Caleb 38 – Gloryhole

It was strange. The days seemed to be flying by, but the weeks were dragging their feet. There were not nearly enough hours in each day to accomplish what I wanted to do, and yet the date that Ness was going to join us, marked on the wall calendar in the kitchen - which Mary had insisted upon - as well as in the diary on my phone and laptop, seemed never to be getting any closer.

I was lying in bed, having just woken up, contemplating my day and week ahead. I had been jumped by the twins the previous night. They’d been so happy that Dianna had been forgiven that, even though we had all had a long and cum-filled afternoon, they’d been insistent on showing me and Jules their gratitude. Since Jules was ‘off’ at the time, they’d showed her by swamping her with their powers, which had had the smaller girl basking in an almost ecstatic haze.

One thing that Mary did point out to us both was that Dianna had dropped a not-so-subtle hint during lunch. Mary was delighted that I’d lowered my shields for her grandmother, and that Jules had trusted her enough to share a memory with her; she cautioned us, though, that both might expose ‘Fuck it’ moments that Dianna either might have to report, or might inadvertently let slip to the Council. That explained why Amanda had described the situation with Louise and Keenan rather than simply showing her the memory.

“It’s one thing trusting Grandmother,” she’d explained, “but just remember that she is only an Empath. At least one person on the council is a Telepath, and they might be able to extract memories from her that we wouldn’t want them to see.”

I slid out of bed, shivering slightly in the cool air, before showering and heading to the dojo.

I had considered reaching in and taking all the knowledge that Kevin had on martial arts, and then training on my own. It certainly would have been far more efficient than what I was doing. But the thought of doing that to him, without either his knowledge or permission, repulsed me. The feeling had been similar to what I’d felt when I’d first realized I could force people to have sex with me using my powers, though not nearly as extreme.

I recognized the hypocrisy; sometimes I had no qualms about violating someone’s privacy, and other times the thought appalled me. I couldn’t explain it to myself. As much as I wanted to believe that there was some rhyme or reason to it, I couldn’t be sure of that. I had to admit that my decision-making could be infected by bias, prejudice, the vagaries of my emotions, and even just a plain failure to think things through.

Stealing Kevin’s memories wouldn’t have done any harm, but it wouldn’t have helped anyone besides myself – at least in the short term. Still unsure if I was acting morally or just arbitrarily, I decided to keep doing it the hard way.

I was making breakfast when Josh and Louise came into the kitchen. “Morning,” I said. They returned the greeting as they sat down at the table, waiting for breakfast to be ready.

“How was Nana Babi?” I asked.

“She’s a wicked old girl,” said Josh with a grin.  “You should hear some of the stories she told us about her younger days. She was quite the man eater.”

Louise smiled. “She’s taken to Josh,” she said to me. “They were as thick as thieves.”

“When are you going up again?” I asked.

Louise grimaced. “Probably in a couple of weeks,” she said. “I want to go at least every two weeks. Claire says she hasn’t got long left, and I missed so much time with her since Keenan and I broke up.

“She also asked when you guys were going to go up and see her again.”

“Us?” I asked. “Why does she want to see us? We have no connection to her.”

“She’s a lonely old lady,” said Josh. “She likes company.”

“She’s a rich old lady,” I countered. “I’m sure she gets all the company she can handle.”

“That’s just it,” Louise said. “She wants company from someone who doesn’t care that she’s rich. She knows that you guys are not after her for her money, or just being nice to get something in the will.”

“I’ll speak to the girls,” I said.

“About what?” asked Amanda as the three of them entered the kitchen.

“Louise wants us to go up and see Nana Babi with them in a couple of weeks,” I said.

Mary grinned. “Great,” she said. “I like her. I’ll bet she has some great stories to tell.”

Louise smiled. “Then you’ll come?” She looked from Mary to Amanda to Jules. They all nodded. She looked at me. “Caleb?”

