Sammy Wayne's life was a puzzle and he was having a hard time
putting the pieces together. How had he got into this situation?
He thought about his situation and his life in general. He tried
to see himself as someone else might see him, and found that his
life could be compressed into three sentences.

A young man still, only thirty-two this year, held a degree in
political science and the position of city clerk at the
courthouse. He had important friends and lived in a nice house,
he wasn't rich but he was not uncomfortably poor. Loved, and was
loved by his wife, Sloan and their son Matt, soon to be ten years
old.

The piece missing from this happy scene was the thing that
spoiled the puzzle. His sex life was not doing too well. He had
been a normal male with normal sexual desires; all he had wanted
was a source of regular sex from a woman. Was that asking too
much? It seems that it was.

In the beginning when he was dating Sloan he lived for his
expectations, she would not consent to sex until after they were
married. While they were honeymooning Sammy found that anything
to do with sex, other then missionary, was something that held no
interest for Sloan. But she did seem to enjoy sex in her limited
way, and Sammy did enjoy spending time with her.

After they had Matt things changed, she didn't seem interested in
sex and it began to become a chore to her.  Fucking was just one
more thing to do before the day was done. Cook supper, clean the
kitchen, help Matt with his homework and fuck Sammy Wayne. Her
attitude came through so clearly that Sammy quit looking for sex
at home with her. Sloan never acted like she missed his advances
so they both let their sex life die a natural death.

If nothing else Sammy Wayne was adaptable, he just started to
beat his meat much as he had before he was married. He was
ashamed of doing it; the thought of getting caught in the act
pretty much meant that he didn't do it when his wife was at home.
His attitude made her an obstacle to his sexual satisfaction
rather then the solution. He got to the point that he would lose
his erection whenever she was around him.

As time passed Sammy Wayne became less and less satisfied with
the 'oneness' of beating his meat. He wanted to have sex with
somebody. He was hungry for some ' two person' sex. He didn't
want to hurt his wife but he was tired of doing without. Besides
if she wanted him to stay within the marriage sexually then she
had to come across with the sex he needed. He wanted more sex but
without having to have a 'relationship' with another woman. Even
though he thought that the whole mess was the fault of his wife,
he didn't want to hurt her. He not only didn't find her sexy
anymore, but he didn't find any other woman sexy anymore either.
Whatever feelings he had about her these days didn't include
thinking of her as a lover. He loved her as the wife in his
marriage and the woman who mothered the child that he loved but
he did not think of her as a lover.

There was another angle to this also, what if he was impotent?
His dick would not sustain an erection the last time he had tried
to fuck Sloan. He felt that it was just the thing between them.
The only way he could be sure was to try to fuck another woman
and he really wasn't ready to betray his wife that badly.

He wasn't gay but he wanted a no strings attached sort of thing
so he found himself at the local bookstore getting blowjobs at
glory holes. He could get away with this because he knew that he
truthfully was not attracted to men. As a matter of fact it was a
great help not to have to see the man who was doing the sucking.
Lips were lips and their sex didn't matter.

This makeshift solution to his sex problem seemed to have worked
out very well and Sammy was as happy as a married man can
reasonably expect to be. Since he didn't hound her like he used
to in the past, his wife thought that he had adjusted to her
sexual moods and was happy. Without the demands for sex putting a
strain on their marriage they both were getting along better with
each other.

So Sammy had no reason to think that any thing out of the
ordinary was going to happen that Friday night that he went to
the bookstore.

But he was wrong about that.

He had gotten his tokens and went into the back room where the
stalls were located. Over the years of coming here he had come to
enjoy the center stall because it had two holes, one on each
side. He was happy to see that his favorite stall was open. When
he went to insert his tokens into the slot they somehow spilled
to the floor where they rolled all over the place. Sammy got to
his knees and started to pick up the tokens. He didn't notice the
sound of the door in the next stall closing. He had no ideal that
anybody was watching him as he crawled around on his knees
looking for tokens. The first thing that alerted Sammy to his
situation was when the dick brushed against his ear. In a reflex
motion he turned his head to see what he had brushed against.

That's how he came to find himself eyeball to eyeball with a big
hard cock. It hung there heavy and thick looking, bigger then his
cock both in length and girth. The cock seemed to be a beggar in
the way it seemed to bow toward him and yet there was a demanding
aspect to it also. Sammy was frozen solid and seemed to be
confused about what was the polite way to deal with this. Sammy
Wayne was always considerate of others, and he knew from
experience what was going through the apparently blood-starved
brain of the man who owned this cock.

