The Hole

The thing was, every once in awhile I'd see a bunch of guys right around it - not hanging out near the entrance or even just standing around randomly, but right there in front of it, facing the wall. I could never see what was going on, but just assumed they were smoking weed or something.

"Yeah, probably," Jim agreed with me. "Not much other reason to be over there." He leaned back and took a drag off his cigarette, the brief orange flare momentarily casting shadows onto his skin. He had taken his shirt off back inside and was cooling off out here, the sweat glistening in the low light. His tattoos were black pools on his skin, and his nipples stuck out, erect in the cool air.

Jim stuck his hands down his leather pants to adjust his cock. The tight black pants showed every outline of what lay beneath - a thick, torpedo shaped cock, about seven inches. He pushed himself up off the wall and cocked his head toward the door. I flicked my butt and followed him back into the steamy air inside, pushing our way through sweaty muscles to the bar and a cold beer.

After another two beers I headed off the bathroom and Jim into the crowd. At the stalls I came in next to a pretty good looking guy, tight frame, thick neck, buzzed head. I glanced over at his junk in the urinal next to me but couldn't get a good look. He looked pretty small though; all I could see was a little lump inbetween his fingers.

Ah well. I still would have talked to him, but he took off before I was done hosing, and I prefer to introduce myself to a guy with my cock still in my pants. I headed back out and got snagged by a guy in just a harness and jock. Big muscle guy, all shaven smooth and hard. I ground on him for a little while and then suggested we head outside.

We talked and made out a little in the alleyway, then we found a dark corner and he dropped to his knees. I leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his tongue on my cock, licking my balls, his lips sucking against the head. I opened them again to see Jim walking back from the hole with one of the big leather daddies - I guessed he had been back there. He didn't see me up in the corner, and looked kinda high. That must be it, then.

Later, back inside, I caught up with him again. "So how was the hole?" I asked him.

"Eh, nothing big," he told me. "Just talked n' shit."

That was the last I thought about it. Later that night I was out back again with the harness guy, whose name was Alex. We headed out back and he handed me a condom. I looked around for somewhere appropriate - the club staff could overlook a guy getting head in the corner, but out and out fucking was a no-no.

The hole, I thought. We could go back there. "You wanna go back to the hole?" I asked him.

"Yeah, sure," he answered, looking a little surprised.

Alex followed me back and I pulled his jock off him, letting his fat cock and full nuts flop down and dangle between his legs. He got back on his knees and undid my jeans, pulling them down off my legs and looking up at my hardening cock with admiration. He flipped over and I came down to my knees and into him, fucking him doggy style, and hard.

We were into it hot and heavy when I felt a hand grab my shoulder. "What are you boys doin' back here?" a gruff voice asked.

"Oh, shit," Alex muttered, and flipped over.

I looked up to see the leather guy Jim had been talking to earlier. "Uh...hi."

"You boys aren't supposed to be doin' that kinda thing back here. Get us in trouble with the cops," the guy told us.

"Oh...uh...sorry," I apologized, pulling my pants up.

"No need for that yet," he stated, and stopped my hands pulling my pants on. "Your friend told me you were askin' about the hole," he told me, staring directly into my eyes. Normally I'm a stand-up kinda guy, but right then I was so intimidated and scared I about pissed myself.

"Um. Yeah," my voice cracked.

"Well, I showed him. I figure I'll just show you, too, eh?" I felt woozy the more he talked to me, like I was going to pass out from the stress. "And your little friend." He turned from me and said some things to Alex, but I wasn't listening. I still felt like I was going to pass out; my head was all foggy and I was having a hard time thinking.

"Now why don't you just walk over to it and put your dick in the hole, boy." It was phrased as a question but it was all I could concentrate on - everything else in my head seemed indistinct, fuzzy, but putting my dick in the hole...that was clear.

I walked over to it and slid my cock in. It was warm, wet...like a nice ass, or tight pussy. My cock got harder from the feeling on it, my nipples tingled. "Oh, god," I groaned, and came with this feeling of an irresistable pulling on my cock. I ground up against the wall, pinned to it by my penis, shooting my wad into the hole, and then, the pulling just stopped.

I took a step back from the hole, panting with exhaustion. My balls were sore they'd pumped so hard. I reached down to feel my cock, but my hand just swiped air. I looked down at my groin, still a bit woozy, only to see a little fleshy stump where it once was. My balls still hung down from it, but all that was left of my cock was that little stump with a hole in it.

I was distracted by the moans of Alex as the hole started pulling at him. Wow, I thought, but with no feeling behind it. My cock is gone.

I still couldn't really wrap my mind around the whole thing, but got dressed again and waited for Alex to turn around from the wall, his beautiful cock removed, reduced to a stump similar to mine.

"Now get yer clothes on, boys," the leather guy ordered us. We dressed, Alex's leather pouch looking sadly deflated, and my own very tight jeans now not quite so tight around the groin. "Come on, back to the bar," the guy told us, and like good little sheep we did as he said, still a little woozy.

We got back out around the alleyway to the cloud of everpresent smoke. Jim was leaning up against the wall again, sucking in a drag. As I approached him he looked down at me, obviously able to tell. I did the same to him, and the pants that once showed his thick veiny cock in sharp relief now showed only three little bulges, two for his balls, and one for what I knew now to be a stump like mine.

"I see you went back to the hole yourself," he commented.

"Yeah..." I mumbled.

Jim pulled in close. The smell of his sweat filled my nostrils, and all of a sudden I was horny again. He rubbed his hand over my groin, running his fingers over what remained of my genitalia. I could feel my stump get hard, my balls pull up, and a new sensation: my whole groin area got tight. I pushed up against Jim, taking his tongue into my mouth, and could feel that his little stump was hard, too.

"Nice, isn't it?" he whispered between bouts spelunking my mouth. "I wouldn't've thought you'd go for it."

"I didn't get a choice," I told him. "He made both of us do it."

"Only because he knew you'd be happier," he whispered into my ear, unzipping my jeans with his hand.

"How could I be happier without a...ooooh!" I moaned as his fingers made contact with my rock-hard little stump. The feeling was intense, so much moreso than any I'd ever felt before. He reached further down in to grab my balls and pull on them a little bit. I spread my thighs apart a bit to give him better access and kneaded the muscles of his back with my hands while he continued rubbing my stump.

"Oooohh..." Other guys were looking over at us, but Jim just smiled a big fanged grin at them and they always looked away. "Oohh! Oh, god," I cried out, milky white jizz spurting out my stump onto Jim's hand, and out onto his leather pants.

"See what I mean?" he said, smiling, then licked my cum off his hand. "It hits all the nerves for your cock at the same time." He wiped off his pants and I zipped up.

"That was incredible!" I exclaimed, my mind now lucidly clear. "I've...I've...never felt anything like that before."

"Well, you're staying at my place tonight, so you'll feel it again," he told me, grabbing my crotch, sending an electric spark up my spine.

I actually jumped a little bit and let out a soft "Woo!" as he did it. "I was just waiting on you to go, actually. I was gonna have you fuck me, but I guess we don't need these," he said, casually tossing a wad of condoms in the trash as we left.