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Gloryhole Neighbor (MM)
by Shawn (s@city.com)
(c) Feb 1998
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"His neighbor, a Chinese-American, turned him on, but Sam still carried
his small-town reserve. How could Michael break through the barrier?"
-=*=-
Back in my youth, you didn't come out and admit that you were gay, at
least not in a small town in central Ohio. When I arrived in California,
everything was such a shock to me. I had only been in town for a week
when I discovered that a guy could go down in the basement of this
X-rated movies house less than three blocks from the bus station and
see hunky young guys down on their knees, sucking off other men.
Talk about culture shock!
I found a small apartment that I could afford, and a job that kept me
just above the poverty scale. I was trying to be an actor back then,
so I didn't have a lot of money, but I was happy for the first time.
I was meeting and meating other gay guys openly, and I was having the
time of my life.
Sometime about then, I got a new neighbor, Sam. Sam was 20, had a long,
droopy mustache, and had an ass that looked wonderful in the tight jeans
he always wore. Sam moved into the apartment next to mine. Though Sam's
grandparents had come from China, Sam was as American as any of us.
As soon as I saw him, I got the hots, and I mean I got them bad. Sam was me
about six months earlier. He had stayed in his small town in Texas for two
years of junior college, then headed for LA to become a screenwriter. I had
a pretty good idea that Sam was gay, but he wasn't about to admit it when I
cautiously came on to him in a friendly, joking manner.
I decided that it was my duty to introduce Sam to the joys of the new, open
gay life-style of Los Angeles. I started hanging around with Sam, eating
lunch and taking in some of the free concerts with him. I even took Sam to
my favorite bookstore, a place with a yellow sign out front and a nice, dark
series of quarter booths in the back behind a beaded curtain.
When Sam first slipped through that beaded barrier, I could see the interest
in his eyes. Rows of guys were standing around, some of them were the usual
trolls you find hanging out in glory-hole-booths, and some were young guys
like Sam and me who were just looking to get off. They checked us out as we
made the rounds. I told Sam about the booths and the fact that the gay
section was in the last row.
Sam made an excuse and left. I left too, making a big show about going to
the store for some groceries. But as soon as Sam rounded the corner, I
slipped back into the bookstore. Fending off the advances of a troll or two,
I waited for Sam.
He showed up about 10 minutes later, cashing in $5 for quarters. I was in
the darkest corner. Sam never saw me as he looked around, waiting for his
eyes to adjust before picking a booth on the far wall. Back in those days,
each booth had only one movie playing in it. Just inside the beads, there
was a board with a listing of the movies inside.
I was right. The booth Sam picked was playing a gay flick.
I had to move quickly. Jumping into the booth next to Sam before anyone else
could make a move, I locked the door and dropped four quarters in the slot.
Then I sat back.
Flickering light came through the hole in the wall between Sam's booth and
mine, showing me he was still there. This was a class joint; the holes were
square and even, not something dug out by frantic faggots. As Sam sat back,
I could see his crotch, and Sam could see mine. I unzipped, dragging out my
cock. In a few strokes, I was hard. In a few more, I enticed Sam to join me.
He was beautiful. Sam was tall and slim, like most Americanized Chinese men
tend to be. Yeah, I know what you're thinking-I'd heard all those stories
about Oriental cocks being small, too, but Sam quickly destroyed that myth.
His cock was long and hard and thick, the top half covered with foreskin.
Sam skinned it back, his fist moving slowly.
At the tip, a bead of pre-cum seeped out. Sam used his thumb to spread the
juices around, and then he began whacking off in the flickering light of the
fuck-flick.
"You want some help with that, buddy?" I said just loud enough for Sam to
hear. I waited for a minute or two, and then I leaned down and took a closer
look at Sam's equipment. I put my eye to the opening, then moved my mouth up
and wiggled my tongue in an obvious invitation.
He didn't have to think about it. Sam's cock was in my mouth in seconds. He
groaned and humped that long, hard thing through the hole, sliding in deep
into my sucking mouth.
The boy next door was gay, all right, and he had the prettiest cock I'd seen
in a long time. To top it off, that lovely hard-on was uncircumcised! The
idea of worshipping an uncut cock has always been a biggie for me. Back then
I'd never even seen one, much less worked my hungry mouth over one.
Just like in my dreams, I loved it. The feel of Sam's foreskin was so kinky,
sliding and moving as I wrapped my lips tightly around the steel-like core
of his cock. The extra skin was like velvet as it pushed up against my
nibbling lips. I pulled gently, sliding Sam's balls over the smooth edge of
the gloryhole. There was plenty of room in the eight-inch square hole for me
to juggle his nuts as I wolfed down his shank.
