The Wall -- Inside

You have to go down to the warehouse district to find the Wall.

The Wall is talked about by many, but the members of a bathhouse in this industrial city knew the reality.

Before being a bathhouse, the old building was a body and paint shop. It had been refurbished into a club in the days before AIDS.
When the body shop that had been vacant for many years was taken over by a new owner, the workers in the surrounding shops would scratch their head and wonder about what kind of business the new management was in.

A new plain front was put up, absent window or garage doors. Only a simple standard door allowed entrance to the building. But no one ever went in or out.
In the daytime at least.

If the neighbors had been around in the evening hours they would have seen that the building was very busy.
Men would come at night. Some drove right up to the door and parked in front. With the day people gone, there was always plenty of room to park. Other's would park several blocks away and walk, not wanting their car to be seen near such a place.

It was always men who came at night. Mostly single, some in pairs and rarely in a group. But always only men came to this building.
The place was always busy at night and quiet by day.

There was no sign, except the number of the address in large three foot numerals.

Dave entered the place. He showed his card to the attendant. Dave was a regular, someone who was at the bathhouse enough times to know the attendant's name was Fred and for Fred to know Dave.

Dave went to one of the changing booths that surrounded the gym floor. He removed his clothes and put them in a net bag. With a towel draped over his shoulder, he left the booth and went to the shower room.

Two shower heads was all the place had. But the there was plenty of hot water.
Dave cleaned the day's sweat off and then took a disposable nozzle and attached it to a convenient hose.

Dave inserted the narrow nozzle up his ass, and filled himself with water. Then a quick trip to the toilets where he got rid of the water.
A couple such treatments, and Dave was as clean, inside and out.

Dave left the showers, towel across his shoulders, bare ass and cock on open display to the fellow members using the exercise equipment. The nods he got gave him the message that there was some interest.

Maybe, thought Dave. But later, he wanted to warm up first.
Dave went back to the changing booth, but it was the wrong booth, not the one with his clothes.

Dave pulled on the mirror in the booth. It pulled away from the wall. He stepped through the opening, into a curtained space. With the mirror back in place, Dave stepped into the room. The room with the Wall.

The twenty-five foot by fifteen foot room with a sunken floor was occupied with a couple of handfuls of people. Dave made ten in the room.
There were two men working the Wall, the narrow far end of the room.

Two naked men were standing in the left and right corners, facing the Wall, their heads moving back and forth to different rhythms.
The tilted over head mirror gave a bird's eye view, and Dave could see what he all ready knew was going on. The men at the Wall were sucking cock.
At face level, there were four holes in the Wall, and the left and right most had cocks sticking through the holes. Each cock was being attended to by a willing mouth.

The Wall was illuminated, the only light in the room, so the entrance end was the darkest. On the right and left sides were couches. Two men sat on one side, arms about each other, enjoying the show as their hands wandered over each other's body. On the couch on the other side sat a friend of Dave's.

"Dave," the friend said in a low voice. "Bring that lovely ass of yours over here so I can kiss it."

"Hi, Paul," Dave answered, moving over and thrusting his hip towards Paul's face.

Paul kissed Dave's hip as one hand caressed his ass and the other gently cupped his balls and fondled them.
"Good to see you, Dave," Paul said as his kisses moved across Dave's ass cheek.
"How about I rim you while you wait your turn?"

"Sounds like an idea," Dave answered, pulling his ass cheeks apart, giving Paul access to his hole.
"But even better would be for you to follow your tongue with a cock. Can you fuck me too?"

Paul didn't answer because his face was buried in Dave's ass and his tongue was lapping up and down, making Dave's asshole very wet.
When Paul finally felt he licked Dave's ass enough to take a short break, he said, "Sure, Dave, I'll fuck you. You know I can always get hard for your tight hole."

Dave and Paul moved to one of the arm chairs on the side of the room. The arm chair Dave chose was according to the understood rules of the room. Dave was third in line.

The couches in the rear of the room were for watcher's. The men who would service the Wall sat in the arm chairs, moving up as a cock appeared in the Wall to be sucked.

A ceiling mounted TV monitor gave a view of the open area on the other side of the Wall. The men in the room could see the approach of patrons of the trucker bar on the opposite side of the block.

That was how they knew when a cock was coming to be suck, and why, when a trucker stepped up to the hole, he always found a mouth waiting for him.

A skinny tall blonde man, who Dave knew only by sight, sat in the left front arm chair. He was next.

He watched the overhead mirror, watching the two men at the wall sucking the cocks presented to them. The blonde was stroking his cock carefully, just enough to keep him close to the edge of coming, but never enough to actually make his cock ejaculate.

In the right front arm chair, there were two men. The arm chair had been turned around, one man kneeling in the seat, leaning his chest on the back. He watched the two cocksuckers at the Wall as the man with the watcher fucked him.

