Daddy, What's A Glory Hole?

I got home from the Venus Adult Bookstore two loads lighter after back to back blow jobs from a handsome daddy with an amazing mouth. It was close to dinner time and I could smell the roast pork in the oven and the shrimp and garlic my Mamasita, Luz, had going on the stove. Her husband, my stepfather, Harry, loved it when she got all spicy Latina in the kitchen-- and in the bedroom.  I jumped in the shower, changed my clothes and made it to the dinner table just as Harry sat down. He was wearing a white wife beater and his giant pecs and arms spilled out of it while his gladiator legs and big, firm ass strained against his baby blue boxers. I was wearing the skinny kid’s version of his outfit. When his big, bare feet touched mine under the table, just for a moment, it sent a lightning bolt through me.

“Heeeere’s Sparky!” Harry said with a big grin.

Luz bustled in and set a platter of steaming shrimp and garlic on the dining room table. She kissed the top of my head and said, “I hope you’re hungry, mi guapito.” She smelled of saffron, linen and a hint of that perfume she loved by her idol, Jennifer Lopez,

When she sat down at the table she beamed at both of us. “My two favorite men. I’m a lucky girl.” The whole scene was like a Puerto Rican Hallmark card. Why not? After some rough, lonely years, working hard as a dancer and raising my bratty ass on her own, she was married to a man she loved, a hot man who adored her and—I liked him too! And for a change, I wasn’t such a pain in the ass.

All swept up in the Hallmark glow, I blurted, “Let’s say grace!”

Mom and Harry were shocked. I hadn’t been to church since my communion. I saw my mother had tears in her eyes and so did Harry. Oh shit.

“What do we say, my wonderful boy?” mom asked.

“Um...I got this,” I said and grabbed both of their hands.  “Let’s bow our heads.”

We did.

“Oh Lord, thank you for this beautiful meal on this beautiful day. Thank you for my beautiful Mamasita. And thank you for my new dad, Harry. I hope we can always be as happy and, um, connected as we are right now.”

Mom burst into sobs and Harry was all choked up too, his bright blue eyes filled with tears. He squeezed my hand in his big, calloused mitt and I squeezed back.

“Thank you, Sparky. That means a lot to me. I never had a real family before.”

“Sure,” I said. I thought I was only kidding but now I was all caught up in the glow of this new family postcard. And-- I had a boner.

The meal was delicious and they both gazed lovingly at me through their tear-streaked eyes. I wasn’t used to being the good boy. I don’t know if I liked it. Hey, I wanted to say, I was at the Venus Adult Book Store today! You know, just to fuck things up but, for a change, I kept my trap shut.

When dinner was over, Harry came over to me and wrapped me up in a big bear hug. He took me by surprise so I had my hands at my sides and I couldn’t feel him up. The contours of his generous man-frame felt good against my lean body. I wanted to gnaw on his furry, pink nipples which were in my face and I felt the heft of the fat cock in his shorts. Could he feel my boner? Harry kissed the top of my head and squeezed me even harder.

“I love you, Sparky,” he growled. “You made me and your mom very happy tonight.” Then he kissed the top of my head. My body melted into liquid and my ears popped. I love you too, Daddy, was on the tip of my tongue and I’m pretty sure I didn’t say it.  When he let me go Harry went to the kitchen to help Luz with the dishes and I slid to the floor in a puddle. I went to my room and lay down for a half hour just to calm myself down and sort out all these feelings. Then I got dressed and headed out. It was Drag Night at Jazz Date, the local gay bar and I wanted to hang with my favorite drag queen, Tequila Mockingbird. I passed the living room where Harry and Luz were snuggled on the couch, watching TV and eating ice cream, giggling like kids. I didn’t know people were even supposed to make each other happy that way.

I went in through the bar door. The bar didn’t open until 8 and everything was still quiet. Tequila (his boy name is Javier) was halfway through his 90 minute makeup routine. He was a handsome man with big, melty brown eyes, dark hair and a dimple in his perfect chin. I thought he could get away with a little powder, some eyeliner and red lipstick but no, turning Javier into Tequila was his quality time with himself. And, it was all about the illusion.

He saw me in the mirror and said, “Lordy, baby. What’s up with you? You look like a choir boy!”

I guess it isn’t so easy to shake off grace, once you say it and get it.

