Texas Interlude

by Techbear

It was Friday afternoon and the last class of the week was finally over. I walked out into the cloudless, still, south Texas mid-July afternoon. The brick sidewalk radiated heat -- it was easily over 100F. Humidity hung in the air like a tangible veil. The A/C in the lecture room had been broken all week and, as usual, I was sweating like a horse. My mind was numb from the four hour recitation on protein synthesis. Advanced nutritional biochemistry was a rough course anytime and especially so when crammed into a five week summer session. I was sure ready for the weekend. I was horny as hell.

As I walked across the campus toward the graduate dorm, the prospect of jacking off alone in the room thinking about some hot dude's wet mouth on my hard cock was definitely less than inspiring. I needed something more than another stupid, empty fantasy. I needed human contact - direct, physical, strong, personal, male. I thought about the glory holes I had found in a basement restroom in one of the older buildings on campus. I had checked the place out a couple of weeks before. It looked discrete and secluded, located at the end of a long hall in the basement of an obscure building. No windows, squeaky doors at both ends of the hall to warn of someone approaching, three stalls with doors with large well-positioned round holes in the partitions between the stalls. All in all, as well accommodated a venue as one might ever expect to find. But the only guys I had seen there were a couple of clueless young bleach-blond twink faggots who were obviously more excited by the idea of an anonymous encounter than in actually jacking or sucking some dude's hard cock. When I walked into the restroom, they left in a real big hurry, giggling like adolescent girls. Definitely not my style.

Well, check it out, I thought to myself. It's probably dead as hell on Friday afternoon anyway. I entered the old building, walked slowly down the semi-dark basement steps, opened the outer hallway door, walked the length of the hall, and entered the restroom. The place was dark, silent, and deserted. Someone had been there earlier, though, and evidently shot a substantial load. Cum had run down the sidewall of the middle stall below the glory hole and was puddled on the floor. The air held the lingering smell of spunk and male sweat. Sweet. I sat down in the left stall, figuring that the middle stall was "reserved" for guys who did the work while the side stalls were for guys who wanted to be serviced. I was wearing faded old Levis, a thick sweat-soaked cotton T-shirt, my grungy high-top Nikes, and a pair of heavy week-old white cotton gym socks that doubled as my cum rag at night. I pushed the Levis down around my ankles, leaned back, and started slowly stroking my cock, drinking in the smell of the room and my sweaty body. I figured that if no one wanted to get me off, I would enjoy a nice long slow session and shoot my load on the partition to add to the residual ambience of the place.

After about ten minutes alone, I heard the outer hallway door open and footsteps down the hall. The restroom door opened and, after pausing a moment to check out the room, a dude entered the middle stall and locked the door. Looking down through the glory hole in the partition between us, all I could see was a pair of very worn combat boots, the tops of now dingy, once white, thick cotton socks, long muscular tanned legs, and a pair of dirty worn Levi cutoffs. I could see that the dude was big and well put together, probably a worker from one of the construction sites on campus. I could smell his rank sweat. The dude sat down, let the cutoffs drop to the floor, then unlaced and loosened the tops of his scuffed up boots - a little strange but interesting. I just hoped that he wasn't some closet straight boy who wanted his cock sucked before his Friday night date. I could now see more of his socks and they were definitely well-worn and seriously stained. The smell of his sweaty socks and old leather boots slowly filled the room. I could not see him take off his T-shirt but apparently he had because he used it to wipe up the cum on his side of the partition and the floor. I heard a sigh of pleasure and figured he was smelling the spunky shirt. Cool. Even if this guy didn't do me, his act was hot and I was getting really turned on.

After a couple of minutes, he dropped the T-shirt between his legs on top of his cutoffs and ran his finger around the edge of the glory hole, the standard signal that he wanted to play. I stood up and let my half-hard cock hang through the hole. I felt his strong sweaty hand close around the shaft of my cock. He started stroking me slowly. God, it felt good. The dude really knew what he was doing. I was rock hard in less than a minute. Then I felt what had to be his lips close around my cock head and his tongue start working it inside his warm mouth. Awesome. He gently pulled my balls through the hole and began rubbing them lightly with his other hand. Nothing like someone working on you equipment who knows what turns on a man. After a couple of minutes, he stopped working my cock head and spoke in a soft low voice.

