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Glory Whore (bb… Men Anon)

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Two boys watch men hooking up for illicit affairs.

I had this friend, when we were boys, and it turned out he wasn’t gay. He was just confused, but I wasn’t really in love with him. I mean yeah sure, he was cool, and fun to hang out with, but my deepest darkest secret was that I wanted to meet a man.

A stranger, and a pervert, because at the time, that’s all I heard. Not counting all the schoolyard and boy’s room talk, you know that’s gay, and the like. “Yeah, that’s. So gay.” And that’s bad, right? So, I kept my mouth shut, and rolled my eyes at some of the more ignorant, and immature things they said, but I wasn’t gay for boys. I was gay for men, or a man.

I would have been satisfied with just one, if he had come around the playground, I kept an eye out for cars parked, where he could watch us, and play with himself, but I sure wasn’t going to call the cops, and give them his licence plate number. That’s what you’re supposed to do, but what I wanted was to do the last thing you’re supposed to. Get in his car, and go for a ride, so he could feel my legs, and butt. Grab my junk, and pull his big hairy prick out, to jack off, and spray his man juice all over the place, so I could taste it.

Oh yeah, and I was still shooting blanks, I didn’t have any hair on it, and even with a full on boner, we’re talking about maybe enough to pinch with 2 fingers, and stroke about an inch. Kids stuff, when I wanted to get on with the adult stuff, with a grown man, a pervert, and a pedophile, because I knew that a real gay would like other men like him. Hunks, bears, and maybe at least twinks, but that just means a young looking boy.

Not a little boy, with a bald little dick, and no cum to show for it. So then, my friend took me off after school, and showed me this building, they were still working on. They had a fence up, with Keep Out signs, but just some wires twisted up to hold them together, instead of a chain, and padlock. So, once they finished up, and drove off, it was easy enough to untwist the ties, and pull the fence out, since they were just up on feet, instead of posts buried in the ground, or buckets full of concrete.

The rest of them had those, buckets of concrete to hold the legs, but they just left the gate clear, with some of those aluminum caps on the ends. You know the ones they make for the top of the fence posts? Well, some clever construction guy figured out you could turn them over, or maybe he turned over the whole fence rectangle, so it didn’t scrape as much when you open it, but anyways. We explored the site, and played around on the scaffolding, mostly.

That was like a jungle gym, at the playground, only instead of monkey bars, they had ladders up one side, and down the other. White boards covered in spackle, from dry-walling the ceiling, and more stacked up on pallets in the corner. That sort of thing, but he showed me the big toolbox, where they put all the tolls to keep them from getting stolen.

“That’s why they don’t lock the gate,” he showed me the big brass lock, and the chain holding it to the post in the middle. “You’d need a crane to fly it out,” and the ceiling was solid concrete, just like the floor, and walls, that’s what they needed the drywall to cover it up.

“How do you know all this stuff?”

“Oh, my uncle used to work here.”

“Used to?”

“Yeah, they finished up the plumbing, so they moved onto the next job. Now it’s the drywall crew’s turn, and I think the trim carpenters are next.” So then, he showed me the doorways, and the window sills, where they had doors, and windows installed, but the trim carpenters hadn’t put up the boards to cover up the seams.

“Oh, so he works construction.”

“He’s a plumber, but when people don’t need help with their sinks, and toilets at home, he does construction jobs too.” He nodded, then though. Looked over at a hole in the wall, and a metal box, sunk into the concrete. “No wait, the electricians are next, they have to hook up the wires, and conduit.”

“What’s that?” So, then he showed me all that stuff, how they had to put pipes in to jerk the wiring through, and the concrete guys had to mold in the electrical boxed, since it wasn’t like a stick, and board house frame. That killed a few hours, but then it started getting dark, and I said “I better get home.”

“No wait, I want to show you something, else.” I got out my phone, and called mom. “Hey mom,” I got her voice mail, “I’m hanging out with,” I said his name, but he’s ashamed of what we’d done, so he doesn’t want me using it. “So, I’m going to spend the night, over at his place.” I hung up, and then realized too late that I just admitted that I wasn’t over there all ready, when I should have been.

It was already 7:33 by the clock in the corner, but I hit [End] and asked “So what did you want to show me next?”