“Sure,” I said, finishing up the bacon and putting it on a plate in the middle of the table. Louise squealed in delight.

I had a full morning of hypnotherapy appointments on campus, and a single class in the afternoon. Since I had nothing else on, I went to it. The professor made no comment about my spotty attendance. They were starting a revision schedule for the upcoming year-end exams, which were just over a month away.

I made dinner as soon as I got home; I only had a short time before meeting Jeevan. I was looking forward to it, but also dreading it, in a way. He had assured me that I had cured the little girl with the brain tumour, but I was terrified that he was wrong. At that moment, I felt like if I if I never saw her again, I could believe that I had saved her life and not think too much more about it. If I returned to the hospital and found that not to be the case, it would break me.

Jeevan was waiting for me in the parking lot. I had dressed in the janitor’s uniform, so there was no need for me to get changed. He smiled at me when he saw me.

“Are you ready?” he asked. I guessed that he could feel my anxiety. Logic told me that everything would be okay; fear begged to differ. I felt nauseous as we once more climbed the stairs to the fifteenth floor. I didn’t even have the wherewithal to complain about not using the elevator.

When we arrived on the ward, I almost turned around and walked away, but it was too late. I had already seen her mother, standing outside of her room. She was talking to one of the doctors. She spotted Jeevan and called to him.

“Mister Jay?” she called. “Are you here to fix the dripping tap?”

I saw that he had planted the thought in her head that there was a dripping tap in her daughter’s bathroom, and we were there to fix it. The fact that there were two of us, neither of whom had any tools of any description, didn’t register with her. Jeevan nodded. “Is it all right for us to go in?”

“Yes,” said her mother. “Christina is napping, but if you’re quiet, you’ll be fine.”

We opened the door quietly and walked into the room. Christina was sitting up and watched us enter. Her face split into a smile when she saw us.

“Mister Jay,” she yipped. “Mister Kay.”

I looked at her with my Empathy. I could see that the tumour was almost gone. Christina herself looked much better. Her colour was good, and she had even managed to put on some weight. She almost looked like a normal six-year-old girl.

Waves of relief washed over me, and once again I could feel tears coursing down my cheeks. I turned away, trying not to show her. I tried to push past Jeevan to go into the bathroom, but stopped when a small hand took hold of mine.

“Mister Kay?”

I looked down. Christina had hopped out of bed and was holding onto my hand.

I wiped my face with my free hand. “How are you feeling?” I asked her, trying hard to keep my voice from breaking.

She looked up at me, her eyes the brightest blue. She beckoned, and I dropped to my haunches in front of her.

“I’m better,” she said. “Thank you.” Then she let go of my hand and threw her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly.

“I won’t tell,” she said into my ear. “I promise.”

I enveloped the little girl in a hug, holding her for a second before standing up, lifting her with me, and carrying her back to her bed. I laid her back onto mattress and tucked the bedclothes around her.

“I’m so happy that you’re better,” I said, recovering myself. “You make sure you look after your mom, okay? She’s had a hard time.”

“I will,” she promised.

After we left Christina’s room, we went to the cafeteria so I could grab a coffee and compose myself.

“I told you she was okay,” said Jeevan, “but I also knew you wouldn’t be sure until you saw for yourself.”

I nodded. “It just seemed so unreal,” I said. “Of all the powers I have seen, this seems the most unbelievable. I know I have seen you Heal, but she’s a little girl.”

“I know,” he said. “Believe me, every Healer has the same doubts - the same response the first time, and often beyond. The fact that it is a child only compounds the emotions. Be happy, my friend; you have given that little girl her life, and she will always remember you.”

“Will she?” I asked.

“I believe so,” he said. “I’ll bet if you run into her in the street in a dozen years, she will still remember her ‘Mister Kay.’”

I shook my head.

“Come,” he said. “Tonight, I want to go to the ER and see what’s going on down there. I’d like to show you how to deal with trauma if there are any suitable candidates.”

