used his own spit for lubrication while stroking himself watching his dirty little movie.  At the crest Marc encountered sweet pre-cum oozing from the piss hole.  He moaned appreciatively as it pleasured his taste buds.  If the guy on the other side hadn't already suspected his cocksucker was not female, he knew now.  Marc had a deep, resonating and ball-tingling tone.  He spread his lips around the corona, took it into his mouth and sucked on it.  The man got extremely excited and thrust his groin fully against the wall, sending his inches into Marc's gullet. 

"Fuck, yeah!  Just like that," the older man sighed.  

Georgie squatted down next to Marc for an up-close view.  If there was anyone sucked cock better than Georgie, it was Marc.  The teen's mouth was gliding back and forth over the shaft, shoving his face flush with the wall to devour the full length.  It was an effortless task for Marc.  With his mouth salivating Georgie leaned in and licked the stranger's balls while Marc worked his cock.  The man shivered with delight when he realized two hungry mouths were on him.

Marc yanked off his hoodie and t-shirt, hardly removing the cock from his sucking mouth for seconds.  His tongue glided over the wet, slimy head, tasting the oozing pre-cum.  He filled his mouth with cock, taking it all the way to the back of his throat.  Marc's randy hardon was tenting the crotch of his sweats.  While Georgie chewed the guy's nuts his hand was feeling up Marc's toned chest and teasing his tit buds.  Marc gave his all, working towards the creamy reward. 

From the corner of his eye Georgie spotted another hard cock poking through the hole to his right.  Abandoning Marc's catch he went for a dick of his own.  This one was a fully hard hunk of meat with a pair of heavy, hairy nuts.  The holes had been smartly created so as to pass all the goods through.  George went down on the thick, veined shaft, gobbling it to its root.  The scent of a day's worth of sweat in the man's dense bush told Georgie this one was a laborer fresh from the job.  For all he knew it could have been one of the workers at the plant.  Maybe Josh, that manly hunk he'd had his eye on.  Or perhaps Alex, the sexy dock worker bearing a profusion of tattoos.  Thoughts of either one of them on the other side of the wall had Georgie voraciously sucking on the fine piece of manhood.

Marc's target became noticeably agitated.  Grunting loudly, he shot his load.  Thick, creamy semen pumped into Marc's mouth.  Marc gulped it all down, savoring the flavor and priding himself on not losing a drop.  Taking the man's balls in hand he squeezed so as to get every bit of his ejaculate.  The oldster fell back, his cock disappearing through the hole.  Horny beyond control, Marc brought his eye to the hole and spied as the owner of the delicious load pulled up his slacks and set himself to right.  The gasp caught in Marc's throat.  The guy he had just sucked off was Mr. Carmichael, his fifty-something-year-old English Literature teacher! 

Marc fell back from the hole in shock before Mr. C could catch him looking.  He heard the click of the door as the educator departed.  In serious heat Marc pulled down his sweats and sat there stroking his meat thinking about Mr. C, who'd had the audacity to grade him a, well, "C" in that last exam.  That would certainly never happen again.  Now that he knew about the man Marc would work that grade up an A+. 

Keyed up and wanting more Marc looked over and saw the fine piece of man meat Georgie was slovenly devouring.  With his sweats dragging around his ankles he skittered over there, rudely shoved Georgie aside and laid claim to the prize.  Not peeved in the slightest, Georgie shook his head and chuckled at Marc's tenacity.  Besides, there was a cock wagging through a portal further down and waiting for some attention.  There was never a shortage in this place.  Leaving Marc to tend to the fantasy of Josh/Alex, Georgie stripped off his button-down shirt and introduced himself to the new dick.

Neither Josh nor Alex had taken temporary possession of the cubicle.  Instead Will Hutchins, darkly handsome and very hunky, had his muscular body pressed to the partition.  He was a dock worker, although not at Georgie's plant, and lived in the next town over.  Assisting truckers in loading and unloading their trucks had built him a fine form. Thirty-eight years old, he'd been a married man since eighteen.  Sheila Norris.  Knocked her up when they were seventeen.  Only wed up with her because his Mama said it was the "right" thing to do.  She lost the baby.  Things were touch and go with her for a while.  Afterwards, he just never got around to ending their farce of a marriage.  Once an easy piece, Sheila's thighs had been clamped together for a long while now.  (Although, he sometimes suspected she was more than friendly with her boss, Dickie Rodgers.) 