"You like that, dude?"

"Hell, yes. I like it."

"You got a beautiful cock."

"Thanks. You really know how to make a guy feel good."

"I try. You like it fast or slow?"

"The slower the better. Make it last, dude."

"I can do it really slow if you want. I like to get a guy's nuts and cock throbbing before I make him cum."

"Do it. Do it as slow as you can. Make my big cock ache, dude."

"Yea. I'll milk you real slow and make you come like a horse."

"Do it."

His mouth returned to the head of my cock, he continued to work my balls gently, but he stopped stroking me off and started running his fingers lightly up and down the length of my shaft. What an incredible feeling. I started hunching the partition, trying to thrust my cock further into his mouth. His tongue started worked my PA back and forth. Some guys were put off by the 4 gauge ring through the head of my cock but this dude took to it like a duck to water. I had had the PA put in a year earlier during a wild, lost weekend in SF but I had never really understood the benefits of having it until now. I was getting so horny that my legs started shaking and I had to hold onto the top of the partition. Wow!

After perhaps five more minutes, we heard the outer hallway door open. The dude didn't jerk away immediately but slowly stopped what he was doing. He ended with a gentle kiss on my sweaty balls. We both sat down. He spoke again.

"Let's take a break."

"We don't have much of a choice."

"Its probably just a horny college boy that wants some quick relief. If he's got a nice cock, I'll jack him off. If not, I'll ignore him until he leaves. So take a break. I'm a long way from finished with your beautiful big cock."

"Cool. I was getting way too close to losing it, anyway."

"So do you like to watch a guy getting jacked off?"

"Yea. I'll watch."

Sure enough, the boy who came in went into the empty stall and had his nice firm cock through the glory hole between his and the middle stall as soon as he could unzip his Levis. My new friend worked him with both hands and he shot a massive load in a couple of minutes. He caught the boy's cum in his hand and rubbed it into the top of his left sock. The boy left.

I saw my friend's upper body for the first time. He had massive upper arms and a very well defined chest. His hair was brown and shaggy neat. And, damn, he had a cute, intelligent-looking, masculine face - big brown eyes, a nose that had been broken and healed enough off-center to be interesting, and a sweet crooked smile. He looked to be in his early 20's. He later told me he was 24 and a couple of years out of the marines. He had a nice set of nuts and an average sized cock. He was wearing a heavy stainless steel cock ring. On a smaller guy, his cock would have appeared very large but what he had was in proportion with his body. He was actually quite attractive. And he sure had big wide feet. As I discovered later, size 14EEE feet on a 193cm 100kg muscled-up ex-marine were definitely an asset.

"You liked that?"

"Yea, it was hot. He shot a good load."

"Yea, some guys spunk more but he was OK."

"So you like to keep the cum?"

"Yea. I guess I'm a little weird. I like to get the top of one of my socks totally spunk soaked and then jack off with it when I get home. Too weird?"

"No, very cool. I jack off in my sweat socks every night. But I've never tried it like that."

"Well, I come down here a couple of times a week. I usually jack six or eight guys so my sock gets really wet and slimy. I like the feel of other guy's hot cum on my cock."

"Awesome."

"It feels really fine."

"I bet. And if you're offering, I'd like to find out how good it feels."

"You're on, dude. But I can't take my socks off down here. I've been wearing 'em all day at work with these boots for about three months and the smell is pretty awesome. Too raunchy for most of the college boys who visit this place."

"No doubt. I understand. Well, my place or yours?"

"Which is closer?"

"Probably mine, I live on campus. I have a private room in the graduate dorm."

"OK, we can go there. But if you want to enjoy it the way I do, I need to get a few more loads of college boy cum before we leave."

"Fine. I like you working on my cock but I also like watching you make other guys shoot."