I finished my coffee, took a deep breath and stood. I smiled at Jeevan. “Let’s go.”

We took the elevator down to the ER. It seemed that Jeevan had no issues with using the elevator to go down; it was going up he had a problem with. When we arrived in the ER, there were a stack of patients waiting for treatment, and we spent the evening using up both our powers treating sprains, strains, and a few broken bones. He was disappointed that there were no major traumas that night.

“How screwed up is it,” I asked him, “that we are sitting here hoping for someone to have a major accident just to make our night more interesting?”

I also took the opportunity to ask him my other outstanding questions. He outlined to me how I could resolve the issue of Fiona’s excess skin. He said I should do it sooner rather than later, as then the skin would shrink as she lost weight and people wouldn’t comment so much. I resolved to do something about it as soon as we went up there.

With regard to my ‘extra inch’ he told me that it was easy to achieve. I could, in a relatively short time, change my size. “There is a disease called Peyronie's disease,” he said, “that results in a painfully curved and scarred penis. The technique for doing what you want is the same as for treating that.” He showed me. “Don’t be too ambitious with your own size. Most girls may drool over a picture of a twelve-inch penis, but if you went near them with it, they would run away from it as fast as they could. Trust me, anything between six and nine inches is fine. More than that and you are going to be looking for a size queen to use it with.”

My final question concerned Dana. I asked him if I’d be able to use my powers to help her transition.

“Yes and no,” he said. “You could do much for her that Norm science also could – except, with experience, you could do it better, and faster, and with less recovery time, I am quite sure. How much experience? Quite a lot, I am afraid. I bear no inordinate loyalty to nature; I do not view transitioning as some kind of sin or abomination. Nature is what you will be fighting if you seek to use Healing to help her in that way, though. You will not be getting any help from her physical body – quite the opposite.

“Given that it would also expose you,” he said, “I might recommend letting the Norms do what they do. They are not so bad at it these days. If she and her doctors are both struggling, perhaps you could offer a helpful nudge from time to time; perhaps she has larynx surgery to alter her voice, and just-so-happens to get exactly the voice she always dreamed of having. Perhaps her surgically-constructed vagina experiences pleasurable sensations that her surgeons dared not even suggest might be possible. Perhaps, if she chooses to have her body hair removed, the procedures go better than expected, and she is left completely smooth everywhere she wants to be after only a few sessions.

“Even then, I would caution you to do your homework. Nature is a formidable opponent.”

Knowing more or less what I could do, I spent my journey home thinking about what I should do. I almost grew out my cock as I was driving – a ‘little’ surprise for the girls the next time everyone was horny - but then I wondered if I should be asking their opinion. They were the ones that had to accommodate it, after all.  I had never had cause to complain about my size before, and the idle thought that I couldn’t make Dianna gag on my cock didn’t strike me as a good enough reason to add an extra inch.

Then I had the thought that if I asked the girls and they all said yes, how would that make me feel? That sent me spiraling a bit. I worried that their eagerness to play with Josh was down, at least in part, to his bigger package.

Then I remembered Ness - how difficult it had been to even get inside of her.  Amanda loved anal, but Dean’s girth had hurt her. She hadn’t really complained – she’d almost viewed it as a challenge to overcome – but that wasn’t the point.

By the time I arrived home, I’d talked myself out of it. I left open the possibility of doing it temporarily someday as a special surprise.

Tuesday was a ‘schedule’ day. It contained no highlights whatsoever. I went to the dojo, to PSU, and then back to the dojo to teach. My class was doing really well; most of them had learned the first kata. We ended the session with a sparring practice, during which Josh got his ass handed to him by Jules. Like her sister, Jules was feisty when she had to be.

Wednesday morning was Ethics. We were picking up where we’d left off: superheroes. Dana sat at her desk, not particularly looking at anyone and not participating in the discussion. I decided to poke her a little.