Will was still a virile man.  Beating the meat only went so far.  After putting in his shift he usually headed over to the titty bar on the other side of town, shot the breeze with the other fellas and watched the dancers shake their shit and try to take some of his hard-earned money.  If she really met his fancy he'd slip a few bills in her string.  And if she totally got him hot and bothered he would meander next door to the private booths and get a suck job.  Will was fairly certain none of the strippers were providing that service.  They were all about money.  And there was no money to be made in giving anonymous head.  Besides, Will was fairly certain there were no girls on the other side of that wall at all.  Queers.  Long as he didn't have to see them (although there was that one time he clearly saw a mustache through that hole) Will didn't care.  What was the saying?  "A mouth's a mouth?"  And some of these queers were better than most girls who'd blown him.  And they didn't spit it out at the end.  That was a turn on in itself.  

Will instantly knew when the cocksuckers had traded places.  The first one was good but the second was friggin' dynamite!  Hungry bastard had swallowed him down to the root in one gulp.  And that was no easy feat.  Will was a hung stud.  His dick was over nine inches hard with a meaty, bulbous knob and fat base, thick around as a sausage and curving dangerously upward.  Big as he was, this cocksucker had effortlessly devoured him.  Will felt certain he was in for the blow job of his life!

Marc showed this well-endowed unknown some true cock love.  His hungry wet lips glided along the throbbing boner, giving it a tantalizing suck job.  Again and again he stuffed the macho meat down into his flexing throat, making the cock's proud owner respond with manly sighs and groans.  It was exciting, even daring, being unaware of the identity of the man on the other side but Marc couldn't help but wonder if face and body matched this superb dick.  His forehead bounced off the partition as he aggressively face fucked the big, beautiful shaft and chewed on the hairy root.  His throat continually convulsed around the fuck rod, making it jump in the confines of his pleasuring sheath.

Suddenly mindful of bringing the stud off too soon Marc came off the large, perfect shaft and directed his attentions to the fat, throbbing head.  Damn, it was beaut!  Absolute perfection.   He ran his tongue all over and around the smooth, crimson fuck horn and tongued the deep, inviting slit.  The man thrust his hips forward and moaned again, teased beyond the point of endurance and frantic to have his unit enveloped by that velvet throat once again.  Marc sucked on the juicy head and nipped at the pronounced ridge while his hand lovingly corkscrewed up and down the throbbing length. 

"Oh, fuck!" the stranger absently gushed.  "This one knows how to work a dick!"  Marc tingled all over when he heard the deep, resonating voice.  This guy just had to be such a hunk!   Probably right up there with his father and Ralph.  The fat knob throbbed in his mouth and rewarded him with a surge of dick honey.  Marc allowed it to marinate on his taste buds and groaned appreciatively, sending waves of pleasure through the guy's nerve endings.  Jeez, even his pre-cum was delicious!

From the corner of his eye Marc witnessed when Georgie's target lost his nut.  Popping it out of his mouth Georgie jerked the guy off, allowing the cum to shoot all over his face.  Slovenly, he took it back into his mouth and washed it clean while semen dripped from his chin, forehead and down over his bare chest.  George winked at Marc, wiped a hand over his face and moved on down the line to the next awaiting dick. 

Marc was so grateful Georgie had introduced him to this place.  And even more appreciative that he had scored the manly cock he was currently servicing.  His jaws were spread wide by the girth of the prick as he lustily devoured it and luxuriated it its manly flavors.  Each time he went down on it his tongue massaged the cum tube running along the underside of the flawless cock.  He cooed like a pigeon when the plump knob was embedded deep in his throat, sending lusty reverberations through the dick, making the man whimper and pound his fist against the separation.

With his groin pressed hard against the hole Will was hugging that wall, his muscular arms spread out to both sides and one side of his face pressed against the sheetrock.  He was breathing heavily, his hazel eyes dreamily rolling up in their sockets and a look of pure bliss on his handsome features.  His big cock had never been entertained so exquisitely before.  Will was just as curious about the sucker as Marc was about him.  Experience had taught him no girl could suck a cock like this so there had to be a dude on the other side.  Probably some fat, ugly middle-aged sissy.  But, boy, what a mouth on him!

