Nothing more. Nothing less. Simple. Straight forwards. Uncomplicated. Direct.A glory hole reduces everything down to a cock, and a set of balls, pokin... through a hole in the wall. That's it. Nothing more. Nothing less. There are white cocks. Brown cocks. Yellow. Red. And black cocks. But for me, Dr. Cocksucker, they were all lovely cocks!Though I did feel sorry for the trauma's these various soldiers may have underwent, I knew that all I could really do for them was to provide them with means. There's nothing here but a good time, sexy boy. Give yourself to the moment, I promise you won't regret it."He guided my hands back to his chest and leaned in to kiss me as I unbuttoned his shirt. My hands weren't exactly as steady as rocks, but I was able to open his shirt without any fumbling.His body was tremendous, broad-chested and powerful and still very well defined. He had a lot of dark hair on his torso, which accentuated his masculinity tremendously. Jon was just a hell of a lot of. I had no alternative and accepted the job. The following day, Saturday, my Father came to the shop and mocked Brian for his queerness. He did it in front of other staff and they all laughed. Brian looked at me and his expression was enough for my smile to disappear. As I went to leave that night, Brian told me the time of the party and reassured me that there was nothing untoward.When I got to Brian’s flat, I was surprised how modern and comfortable it was. Tables and chairs were laid out in. "She'd have the fuzz down our necks befo' we got two miles." Stitch and Jodie can stay here and guard her. He'd only git in the way anyhow."Cold shivers of sudden deep fear ran down Susan's spine as she heard his words. She was going to be left with the Negress and the idiot! She wanted to scream out and plead with him not to do such a cruel and horrible thing. Her life wouldn't be worth a thing and if they didn't kill her they would do terrible things to her that would make her wish she were.