“It’s a surprise, but.” He looked at my phone. “You ever look up dirty pictures on this?” Pulled out the top, so it leaned down, horizontal between us, and I felt my face heat up. It was cold out, but not really too bad in there, since they already had the doors, and windows in, but not the heat on.

I wasn’t embarrassed, because it was grownup stuff. I was embarrassed, because I looked at naked men, dick pic, and them bending over to spread their cheeks, show off their hairy asses before another man stepped up, and got in the way, but I knew what they’re doing. Even though, it’s kinda hard to see it, there’s only one place where they can stick it in, screw it in and out until they stop, and pull off the rubber for a big finish.

I nodded, and let him take it. Just to see what kinds of dirty pictures he liked to search for, because I was a little curious. He typed in [Glory Holes] right away, but he couldn’t play a video. It kept buffering, so he took it over to the window, and held it up. Switched to pictures, and flipped through them, touching himself.

Turned away, but sure enough, he went to a straight site, which ment a girl. Viewgals.com, but she went in a sex store, and bought a dildo. A big one, with a head on either end, but the guy behind the counter let her use the back room, to try it. I just looked over his shoulder, because the only other light in the dark building, was shining in from a big yellow one on a pole.

Over the empty parking lot, but then, he put the phone down, and hid it over his chest. By then, the guy behind the counter had gone around to the other side of the wall, and pulled a poster down, to uncover the hole. Stick his dick out, for her to play with, and hold in her mouth, but I could just imagine she was gone.

Somehow, I got in there, because it was my 18th birthday, and I was finally old enough to go in a gay place. Not to talk to strangers, with my mouth full, it was nice and big, but not hairy. He shaved it, but there was a little stubble left up front where I could see it, through the top of the hole. It was big enough for her to stick her hand through, and pull his balls out to suck on them too, but that just left his big hard prick sticking up.

Then, he said “Sh!” and held it over his chest. “Someone’s coming.”

I nodded, thinking someone was about to, just rubbing it hard in our pants, but it was starting to get a little too cold to whip them out, and touch them with cold fingers. That would just make them shrivel up, and even smaller, but then the pickup truck stopped, and someone got out. Opened up the gate, but they didn’t drive in, just left it parked outside, and went over to the portapotties.

From up there, all I could see was long hair, but right away, a car pulled up, next to the truck. A man got out, and went over to the portapotties, but instead of the door, he went around the side. Pulled out his wallet, and stuck a folded up bill through the hole, before he dropped his pants, and stuck his junk through it.

“Huh, she’s a whore.”

“Yeah, a hustler. That’s what they call it, hustling.”

“Oh, yeah. Like Hustler.com?”

“Uh huh. Watch.”

“I can’t see much from up here.”

“Yeah, but you know what there doing.”

“Yeah, I bet. Just like the girl in the porn store.”

“Yeah, huh.” He shook his head, but he didn’t correct me. It was his long hair, that fooled me. I didn’t even realize my mistake, until the old fat guy pulled out, and fixed up his pants. Then, he squatted down, and stuck his face up to the hole.

“Huh! She’s a man?”

“Yeah, a drag queen, and a crossdresser.”

“Oh, huh. That’s, so gay.” I didn’t know what else to say, but what the straight boys always did, to make fun of something, but it’s true.

“I don’t know if the men are gay, or just like trannies.”

“You mean transexuals?” I’d seen it, since a lot of the sites also have the third option. Gay, straight, and shemale, but I don’t really like them. They try too hard to be like girls, and even get breast implants. I don’t like them, I mean, they’re okay, but not sexy at all. They also shave off all their hair too, and I don’t like that, either.

“You think maybe he’s married, and his wife doesn’t know, he’s bisexual, and sneaking around to suck dick, with crossdressing drag queens, huh!” He stopped, and held his breath, but too late, he was already shaking.

“Yeah,” what else was I going to say? “Huh?”

“Nh, mhn!” He grunted, and even my little hardon tingled, mostly remembering how it felt. The first time I managed to rub one off, only it was different. I was sitting in class, and I wanted to go to the bathroom, but I was afraid that if I got up, everyone would see my boner, so I just crossed my legs, and rolled it around in there, between them.

“Huh! Huh!” He panted, and leaned up, with his head up on the glass, and even his hand up, next to it. “Wow, that was a good one, whew!” He looked back. “Oh, sorry. You’re not going to tell anyone, about this, right?” I shook my head. “Here,” my phone was dark, when he held it out to me, so I took it, and unlocked it, to [X] out the picture of the girl. Sucking balls, and cleared the history.