Marc handled the heavy set of hairy balls spilling through the suck hole while he made wicked love to the dick.  They were large, bloated and filled his greedy palm.   Marc squeezed and massaged them, desirous of taking them in his mouth and sucking on the silky sac but not wanting to release his lip lock on the tasty dick.  The man was bucking against the wall, obviously enjoying Marc's ministrations.  Although the entire length was embedded in Marc's throat it was as though he was trying to feed even more.

Soon Will was pumping his hips against the wall, taking charge and fucking his big meat through Marc's throat.  Every inch of his hard, working cock slammed through Marc's lips and down his gullet.  It was an awesome face fuck!  Will's thrusts were on point and Marc was an accommodating orifice, gulping the cock down with each thrust.  He sucked on it, jockeyed his head from side to side and took Will from a variety of angles.  Will was nearly out of his mind by now.  Between the wet tongue curling around his member and the tight, slick vibrating channel of the throat he was in paradise.  His hands were clenched into fists against the dirty wall and every muscle, of which there were plenty, in his brawny body came alive.  His heart was thudding against his chest and he could feel life's blood gushing through his arteries.  He felt entirely light headed.  There was a storm raging within him, rapidly reaching its apex. 

With a barely suppressed shout Will Hutchins slammed his cock into the mouth one final time and let loose.  Hot cum ripped up through his fuck tube and exploded into Marc's maw.  Marc felt the cock expanding with each surge and rapidly swallowed to keep up with the flood.  The creamy jism tasted awesome.  He couldn't get enough of it.  When the stud ceased cumming after eight monumental blasts Marc kept sucking, making certain nothing was left to waste.  He ran his tongue over the now ultra-sensitive cockhead and felt the man shudder.  Will's climax had been so powerful he'd nearly lost his balance at one point.  He clung to the wall, panting like a long distance runner and luxuriating in the aftermath of the absolute best sex of his life.

When Will finally drew his dick back through the wall Marc hunkered down near the hole with his hands in the front of his sweat pants stroking his dick while he tried to get a look at this stud.  The guy's big, heavily tendoned hands worked to pull up his faded and worn work jeans.  He also wore a dusty and faded plaid shirt over what looked to be a muscular frame, the sleeves rolled up and showing thick forearms.  Marc attempted to position himself so as to get a look at his face but the dude had turned away from him and was abandoning the cubicle.  Marc just knew the guy had to be a real looker.  Would have loved to have seen his features just in case their paths crossed some place, somewhere. 

Although momentarily distracted his attention was soon caught by another strong looking dick poking through the hole.  He sure was lucking out.  This one was a beaut, too.  An eight inch hunk of man meat not unlike some others he'd serviced in his rather short cock sucking career.  As he grasped the steamy shaft and ran his tongue over the moist head he glanced over to see Georgie had changed partners.  Distracted by the fabulous cock he had just feasted on he hadn't realized Georgie had gotten off the guy he was working on and now had a real black beauty in his mouth.  Not as humongous as Marc's train station dealers but still quite impressive.  Marc often wondered what it was about those black dudes that they all seemed to be massively hung.  Even the black teens on his high school basketball team were well-endowed.  Marc liked black dick.  Evidently George did, too.  He was scarfing down that dark dick as if he had a chocolate addiction.  Marc, meanwhile, was working his lips down to the dark hairs surrounding this new guy's missile and enjoying every thick-veined, tasty inch of it.

If his daddy knew Georgie had brought him to this place he'd be pissed.  Not because he was sucking dick, but because he was doing it without pay.  They had a little side business going on.  Buck's idea.  It wasn't as if he saw much of the money.  Buck was the banker.  He doled out a few bills here and there when Marc asked.  Marc figured what Buck didn't know couldn't hurt either one of them.  Besides, it was practice for when he got with the paying customers at Ralph's Bar.

Marc bathed this strong cock with his tongue, running it up and down the thick shaft, over and around the crown and not leaving a fraction of it unlicked.  The entire thing was glistening with his saliva, making the thick purplish veins seem even more pronounced.  It was hard as steel now and pulsing with desire.  Marc was certain it looked and tasted like one or two others he'd pleasured before.  Georgie, gandering a look at Marc's action, had the same thought.  That studly cock looked awful familiar.  In fact, it looked a lot like his own.  Georgie nearly choked on black cock when he gasped with recognition.  That was his brother's cock!  Marc was sucking off Ralph!

