Chapter 2
The men's room at the Drew Hotel was an old standby for finding cocksuckers. Although it was notorious among the locals, the transients who stayed there for a night or two did not know that the police had a surveillance hole in the ceiling and regularly spied on the men below. They did nothing about the glory hole between the two booths, since it was necessary to be able to catch the men having sex through it.
Dick had decided that this morning would be a good time to stake out the Drew men's room, since there were some conventioneers in town and there would probably be some unsuspecting tourists using the well-known glory hole.
Mark met Dick in the hotel coffee shop and they ate a roll and had another cup of coffee before starting work. They checked out their walkie-talkies, which were working properly. The restaurant was busy with the convention guests. Dick amused himself by speculating who was gay in the crowd and which ones they might pick up in the john downstairs. With some exceptions, Mark found it difficult to identify the gay ones in the crowd. In general they looked just like everyone else to him. But Dick thought he could spot them, and only laughed when someone used the old cliche, "It takes one to know one."
Finally they made their way to the men's room. They both entered and urinated at the urinals which were around the corner from the door. It was possible for someone to enter, stand near the door without being seen from the urinal and booth section, and receive a signal as part of the operation.
While urinating, Mark noticed two pairs of feet under the doors of the booths on both sides of the glory hole. He nodded at Dick, and after washing their hands, Dick hid around the corner. Mark left, holding the noisy door open for a moment as if both men had left together. Then he walked to the storeroom next to the john, opened it with his special key, and crept in. This room was next to the urinal and stall section of the men's room and had a high ceiling. Mark did not turn on the light but used a pocket flashlight. He quietly climbed a ladder to a loft above the john where there was a ventilation grating. By lying on the floor of the loft, he could see directly down on the two stalls in question.
The two men were still there, sitting on the stools. Mark knew one of them. He was a local man whom Mark had arrested several weeks before in the same spot. He was a librarian, Mark remembered, about forty-five and not at all attractive. Perhaps that's why he liked glory holes, thought Mark. Frequently the men involved never saw each other's faces.
The other man was a stranger to Mark. He was young, in his early twenties, and dressed in a stylish suit, probably one of the conventioneers. His pants were down to the floor now, his hairy legs spread, and he was stroking a very stiff, slim cock as he leaned back against the toilet tank. The older man was peering through the glory hole, watching the hand action and playing with himself, although Mark could not see his cock.
Apparently both thought that Dick and Mark had left the john. Dick remained hidden and completely silent in the outer room.
The older man put his finger through the glory hole and signaled the young man that it was safe to put his cock through the hole. The young man hunched forward immediately -- apparently he was pretty hot -- and the older man dropped to his knees in front of the hole. Mark could then see that he was massaging a thick, hard cock which was not very long but dribbled pre-cum fluid on the floor as he watched the young man stand to approach the hole.
Still with his pants on the floor, the young man tentatively inserted his rigid cock halfway through the hole. The librarian immediately seized on it with his mouth, licking the cockhead as he jerked his own prick.
Mark's cock was then as hard as those of the men he was watching. He rolled carefully to one side and took out his huge prick, which jerked with excitement in his hand. He began to stroke it roughly as he watched the cocksucker on his knees.
Apparently the librarian's treatment felt good; suddenly the boy shoved his cock all the way through the hole into the sucking mouth. Mark could hear the moans of appreciation from both men as they gave and received. Mark could understand why the young man would enjoy it, but he didn't understand why a man would like to suck another man's cock. Apparently it was exciting the sucker as much as it did the suckee!
Mark's hand was jerking rapidly now. The young man's head was thrown back in rapture, and he seemed to be looking almost directly at Mark peering through the vent above him. But he could not see Mark in his hiding place -- his eyes were glazed with his involvement in the blow-job he was receiving. Mark could almost feel the hot mouth on his throbbing prick.
Suddenly the young man pulled back to rest a moment. He wanted to prolong the thrill. He gently stroked his dripping cock with both hands and cupped his balls, watching the older man's face at the hole, his tongue licking his lips, panting for more of the long, hard cock.
The young man leaned back against the wall of the stall, his hand sliding over the cockshaft and the wet, spongy cockhead. His legs were spread as wide as his pants would allow, and his knees bent as his orgasm approached. His hairy legs were trembling with excitement. A grin started on his face, but it became a grimace as he felt the flood preparing. Mark also felt his climax coming, identifying totally with the young man.
