NOVEMBER 2003, OUTSIDE BOSTON MASS.

Jeff hated the early morning rises for his sales trips. Especialy a cold november morning in New England. The razor crackled across his face and brouht him into focus for the moment. Finished he looked in the mirror and liked what he saw. " I'm ready ".

The aftershave stung the fresh shaven flesh as Mira appeared in the bathroom doorway, wearing just his shirt and a smile.

" A little romp to see you off, for good luck " she purred.

" Ah Mir honey, I just showered and JR will be stalking the halls for breakfast, and he won't want to eat what I will" he finishd with a wink.

" This is the biggist sale you have ever pitched hun, and I want you to know if you pull it off, I have a special treat in store. "

" That is?, Jeff quiped with a raised eyebrow and sinister smile."

Mira swaggered torwards Jeff still warm and soft from eight hours under the covers. She pressed her ample bossom against his bare chest. " My ass" she replied, and swaggered out to the bedroom and out of sight.

Jeff's thought's drifted and digressed through the 11 years of marriage. The first night of their honeymoon she came to him to offer her ass as her virginity was lost well in her youth. Then after learning she was pregnant with JR, a second offering, or perhaps better stated, a reward. It was some of the most intense sex......and yet, there was always the NEED.

Jeff splashed his face and looked down at his penis; his gigantic penis.

What was it Mary Beth had said in high school? " One hundred pounds of cock straped to a sixty pound body!" Oh how they laughed. But his penis was a curiosity, and not just to the girls. Many a buddy in gym class negotiated to see it, touch it, suck it. Yes the dry spells with women were not so tough to endure, in fact the change of venue was quite pleasent, even...normal.

"In 4 hours I will be in Dallas; the pitch, a close, a couple of drinks and then MY special reward!" but not the one waiting for him back home.

No, this was his private and VERY special reward, one he saved for trips.

A reward he told to no one. His " no cheat" reward. He would seek it out, enjoy the anonminity of the moment, be pleasured, and leave, never to be back. No fuss, no muss and since there was no other women involved, " no cheat".

The plane was on time and Jeff sat in the CEO's office awaiting the arrival of the purchasing manager, who was late, and boy did that piss Jeff off. " An hour to the airport, two and a half hours here and I'm on time they are not! Fucking losers " he muttered to himself.

The meeting finaly started, Jeff was brilliant and he closed the sale before 6:00 PM. The Company insisted he join them for dinner, which couldn't be refused, so he graciously accepted and decided to go liquied

for the evening, scotch to be precise.

He never thought they would say good night but finaly at about a quater of eleven they parted company. Jeff was tired and reluctant to admit it was too late to hunt for a "glory hole".

" Damm " is all he could muster. He drove his shit box rent a car out the

resturant parking lot and headed for the airport hotel, resigned to beating off watching a Command Movie Adult Presentation in his room.

Fooling with the radio he looked up and relized he missed the turn for the airport road. He was driving on a divided inner city roadway and would have to find a turn lane or side road to turn and cross back over the roadway. Several blocks later, and no turn lane, Jeff saw the roadway lighting change from blue-white to orange, and he had been in enough cities to know what that means. " Do Not Enter, if you value your life"

Jeff did an emergancy u-turn, there was no traffic and more importantly, no cops.

He swung just a little bit into the opposite lanes side street, and for just a brief moment, just a fraction on a second, he saw the tell tale colors of neon signage, which spelled his day long pre-occupation.

Jeff pulled to the curb. He was still on the the right side of the tracks, and the Korean grocer on the corner looked fine. The Irish pub next to it bristled with business, and as he studied it he saw two men at the bar wearing ties and one a jacket. There was an open space to park just three cars up.

Jeffs pulse had increased dramaticly and the booze was wearing off. His reward was at hand. With that he parked and walked to the corner and down the side street.

The side streets lighting left much to be desired, in fact there was only one lamp about half way down which did little to illuminate his path. But the enterence to his haven of pleasure was just 50 or so feet ahead, and he ambled to it "sans" light. There was a a soft sound to his left, he percived maybe an allyway or deep crevase, and there emitted a faint red glow with the wafting of cigerette smoke reaching out to his nostriles.

" Cheap blow jobs " he thought and smiled as he realized he was about to have one of his own.

The front of the place was as usual, black paper covering the windows so no one could see in, and having passed through the first door into the 3x5 vestibule area repleat with its age and offense warnings, he couldn't help but note the strange blue light, almost haze like, just before opening the second door.

WHAM, the black lights covering the ceiling inside lit his white shirt up like a torch, even his kaki pants lit up. He felt a hundred ,no a thousand eyes upon him; " Maybe I should just get the fuck out of here"

he thought. But the swelling in his pants said otherwise, and he chuckled as he rememdered the phrase " a stiff cock has no consconise ".

He quickly spied the backroom archway with drape which would lead to his pleasure booth and now only had to ascertain the method of payment....coins purchased up front or bills in the booth. He passed the front counter which was raised, and greeted the scrubby looking attendent with a smile. None was returned. He pulled a twenty from his pocket and laid it on the counter. The short, unshaven attendent banged the register and handed Jeff back three five dollar bills. As Jeff went to protest, the attendent pointed to a sign " non members $ 5.00 admittence fee".

Jeff checked the store out for a moment, really only to get his bearings, courage and some survailance of the local trade before proceeding to the back room. Several men, in dark clothing brisked by him headed in the same direction. Jeff passed through the "vail of admission", he was , like the others, there for a purpose, a singular purpose which desperatly needed to be filled... the NEED.