“Nothing. I’m cool. You hosting tonight?”

“Yes. Is your sexy daddy driving you crazy?”

“No.” Then I gulped.  “Well, maybe a little.”

“I’ve seen him around town and that man is fine! You can send him my way. And, it won’t be incest or against the law and shit. Everybody wins. See how I watch out for you?”

“Si, Papi.”

“Now beat it, cutie. I have to go into my zone so I can get into character. But stay for the show. I’m trying out some new stuff and I want your opinion.”

I went into the bar. Elvis, the bartender, was cutting up fruit.  He looked up and grunted at me. He was always grumpy until he downed a few shots of whiskey just before the joint filled up. Then he took off his shirt and turned into Mister Personality with a big, sparkling smile. A former Mr. Tegucigalpa, he was a short, solid Honduran with massive smooth pecs that a little gold cross bounced between.

The bar was bathed in sunset gold that poured in through the tinted windows and bounced off the red lanterns hanging from the ceiling. For one hour every early summer evening, Jazz Date looked like a giant Tequila Sunrise.

I went straight to the video game, Galaga, which must have come with the joint when George Washington turned it into a gay bar in 1787. I tried to beat the previous high score, which was mine, last week. All the highest scores were mine. I ran out of quarters so I went to the bar and asked Elvis for change. His back was turned to me as he cut the limes and lemons. I cleared my throat. It was only him and me in the joint and there was no music yet so I’m pretty sure he heard me.

“Excuse me,” I said. “Can I get some change?”

His shoulders stiffened and he didn’t turn around or answer me.

“Hello! I said, can I get some quarters?”

He didn’t turn around but said, “Fuck no!”

“What’s your problem?” I said, being all bad-ass.

He spun around and grabbed my neck with one big hand and threw the knife on the floor behind the bar.

“You’re my problem! I got work to do. You ain’t supposed to be in here no way anyway!” His voice was deep and gravelly and I was shocked to see fury in his eyes. Still, I had to stop and think about “no way anyway.”

I grabbed at his thick stone wrist and it was hard to get the words out with his paw clamped on my throat but I managed to squeak out, “Fuck you!”

Then he slapped me. I spit in his face.

In a flash, he leapt over the bar, knocked me to the ground and was on top of me. I was flat on my back and he had both hands on my throat.

“You little fucking pussy! Who do you think you are?” he hissed, his big black eyes swirling dangerously in their sockets.

I was scared shitless. I couldn’t breathe but I managed to squeak out, “Fuck you.” I had no spit left or he would have got a face full. The afternoon sun poured in on us.  I felt like I was on a beach, a beach with no sand but instead a dingy purple carpet that smelled like spilled beer.  I couldn’t breathe. I was dizzy. The sun blinded my eyes but it felt good, being in the sun on this purple carpet beach. This is how I die, I thought. On this beach with this man on top of me. Bye, Mom. Bye Harry.  I passed out.

From far, far away, I felt my face being slapped. My body was ice cold. A hot mouth was on top of mine. Big, full soft lips covered by lips and hot breath was being pumped into my mouth. My head was being cradled. My body started to warm up. The frantic mouth to mouth slowed down. My breathing was regular. Elvis breath felt good inside me, miraculous, life-giving. He was kissing me, deep, deep kisses with his tongue rooting hungrily around my mouth. My hands were getting warm and I wrapped my arms around his solid back while my body squirmed under him. His hot Honduran man-blanket felt good on top of me. I felt the poke of his thick cock inside his jean shorts. I had a boner.

Elvis came up for air and I could breathe on my own again. He kissed my neck then put his mouth over my left ear and whispered, “Mi bebito. Mi bebito” I should have hated him for trying to kill me but I liked him calling me his baby boy. He pulled up my shirt and licked my Hershey kiss boy nipples. Nobody ever did that before. I liked it and my legs parted and his solid body instantly wedged between them.  He rocked me in that position for a while, spreading my legs wider.

Elvis lifted my hips and slid my shorts down. My boy cock sprung out, pulsing, ready for whatever came next. Elvis pulled my shorts down to my knees, then raised my legs so they were over my head. I was pinned back with my long cock almost poking me in the face. I felt his rough thumb play with my virgin boy hole, gently probing and pushing. He spit on my hole and I gasped, his hot spit felt good there, just right. I felt him breathing around my hole. What was next? Was he going to try to fuck me? I don’t get fucked. I stick my dick into most available holes but I never had one inside me and I never will. It would hurt too much.