Spitting out the black hog Georgie hobbled over for a closer look.  Yup, not doubt about it.  His brother Ralph was on the other side of that wall.  As many times as Marc had taken Ralph's dick he was surprised the teen hadn't caught on, as well.  It was as if he was looking at his own cock.  The one time he'd gotten to suck it, for just a short while, was like sucking himself.  Nosing his way in he curled his tongue around the shaft while Marc sloppily nursed on the head.  The thick-veined piece twitched excitedly at the attention of two talented tongues.  Georgie hungrily licked the quivering shaft as Marc's tongue swirled around the crown and dragged over the leaking slit. Georgie followed the thick vein on the underside from top to bottom as he reached through the hole, hoping Ralph wouldn't see his tell-tale ring, and dragged his big nuts through.  As Marc took the dick all the way down to the base Georgie worked the hairy pouch.  His mouth drooled as he sucked on his brother's full ball sac.  He took one nad into his mouth, then the other.  His tongue licked underneath where the taste was extra manly.  When he finally freed them from between his hot, moist lips Ralph was grinding the wall.

Georgie returned his attention to the big, beautiful cock, licking and sucking his way up from the base, giving Marc less and less of it to throat.  At the crest he took over, edging Marc out of the way and surrounding the cock head with his own hot, wet mouth.  Marc couldn't be all that upset with Georgie.  After all, Georgie had given him that last gorgeous dick.  Turnabout was fair play.  Leaving Georgie to savor this hot dick he scampered over to the neglected black dick waiting for attention and scarfed it straight down his throat.  The guy on the other side let out a startled "Muthafuck", his cock flexed and pre-cum seeped out of his piss hole to coat Marc's esophagus. Marc held him down there with his nose in the coarse pubes and throat muscles tightened along the heavy shaft.  The cock pulsed maddeningly.  After a remarkably long while he came off it excruciatingly slow until the head popped from his mouth.  Marc sat there on his haunches, curiously stroking and admiring the meat.  He liked dick.  All shapes, sizes and colors.  Wasn't a one he would turn down.  This one he sized up as anywhere between seven to eight inches of chocolate beef blending into a pink, torpedo shaped head of the same width.  The dick had a nice, subtle arc to it and nice, thick cord on the underside. 

"Ah fuck!" the man breathed heavily.  "Put it back in yo mouf!"  And Marc did.  Not all the way, at first.  He sucked on the drooling head, relishing the flavor of a black man's viscous fluids.  He took more than half of it into his mouth, wrapped his lips around the girth and moved up and down on it.  The man groaned and thrust forward, attempting to impale him.  Marc teased and taunted, torturing the desperate guy.  When he was practically climbing the walls Marc's throat muscles yielded and he took the black schlong all the way to the root.  The man bucked the partition, quivering from the treatment Marc was giving his ebony dick.  Marc went to town on the full length shoving his face back and forth on it and banging his forehead against the partition. Mouthfuls of saliva gushed from the corners of his widely open mouth, dripped from his chin and drained down his naked torso.  On the other side Clyde Jones, father of six, reveled in the sensations the marvelous mouth was giving him.  Whoever, whatever, was completely devouring him was obviously mad for his big black cock.   

Next to them Georgie was showing Ralph's dick lots of brotherly love.  The fabulous meat shaft was buried to the hilt in his mouth, just as Clyde's in Marc's.  His tongue swirled around the fat girth like an electric beater, flicking over the heavily veined underside as he fucked his face with it. For most of their lives Georgie had wanted Ralph to himself and now he had him.  Of course Ralph had no idea his late day cocksucker was his brother Georgie.  Didn't even know Georgie frequented this place, although it wouldn't have surprised him.  Ralph was a once-a-week regular, planting himself stage side in the other room and watching the dancer do her bumps and grinds, show her tits and ride his lap in her g-string for twenty bucks.  All horned up, Ralph then trotted over to the booths next door and got himself some free head.  Sometimes the sucker was good, sometimes just so-so.  This one was really showing him some down-and-dirty cock love.  Like Will Hutchins, he pretty much knew there was no babe on the other side.  Didn't matter.  He didn't see the cocksucker; the cocksucker didn't know him.  Or so he thought.