Sammy knew that on the other side of the wall was a guy like
himself who wanted relief from the sexual tensions of his day. An
old song flashed through Sammy Wayne's brain, something about
seeing clouds from both sides. Now he knew what the guy on the
other side saw. Now he knew what the guy on his knees felt like
as he looked at the cock.

The stranger on the other side had almost given up and had
started to withdraw his offering, when Sammy touched it. The cock
was surprisingly soft to the touch; Sammy had held his dick so
many times that if you added all the minutes up it would be
several months of his life. But his dick had never felt like
this. There was a power in this cock and Sammy could feel it as
it worked on him. He started to stroke it much as he would his
own cock. He knew what felt good to him and that is what he did
for the faceless man in the next stall.

The cock was much harder now and seemed to have grown a bit also.
His thumb just touched his fingers when he wrapped his hand
around the shaft. Sammy could tell that the guy was getting
excited, as his dick seemed to jump in Sammy's hand as he pumped
it at a steady pace.

"Suck it." The voice had a hoarse sound to it as though the owner
needed to clear his throat or something. "Go on suck it."

Sammy Wayne heard the demand / request, but he just continued to
stroke the cock in his hand. His face was very close to the cock
he could see the slit winking at him as he stroked the cock. He
was staring down the barrel of an overheated cock that could blow
at any minute. Yet he made no effort to move out of the line of
fire. He wanted to watch it as it spit it's cum at him.

"Fuck you." He heard the gruff voice from the other side, as the
cock was withdrawn from the hole. "I want a fucking blowjob, I
don't need help to beat my meat."

Sammy heard the door on the adjoining booth slam shut and knew
that the man was gone. He sat on the bench in the booth and
mechanically started to put his rescued tokens in the slot. The
screen came to life with a redheaded woman getting it from behind
from a skinny white kid. He hardly noticed as he was considering
the strange mixture of rejection and relief that he was feeling.
More then anything else he felt like he had failed somehow, like
he should have finished what he had started and he was a little
ashamed that he couldn't keep the man interested.

Sammy Wayne might have made a great leap forward in
self-understanding that night but he was saved at the last moment
by the friendly finger of fate. It moved around the glory hole
rubbing the opening like a lover caressing a thigh, wanting to
move higher.

The invitation came at just the right time to jerk Sammy's mind
back to his crotch, saving it from the deeper thoughts that had
just been troubling him. He rewarded the finger of fate by giving
it his hard dick and sighed when he felt the mouth began to work
its magic. For the first time since he had started to come here
for sex he considered the guy on the other side. Why was he
there? Did he enjoy sucking as much as Sammy enjoyed getting
sucked? Thoughts of why he had started to stroke a stranger's
dick haunted his mind.

He pressed his body against the wall pushing his pelvis at the
hole, feeding the hungry mouth that was giving him such a great
blowjob. Sammy Wayne eyes were squeezed shut with the intense
pleasure the mouth was giving him, his hands and body pressed
flat against the wall. The sounds of the lady with the skinny kid
filled his ears, but it was the feel of that other cock in his
hand filling his mind as he shot his load into the hard working
mouth.

The mouth seemed to shift into a lower gear as it slowed to suck
lovingly on his cock head as his cum was vacuumed from his body.
Sammy's toes were curled so far under his feet that he
experienced painful cramps but he continued to push his cock at
that mouth, his cum as well as most of the moisture in his body
seemingly sucked away by that wonderful mouth.

His mouth so dry that his lips were sticking to his teeth, Sammy
found himself muttering heartfelt 'thank you' s almost like a
mantra, more of a whisper to himself. He gave himself to the
mouth as it kept licking and sucking his cock. It was so
incredibly sensitive to Sammy that he could hardly stand it but
he stayed on his feet, kept his cock in the hole and inside that
mouth until he finally felt himself starting to soften.

The mouth slowly worked its way down his shaft until it reached
the head where it gave Sammy a kiss and told him. "Honey you
needed that, you must of cum a cup full. Damn you got a nice cock
too." The voice of the mouth was young and perky, well aware of
the quality of work it had delivered.

"Thank you," Sammy Wayne was still a little dazed. "That was the
best thing to happen to me in a long time. Thanks." The words
were hardly out of his mouth before Sammy heard the door next
door shut. The mouth was gone, Sammy wasn't sure if the man had
heard his thank you. It was damn sure a great blowjob though.

The redheaded woman had finished with the skinny kid and was now
kneeling in front of a huge black man sucking his cock. Sammy
leaned back against the wall and let the movie entertain him
while he got his wits about him again.