Suddenly his prey lunged forward, shoving his cock through the glory hole. He was an instant too late, for his first spurt of thick cum struck the cocksucker in the face and dribbled down his nose and chin. But the older man ignored it and sucked in the shooting prick deep in his throat. Mark spurted his own cum on the floor beside him as the man below filled the cocksucker's avid mouth with jism. The older man started spurting on the floor between his knees as he received the tasty load.
Mark spurted jet after jet into the floor, but suddenly realized he had forgotten his real purpose. He fumbled for his radio transmitter and gave one push on the button. That activated a quiet click in Dick's receiver, signaling him that it was time to break up the party.
Dick stole in quietly as the men continued to cum. He yanked open both doors, whose locks had long since failed to function properly, in time to see the young man pressing ecstatically against the wall as the older man sucked his spurting prick.
Both men were shocked by Dick's unexpected appearance.
"You're both under arrest," Dick roared, showing his badge.
Mark had identified so strongly with the young man, cuming at the same time, that he could almost feel his shock. He gave his cock a final squeeze, and then scrambled down from his vantage point, putting his softening cock away, and joining Dick in the men's room to assist in the arrest.
By the time he arrived in the john, both men were adjusting their clothing, looking crestfallen and angry. Dick recited their rights to them and told them what they were accused of. The puddle of cum was still on the floor in the older man's stall, and his face was still streaked with the young man's jizz.
"Wipe your face," Mark commanded. Dick chuckled as he realized what had happened.
"Pretty anxious, weren't you, kid?" he sneered. The young man merely glared at him.
They handcuffed the two men and marched them upstairs into the lobby. The room was crowded, and many stared curiously at the group, all in civilian clothes but two men obviously in custody. Coming from the men's room, it was obvious what had happened.
Mark and Dick shoved them into the back seat of the unmarked police car at the curb near the entrance to the hotel. Mark drove as Dick tried to get the arrested men into conversation. Sometimes they could get a confession from the man which they could use in court.
"Why does a young, handsome guy like you hang around a smelly john to get a blow-job when he could be out with a pretty girl?"
The young man was still very angry and blurted out, "A hot mouth is better than a sloppy cunt anytime, pig!"
Dick chuckled, since he had trapped him into an admission, or at least it would be presented that way when he testified in court.
"Haven't I seen you before?" he asked the older man.
The librarian only grunted, but would say nothing.
Mark said, "We arrested him at the hotel several weeks ago, at the same place. He is out on bail. I guess he hasn't come to trial yet."
"Oh, yeah," Dick remembered. "You get pretty good stuff there?" he tried again. But the older man was wise to the trick and would say nothing.
Dick gave up and started talking to Mark about the cute blond he had made out with the night before. He described all the intimate details of her body and how much she moved for him in bed. It seemed to Mark that he was directing his comments more to the arrested men in back than to him, showing how much of a "real" man he was.
Mark responded only enough to be polite. He felt better after his orgasm, but was still in a bad mood. Then they arrived at the station and booked the men for L & L. By the time they had finished typing up the report, it was lunchtime.
They ate lunch together in a cafeteria near the station. Dick again started discussing the blond of the previous night, but Mark interrupted.
"Does your wife know about this?" He was becoming bored by all the details of Dick's love life.
Dick winked. "She thought I was out on assignment last night. I fucked her this morning before I came to work, so she is happy, I guess." Then he changed the subject.
"How about going fishing some weekend?" he proposed. "We could take some sleeping bags and spend most of Saturday and Sunday at a trout stream. What do you say?"
Mark gave him a non-committal answer. He would really prefer to get away from Dick on his time off. But he was lonely, and it might be a nice change.
"It gets pretty cold in the mountains at night. We might want to zip the sleeping bags together to keep warm," Dick mentioned casually.
Mark stared at him for a moment and then looked away. The job must be getting to him! For a moment he had the feeling that Dick was making a sexual advance! But that couldn't be. Dick was straight!
"My ex-wife always told me I was difficult to sleep with, tossing around all night. Putting the bags together might not be a good idea for you," he finally said.
"Oh, that's all right. It might be fun." Dick had dismissed the problem as being of no consequence. Again Mark had the feeling that he wanted more than to fish for the weekend.
"By the way," Dick said casually as they rose to leave, "I've got to take my wife to the doctor this afternoon. She thinks she might be pregnant again. Why don't you check out the john in the park about three or four o'clock this afternoon by yourself? There might be some action out there."