Remembering Jack

Remembering Jack[ With Covid-19 messing up everything you can imagine(!!!), here's a story looking back to pre-Covid-19 days; and not that far back, either! This is for 'Jack', the best glory hole operator I've ever had the pleasure of knowing first-hand! ]It had all the signs of being a hot, and quite humid summer that year (of 2018), but it was so worth venturing out into that sultry afternoon, knowing that Jack was waiting there for me behind the glory hole in his garage!I might have walked over (it was that close), but the heat, and the steamy humidity, urged me to take the car, instead; and so as I drove I felt the anticipation building up within me; and my cock was throbbing behind my zipper as I parked behind his garage in the alley, and made my way inside. I didn't care at that moment if some of his neighbors might see me. I needed a good blow job, and a much needed 'draining' of weeks of pent up cum! They could conclude whatever they wanted to conclude as far as I was concerned. 'A stiff dick has no conscience', as the saying goes.The structure where Jack had installed the glory hole really wasn't a garage, as such. It was really more like a large work shop/shed. One end of it had been partitioned off, and where the door might have been, there was a pice of plywood covering it with only one small hole located about three feet from the floor, about two and a half to three inches in diameter where he took care of business from the other side. I'd never actually seen Jack (except for a quick glimpse the first time I ever went over there). He was white, about early 50's, maybe five foot eight, or so, with graying hair cut short. It had only been a brief glimpse, but had I seen him in any other context (the hardware store, the grocery store, etc.) I wouldn't have given him any thought; and I definitely wouldn't have thought of him as an avid cock sucker...but there you go. Outward appearances can be very deceiving.As soon as I was inside, I fastened the door shut so that no one else, coming in from the alley, could accidently barge in. Then, without any further ado, I unzipped my jeans as I walked up to the glory hole, and after I'd gotten my cock and balls out through the fly, and only partly erect, I inserted it through the hole---and turned myself over to Jack's skillful attention!We rarely ever chatted during these times. In fact, Jack had said he didn't really enjoy chatting. He just wanted to suck my cock (and swallow my load), and that was all he was interested in; and it was hard to argue with that!So, standing there in the semi-darkness, with the air-conditioning making it's ever-present white noise, I closed my eyes, as I felt Jack grabbing hold of my cock and balls...and, a moment later, I felt his warm, wet mouth engulfing my stiffening cock."Oh---god," I said a loud as I felt his lips closing around my cock shaft, and as he fondled my balls at the same time.What 'chatting' Jack did prefer in those circumstances was for me to speak roughly to him---something like: "Mmm, yeah! SUCK my cock, you FAGGOT!"He said he enjoyed being talked to like that, and though I didn't really want to call him such names, he preferred it, and so I complied with his wishes.So, as I remained standing there, and as Jack worked my cock and balls over with that obvious enthusiasm he always brought to these occasions, I kept up a fairly steady banter of 'abusive' talking (which brought a definite sort of exhilaration)."Oh, yeah," I began saying, "THAT'S it. Fucking SUCK my cock!"Each time I spoke to him like that, I could feel the effect of it instantly through his mouth, and that, in turn, inspired me to say more such things. Though I really didn't like the word 'faggot', and wouldn't have used it in any other context, in that one, it's use paid a certain dividend we both liked.Since it had been a long time since my last visit there, I'd arrived with a certain urgency to have my balls milked dry; and I knew that if he kept up his enthusiastic attention like he was, that I'd soon blow my load---but it seemed, by the way he was behaving on the other side of the divider, that he just as eager for me to come as I was; and so I did nothing to hold back the flood (of sperm) that was stirring in my balls.When I did come, a few moments later, I began to shiver from the intense pleasure of the release, and I jerked involuntarily as I felt my climax coursing through me."Oh--FUCK YESSS," I kept saying, over and over, as Jack never stopped sucking my cock till it began to go limp. Even then, he didn't stop completely. By then, my cock head was so incredibly sensitive, that even the slightest caress of his lips or tongue caused me to jerk and twitch. Then I felt him kiss my cock head, and as he did, he let go of my balls.I sighed loudly as I stood there like that for several seconds before withdrawing my cock back through the glory hole."Thanks," I said, as I leaned over to grab my jeans and begin pulling them back up, in readiness to leave."No," he replied. "Thank YOU! That was quite a load you brought me today.""Yeah," I said, in agreement. "It was.""Bring me another one like that!" He said, with a slight chuckle in his voice. "Please!" He added."I will!" I said, not realizing that that might be, for all I know, the last time I'd ever be able to go over there. The pandemic hadn't hit yet, you see?Now that it has...I have NO idea when, or if, I'll ever be able to go back over, or if Jack will even be doing the glory hole thing! I hope he is still doing that (someday), but who knows?So, Jack? I have not forgotten you! I hope to drop back by again some day...but, until then...take care! Okay?The End