Georgie greedily throated his brother's cock and toyed with his big, loaded sperm sac while Marc gave Clyde similar treatment.  Like a bolt from the blue the realization suddenly struck him that he was being presented with the perfect opportunity to have his ultimate fantasy come true!  Without allowing the big, delicious cock to leave his mouth Georgie swiftly unfastened his neatly pressed pants and yanked them off along with his low-rise briefs.  Normally fastidious about his designer clothing, in his lust Georgie casually tossed them to the floor.  His magnificent dick, a twin of the one he was sucking, sprang out and up with a trail of pre-cum leaking from the head.  Releasing his lip lock on Ralph he spun around to face the opposite direction.  Hunkering down he reached behind to spread his buns and backed up to the partition.  Georgie was right on target.  The wet head of Ralph's cock touched his pulsing pucker.

Georgie pushed back against the fat cock and sighed with satisfaction when it broke through his tight ass ring.  Wriggling his hips to and fro he worked the handsome man tool deeper and deeper into his gut.  With one final shove he slammed his rear flat against the wall and buried the entire length of it up his ass.  The big thing was pulsing wildly inside him, pounding against the inner walls of his man hole.  Georgie's eyes rolled upward and he licked his lips, reveling in the glory of finally having his twin inside him. 

Ralph was in hog heaven with his prize possession encased in a warm, tight and flexing man-gina. All his life he'd been a ladies man, fucking pussy at every chance.  Never had a problem getting it.  Pussy was practically thrown at him.  He'd been a well-built, good looking young man.  Still was.  Back then he'd never have thought one day he'd be fucking man ass.  And all because of Buck Hauser's son.  The lusty teen had practically seduced him.  Ralph had been just horny enough to go for it.  To his surprise he quickly discovered that asshole was as good as pussy.  Possibly even better.  Soon he was banging the young athlete on a regular basis.  Actually anticipating each encounter.  It was an extra kick knowing it was Buck's boy he was fucking.

Marc mewled when he caught sight of Georgie's action.  Wished he'd thought of it when he was doing that working man in the plaid shirt before.  Would loved to have had that dick up his always-hungry pussy.  Bygones.  Besides, this black dick was a worthy piece and would fill out his hole nicely.  Hastily stripping down he spun around in the cramped enclosure and bent at the waist, thrusting his tight teen ass outward.  Reaching between the juncture of his basketball player's thighs he took hold of the cock and lined it up with his winking asshole.  Marc thrust his ass back and the rigid slab negroid meat speared through his pillowy labia.  Clyde groaned when a swampy warmth washed over his sensitive prick.  Marc pushed back hard, driving the thick cock through his wet ass walls until his butt was flush with the partition.  He moaned appreciatively at the wonderful feeling of fullness and fondled the pulsing dick with his insides.

Quivering, Clyde licked his thick lips.  Nothing he liked better than fucking white pussy.  And this one felt fantastic!  Taking control he pulled his dick back until he saw the ridge of his dickhead lodged in the pretty pink hole.  Whitie had his ass pressed so tightly against the glory hole that it was coming through to the other side.  Clyde thrust forward and slammed his big black dick into the receptive pussy.  Marc pressed both hands against the wall in front of him to steady himself and allowed the man to use him.  Clyde pumped his hips back and forth, forcefully throwing himself into the sweet, gripping pussy.  Wasn't his first time fucking asshole but this one was something else, indeed. 

Georgie alternated between fucking himself on Ralph's tool and letting Ralph do the fucking.  Every time his brother shoved into his fuck hole his eyes rolled upward in euphoria.  It was really happening!  Ralphie was fucking him!  And really letting him have it, too!  He always knew his brother was a lusty stud but now he knew first hand just how much.  Ralphie was slamming it to him, making Georgie's cock reverberate with each merciless thrust.  Georgie had his hand wrapped around his pecker and was deliriously beating off in time with Ralphie's gut-wrenching thrusts.  He was gloriously dominated by his own brother. 

Clyde was no slouch, either.  His big black dick was drilling through Marc's wet pussy walls and plunging deep into that special place where the screwing was extra good.  White boy got one hot ass on him, Clyde thought as he thrust into the steamy cunt.  That hole was alive, sucking him from inside with just as much vigor as Clyde's forceful fucking.  It was enough to drive a grown man crazy! 

