Hard Glory
Hard Glory
by Jamieson Wolf
Breathless Press
Calgary, Alberta
www.breathlesspress.com
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or
persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Hard Glory
Copyright© 2011 Jamieson Wolf
ISBN: 978-1-926930-04-6
Cover Artist: Justyn Perry
Editor: Stephanie Parent
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For You
A distant light in the darkness
Daniel sat in front of the wall and waited. Shadows encased the room around him, but a little light shone through the cracks of the doorframe and the loose boards of the floor. In front of him, there was a hole in the wall. It sat partway up and blinked at him like an eye.
He could see movement through it, could hear the murmur of voices, words uttered in deep altos and baritones. The floor creaked as men paced, waiting to make their selection. Alone on his side, Daniel waited—his cock already out. Hard and hot under his touch. He stroked it lightly, but not for very long. The anticipation inside of him acted like a drug, and he knew he would come soon if he continued touching himself.
He had debated visiting the glory holes at all, right up until he’d climbed the stairs leading to the private rooms above the porno shop. His heart had beat like a jackhammer in his chest as he looked at the row of doors, knowing a glory hole waited. Some men liked the other private rooms where they could fuck another guy, but he enjoyed the anonymity. He liked the unknown factor that saved him from opening himself to rejection or worse.
With a glory hole, men were there for one thing and one thing only. No touching of bodies, no whispers of hot words. Only the sucking of a thick cock and a hot spray or two of cum.
The unknown protected him from letting anyone too far into his life.
The bathhouse was quiet tonight. Daniel could hear the hum from the fans, the coughs, and noises of other couples in the roomed hallways.
After ten minutes, Daniel had almost given up, when he finally sensed movement.
Darkness muted the circular opening as someone approached to make a choice. The man undid his pants, releasing an incredibly hard cock. The newcomer had nice hands with long, thin fingers. He slowly slid his dick through.
Daniel stared at it for a moment, his breath coming in short gasps. It was well over eight inches long with a large purple mushroom head. The other man flexed, and his cock jumped, causing the blood to strain against the skin.
Despite its three- to four-inch thickness, Daniel knew he wouldn’t have any trouble getting his mouth around the monster. Reaching slowly, he wrapped the fingers of his right hand around the bottom of the shaft. With his left hand, he gently massaged the balls at face level, bringing a groan from the other side of the wall. The man’s cock felt like hot velvet in his grasp.
Daniel moved his mouth forward and breathed softly on the cock, marveling at the feel of the dick pulsing and throbbing in his hand. He licked the tip of the head and tasted a drop of pre-cum. When he pulled the mushroom into his mouth, it tasted like hot satin, smoky and warm at the same time.
As he moved his tongue along the shaft, the man thrust farther into the hole. Daniel took the added length into his mouth. He sucked for a moment before pulling away. Then he allowed all of the cock into his mouth, sliding completely to the bottom of the shaft.
The other man’s balls tightened, and Daniel gave them a good hard squeeze. He worked his mouth and lips up and down the dick while his hand ran up and down the shaft, matching the rhythm of his lips.
In response, the man bucked. He pumped his cock and thrust it deeper into Daniel’s mouth. When Daniel heard him begin to moan softly and continually, he knew the other man wouldn’t last much longer. He increased his movements, popping on and off the head. The man grunted and shot a hot jet of cum. Daniel swallowed before another spurt joined the first, followed by a third. Milking the shaft, he sucked every last drop.
This was what he had waited for, the moment of release. That heady instant when he connected with an unknown stranger in the most intimate of encounters. It was why he kept coming back, why he kept embracing the unknown.
The man muttered a quiet “thank you” when Daniel released him. His dick slid back through the hole and into the darkness.
Daniel sighed. When would it be his turn? Not wanting to wait, he began to work his own cock. He closed his eyes and pictured his perfect man—tall with short dark hair, piercing eyes, a muscular and hairy chest, and a large throbbing cock. His face flushed as he neared his own release, his hand moving quickly along the shaft of his dick. With the fantasy of his ideal man in his mind, he increased the speed of his strokes. A moan escaped his lips.
His mind conjured up one name before he climaxed: Owen.
Daniel’s cum hit the wall just below the glory hole. He came and kept coming, emptying himself of the need that filled him and, hopefully, of the pain the memory of Owen caused. With one final spurt of cum, he felt sated.