The other man stood behind the first, slowly pumping his cock into and out of the kneeling man's ass.

Since none of the empty arm chairs had the seat cushion turn up, Dave knew that of the pair, only one was waiting a turn at the wall. The other man was keeping company with the waiter.

It was the same with Paul. He would be at Dave's chair as Dave waited his turn. If Paul wanted to do a cock at the Wall, he could turn up a cushion at the next chair.

But Paul was known as "Rimbo", a notorious rimjob giver. Paul preferred to lick and fuck ass of the regulars than to suck strange cock.

Dave knew the black man sitting in the left, second from the front, arm chair. Dean likes to suck cock.
Once a month, Dean came to the Wall. He'd stay all day, getting in line over and over, sucking cock at the Wall, and sucking any one on this side of the Wall who wanted a blow job.

Dean didn't get sucked. He was an older guy, but his big muscled frame appealed to many in this club. Dean said it took a whole day of sucking cock to get him hard.

"Don't get old," Dean would tell the young men of the Wall. "Getting old sucks, and not in a good way."
Dean had a ten inch cock. It was ten inches when soft or hard. On his cocksucking days, Dean's cock would get harder and harder, and stick up more and more, until it was a ten inch black monster, ready for what Dean had to do.

Which was go home and fuck his old lady.

The monitor showed someone from the trucker bar coming to the holes. The blonde went to the middle hole.
At the same time, the cocks feeding the two men at the Wall pulled back through the holes. A cock appeared in one of the middle holes, and the blonde was on it.

In the monitor, Dave and Paul recognized the men on the other side who were walking away. Not by name, did Dave and Paul know them, but the two feeders were regulars to the trucker bar and regulars to the feeder side of the Wall. Their preferences were familiar.

The two truckers would go to the Wall together, unusual for a feeder. They would let themselves be sucked long after they came. Not as unusual, but most men don't like getting sucked anymore once they came. But these two would. They'd shoot their load, and let the mouth in the hole keep sucking. The lucky member of the club got to extend his stay at the Wall, sucking away, until a new patron on the other side came to get his cock served.

Everyone waiting moved up an arm chair. Dave and Paul went to the chair Dean had occupied. Dean asked Dave if he could suck him while he was waiting. That was fine with Dave. Dean turned up the cushion on the second chair, showing any new arrivals that it was his place.

Dave stood up, next to his chair. Dean got on knees before him, and swallowed Dave's entire cock. Paul was kneeling behind Dave, spreading Dave's cheeks, and tonguing Dave's ass.

This was good. Dean was a great cocksucker. His lips were thick, and felt so good. Dean always gave a comfortable blow job. His soft lips and tongue were so gentle, yet stimulating, they just pulled the come out of a cock.

And Paul on ass, that was a treat Dave hadn't been planing on getting. Paul had stopped licking, and now was jabbing his tongue into Dave's anus. Paul had a long tongue, and it was entering the rectum. Dave was getting fucked, tongue fucked. It was like a tiny cock, softly entering, spreading and sliding between the ring of muscles that made the anus, the butt hole.

This was a good preliminary for later, when Paul would be really fucking Dave. The tongue fucking got the ass all ready for the cock to come.
With Dean in front, and Paul in back, Dave was overloading in tactile pleasure.

Added to it was the show before him. The two in the "next" chair, were fucking away. Dave could hear the slap as the fucker's pelvis hit the fuckee's ass.
At the Wall, the blonde was attacking the cock. It was a style different than Dean's easy mouth.

The blonde was sucking hard, frantically moving his head back and forth on the cock through the hole. No cock could long stand up to this action. The back of his head was almost a blur, and in the overhead mirror, Dave could see a cock being sucked with almost machine effectiveness.

And then Dave saw the blonde head pause. He realized the cock must be coming, and the blonde was savoring the come in his mouth.

The cock in the Wall pulled away and the blonde went to toward the back of the room and out the exit. The Wall was empty, but that wouldn't be for long. It was normal for the patron's of the trucker bar to wait for the holes to be empty before stepping up to get their cocks sucked.
Adding the curtains helped tremendously. There weren't that many feeders willing to get sucked in view of other men.

The man fucking in front of Dave, Paul and Dean increased his pace, fucking harder and faster. The man with the cock in his ass moaned, and then the man doing the fucking moaned, and he must have come too.

A new cock was coming to the Wall. The man who had been fucked went up to meet it. 
The other man, the one who just finished fucking an ass left.

There was a whiff of santorum, the mix of lubricant and fecal material. Dave didn't like the smell. Neither did Paul. Both liked an ass to be clean.
Dean didn't notice. Dean had Dave's cock in his mouth and that was all he cared about. Dean didn't touch ass. Dean sucked.