A strange thought was crossing Sammy Wayne's mind. He was
wondering if his reluctance to suck that cock tonight was the
same sort of reluctance that stopped his wife from wanting to
fuck. He had always blamed the church and her parents for the way
that she looked at everything. Even back when they were still
fucking, she was always against sex until he sometimes could get
past her defenses and give her enough foreplay to get her going.
When that happened, when she turned loose and let her body take
over. My God, she was the sexiest woman Sammy had ever seen. But
afterward she would mope around feeling so guilty that Sammy
sometimes felt guilty as well for pushing her into it.

She was afraid to let go of the teachings of her parents. She was
trapped in the maze of their rights and wrongs, even though what
was right for her was different. She should turn loose of all her
concepts of right and wrong and go with what feels good and what
doesn't.

Sammy had barely finished working out all the things that his
wife needed to do to become free from her entrapment to out dated
morals, when a challenge to his poked its head through the hole
in the wall.

As Sammy Wayne sat there staring at the cock he wondered what it
would feel like in his mouth. As sudden as a lighting strike the
thought struck him. Did Sloan feel as reluctant to take his cock
into her mouth as he felt toward this stranger's cock hanging
through the wall? Was it different for a woman to suck a man's
cock then it was for a man? If he wouldn't suck a cock how could
he blame her if she didn't want to either?

The combined weight of all these questions seemed to push him to
his knees. He found himself kneeling before the dick even as he
was asking himself if he could go through with this. He wasn't
sure that he wanted to but somehow he felt that he needed to know
what it felt like to give a blowjob. He was still unsure if he
could do this even as he took the head of the cock inside his
mouth.

It was a smallish cock and Sammy had no trouble getting it all
inside his mouth.

"That's a good boy, take it all deep inside that hot little
mouth."

It was a woman's voice and it seemed to be inside the stall with
Sammy. He raised his head from his work and looked around the
stall.

"Don't stop, poor little Willy is just dying for you to finish
sucking his little pee pee."

The voice was coming from the hole in the other wall. Sammy
turned his head and met two of the most dramatic eyes he had ever
seen. Both of them were focused on him as he squatted before
another man's cock.

"Go on and get to sucking that cock, you know you want to. SUCK
IT NOW. "

There was a note of command in her voice and before Sammy even
thought about it he was face deep onto that cock again. The voice
seemed to be part of the act now and it encouraged him as he set
about giving a good blowjob to his first man.

The cock was responding to his efforts and had started to push
into his mouth a little more then Sammy would have liked but he
was able to manage to avoid gagging.

The woman at the other glory hole kept talking to him the whole
time telling him how sexy he looked sucking on that big cock.
Urging him on, telling him to go for it, telling him how sexy he
looked with that cock in his mouth. Strangely enough the thought
of having a woman involved in his sex life was a turn on in
itself. With the sexy voice giving them both commands the cock
and the mouth rushed toward completion.

Sammy Wayne felt the cock as it began so swell in his mouth, felt
it twitch and jump as it began to shoot its hot juices deep into
Sammy's throat.

The voice was filling Sammy's ears as the cock was filling his
mouth.

"Swallow it, swallow it all, you get every drop. Goddamn that is
sexy." There was a pause almost as if she were as excited as
Sammy was. Willy just kept pushing his cock through the hole and
into Sammy's mouth.

"When you get your shit together meet us out front. Me and little
Willy will be waiting, so don't take too long." Sammy heard the
voice of the woman and then the door closing on the booth she had
been in. Willy pulled his dick from Sammy's lips and left his
booth also. Sammy sat there alone with his thoughts.

The taste of cum lingered in his mouth long after the cock was
gone. He was still running his tongue around his teeth finding
the aftertaste everywhere, when he walked out the front door and
onto the sidewalk he saw the woman and her boyfriend. It was
going to be very strange for Sammy to stand there and talk to
this stranger, knowing that he had just sucked his dick. Awkward
just didn't seem to cover the situation. He decided that if they
didn't see him that he would just go to his car and go home

The Woman though, the woman was something, she was like the women
in his fantasies. She could've walked straight out of one of his
dreams. She was tall, at one time he was sure she was tall and
slim but as the years had passed she had gained a bit around the
middle and on the hips. She was still good looking and had her
share of curves; she was just not a lightweight. Not at all like
Sloan who avoided good food as much as good sex. Sammy would have
guessed that she was around a hundred and fifty pounds or so and
stood about five foot six or so above the ground. Her ample
breast matched her body type and looked very inviting to him.

She had seen him and was approaching with little Willy in tow
behind her like a small dog who can't keep up. Her hand was
out-stretched toward him; he had no choice other then to take it.
As they shook hands she introduced herself.