Elvis clamped his full pillow lips on my hole and breathed into it. It was mouth to ass resuscitation and it felt good. He licked around the edges of my hole, getting closer and closer to the twitching center. His thumbs pried my hole wider and he spit on it again and again—I liked it! Nobody ever did that to me before and it was a whole new kind of sensation that spread from my tight opening into my hips, warming them up for the next thing, whatever that would be.

He lowered my legs and kept them spread. I felt the head of his big cock, poised, hot and throbbing, at my boy hole, its pre-cum silkily lubricating my rosebud. Elvis pushed forward and pulled my hips closer with his big mitts. My ears were pounding and the rhythm was perfectly timed with his pulsing cock. No no no! I wanted to say, thought I said but I wound up just moaning, oh, oh, oh. He pushed in gently and I felt and almost heard the pop as his swollen cock head penetrated my clenched crack. Ow! It hurt and my ears started to ring. For a moment I thought I was going to pass out again. Elvis clamped his mouth over mine and whispered, mi bebito, mi bebito and stuck his tongue down my throat. His fat dong slowly inched deeper into me and my tight virgin tunnel expanded to accommodate him. NO! This is not for me! I said, I think I said. Oh!  I might have said. I was starting to feel something, it was, well, different. Having a fat cock inside you, once it crossed a certain threshold, was, well, it wasn’t so bad, as long as Elvis took it slow and edged his way into my center. His cock pulsating inside me synched with the beating of my heart, the beating of his heart as his brawny chest was pressed against my scrawny one.

I had a boner at first then my cock softened in his first thrust, I was too preoccupied with the ass invasion. Now, as Elvis gently and steadily rocked me, his stiff, solid, silky tool buried all the way inside my velvet tunnel, my dick started to stir. Crushed up against his washboard abs, my pretty teenage cock was getting a rugged massage while my balls were getting the aftershocks of Elvis’ steady rocking. Mi bebito, mi bebito, he moaned in my ear with his deep gravelly voice. It made my cock harder and I couldn’t think straight anymore, I couldn’t think at all. Uh, uh, uh, I said, he said, someone said. I felt a rumbling in my hips, my whole lower body was tingling and bubbling and shaking. My whole body was shaking.

Mi bebito. I felt my boy load rumbling inside my tight, pounded balls and roil its way up through my dick. I pulled Elvis deeper into me, wrapped my long legs across his broad back and felt my giant, churning load start to squirt out of my cock in steaming, splashing spasms. The first two pulses hit my chin and the rest poured into the tight space between our two clasped bodies. My gasping fuckhole clamped around his steel rod.  Elvis grunted and pushed even deeper into me and started humping me like a jack rabbit. My interior nerves were all jangly and raw and I wanted him to stop. Um, um I was clearing my throat so I could say Please stop but Elvis stuck his wide tongue down it so I couldn’t say anything. He didn’t stop. Well, now I’m fucked, I thought. Really fucked. Do I like it? Don’t know yet. My mind started to drift, I nodded out and forgot where I was. Oh yeah, on a beach with the sun pouring in on me and the hot man on top of me, inside me. The sand felt scratchy on my back, no, not sand it was that smelly old purple carpet. Elvis kept pumping me.

Then--my ass started to twitch again and I felt my cock start to stretch and come back to life. The relentless internal massage from Elvis was feeling pretty good. I was getting used to having a big piece of meat inside me. No wonder people liked it so much. My crushed boy balls started to tighten. My lower body felt all tingly and warm, like melted butter spiked with rum, a body-length leisurely rush as my hole tightened around Elvis. My cock expanded into the available space between our two clinched bodies; the rest of me was melting in all that buttery rum.

Elvis started to grunt like a pig. I guessed he was getting close. I liked this new all-filled-up feeling. I rotated my hips to take more of him in and get him closer and in deeper. What’s it like when somebody shoots a load in you? No! I don’t want that! But….

I was covered in his sweat and my boy jizz.  His grunts were loud, a little scary. I looked at his face and his eyes were swirling black pools, like when he choked me, you know, years ago, minutes ago. So what? Fuck him. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me! Fuck me!!!! My whole body vibrated, pulsated with some powerful sensation.  Damn! I was squirting again, the hot juice hit my chin again in the first shot. Elvis licked it up and then spit it back in my mouth. Fucked up. Tasty. My shaking, quivering body was all over the place and still pinned down.