“In the end,” I said when called on to speak, “it doesn’t matter. As a superhero, I will do what I want, since nobody can stop me. I don’t need their permission, and if they don’t like what I do, then that’s just too bad.”

“Might makes right?” The voice was cutting, scornful, and Dana’s. Inwardly, I grinned.

I spent the next five minutes being ‘educated’ as to the error of my premise before the lecturer took pity on me and intervened.

“There are some that say that the US takes this attitude,” he offered. “That we think that because we have the military might to do so, we force our rules and beliefs on others. It is certainly a point of view.” That, too, brought out a storm of comments from many of the class, including Dana, and took the spotlight away from me.

As the class were arguing the point, I caught the professor’s eye. He glanced quickly in Dana’s direction and nodded. It seemed that he knew what I had done, and why, and had appreciated it.

Once the class was over, I was heading for the door when I heard her.

“Caleb?”

I turned. Dana was standing about ten feet away. I got jostled as people tried to go around me, and I stepped to one side.

“Can we talk?” she asked once I’d managed to get out of the flow of traffic.

I nodded. “Of course. When?”

“After school?” she asked.

“Want to come over for dinner?” I asked. “The guys would love to see you.”

She bit her lip, uncertain. “They all know?” she asked nervously.

“They know,” I said, “and it makes absolutely no difference to them. I promise you.”

She stared at me for a moment, and appeared to steel herself. “Okay,” she said. “What time?”

“Up to you,” I said. “You can come back with me, or we can come get you a little later. We usually eat between about six thirty and seven on a Wednesday.”

“On a Wednesday?” she echoed. “Is it different other nights?”

“Mondays, I volunteer, so we eat early,” I explained. “Tuesdays I teach Karate, Thursdays we go to the gun range and Fridays is a night out. So yes - Wednesday is our only week-night in.”

“Can I meet you in the parking lot again, after class?” she asked.

“That would be perfect,” I said.

I had some more hypnotherapy sessions booked for the afternoon, and I worked through those, all the time completing a couple of assignments while the ‘clients’ were asleep and their chaperones sat through an illusion of me talking rubbish to their charges. I had time after the last one to email the assignments to the professors concerned, and then I went to the parking lot to meet Dana. She was waiting by my truck when I arrived.

“Sorry,” I said. “Have you been waiting long?”

“Just arrived,” she said. I opened the door for her, and she climbed in. I went around the truck and got in the driver’s side. She didn’t wait for me to open the door when we arrived at the house, hopping out as soon as I turned the truck off. Then she waited for me at the front door, looking a little embarrassed that she hadn’t thought that far ahead.

Jules and the twins were home; Josh and Louise were yet to arrive.  The girls welcomed Dana, and Mary was just making coffee when Louise came into the house, Josh following. Louise’s eyes lit up when she saw Dana, and she hurried over to give her a hug.

We took our drinks into the living room. It was warm enough to sit out on the deck, but I wasn’t sure if our neighbors would be ‘observing.’ I didn’t think that Dana would appreciate an audience.

She sat, nursing her drink and looking around at us.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry,” she began, “for running out on you guys like that, and for lying to you.”

“Lying?” asked Josh. “What about?”

She looked at him incredulously. “A-about me b-being a…”

“Dana,” Josh asked softly, “which is the real you? In your heart. Are you Dana or are you David?”

I was impressed, and even a little surprised. He usually didn’t take the lead on anything serious, and I think we’d all convinced ourselves he was a bit thicker than he really was just from all the jokes we told about it.

“Dana,” she said, her eyes locked with his.

“Then you didn’t lie,” he said. “You came to us as Dana - the real you. That’s who I met, and that’s who I had fun with. If there’s one thing that being around Caleb has taught me, is that what’s inside someone is more important than anything else. I’m not going with the cheesy Avatar line, but I will say this: you are a great girl and you make me laugh. You’re far too intelligent for me to talk to - but even so, I like being around you. Nothing else really matters.”