"So hang in there for a few minutes. Fridays are usually pretty busy. Three or four more loads will be enough. In the mean time, stick your cock back through the hole and I'll work on that PA some more with my tongue. It won't make you cum but it will sure make your cock feel good. And when we get to your place, I want to work on you for a couple more hours before you shoot your load."

"Sounds good. And if you want, I wouldn't mind returning the favor."

"Yea, I'd like that, dude. That's really nice. It's been a long time since I've had anyone who wanted to work on my cock and balls. Most guys think I'm too raunchy and kinky, I guess. Or they just want what they want and don't care about what anyone else needs."

"I think you've met your match."

So I stood back up and gave him my cock through the glory hole and he worked my head like a hungry calf. But, like he said, it was a pretty busy place and our pleasure was interrupted six times in the next hour. Each time, he jacked the boy to orgasm within a few frantic minutes. His technique was just perfect -- one hand stroking the spit-lubed cock and the other teasing the boy's nuts. And when each boy started shooting, he caught the spunk in his hand and, as before, wiped it on the top of his left sock. The restroom reeked of male sweat and fresh cum. One kid actually came back for a second hand job and shot a respectable load the second time around. Between his tongue working my PA and watching him jacking one boy after another, my balls and my cock were aching something fierce. I was as horny as I had ever been in my life and told him so.

"Well, lets go then. I'm ready to give your cock my full attention. My sock is totally soaked with spunk. You can't imagine how good I'm gonna make you feel, dude."

"I think I have some idea."

We walked out of the building together. It was still hot and humid as hell. We were checking each other out and liking what we were seeing. He was very attractive in a understated masculine way. Definitely not a twink, but not really a jock type either. Definitely not a screaming fag, but not oppressively macho. A natural unpretentious man. Obviously very comfortable with himself and obviously very talented.

"You're pretty nice, dude. Most guys just want to get their rocks off and go. You act different. Like you care."

"I do. And you're pretty nice yourself. I hope I won't scare you off if I say that I think we may have both been looking for each other for a long time. A little strange and unexpected in this place, but I'm glad it's happening. Tell me, is that too crazy for color TV?"

"Hell, no. I feel the same way."

"I'm Matt."

"I'm Bastien."

"Unusual name, Bastien."

"Yea, I was born upriver from Quebec City but my family moved to the States when I was a little boy. My friends call me Basti."

"Well, officially I'm Matthew, but no one calls me that except for folks who don't know me and my parents when they are angry."

"Same here. If I hear Bastien, I know I'm in trouble."

We both laughed. If we had been in San Francisco, I think we would have walked along holding hands. It would have felt very natural, the right thing to do. But we were in Texas and holding hands was definitely not on the agenda. So we walked side by side, a little crazed by our growing mutual lust, chatting about nonsense, intoxicated by the redolent smell of freshly-mown grass and each other's sweat.

We arrived at the dorm. My room was on the first floor off an outdoor patio hallway. We went inside, I locked the door, and slipped the deadbolt. The shades were drawn and the lights were off. We had just enough light to see each other if we had been looking. But we weren't looking. We just stood facing each other in the middle of the room with our eyes closed and embraced, pressing our hardening cocks against each other's thighs. We were both soaked with sweat and we tasted each other's salty wet clothes and skin. Basti moaned and whimpered softly as I licked his neck and nuzzled his chest. I buried my face in each of his armpits and went crazy, smelling the rank, incredibly strong weeks-old construction worker sweat. Then he did the same to me. Although I never washed my armpits, I had worn my T-shirt only one day and knew that I couldn't offer him what he had offered me. But what I had apparently turned him on. It had been a long time since either of us had touched another man in a caring, tender way. He gently pushed me back to the bed.

"Lie down, Matt, and let me take off your clothes."

