He stood in front of me and began to unbuckle his pants. I stared as first he opened his belt, then the button of his jeans, slid his zipper down and ...lipped his pants from around his waist. The bulge of his cock was obvious through his underwear and my mouth bent forward and mouthed his cock through the taut fabric.“Yea, you want more of that?," he taunted me.“Mmmm," I moaned in response.He pushed my head away and said, “Tell what it is you want.”I grunted in frustration at being pushed away. These young men could come by, stick their hard cocks through the hole, I'd then proceed to work it over with all the lavish attention I could muster, their eventually 'unload', pull up their jeans, and leave out the back door through which they had arrived! It was a 'no-harm, no-foul' situation!Another thing that I really liked about my glory hole experiences with these young men, was that nearly all of them, at one time or another, would frequently return, on the very same day, for yet. I return to masters table he smiles "Well done very obedient" Master stands and leads me over to the pool table area, he starts to play a game with a local saying " If you win you and your friends can do what ever you like with my little slut, sound like a good bet?" the guy smiles and nods his agreement, there are about twenty men and women in the bar who are now drifting to the pool table, master breaks the balls and pots 3 balls maybe he will win I think to myself, the local guy then gets. He reached into his pants and was rubbing what ever was in there. He started asking me if I had a girl friend or a girl I liked. All I could say was no. He then said, but your a good looking boy, they should be all over you.He then put his arm around me and laughed. He then said, do you know what little girls do to little boys? No I said. Well they have a habbit of playing around and touching you to get you excited.Then he started to rub my leg and moved up toward my crotch. I started to tense.