Louise sniffed and wrapped her arms around Josh. “It looks like Jules beat some sense into you finally,” she said, kissing his cheek.

“I don’t know what to say,” Dana said. “I came here with a whole speech prepared, but…”

“Jamie spoke to me,” I said. “She asked me what we wanted from you. My answer to her, and to you, is friendship. I know that from the outside, our living arrangement can seem a little daunting. Everyone here is having sex with everyone else, and yes, that includes Josh and me. That doesn’t mean that we expect to have that kind of relationship with every single person we meet. We can, and do, have friends.

“You have a journey ahead of you. It’s going to be challenging enough without having to take it alone. We still have a lot to learn about each other, but isn’t that half the fun of meeting new friends? Finding out new things? We are at PSU for another year. After that – who knows where any of us will be? But do you really want to spend the next year sitting in your room and staring at the door, hoping someone will want to borrow a book?”

She shook her head. “No,” she murmured.

The room lapsed into silence.

“So,” I said after a few minutes. “What’s wrong with ‘might makes right,’ might I ask?”

I saw Dana’s eyes flash. She opened her mouth to respond, but then caught herself and smiled. “Bastard,” she said. “You only said that to get a rise out of me.”

“Took you long enough,” I said. “Normally you’re quicker than that.”

With the ice properly broken, others joined in the conversation and the whole atmosphere of the room relaxed. We chatted for a while longer, and then I went to make dinner.

We had a nice, relaxed evening: a bunch of college friends half watching the television, half chatting, debating, and arguing. It was fun, and I could see that Dana was enjoying having some real human interaction outside of her classes. Just after nine, she said that she should be getting back; she had some work to do for the next day.

“Come on,” I said, “I’ll take you back.”

Dana quirked a grin. “If I say ‘no,’ will you follow me again anyway?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said unashamedly. “I’m protective of my friends.”

“Then yes, please,” she said. “I’d like a ride back.”

Everyone stood up, and once again things became a little awkward. Jules went and hugged Dana.

“Thanks for coming over,” she said. “It was fun.”

Louise was next in line, then the twins. By the time she got to Josh, she had lost her awkwardness. They hugged, and she seemed okay. “Thanks,” she said to him.

We drove back to the dorms in silence, but it was a more comfortable, companionable silence than had hung over our drive to the house.  Without using a single power, I could tell that Dana felt better – just, all-around better.

As usual, I hopped out and went around and opened her door. She stepped down, then surprised me by hugging me and giving me a peck on the cheek.

“Thanks, Caleb,” she said. “Dinner was lovely.”

“I’ll text you what we’re doing Friday, if you’re interested.”

She nodded. “Let me know,” she said, walking to the door and opening it with her key. “Night,” she called, entering. The door closed behind her.

“Another conquest?” The voice came from behind me. It was Brenda, Sue’s roommate.

I turned. “A friend,” I said, wondering what business it was of hers.

She stood, studying me. “You’re nice enough,” she said, “I guess. And from what I saw you’re a pretty decent size. Not as big as George, but certainly not tiny.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Is there a point you are trying to make?”

“I saw what you did to Sue,” she said. “You turned that girl inside out. She told us that up until then nobody had made her cum like that, although you seem to have unlocked something in her, because George does it to her every night now.”

“I’m still not getting your point,” I said.

“I want some,” she said. “Please. I need to feel what she felt, just once in my life.”

“I thought you had a boyfriend.”

“I do,” she said, “and he’s okay. I think his dick might be slightly bigger than yours, but he has no real idea what to do with it. He’ll go down on me, but it’s like being licked by a puppy. He gets me off eventually, but it’s a feeble imitation of what I saw you do to her.”

“What happened between Sue and I…” I began.

“Was the single hottest thing I have ever seen in my life,” she said. “I have never seen anyone cum as hard as she did that night. I know that you have several fiancées, and if what I’ve heard is true, they don’t mind you finding some ‘entertainment’ outside. So, where’s the harm?”