Standing, Daniel decided he would take a shower. He wanted to wash some of the sweat off his body. He wanted time to think, time to cleanse.
And to reminisce about the man he had loved.
***
The hot water sluiced over Daniel’s naked skin.
He didn’t normally use the showers in the bathhouse, but he had felt the need to get clean. One or two men came in to look at him, but they left quickly. He wondered if they already had a visitor in their room.
Or if they were merely waiting and hoping, like him.
Daniel tried to let the memories go. They always brought him pain. A hotness rose in his chest that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water. Friends grew apart, Daniel knew that, but Owen remained with him.
Daniel compared every man he dated, every man he slept with, to Owen. He wondered vaguely if Owen was doing the same thing.
His cock hardened, the hot water seeking only to make it harder as drops of water pelted the head and shaft. Daniel closed his eyes and rested his head against the tiled wall of the shower. The two sensations warred with each other: the coldness of the tile against his skin and the hot water of the shower flowing over him.
“Nice cock,” a voice said.
Daniel opened his eyes to see a man showering next to him, his cock already hard and thick. Daniel ran his eyes down the man’s body and recognized the cock. “It was you,” Daniel said. “In the glory hole.”
The man nodded. He held out a hand and Daniel took it, wondering at the oddness of meeting someone for the first time when he’d already had the man’s cock in his mouth. “Name’s Clive.”
“Daniel.”
“You’ve got a really incredible mouth. I got hard again just thinking about it.” Clive looked down at his hard dick as if he were inviting Daniel to do the same thing. Daniel eyed Clive, really looking at him for the first time.
Clive stood a little taller than his own six one. Instead of Daniel’s dark brown hair that went past his shoulders, Clive had blond hair shaved down to a soft buzz. Droplets of water sat like jewels on Clive’s scalp.
Instead of Daniel’s green eyes, Clive’s blue eyes were narrowed in want. Stubble covered Clive’s chin and jaw, and Daniel wondered idly what it would feel like to have the roughness of that facial hai
r rasp along his body.
Clive was broad shouldered and barrel chested. Daniel saw the muscles of his chest move under his skin as Clive soaped his body. A fine dusting of chest hair, also holding the water like jewels, covered his chest. Daniel stared hungrily at Clive’s nipples, round and colored a dusty rose. They had turned to hard buds due to the pelting of the water.
Daniel moved his gaze down to Clive’s hard cock. He remembered the heat of Clive’s cock as the shaft of his dick rubbed against Daniel’s lips.
Daniel’s cock hardened further, and he was dizzy for a moment; he wondered if it was the blood rushing to his penis or the heat of the water mixed with the beat of his heart that produced this effect.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” Clive said.
He leaned forward and tweaked Daniel’s left nipple, then reached out and tugged on the right one. Finally, he pulled Daniel forward by his nipples so that he could crush his lips to Daniel’s.
Daniel relished the hot lick of pain and pleasure along his chest, and his cock hardened in response. Clive’s facial hair was fresh and hadn’t softened with time; as Clive kissed him, his stubble burned Daniel’s skin. Hungrily, Daniel kissed Clive back, angling the kiss so that he could thrust his tongue deeper into Clive’s mouth, tasting him, taking from him.
Daniel pressed his body up against Clive’s, the water slicking their naked skin. As Daniel’s hard cock rubbed against Clive’s stomach, Clive groaned deep in his throat; the sound was so deep, so primal, it was almost a growl.
Pulling away from the kiss, Clive looked at Daniel with eyes that flashed with hunger. The warmth rising from the water was nothing compared to the layer of heat that rose off their skin.
“I can’t wait,” Clive said. “But I’m going to have to. I need to get you ready.”
“Ready?” Daniel swallowed thickly. He had no idea what Clive had in mind for him. But he had a feeling that his body would enjoy it.
Clive forced him to turn around. Daniel did so, bracing himself with his hands against the slippery tile wall. “Spread your legs apart.” Clive’s voice was a command, not a request. “I want to make you ready.”
Daniel took in a shaky breath. “Ready for what?”
“For when I fuck you,” Clive growled.
As Clive kneeled on the tiled ground, he ran his hands along Daniel’s wet body. He stopped at Daniel’s buttocks, massaging them with large, strong hands. Daniel gasped as Clive’s fingers probed his asshole. He gasped again when Clive slid one of his fingers into him.