Both Clyde and Ralph were literally throwing their sweaty bodies against the sheetrock, threatening to break clear through.  Their teeth were gnashing, eyes were wild and they were chugging like locomotives.  Their hips slammed back and forth against that wall, throwing their groins into greedily receptive assholes.  The loop film rental required to occupy a booth had long ceased playing but, from the sounds coming from behind their respective doors, one would have thought a dirty movie was still in progress.  Hard cocks maddeningly pulsed through the two remaining glory holes, anxiously awaiting some treatment and dripping pre-cum onto the cold floor.  In the outside hallway others were impatiently waiting their turn for what sounded like one hell of a good time.  Some had taken to releasing their cocks and stroking while they bided their time. 

With his dark eyes blazing Clyde panted heavily, thick lips pulled back from his gritted teeth in a grimace of perverse pleasure.  Damn, it felt so good up in that hot hole!  Too good.  All at once he was riding the crest of a huge tidal wave.  His big black body shuddered and tightened.  His buried cock flexed wildly, his entire frame hitched and he blew.  Millions of would-be black babies blasted into the clutching pussy.  Later Clyde would swear he saw visions as he lost his essence in the best piece of ass he'd yet had.  That awesome bottom worked him straight through his release, clutching and squeezing, milking out to the final spurt.  And then some.  Afterwards he was hugging the wall breathlessly, unsure he had the strength to zip up and make his way out of the place.  And still that phenomenal ass massaged him, perhaps desirous of another round.  Clyde would loved to accommodate but with the way his heart was pumping in his chest this guy would surely kill him if he went again.  Besides, he had to get home to Maisie and his brood.   As he reluctantly pulled out whitie did his best to hold on, obviously wanting more, also. 

Marc's dick was steel-hard and oozing boy cum all over the place.  The black dude had really doused his hole.  But the fire inside was hardly extinguished.  Curious once again, Marc put his eye to the hole for a look at his benefactor but, once again, the man had his back to him as he gathered himself together and exited.  Immediately another anxiously barreled in, fumbling with his zipper with one hand while the other fed coins to the video machine.  Marc didn't have a clear voice of his face but, from the suit he was wearing, figured he was a businessman just out of the office for the day and in need.  Marc would have been happy to accommodate but, to be fair, there were other cocks waiting impatiently.

He sized up the others protruding through the holes.  Decisions, decisions!  Which to do first?  Damn, he loved this place!  He owed Georgie big time for introducing him to it.  Georgie looked like he was having the time of his life getting skewered by that thick, handsome dick.  Its owner must have some major stamina not to have shot his load already.  Then again, for all Marc knew, he already had.  And just kept going.  Looking again from cock to cock to cock on a whim Marc abandoned them all and crawled up underneath Georgie. 

Georgie had a nice, manly cock.  Kind of like the studly workman he'd sucked off a short while ago.  Just like his brother Ralph's.  Come to think of it, similar to the one plugging Georgie's man hole.  If he hadn't been so hopped up from all the cock at his disposal Marc might have made the connection.  Instead he slipped his wet, hungry lips over Georgie's cockhead and swallowed him down.  Georgie groaned when he felt Marc engulf him and bucked back against Ralph's battering ram.  Unaware of what was happening on the other side Ralph took the bottom's reaction as encouragement and pounded even harder.  Marc took Georgie's rod all the way in and all the way out while sloshing his tongue around the tasty meat.  Georgie whimpered and squirmed, loving the double treatment he was receiving.  His panting grew short and quick as his groaning increased.  Ralph had been fucking him for quite a while now.  Georgie had managed to hold off, wanting to prolong the encounter.  But Marc's direct stimulation of his cock was sure to finish him off.

With a hoarse cry Georgie shivered and lost his load in Marc's rapidly sucking mouth.  Marc furiously swallowed the creamy offering, failing to lose a drop.  At the same time waves of contractions squeezed and tugged at Ralph's rapidly fucking cock and had him panting like a runaway horse.  That asshole had tightened its grip and was doing all sorts of wild things to his meat.  With a guttural moan Ralph buried himself gut deep and shot gob after gob of man cum into the flexing asshole.  Georgie felt each flex of Ralph's meat and knew he was being seeded with brotherly cum.  It seemed as though they had an endless supply.  The Hauser brothers kept cumming and cumming!  Georgie's asshole was awash in a sea of jism and Marc was impressed with the volume of his delicious treat.

