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John was in an unusual position!
Unusual for him, that is. At six-four, two hundred pounds, with an eleven-inch slab of meat that jutted out like a monster club from a jungle of crotch hair when he was hard—like he was now—he didn't often find himself on his knees at the edge of a king-sized bed, resting his weight on his forearms, so that his hard-muscled butt was sticking in the air. And he didn't often find himself waiting eagerly to play mare to another man's stallion—like he was now.
John looked to the left and smiled at his reflection in the mirror that ran the full length of the wall. His huge dick jutted out below his belly and was leaking an almost steady stream of clear, shiny precum onto the sheets. Christ! he thought. If the guys could see me now!
All his life, he'd been on top. He was always the biggest, and with his build and the size of his dick, every man or boy he'd been with had been so eager to suck him off or have his prick shoved up their asshole that that was all he ever did. Not that it wasn't great, it was! But once the regular orgies had gotten started at home, he wondered if the situation might change, but it hadn't.
A couple of weeks ago, his older brother Paul and Paul's sixteen-year-old son, Dan, had been brought out by Mark, the third and youngest brother. Rob, Paul's fag-hating partner on the police force, made a spectacular coming out that night, too. His nickname was "Randy" now. Paul had been almost insatiable since then, like he was trying to make up for lost time. He'd fucked or been fucked so many times that night in the park toilet that he couldn't get enough. But once he'd seen John with a hardon for the first time, all he wanted was to have that club-cock up his shitter frequently. John had been willing to oblige! Especially since his nephew usually came to the house, too. It was a real turnon to have father and son taking turns getting fucked by brother/uncle John.
And while the twins, Rick and Mike, would fuck any hole willing to spread in front of either dick, all that they, too, wanted from their father was long, leisurely fucks—or short, rough ones if that was all John had time for. Even fucking the tiny white ass of Donny, his fourteen-year-old youngest son, had become vaguely dissatisfying—although Donny's screams of ecstasy when he felt his dad's jism boiling up his hole were a sure sign Donny was enjoying himself!
The problem was—he hadn't known what the problem was. Until this trip.
He sighed and watched the man walking back from the toilet, liberally coating his rigid dick with lubricant as he walked.
What was weird was that John had been instantly turned on at the sight of Sam. And he never got a hardon for an older man. Never! (Unless it was a relative, though, like his older brother.) He liked his males young—the younger the better. That's why he enjoyed being a school principal. He'd acquired a whole stable of hot teenaged boys eager to be serviced by John. And the select circle of teachers with the same tastes kept on bringing in more. Not that the men didn't fuck and suck each other from time to time—they did. But most of the time they used the teenagers to get their rocks off.
So it was a real shock to John, at the first sight of Sam, to feel his cock beginning to grow inside the jock he always wore when he went to public meetings. All a cute young boy had to do was walk by, twitching his little butt in tight jeans, and John was immediately rigid. Instant hardon—and instant embarrassment if he was wearing briefs or boxers. So the jock kept him confined, although even that bulge was very noticeable.
Sam's bulge was noticeable, too! He was a principal, like John, but at a small, private military school in the East. As they were introduced by their host at the welcoming cocktail party at the hotel, John looked up into piercing dark eyes when they shook hands. Sam was about six-six, with closely-cropped brown hair that had just a hint of grey at the temples, deeply- tanned skin, narrow nose, wide mouth, and a body like a young Schwarzenegger! He'd been wearing a polo shirt that molded his chest, emphasizing his massive biceps, with a thick thatch of dark, curly hair visible where the shirt was open at the neck. He was wearing jeans and sandals, and the mound to the left of his fly-buttons was large enough to have the women in the room openly staring, while the men did so more discreetly—but no less avidly. There wasn't a man alive—straight or gay—who didn't compare dick sizes, or who didn't want to see a really huge prick.
Their conversation was strictly legitimate, not even a single double entendre, yet John found himself beginning to breathe more heavily, and the ache in his balls was killing him! All he could think of was getting to a toilet stall and whipping off a load of cum so that he could deal with the situation more calmly, and without the distraction of pulsing meat.
"Uh, look, Sam, I gotta hit the john. Back in a minute."
John started to turn away, but stopped when Sam said, "Hey, good idea, I need to go, too."
Thoroughly confused, and thoroughly turned on, especially by the momentary thought of being in a restroom with Sam, John started toward the bathroom in the hospitality suite. At least there he'd have privacy to take care of himself. "Look, John, that's got a line to it. Let's just use the public one down the hall." Trapped, John just nodded.
The two men had put their drinks down and headed out the door. The men's room was only a few steps away, and it was deserted. John moved into the stall nearest the door, hurriedly dropped his pants, pulled the jock aside so his dick was free, and sat down on the crapper. It was only then that he noticed the hole in the wall—the glory hole to the next toilet.
And that was the one Sam had just entered!
John decided that someone upstairs was really pissed off at him. First he gets horny at the sight of an older man. And then he gets a hardon. And then he winds up in a cruising john next to a straight fellow-principal. How the fuck was he going to explain away his rigid prick if Sam happened to glance through a glory hole that looked to John at that moment that it was about the size of a dinner plate?
He didn't have to.
A monster dick, rivaling his in size, was slowly sliding through the glory hole. Sam's deep voice whispered in the silence, "I think we got the same problem, John." John didn't answer in words, he just leaned over and gobbled down as much of the dick as he could swallow. Sam let out a deep sigh. "Oh, suck that dick, John, swallow me whole. C'mon, baby, work that fuckin' piece of meat." John began bobbing up and down more rapidly, pumping his own meat at the same time. Then Sam started fucking his dick in John's mouth and John basically just held still and let him do it. He was leaking precum like a sonofabitch, what with that enormous dick punching back and forth through the hole.
"Hey, man, let me have some of that!"
The whisper this time was someone new. John looked up from his cocksucking to see part of a face peering through the crack in the door. What the fuck! John unlocked the stall door and leaned back, stroking his own meat with his right hand, and fisting Sam's spit-slimy cock with his left.
It was one of the busboys from the reception. Even though he was standing in plain view in the well-lit john, his cock was in his hand and he was beating off. He gulped at the sight of the two incredible dicks and beat his own meat harder. He was young, maybe sixteen or seventeen to John's thirty-two, on the thin side, and average looks, but to John he was a gift from heaven. Young mouth to suck him off!
John gestured and the boy moved into the stall eagerly, dropping to his knees to start slurping and slobbering over John's cock. John stood up and held the boy's head while he began pumping into the kid's mouth—and the kid took it! He was deep-throating like a pro, and beating both himself and Sam off while he was sucking John. But Sam clearly wanted something more. His dick withdrew, and the busboy, perhaps figuring a cock in the mouth was worth two in hand, began to work even harder on John.
The stall door opened, and John dropped his mouth in amazement. Sam's jeans were around his ankles, his shirt was shoved up above a thick forest of chest hair and large, hard tits, and looming out from his pelvis, above fat, low-hanging balls, was a dick longer than John's! "Sam, what if somebody comes in?"
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