“Come on, hurry before he takes off.”

“Who?”

“My uncle?”

“Oh,” I didn’t realize at first, but that explained how he knew so much about him. The drag queen, not a transexual, but a crossdresser, to lure bi-curious men into having sex for money. The hustler, I didn’t know that ment a gay whore. I mean, I read that, in the few gay stories I found with pictures to go along with them, but back when I thought he was a woman, I thought She was a hustler, too. I didn’t know that ment Just a hay man, who has sex for money.

“Hey uncle Frank, wait up.”

“What are you doing here, and who’s this?”

“Oh, this is my boyfriend.”

“Paul,” I made a name up, “My name’s Paul.” I held out my hand, and felt his big rough one. Plumber’s hands, from laying pipe all over town, as the joke goes.

“So, you’ve got a boyfriend now.” He unlocked the truck, and got in. Leaned over to unlock our side, but he whispered to me.

“Don’t worry, I just told him we’re boyfriend, and.” He shook his head, “Boyfriend, because.”

“Get in, it’s cold out there.” He interrupted, pushing the door open, and turning the heat on, when we got in. “You boys aren’t up to anything, too adult, right?” He looked around, and then backed up, before he turned around, and realized. “Shit, the gate.” He got out, to push it closed again, and twist the wires up.

“I know you’re gay.”

“You too?”

“I don’t know, but when we get back to my house, you want to fool around?”

“Okay,” I really wanted a closer look at his uncle, even if he did have makeup on, and smudged lipstick, from sucking dick, and getting his dick sucked for money.

“I don’t want a boyfriend, really.”

“Me neither.” Then Frank got back, and shut the door, so we stopped talking, and went back to warming up our hands, on the heater vents. He took his gloves off, when we got out on the highway. So, he could hold the wheel straight with his knee, and handed them over for my friend to put in the glove box.

“You don’t like little boys, huh?” I asked him.

“No, that’s a myth. Did they tell you that all gay men are child molesters, at school?”

“No?” But they sure made it sound like that, was gay. It isn’t, I read enough man boy stories to figure that out. They like gay boys, but really it’s to make their big dicks look even bigger. In their small child hands, and barely getting the head in their little mouths. Their tight asses, and hearing them squeal in pain when they rape them.

I’m not stupid, just because I’m young and gay. I know that’s what there talking about, even though they try to make it sound like the little boy likes it. He wanted it, just like I want it, but not like that. I don’t want to get hurt, especially like that, and especially my first time, but I never even got the chance. It turned out that the only pervert that ever showed up was looking at the girls, and ran off before I really got to talk to him. I couldn’t even see his car to remember his licence plate, but he never came back.

Too bad, I was hoping to blackmail him into at least letting me jerk him off in my mouth, or I’d tell on him for hanging around the playground to look at girls.

“Huh, you didn’t wet your pants up there, in the building, watching?” I asked, just as soon as we got dropped off.

“No, you?”

“Uh uh. I’m still shooting blanks, but it’s cold. So, we better go in.”

“Hey mom,” he lied, “We already ate dinner over at his house.” He stretched, and pretended to yawn. “But I’m real tired, so I’m going to go right to bed.”

“Okay.” I just realized, his uncle Frank must be his mom’s brother, since I got to see him in makeup, and then I saw his mom. In the kitchen, she pulled out some Saran wrap to cover up his plate, and put it in the fridge.

Then, we got in his room, and shut the door. “Turn out the light.”

“Okay.” I hit the switch, then heard his clothes rustle in the dark.

‘keep your voice down, too.” He whispered, closer, and I could feel the heat of his breath on my face. Reaching out to touch his chest, he shrunk back. ‘your fingers are cold.” He took my hand, and his little fingers were cold too. ‘come on,’ he pulled me back to his bed, in the dark, and pulled back the covers. ‘let’s warm up, before we get down to business, okay?’

“I don’t have any money.”

“Sh! My dad might hear you.”

‘can I kiss you first?’

‘okay.’ he whispered, then held his breath, but I felt up his ribs to his shoulder, and neck. To find his face, and mouth in the dark, and then I closed my eyes. For no reason, other than I couldn’t see anything, anyway, but I found his lips, and held them together. I didn’t even try Frenching yet, I was too nervous, and I couldn’t even get it up, but finally, he stopped, and panted for breath.

