The holes of Maine.....
~~~~~Let’s back UP a bit. One might be asking, Why Maine? Well, let me tell you! It all started back a few months ago when piggy, piggy fan, Mike, emaled me. Asked about getting together for a week. A bit gun shy because of a week long excursion with a client in Hawaii. However, I went ahead and responded with the particulars. Phone calls were made, deposits were secured and we were set! On Thursday, August 15, 2002, I was on a plane to Portland, Maine. Mike actually lived about an hour and fifteen minutes from the airport! Oh, and just for the record, he also lives about an hour from the nearest Starbucks! Hello, can I get anyone to join me in saying, Oh shit! LOL! Not only did he live that far away from the nearest Starbucks. We couldn’t find a place in town that even made Café Lattes! Anyhow, I am sitting on the plane with the week a done deal and made it through. Mike is a very simple man that leads a very simple life. I was a part of that life for the past week. What a pleasure it was! We went on day trips to the national forest, nude pond, rest area and antique shopping! In working out at the local gym I stopped by the local bookstore to see if they carried our product. Raging Stallion Studio, Inc., has gone independent now. We don’t have an exclusive distributor. So, with me being on the road as much as I am. I like to stop by make contact with the stores. Introduce myself, thank them if they are carrying the product. If not, twist arms, get on my knees, you know, just do what it takes to get product out to the stores so y’all can enjoy on a cold windy night! Any night really, ok, it doesn’t have to even be night! Yeah man! You guys deserve to be able to stick a video in your player while you are alone or with a buddy. Not have to worry about remote controls and fast forwards. Just Stick it IN, I say, and get busy! Is that too much to ask for my loyal group of friends and fans? Hell no! So, I take a look at the shelves. Don’t find anything. Take a look at what they have playing in the booths. Nothing. Go speak with the guy at the counter. He says, No one is the buyer right now. Hmm. OK. Seems as though the owner has just passed away. Things are a bit UP in the air right now. So, I mosey on back to the booths since I am there. You will never guess what I found! No, no, not product! Something for me to put my product through! LOL! Glory holes, my friends, glory holes. Ya-hoo! Haven’t really seen them since they tore the doors off the booths at A to Z Books in Garden Grove! I love glory holes. They can be so much fun! So, drop the money in the slot and kick back. Hot as hell in the booth so my shirt comes off. Doesn’t take long for me to get my first visitor next door. While I was UP asking my questions, the gentleman that just walked in the booth next door had been checking me out. Long hair, nice looking working man. I didn’t waste any time. I took a peek through the hole in the wall to see what he was working with. It was stiff as a flag pole. It was nice too! Made the motion to let him know I was certainly interested in helping him out with that beautiful piece. Through the hole it came. It was probably about 8 inches. Thick enough to just make it through the perfectly drilled out holes. And I do mean perfectly. Sniffing around to make sure it was lickable. It sure looked lickable. When it came through the hole it pointed straight to the ceiling. This boy was very happy to have seen me. That’s for sure! I started by sniff that proud piece of meat. In looking at it, it sure looked like something I would love in my mouth. Had to make sure though before I out my tongue to work. That baby smelled clean and certainly worthy of a lick here and there! I began playing with his proud as fuck member for the next fifteen minutes or so. Dropped down on it. Took it all the way to the wall. Frustrating thing about such small precision like holes made. Can’t get the whole thing down my throat like I was aching to do. Felt like ripping the wall out down around his nut suck to make room. Oh well, part of the fun I suppose! I brought UP Monster and jacked them together. Rubbing our heads together. Love that. Feels so good. Doesn’t it? Dropping to my knees I would throat his hard cock some more. Jack mine, rubbing his length all over my bearded face. Let me tell you, there wasn’t a piece of that cocked that hadn’t been touched by my darting tongue. Bringing both of us to a boil. My nut sack was ready for release. Working out makes me very horny. Not to mention what this piece of anonymous white shaft was doing for my already pretty full sack! I stood UP, brought my piss slit really close to his still very swollen cock. Of course he was probably expecting more of the cock heads together. Nope, not this time. Letting my juices fly. Standing at attention as he cock does! I sprayed hot load all over the underside of his cock. His head was shot three times with my powerful jets of cum. It started sliding down his shaft, dripping on to the floor. Nice slow, milky white streams of cum were dripping off his dick! Fucking hot! Squirt after squirt shot out of the piss slit. Man, I would have loved to see the look in his eyes when he felt and it registered that my juices were flying all over his beautiful white cock! The shaft of his cock was covered with my sweet load by the time I was done. I dropped back down on my knees. Using my fresh cum as lube. I jacked him a bit. One more time my throat was made available. Tasting my load. Sweet my friends, sweet! Pulled my mouth off and worked him a bit more. Felt him convulsing. I was eye level to watch him squirt his load in between my fingers and on the floor. Whew! That was fun. In hindsight, I should have invited him to the play party Mike had organized for the next night......
Keeping it hard and well lubed..... Michael Brandon