I did as he said without a word. He knelt down by my feet and worked the laces of my Nikes loose with his teeth. With the laces untied, he pulled off the Nikes and buried his face in my week-old sweaty cum-stained socks. I could feel his tongue as he licked and chewed my stinking socks. He was whimpering like a little lost puppy. So fuckin' hot. After a while he got the top of each sock in his teeth and pulled it off. He started licking my hot sweating feet, sucking my toes and working up and down the soles and tops of my feet real slow. My cock was bulging in my Levis and twitching like crazy. Just when I thought I couldn't stand it any more and started to unbutton my Levis, he reached up and did it for me. He pulled the Levis off and just knelt between my legs looking at my equipment.

"You like having you feet licked, don't you?"

"Can you tell?" Jesus, dude, I've never felt so good."

"I've just started."

He didn't say anything more but resumed what he had been doing to me in the restroom. One hand working my balls, one hand slowly stroking my cock, his tongue working my PA, his lips closed around my cock head. I was so horny I started shaking all over and moaning softly. After a few more minutes, without taking his mouth off my cock, he moved around and sat on the bed beside me. He continued to work my PA while he unlaced his boots, kicked them off, and took off what had to be the most raunchy, stinking, sweat and cum-stained socks I had ever seen or smelled in my life. My dorm room was transformed into a high school locker room after a Friday night football game. Memories of my frustrated youth flooded over me as I realized that this was what I had been looking for all those years. It had always been just beyond my reach. Now it was here, tangible, incredibly real, unbelievably intense.

He stopped sucking me and took off his T-shirt. Around his neck was a long sweat soaked, thick rawhide thong. He wrapped the thong around the base of my cock a couple of times and then around the base of my nuts so that they were stretched down a little and pulled away from my cock. He tied the rawhide in place and gently bounced my nuts in the palm of his hand. I had never felt anything so good in my life. I couldn't imagine I could feel any better until he pulled the cum soaked sock over my cock and started jacking me off inside it. The warm spunk felt awesome on my shaft. The friction of my super-sensitive cock head on the inside of the sock was unbelievable. The end of the sock rubbing against my stretched, tied nuts was driving me totally crazy. I needed to cum so bad but he just kept stroking me slowly and telling me to hold off a little more. He lay down beside me with his head in my crotch and started licking my swollen nuts and thighs. He was still wearing his cutoffs but his crotch was beside my head. I shifted a little to my right side and buried my face in his crotch. I could smell the pre-cum that had oozed through the front of his Levis and see his stiff cock throbbing and twitching under the wet fabric. I started licking and nuzzling his balls and cock and he responded by pushing up against my face. My balls were afire and my cock was straining for relief. Almost involuntarily, I started shooting load after load inside his sock. I think I kept going for a couple of minutes. I know I had never creamed so much.

After a couple of minutes he took the spunky sock off my cock, handed it to me, stripped off his cutoffs, and lay back with his big dick twitching in the air. Neither of us said a word. I pulled the sock down over his cock and started stroking him slow as he had done me. He started hunching my hand and moaning. I licked his big nuts and then sucked them into my mouth, working the sweaty taut skin with my tongue. After a couple of minutes, he started bucking and squirming and finally cut loose. I could see his cum oozing though the fabric of the sweat stained sock. I counted four huge loads. I took the sock and smelled our mixed spunk.

We lay back exhausted and caught our breath. The room wasn't particularly hot but we were both sweating like wrestlers in a sauna. He untied the rawhide thong and rubbed my cock and balls gently. I worked his big nuts and limp cock back through the cock ring he had been wearing. He rolled over against my legs and starting licking my sweat. I did the same and over the next half hour we tongued each other all over -- legs, balls, cock, abdomen, chest, armpits, arms, neck, and face. The smell and taste of our rank sweat was truly intoxicating. He were both hard again when we finished. He picked up his spunked-out, sweat sock and rubbed it in his face, obviously enjoying the smell of the cum and sweat and leather. He handed it to me and I did the same. Then he picked up his other sock, sniffed it momentarily, and tossed it in my direction. He smiled his goofy, crooked smile.

"If we work at it, I'll bet we could get this one in the same shape by morning. Wanna try?"

"Oh, yea."