Felt my arm, and brushed my knuckles back down his body. His panting tummy, and his bare pelvic bones at the bottom. ‘Huh!” He was hard, hairless, and not much bigger then mine, but oh well. It was a dick, even if it wasn’t as big as the one I wanted, it wasn’t hairy at all, and I knew that it wouldn’t spurt to give me my first taste of sperm.

‘you know what to do.’ He pushed my head down, and pulled the covers up, over us. It was warm in there, and smelled sweaty, but not like nasty man sweat. Boy sweat, so it smelled like me when I get stinky, but I still couldn’t get it up. Even though my hands weren’t cold any more, my balls were still shriveled up, and wrinkled. I tried pulling it to get it hard, but the problem was, he was just too young.

I tried bending over, up side down, so I could pull my legs, and get my little prick, as close to my mouth as possible.

‘huh, no butt stuff.’ I finally kissed my way down his panting chest, and stuck my tongue out to taste it. It just tasted salty, so I kissed it, and sucked it in my mouth. With my lips pulled in to cover my teeth, so they didn’t scrape it. I swirled my tongue to roll it around in my mouth, and get it wet all over. ‘huh, but you can suck my balls too, if you like.’

So, I tried that, but it didn’t really go no further. I just sucked him off, to another dry twitchy orgasm, and wished he’d at least have a drop to taste, but I was disappointed.

‘you want me to do you?’

‘no, that’s okay, huh!’ The fresh air was great, and made my head spin, so I put it down on the pillow, and closed my eyes. ‘i’m satisfied,’ I lied. “Good night.”

‘gnight.’ I dreamed about men, again. Grown men, but then I woke up, and blinked in the dim blue light. The sky turning light, but the sun wasn’t up yet, and I realized I wasn’t dreaming any more. Not all of it, he was underneath the covers, and his wet mouth slipped slowly out to the end of my hard prick.

‘oh, huh!’ I felt down to his short hair, and he sniffed. Shot hot breath out of his nose, and went down for another thrust into his mouth, but now that I was awake. He didn’t bother taking it slow, and started nodding as fast as his head would go, with my hands to help him. “Huh, uh huh! Huh!”

It didn’t take long, and it was the best one I had so far. He stopped, and just held it in his mouth. Breathing on my publess pelvis, and just resting his nose up against it until I stopped. Went soft, and finally slipped out.

“Huh, how was that?” He climbed up, and just looked at me. His eyes searching my face, while I thought about it.

“Okay, but, you really shouldn’t do that, to someone while they’re asleep.”

“Well, you’re hard, and sucking your thumb, so I thought.”

“Well, it turns out that I was, thinking about men, and sucking their pricks, but you don’t know that.” I felt my thumb tip, and sure enough it was soft from sucking it in my sleep. Not like a little boy, like a gay one, thinking it was a dick, but that doesn’t make it right. “Huh, kiss me?”

“No, uh. I don’t think I’m gay.”

“But you just.”

“Well, I thought you’d like it, and I owed you for last night, but the whole time, I couldn’t stop thinking about girls. Older girls, with boobs, and stuff.”

“Okay, well. Honestly, I don’t like you, like that. So, can we just go back to being friends?”

“You don’t want to give me head again?” He got up on his knees to show me how hard he was again, but I just shook my head. “Why not?”

“Because,” I rolled over, and picked up some underwear from off the floor. “No offence, but you’re too young, and little. Like me, and I don’t want a little boy like me, I want a man, with a full grown hairy prick.”

“Oh,” he got up, and took his underpants back. “Okay,” he pulled them on, while I found my pants, and pulled mine out to put them on first.

That was that, he was bi curious, because of his crossdressing hustler uncle, with the long hair, and the metal shirts, so none of the construction guys would know. I thought that was pretty cool, and clever of him, pretending to be a metalhead, so his long hair looked manly, instead of girly, and gay. Until he brushed it out, put on makeup, and a bra. I don’t know what he put in there to make it look like he had breasts, but when i was old enough. I even got to see him put on a show at a gay bar, but by then I knew that I don’t like drag queens, either.

I like bears, big fat hairy cuddly bears, with mustaches, rough stubble, and shaved heads to feel while they comb my pubes with their mustaches, but I didn’t find that out until much later, when I met my husband.

I never forgot my first time, though.

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