Finally drained Ralph remained still for a while while the fucked-out pussy tenderly squeezed his girth.  Damn, that was a good fuck!  Pulling out he shook his dick off, tucked it in his pants, zipped up and staggered out of the booth.  Georgie remained in position, panting with exhaustion while Marc licked his dick clean.  He gasped when another dick suddenly pushed its way into his used hole by the cubicle's new occupant.   This one wasn't as fulfilling as Ralph's had been.  Who could ever be?  It was shorter and thinner, but still hit the right spots.  Georgie allowed the newcomer to use him, tightening himself around the cock to give it added pleasure. 

Marc crawled out from under Georgie and headed to the nearest hole, licking the drool from a waiting piece before taking it totally into his mouth.  For the next hour he and Georgie took on all comers, either orally or analy.  They came in all sizes, most circumcised, some not.  Georgie got dibs on the second black cock of the afternoon while Marc went back and forth between two nice-sized pieces.  The teen was unstoppable; there just wasn't enough for him. 

When a short, but extremely fat uncut piece presented itself Marc slovenly lavished it.  The dick was hairy and tasted unwashed, but Marc treated it as thought it was a prize piece.  Catching Marc's action from the corner of his eye Georgie immediately knew, from past experience, that the nasty cock belonged to the troll who ran the place.  Fat, hairy and ugly was not Georgie's type, but in order to obtain preferred treatment here he had taken the ogre on a time or two.  He also knew that a blow job wasn't what it took to satisfy this creep and waited to see how Marc would react when Rufus, the proprietor, revealed his particular fetish.

He didn't have to wait long.  Ruf dragged his chubby from Marc's lips, shuffled around, squatted and pressed his fat ass up to the glory hole.  Marc was presented with three options: fuck, eat or reject the offering.  The last was out of the question.  The man had not yet been made who Marc would turn down.  The teen moved closer to take stock of the spread ass cheeks and exposed wink-hole nearly hidden by a matt of funky, unruly hair.  The musky aroma of what was probably several days’ worth of sweat and lack of wash made his nostrils bristle.  The hairy crack looked moist and greasy.  He was reminded of Denny, his favorite long-distance trucker.  When Denny came in after a long haul his fat ass was ripe and ready for a tongue bath. 

Marc's tongue came out and swiped up the oily cleft.  The bestial moan from the other side assured Marc he had correctly deduced this man's fetish.  Although it tasted downright gamey, Marc more diligently lapped between the chunky butt cheeks, pausing now and then to remove a coarse hair from his mouth.  His tongue slid through the hairy trench, making it nice and wet.  The guy's knot pulsed each time he glided across it.  When he had the ass hairs slicked down and away from the hole he headed straight for the bull's eye.  Using the tip of his tongue he quick-flicked over the pulsing nodule, coaxing it to open for him.  When the asshole opened Marc drove his pointed tongue between the relaxed folds.  The shit tunnel was slimy and funky but Marc persevered, eating his way deeper inside.  The man bucked against his creamy, all-American jock face and grunted his appreciation.  With his nose buried in the upper region of the fat guy's crack and his face plastered between those cheeks Marc suctioned his lips around the pucker and slovenly ate the pig out.  His tongue stabbed into the chute again and again while he noisily slurped on the hole. 

Whimpering, Georgie could hardly believe what he was seeing.  From past experience he knew how rank Ruf's nasty ass could be.  In order to get a free life's pass to this back room he'd licked it a few times.  But never to the lengths Marc was going.  The kid was all the way up in there!  There was no doubt Ruf was pounding his pud on the other side.  It was the way he got off.  Distracted by Marc's action he was unprepared for the load which suddenly erupted in his mouth, causing him to briefly choke.  Quickly swallowing it down and licking the head clean he wiped the back of a hand across his mouth and stepped away from the hole.  Other cocks awaited but Georgie had to take care of his own needs.