Suddenly Elvis let out a loud howl and yanked his cock out of me. I felt like half of me, including my soul got yanked out too. He straddled my chest and stroked at his throbbing, enormous meat. Oh, he’s uncut, I noticed with that giant thing in my face. The sweat poured off of him and onto me. He shifted forward and sat his giant, smooth balls on my mouth and I licked the sweat, salt, testosterone and salsa off them. He tasted good. He pulled back and aimed his hefty tool at my mouth. I opened wide, ready for whatever he had to give me. One more big howl and sizzling dollops of his jizz glopped down my throat, on my tongue, across my lips. I gulped them down, licked them up and gulped down some more. I put his beautiful meat in my mouth and let it rest there. I could taste my inner being on him and tasted his ferocious pride. Damn! I loved him! (I think).

Elvis stood up and grabbed a towel from the bar. He tenderly wiped my face and my chest and belly where those pools of jizz had collected, then he wiped between my legs. “Tight, Nice. Clean,” he said. I tried to get off the floor on my own but I was pudding and Elvis gave me a hand up.

 "I gotta get back to work. We open in a few. You take care,” Elvis said and headed to the staff bathroom in the back where there was shower stall.

That was it, my Hallmark Valentine from Elvis: Tight. Nice. Clean. For a minute or so I was in love with him. Does everybody fall in love with the guy who takes your cherry? I straightened myself up and looked around. The bar looked so different now. The sun had set and the Tequila Sunrise glow was gone, along with the beach/sand/carpet illusion. My back was all scratchy from the carpet and my body still quivered and ached, inside and out. But it was a good ache because something real had happened.

I walked out of the bar and went to the Marina. I walked along the waterfront, looked across Raritan Bay and listened to its gentle, steady lapping against the pier. I overhead snippets of boat chatter and saw the glow coming from New York City 20 or so or a million miles away. I bought a butter pecan ice cream cone at the nearby stand and sat on a bench, looking at the view but not really seeing it. Who am I now? Where am I going? Where do I belong? I liked doing it with guys but I was I even really gay? Do I have to know that for sure? A hot man always make me look and makes my heart thump. I was happy that Mom had Harry. He treated her like a queen and she deserved that.  I liked Harry. I respected him. I had the hots for him. But there was nothing I could do about it. And, Oh shit! I forgot all about Tequila. I said I would see the new show.

It was a long day and I was tired. After all, between the bookstore and Elvis I had shot four loads. I did one more stroll around the promenade and headed home. When I got inside I could hear the TV. It wasn’t that late, only around ten so the old folks were probably still up and snuggling like love birds.

Harry was alone on the couch, laughing at something on TV. He gave me a big smile.

“Hi Sparky! You’re home! Your mom conked out and went to bed. Come and hang with me.” He patted the spot on the couch next to him.

As I walked toward him, he said. “Whoa. What happened to you? You okay?”

“Yeah. Why? Nothing’s wrong.” Oh shit. Was he trying to be a Dad? I don’t want that.

“You sure? You look, I don’t know, different. Something is up.”

“Nope. I’m good. No worries.”

He squinted eyes, inhaled. Then he smiled a wicked smile.

“You just got fucked. I can tell. You got that freshly-fucked look.”

“Shut up. You’re crazy.” I turned away from him. “I’m going to my room.” I did NOT want to have this conversation with my step father.

“Oh, I don’t care, Sparky, as long as you’re okay,” Harry said. “I’ve been around and seen a few things. Done a few things.”         

“Um…” was all I could say.

Harry patted the couch again. “Come sit with me, Sparky. Let’s chill. I’m watching Dumb and Dumber. I love this stupid shit. You can use a laugh and I would like the company. You hungry?"

“No.” I sat next to him. Jeff Daniels was yelling at Jim Carrey. “You just want me to drive you to Aspen so you can meet that girl that lost her briefcase!”

“Yeah so? “Jim Carrey says, “So? I just wanna go someplace where we know somebody who can plug us into the social pipeline.”

Social pipeline. It was so fucking stupid, but I laughed. Harry laughed too and squeezed my shoulder.

THE END