" Well now, that's the way it should be done" Jeff thought as he considered the sign " Pitch and Catch Row " with about two dozen booths lining both sides of an aisle. The red lights , indicating occupation of a booth, were all lit save one...at the very end of the right side...Jeff moved to it like a magnent...and yes the door said PITCH.

The booth door was half open and the video clock showed 1105 credits remaing. Jeff swung into the booth, put all three five dollar bills into the the validator, saw the time counter scream up to 6400, and hit the selector switch till it hit a boy on boy blow job movie. All this time Jeff kept a eye cocked on the GLORY HOLE, and what a hole it was. Unlike the northern verity with a 3 inch bore this was a good 6 inches which ment cock, balls and hands were going throught that hole, and he was the pleasure recipent.

Dropping his pants and pulling off his shirt he proceeded to pull and stroke his cock for show, to whoever was going to give him head, and swung his cock passed the HOLE for inspection. Several moans of approval were noted and then the universal sign for offering a cocksucking was made by the indiviual in the CATCHERS booth by running his finger around the hole. Jeff moved towards the hole and eased his rock hard cock in for service.

Warm, wet and attentive were the lips that greated his cock and Jeff immediatly fell into a state of carless abandon, wanting only a self centered, selfish orgasim with absolutly no intent to recipracate.

"Just me" as it were.

Jeff had carfully locked the door behind him when entering the booth and felt secure in his enviornment. He felt the stranger carress and pull on his balls taking time to tongue them and seperated the ball sack left and right. Jeff felt a deep throating and wondered how long he could last before popping his load. It was a dream like state he was in, a long trip, great success and a little booze and now the reward. He barely noticed the shift of momentum on his cock, and a light pressure, not at all objectionable, around his right ball. And then his left. Jeff went to pull out of the HOLE to see what this was all about when his efforts were met with a single sharp pinch to his right ball. He withdrew faster, and received and much harsher and more motivating pinch on his left ball. He moved back to the HOLE. The pressure was gone, the deep throating resumed and he could feel a band, no, a cord being lassoed around his scrotum, both left and right testicles.

Not panicked, but concerned he once again SLOWLY began to withdraw. The punishment doubled. He thrust his cock and balls firmly and completly back into the HOLE and was so rewarded.

Then a third lasso, this one around his massive cock was applied. The three constrictors began tighting and it was then that Jeff became aware of a second mouth, tongue and hands join in on his minipulation. Oh and glorious it was .

The cum was welling up in his balls but the constriction prevented him from going over the top and shooting his load. He remained in this condition for several minutes. So aroused, he vacated the thought of pulling out and now worked towards his orgasam. Then the door knob to the booth was tested from the outside, but being locked it gave no way. A second assault, this time with a key and the door opened, and at the same time the constriction on his balls and penis became more intense, forcing his torso to arch into the HOLE.

At the door stood a chizeled figure, a good 6'2" in blue jeans, denim shirt with the sleeves cut, broad shoulders, black hair and eyes of coal. He stepped into the booth eyeing Jeffs condition. Jeff could not speak. The man dropped his trousers to reveal a cock as formitable as Jeffs.

Reaching in his pants, he withdrew two small tubes from which one he took a large dollop of a thick clear substance and laid it into Jeffs asshole, penetrating his hand deep and painfully into Jeffs rectum. The pain was followed by a warm feeling and then the pain subsiding, as the dark intruder took a dollop of liquid from the secound tube and applied it to his cock. He then positioned himself behind Jeff and placed the bulbous head of his cock squarely into Jeffs swollen pink hole.

Jeff knew this was not good but his cock felt beyond description

as if he didn't or couldn't care.

The strangers cock rifeled into him savagly, lifting him off the ground and leaving him impailed on the strangers cock. The strangers breath stank of tobacco and his hands roughly fondled his chest, nipples and ass. His mouth clamped down on Jeffs neck and he bit and sucked to mark his prey, and Jeff just melted turning his head to give the stranger better accesss. Jeffs moment was at hand, the pleasure creeping up his shaft blinding him to reality. He felt the cords grow tighter, and the fever of hot mouths quicken over his hugh cock and balls. Pain and pleasure were canceling each other out with only the male gut drive for ejaculation steering the ship.

Then a sharp hot jolt shot throught Jeffs body. As if to cry out a moment later a second jolt, which stifeled his cry, met with the eruption of his cock.

The stranger continued driving into Jeff, deep with long paced strokes, and turned Jeffs head to face his, dark cold eyes peering into Jeff like a looking glass. Then Jeff erupted, hot blasts of cumm straining to get out and at last a third and final white hot jolt and Jeff was released from the confines of the HOLE only to fall back on the stranger now fully impailed on his cock. He felt his cum spray around the booth, but casting his eyes down, it was all red. He drew his legs together only to realize there was nothing blocking his thighs from touching.

The stranger now was driving his cock home for his reward. Jeff bounced against him like a childs paddle and ball connected by a rubber string. The strangers cock spewed into Jeff hot seman just as Jeffs final contraction of spew flew from the bloody stub against his boby.

The walls started to close in on him as the stranger looked deep into his eyes and began to smile. He said something but Jeff was beyond that part of life were he could or cared what was said. In the last moments he thouht about Mira, what would happen to her and JR, and about the choice he had made tonight.

NEXT MORNING 7:56 am

"Tuttle this is Rogers from homicide. See if you boys can't wrap this by noon, I've got the Chief and the press on my ass" Simmons limped back to the unmarked and headed for Lacys Diner to put himself further out of shape.

" Well Rogers? "

" Same MO as the others" Rogers replied

" And the face"?

" Yeah, same twisted smile as the others" " All 41 of them"

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