Coming around behind the randy teen Georgie grabbed him by shapely hips and pulled his ass up into position.  Deftly plunging his hot piece into Marc's cum slickened hole he fucked the boy for all his worth.  Georgie drove hard and fast, the way he liked taking it, making Marc grunt and groan into Rufus' greasy asshole.  There was no doubting that Marc had the sweetest pussy in town and Georgie thoroughly enjoyed riding it.  Reaching around, he grabbed hold of Marc's big, perfect Hauser piece and began pumping in time to his frantic thrusts. 

Rufus' thick ass lips pulsed around the base of Marc's tongue as it wriggled around in the cavern of his butt, washing the walls and probing deeply inside.  The sloshy sucking sounds coming from the boy were positively obscene.  Ass juice filled his mouth as he ate the hole like it was some tasty fruit.  Rufus had never been eaten out so thoroughly before.  He knew it was the good looking kid chowing down on him.  Georgie had never been that aggressive with his hole.  Just the thought of that creamy boy-next-door face and pink lips in his hairy butt was enough to drive him to the brink.  His fat fist flew over his thick meat as the tongue tickled his shitter.  Bestially bellowing and violently shuddering he shot his load onto the filthy floor.  His big butt contorted as he spasmed, tugging and squeezing on Marc's masterful mouth piece.

Georgie barreled into Marc shooting waves of indescribable pleasure throughout the athlete's young body.  Unable to hold off any longer Marc's torpedo fired in the grip of Georgie's hand, shooting scads of hot jizz from his cum hole.  The force of his release was so great that it pelted against the wall in front of him.  Georgie's eyes rolled upward at the sensation of Marc's awesome pussy clamping down and frantically squeezing on his battering ram.  He was panting like a dog and trembling all over.  Finally, with a strangled shout Georgie unloaded, sending ball busting wave after wave of hot man juice deep into the teen's bowels.

By this time Rufus had already exited the booth and been replaced by another anxious customer who Marc was taking in his mouth.  Totally spent, Georgie fell against the wall behind him and fought to catch his breath.  He only hoped he was half a good a fuck as Marc was.  It was little wonder the kid was turning trade in the bar basement.  Ralph's clientele had drastically increased since Buck started selling his son's ass there. 

Marc was really hoovering on a decent sized cock enticing Georgie to get back into the action.  Selecting one of the three other expectant dicks he backed up onto the most appealing and fucked himself on it.  They went at it for a while more, pleasing all comers.  Eventually Georgie had to physically wrench Marc out of the place.  The lusty kid was high on cum and wanted to keep going. 

Georgie was certain they both looked a mess as they crossed through the retail space.  Marc positively strutted, carrying his sweat shirt and bare, cum-encrusted chest puffed out just like he did on the court when he scored a tie-breaking basket.  Georgie returned the key to the secret place while Rufus, now back behind the sales counter, slyly told him, "Bring the kid back anytime."  Georgie knowingly winked and pushed Marc toward the door.  The boy was already eyeing up a businessman who had just walked in.

Will Hutchins was slouched behind the wheel of his pick-up truck parked almost directly across from the den of iniquity.  He'd been waiting---and watching---for over an hour.  Sheila would be pissed he was late for dinner, but Will didn't care.  He had to know who had given him the best blow job of his life.  One by one patrons came and went.  Will dismissed them all.  But when the good-looking well-built, bare-chested young man with sweatshirt tied around his trim hips came out followed by a well-dressed, but crumpled, dude of about Will's age he knew they were the ones.  First the older one went down on him, then the younger gave him a real treat.  It had to be!

Suddenly Will gasped.  He knew that kid!  Had seen him before!  Where?  As they walked away from the place, the kid looking reluctant, he searched his memory.  Then it came to him.  Just a few weeks ago he had attended the high school basketball game of his buddy Paul's son.  This teen with the wicked mouth was the star player on the visiting team!  Kid played one heck of a game!  Home team had lost primarily due to his acumen on the court.  Not only could he shoot baskets, this one also sucked a mean cock. 

Starting his engine, his dick ramrod stiff, Will knew he'd soon be visiting Paul's home.  Hopefully his boy would be there.  Subtly he'd inquire into the team they'd played that night.  Although he and Paul were pretty tight Will would be defecting to the cocksucker's team, attending his games and cheering on the talented teen.  Sure enough, he'd stalk the teen like a crazed fan.  Until he got him on his knees again.  As he began the journey home Will fished out his cock and stroked as he maneuvered through the streets, imaging the day when the young man would rock his world once again.