“God, you’re tight,” Clive said huskily. “You see what you do to me? How hard you make me?”
Daniel looked down at Clive, at Clive’s cock that seemed somehow larger, thicker. Just the memory of that cock slamming into his mouth and down his throat hardened Daniel’s own cock. “Yes,” he said. “Yes, I do.”
Daniel nearly moaned when the finger slipped out of him. He spread his legs wider to show Clive that he wanted more—but he wasn’t prepared for what happened next.
When he felt the first slide of Clive’s tongue along the cheeks of his ass, Daniel bucked. “I need you to stay still,” Clive growled. “I want you to enjoy this. I want to taste you.”
Daniel nodded even though Clive couldn’t see him do so. As Clive’s tongue worked its way closer and closer to his asshole, Daniel spread his legs farther apart. Clive spread Daniel’s ass cheeks wider and ran the pad of his tongue along Daniel’s asshole.
Despite himself, Daniel felt a moan escape his mouth. It came from the deep and primal place that he had closed off within him when he’d let Owen go. Heat ran through his body, and he felt his balls tighten.
Clive ran his tongue along Daniel’s asshole, let his tongue dart into Daniel’s most private place. He pulled Daniel’s asshole open wider with his fingers and tasted the bud there, tasted and savored. To Daniel, who had never experienced anything so private, so intimate, it was beyond anything he had ever known. Even as Clive darted his tongue inside his asshole once more, Daniel wished it was Owen who was tasting him in this way.
When Clive took his tongue away, Daniel felt the absence of heat immediately. He made a sound in his throat that was part growl, part moan. Clive chuckled behind him. “I can’t wait anymore,” Clive said. “Your body, the way you taste. It has me so close. Do you want me inside of you?”
“Yes,” Daniel said. “God yes.”
With one hard thrust, Clive slid his thick cock into Daniel. Clive waited only a moment for Daniel’s asshole to expand to the size of his cock before he began to thrust inside of him.
“You’re so tight,” Clive said. “So fucking tight.”
The heat that had been building in Daniel began to peak and grew higher and brighter with each of Clive’s thrusts. With both of his hands still supporting himself against the wet tile wall, his balls began to tighten and his asshole began to clench.
“Oh God,” Daniel said. The heat slid along the shaft of his cock, and his asshole clenched again. “I’m going to…”
“Come for me,” Clive said. “I’ll come with you. Come for me.”
Clive thrust harder and harder inside Daniel, each thrust met with the wet slap of skin. The heat exploded along Daniel’s body, and he came in thick hot spurts of cum that hit the tiled wall. Over and over he came, his body emptying itself of the heat that ran along his skin.
Clive bucked and thrust into Daniel once, twice, three times more and shuddered, coming inside Daniel with enough force to shake his body. His fingers dug into Daniel’s hips as he tried to remain upright. Still his cock came.
Daniel could feel the hot cum inside of him, dripping down his legs to be washed away by the hot water that felt cold in comparison. With one final thrust, Clive was done, his load spent. He rested his face against Daniel’s back, his breath hot and fast on Daniel’s skin.
With a gentle slowness that was unlike him, Clive pulled his cock out of Daniel. He leaned forward and kissed Daniel’s neck. Daniel closed his eyes, wishing for one moment that it was Owen kissing him, Owen’s breath warming his skin.
When Daniel opened his eyes, he turned around to find that he was alone. Wiping at the tears that no one would see within the falling water, Daniel grabbed the bar of soap sitting in the tray in front of him.
As he soaped himself down, Daniel thought of Owen.
And felt his cock grow hard again.
Biography
Jamieson has been writing since a young age, when he realized he could be writing instead of paying attention in school.
Since then, he has created many worlds in which to experience his fantasies and live out his dreams. He is the author of many best-selling works including Cupid's Delight, Starlight Starbright, and The Awakening. His best-selling Hard series includes Hard, Hardening, Harder, Hard Glory and Hardest.
He currently lives in Ottawa, Ontario with his his cat, Mave, who thinks she’s people.
You can learn more about Jamieson at his Web site at
www.jamiesonwolf.com or his blog www.jamiesonwolf.blogspot.com.
Other Books by
Jamieson Wolf
Cupid’s Delight
The Awakening
Starlight Starbright
Hard
Harder
Glory
Hard Glory
Hardening
Hardest
Copping a Feel
Jamieson Wolf, Hard Glory
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