"Hi, I'm Wendy, Wendy Wright and you have already met Willy." She
turned toward Willy, who just stood there looking at the
sidewalk. "Come here boy! Tell the nice man thank you."

Willy approached with the small steps of an old man, yet he
appeared no older then forty. He was slight of build, blond with
a dark tanned complexion, he looked like an aged beach boy. His
eyes, looking too big for his face, found Sammy's as he spoke.

"Thank you, sir."

He would have left it at that but Wendy would have none of that.
She grabbed his arm and pushed him back toward Sammy. "Boy you
better shape up." Her hand slapped the back of Willy's head as
she turned to an amazed Sammy Wayne. "What is your name?"

"Sammy Wayne" he heard himself reply as he watched this woman
treat this grown man like a misbehaving child. The power that she
wielded was so real in Willy's eyes that it convinced Sammy as
well. He did not want this woman mad at him.

Willy's eyes seemed to wander about on Sammy's face as he started
to speak again. Wendy's eyes were glaring promises of what was in
store if he failed to do as he had been told.

His overly large eyes were flooding with tears as he looked into
mine "Thank you sir for sucking my little pee pee.". He had such
a baby face, his skin looked soft, his eyes looked as if he was
wearing make up but he wasn't. " I will always be glad to repay
the service at your command"

"Mr. Wayne, I would like to have a few minutes to talk with you,
could you come with us for a cup of coffee at Denny's?" Wendy
stood there like picture of a demanding fem-Dom from a magazine
he had once read. Willy seemed to have a talent for fading into
the background and was lurking in his mistress's shadow.

"The name is Sammy Wayne Richards, my friends call me Sammy
Wayne, and I could use a cup of coffee. You want to take both
cars?" Sammy was surprised how excited he was to be playing the
game again. And with a woman, who would have thought it possible?

"Why don't you ride with us and we will bring you back to your
car." Her hand wrapped itself around Sammy's arm and he felt
himself being lead toward an extended cab pick-up truck, one of
the expensive four wheel drive trucks that stand so tall off the
ground. Wendy directed her voice at Willy "Boy, you get in the
front with us and get to work"

"Yes mistress, " Willy replied as he ran ahead to get into the
front floorboard and hunker himself down under the dashboard.

Wendy turned to Sammy Wayne and asked. "I hope that you don't
mind but I want to make Willy suck a cock tonight and I want to
watch." Her hand slid down to cup Sammy's cock that was hard as a
rock. " If you will just sit in the passenger seat Willy will
take care of everything else and we will have a chance to talk."

At this point Sammy wanted to get to know this amazing woman more
then he wanted the blowjob but he felt that he could handle them
both. He climbed into the truck and stretched his legs out on
either side of the kneeling Willy. The boy/man wasted no time in
getting Sammy's dick out and into his mouth; he was sucking
before Wendy had managed to get the truck into the traffic flow
on the street. He had a very talented mouth and Sammy Wayne was
enjoying his efforts, it was obvious that Willy had done this
before.

They never made it to Denny's instead they rode and talked of
their lives and how they had become the people that they were.
She asked probing questions and Sammy gave her truthful answers
all the while little Willy was sucking and loving on Sammy's
cock.

Wendy's eyes would linger on the drama being played out on her
passenger seat that night but her mind was solidly focused on the
conversation with Sammy. It seemed to Sammy that there was a
chemistry happening between them but it could have been the
situation. Without a doubt it was one of the sexiest things that
he had ever taken part in.

Willy had proven to be somewhat of an artist at what he was doing
and he soon brought Sammy to a gushing orgasm, swallowing every
drop. Wendy pulled to the curb and Sammy was surprised to see
that they were back at his car. Wendy reached into her pocket and
produced a card, which she handed to Sammy.

"I had a nice time tonight, I am very glad that we met. The
number on this card belongs to Willy, call it if you ever want a
blowjob and he will bring you one to where ever you want it
delivered." She turned her eyes onto Willy. "Won't you always be
happy to run over and suck on Sammy Wayne's sweet dick Willy?"

The little man looked up from the floorboard and nodded his head
as he answered his mistress. "Yes, Mistress", I will.

"What if I want to see you again?" Sammy Wayne asked the new
woman of his dreams. "How do I arrange that?"

She smiled and winked at Sammy. "Whenever you are on your knees
sucking a cock at a hole think of me watching."

That was the last words of the evening and they drove away. Sammy
stood and watched until their taillights were blended into the
other traffic. As he drove home she was on his mind and he
realized that she would now always be there. He pulled the card
from his pocket and read the number again. It was a local number;
he could hardly wait to call it tomorrow.