“To your boyfriend,” I replied simply.

“That’s his problem,” she retorted. “If it bothers him that much, he can find himself another girl.”

“Let’s suppose,” I said, “just for a minute, that I can, and do, do what you are asking. What then? Are you going to be satisfied with just one experience, or are you going to be chasing me around, begging for more?”

She looked at me. “I…” she began.

“Do you love your boyfriend?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I don’t even like him that much,” she said, “but he scratches an itch - or at least he did until…”

“The reason Sue is having such good sex,” I said, “is because she loves George, and he loves her. That is what makes the difference. It’s not that he has a big dick, although he does. It’s because they are in love. That is the key ingredient.”

“But you…”

“Sue thought she loved me,” I said, “until we talked it over, and she realized that it was just an infatuation. George is really the man for her.”

“So…”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you,” I said, “but there really is nothing special about me. Even if we did have sex, it wouldn’t be the earth-shattering, cataclysmic experience that you are hoping for. In fact, it would be a dire disappointment.”

Brenda stifled a sob. “Please?” she begged. I really didn’t think she even knew what she was begging for anymore.

“I’m sorry, Brenda,” I said sympathetically. “I don’t have the answers you are looking for. Truly amazing sex comes with love. I promise you that you will experience it when you find the right person for you.”

“And what if I never do?” she asked.

“You will,” I promised. I felt bad for her, so I decided to help. My internal auditor didn’t object.

While I was talking, I placed the same Compulsions in her mind as I had used on Sue: the faceless lover. It felt right. I wanted to give her something more immediate, though, so I took it a step further.

“For tonight,” I said, “use your imagination. Imagine how it will be to be loved, not just fucked. Imagine how it will feel to have a partner who wants you for more than somewhere to dump his cum. Imagine you have found your ‘one.’ It may only work once, but it will show you the possibilities for when you do find them.”

“You mean…?”

“Yes,” I said.

She laughed a little wryly. “That’s the first time any guy has refused to fuck me,” she commented, “and told me to go Jill-off instead.”

I smiled at her. “Good night, Brenda.” I got back in my truck and started the engine. I saw her in my rearview watching me as I drove away.

I saw Brenda the next morning walking down the hallway as I was on my way to my first hypnotherapy session. She caught my eye; her face went scarlet, but she grinned. I figured she had taken my advice. I hoped that she would find her Mister Right soon.

We went to the range; Mary and Amanda had another lesson from Clive. They had graduated to the Glock and were able to control the recoil much better. Clive was pleased, and told them that what they needed was practice. I wondered about buying a second gun, but then remembered that Dean had said that he had a gun for me when I got my CCP. I decided that for the time being I would just rent a second gun when we came to the range, and let the twins use ours.

Friday night, we decided to go bowling again. Dana was up for it, and she met us at the alley.

Jules beat me convincingly. I still managed to hold second, though, with Dana coming in above Josh, who beat the twins. Louise once again came in dead last. She didn’t care. I don’t think she actually liked to bowl, but she loved the atmosphere and the group dynamic.

When we were done, Louise and Josh took Dana back to the dorms, and the girls and I went straight home. I was fully expecting Louise to tell me she had invited Dana over for dinner Saturday, but she hadn’t. After a talk with Jules, Louise had backed off, and was letting Dana find her own way with us.

Saturday morning, I was up at my usual time. It was a nice morning - cool, but not cold. I decided on training in shorts and a T-shirt. When I got out on the deck I began my routine, and it was about a half hour later that I heard the telltale sound of either Anne or Alan removing the plug from the hole in the fence.

I smiled to myself as I finished my routine. Turning around, I saw Amanda and Mary watching from the kitchen door. Both of them were grinning.

“Are you going to give her what she wants?” asked Mary silently.