I kissed it all over, not forgetting to pay special attention to those
cum-filled nuts. To my surprise, Sam didn't have much hair on his nuts or
around the base of his cock. I closed my eyes and moaned over his meaty
thickness. Sam groaned appreciatively, and when I put the head of his cock
back in my mouth, my next-door neighbor began fucking my face, driving deep
enough to slap the rubbery tip against the back of my throat.
I moaned as Sam slid even deeper, and as the tip forced its way down into my
throat, I felt Sam's cock shaking. I ran my tongue back under his foreskin
and heard Sam moaning louder. I didn't know exactly how big Sam's cock was,
but it was filling my mouth as if he'd been born just for me to suck. It was
as straight as an arrow, with no bend to curve the shaft at all, but still
it slid down my throat easily.
I knew that Sam wanted to come, and there was nothing I wanted more than a
nice mouthful of hot love from the boy next door. I skinned it back and
started working on the head with my tongue, between a series of long,
swooping oral dives.
It got thicker and harder, shaking with passion, and then it exploded in my
mouth, sending a load of creamy cum across my tongue and into my clutching
throat. I grabbed the wall and Sam's balls and hung on, swallowing
frantically so I wouldn't lose a tasty drop.
With my lips sealed tightly around the crown and my fist milking the shaft,
I got my Oriental neighbor off. I sucked until Sam was done, and then I
kissed his softening cock for another minuter or so. Then, after I had
satisfied my neighbor's lust, I stood and put my own cock through the hole,
hoping that Sam wasn't one of those men who loved a good knob-job but wouldn
't put out themselves when it was their turn.
I pushed my naked cock into the air of Sam's booth, hoping that he would do
me, and seconds later I felt swirling lips and a swabbing tongue over my
aching hard cock.
Sam was doing it.
I flattened myself against the wall, pushing as much of my hard-on through
the gloryhole as I could manage. Sam eased my nuts through, just like I had
done for him, and as he began working his magic on my meat, Sam squeezed my
nuts with just the right amount of pressure to thrill me.
All my worries about Sam were gone. He showed me how much he loved cock.
Sam
nibbled and sucked, using his teeth on the line under my tightly stretched
balls. He mouthed my nuts one at a time and then both together. He milked up
my pre-cum and strung the sweetness out into a shiny rope between his lower
lip and my throbbing cock.
My cock responded to the attention, naturally. My shank couldn't have gotten
any harder without splitting in two along the seams. It was dancing against
Sam's tongue as he swirled wetly over my rock-hard flesh.
Sam tried to deep-throat me. I mean, what gay guy back then wasn't into
sword-swallowing? The movie DEEP THROAT was still playing in half the
first-fun theaters in LA, and everyone was saying, if a girl can do it, then
I sure as hell can, too!
But even as hard as Sam tried, he couldn't take me all the way down into his
throat.
Not that I was complaining! I mean, Sam gave me a great blow-job, and when
he felt me getting ready to blast he didn't even hesitate as if to pull off.
Sam was really good at keeping me right there, on the edge, not letting me
come but not stopping that wild swirl of his tongue or the nibbling suction
of his lips.
My next-door neighbor tortured me. Sam made me think I was going to die, and
then he made me willing to trade death for an orgasm, and then he got me
off.
Sam sucked me up to the point of no return one last time and, with one swipe
of his nasty tongue, my neighbor made me come in his mouth. I shot out great
wads of juice, splattering Sam's tongue with six or seven big squirts of
pent-up lust. I clawed the wall and wished I could get my hands on his head
as he swallowed. I wanted to ram my cock down his throat, but that was
impossible with the wall between us.
Sam never stopped sucking. He took it all, swallowing and moaning and
choking couple of times, but he took it all. I emptied my balls in his
mouth, and then moaned as Sam softened his suction to get me through the
aftershocks of my orgasm.
I fell back to my seat, noticing that the movie in my booth had stopped long
ago. Sam sat on his bench, too. We both closed our pants and tucked
everything back into place. I waited until Sam stood and unlocked the door
to his booth before I moved.
As Sam stepped out of the booth, so did I. We came face to face in the dim
light of the X-rated bookstore's back room, and as I smiled my neighbor
recognized me.
"Want to continue this at home?" I asked with a grin.
"You bet!" Sam laughed.
"Let's go, buddy," I said as I openly took Sam's hand in mine.
I lived in LA for six years. Sam was my next-door neighbor the entire time.
We talked about moving in together, but the idea of fucking the boy next
door was more exciting than fucking a roommate, so we kept our own
apartments. Any time either of us was horny, all we had to do was knock on
the wall we shared and get ready for some hot loving.
Sam was my first real lover, and we discovered the joys of a one-on-one
relationship together. Sure we still visited the baths and the club scene,
but that was just sex. There were things we only did with each other,
personal things we shared with no one else in the world.
I didn't make it as an actor, but Sam found a few writing jobs. He's now on
staff with one of he network sitcoms. I see his name on the screen every
week.
Oh, one other thing.
Sam did eventually learn to give deep-throat.
Very well!