Amanda took a more direct approach, moving to me and pulling me into a searing kiss. I lost myself in her for a few minutes until I felt her hand pushing the waistband of my shorts down and pulling my cock out. She began to wank it slowly while she kissed me. I was hard instantly, and in less time than it took to say ‘pre-cum,’ it was drooling into her hand. She spread it all over the head and shaft and continued to manipulate it.

Then she started toward the fence, leading me by my cock. I stepped down off the porch onto the grass, and she continued to lead, but kissed me once again as she guided me toward the hole. I could feel the excitement from the other side. Anne, who had been being fucked by Alan as she’d watched me train, had stopped him. They were both at the hole now, peering through, waiting with bated breath to see what was going to happen next. Anne thought that Amanda might just bring me right to the hole and let them watch as she took care of my need, but she - they - hoped for much more.

I reached the fence, and Amanda stood behind me, reaching around and wanking me as she pointed my cock directly at the hole. Mary had come down too, and she was standing beside me. She had taken over kissing duties. I was lost in sensation. I could feel Amanda manipulating me, and rubbing up against me from behind, her hand on my ass stroking and probing. Mary, as well as keeping my mouth occupied, was stroking my chest and playing with my nipples. I felt pressure on my ass as Amanda pushed me forward, and suddenly my cock was through the hole.

It was immediately engulfed in a hot, slick mouth. I didn’t know whose, and I purposely didn’t look. I didn’t care. Whoever it was certainly knew what they were doing. They took me down to the root and began to massage my cock with their tongue, all the time applying suction. I moaned in appreciation. Amanda was pressed hard against my back. She held me in place so I couldn’t move. I was at the mercy of whoever was on the other side of the fence.

I felt the suction increase as the mouth pulled back. All the while, the tongue massaged and stroked until, with a small pop, it was gone. Then I was engulfed again. I could tell immediately that it was a different mouth. It was hotter, and tighter, but just as skilled. The temptation to peek and see who it was intense, but I restrained myself. Whoever it was, I was enjoying their attention immensely. One thing that was immediately obvious was that they were in no hurry. They weren’t in a rush to get to the destination, but were enjoying the journey. They, too, took me deep, but since the fence itself was about three quarters of an inch thick, I wasn’t long enough to reach the back of their throat. I did feel them swallow over and over, as my pre-cum mixed with their saliva built up.

They swapped like that over and over again. Each of them would keep me in their mouth for a few minutes at a time. I could feel my climax building in small increments – ratcheting up, then falling back, but always gaining some ground. All the time that was going on, Mary continued to kiss me. Amanda was rubbing up against my back, and then predictably dropped to her knees behind me.

I had heard stories of glory holes - even watched some glory hole porn - but I couldn’t believe how incredibly arousing it was having my dick sucked through a hole in a fence. I thought I knew who was on the other side of the fence, but for any given stretch, I could have been wrong. The fantasy of it being anyone, instead of just one of two people, was making the whole experience even more incredible.

Amanda started rimming me, and that was increasing the speed at which I was building toward cumming. The ‘anonymous’ cock suckers on the other side of the fence had also picked up the pace. They were moving quicker and swapping more frequently. I was reminded of the four-way blowjob I had gotten when Daisy had come to play. They were playing Russian roulette with my cock, and one of them was going to get blasted.

I moaned as I felt my balls tighten, and, as I had seen in the glory hole porn I had watched, knocked on the fence to indicate I was about to blow. It made no difference to those on the other side. They continued to suck me deep into their mouths, lapping and licking at my cock, and then swapping.

I groaned loudly as I began to shoot. The mouth that was currently in place sucked harder and began to swallow my offering. They had obviously done something similar before, since they timed their switchover between spurts and didn’t miss a single drop of my jizz. I spurted wad after wad of cum into one mouth and then the other.  I could hear them swallowing noisily, even through the fence.

When I was finished, they took turns cleaning me off. After I had finally gone completely soft, I felt a pair of soft lips kissing my head. I pulled back.

Amanda, still on her knees, sidled up to the hole. I watched as she ran her finger around the rim, the tip just protruding through the other side. After a moment a cock tentatively pushed through.

It was about the same length as I was, but skinny and uncut. The foreskin covered about half of the head. Amanda took it in hand and began to gently manipulate it, pulling the foreskin back to expose its whole head, and then pulling it forward again. A pearl of pre-cum squeezed out of the end, and she lapped it up with the tip of her tongue.

Mary also knelt by the hole, and between them, they began to lather the cock with their tongues, coating it in saliva. Mary was the first to take it fully into her mouth. She placed her hands on the fence and pushed her face right up to the wood, taking the ‘anonymous’ cock as far as she was able. Again, because of the thickness of the wood, our neighbor was not able to reach the back of her throat, but she took him as deep as she could and began to bob up and down on him.

She continued for a few minutes, and then relinquished her hold to Amanda, who copied her sister, placing her hands on either side of the hole and taking him deep. As had been done to me, the twins took it slow. They bobbed their heads in long slow strokes and swapped over every couple of minutes. Each time they swapped, I caught a glimpse of the cock, which was rock hard, with veins standing out along the sides. The foreskin had been pulled completely back, exposing the head, and he seemed to be hosing pre-cum out.

I didn’t know if someone was doing something else to him on the other side of the fence, but I could see that he wasn’t going to last much longer. Two more swaps and I heard a knocking on the fence and a long, low moan. Amanda, who was currently in possession, held him in her mouth as he shot spurt after spurt of his thick cream into her. The twins’ timing wasn’t quite as accomplished as the mouths through the hole, and when Amanda pulled off to allow Mary her share, she caught a long streamer of cum across her face.

Mary quickly got her mouth over the spurting cock and guzzled down the last of its cum, cleaning it up and likewise giving it a gentle kiss as it softened.

Despite having cum only fifteen minutes or so earlier, watching the twins blow the ‘anonymous’ cock through the hole had me rigid and ready for action again. I knelt by the hole and placed my fingers on the edge. For a minute or two, nothing happened. Then I felt someone step up on the other side. It was still too dark to see anything other than shapes and shadows. I reached my fingers through, and they contacted warm flesh and some soft hair. A quick scout soon orientated me to where things were. The woman was facing the fence, with her pussy up against the hole. It took me no time at all to find her opening, and I began a gentle but firm massage, running my fingers up and down her slit, pausing to circle her nub when I reached the apex. I did that a few times and then, as I ran my finger down, slipped it inside her. She was hot and very wet. Her pussy took a second finger easily, and I sent them both in search of that special spot. I soon found it and began to massage her, listening to her heavy breathing as I did so.

After a few minutes of attention, she pulled away.  In the small amount of light, I saw her turn and then back up to the fence. I figured I knew what she wanted, and stood, feeding my rampant cock through the hole. She grabbed it, and for a second turned and took it in her mouth, coating it in her saliva, before turning once again and backing up onto it. It took a little wriggling to get it placed, but then I heard her moan as she sank down onto my cock, taking me inside her in a single, slow thrust.

She pushed up against the fence and then I heard her: “Fuck me.”

Never one to deny a lady, I began to move, thrusting into her. I decided that I wanted to give her the best experience I could, so I connected to her, feeling what she was feeling and changing my rhythm, rate and angle according to what felt good for her. I shared the sensations with the twins, and they began kiss, enjoying the feelings that they were getting. Her partner wasn’t idle either. He was standing in front of her, his fingers on her clit and his mouth and other hand on her tits. I felt a bit like Daredevil by proxy; I was getting a picture of what he was doing from sensations he was eliciting in his partner, which were then being transmitted through the connection to me, and then to the girls.

I sped up and was thrusting hard through the fence, my belly slapping against the wood as I fucked her. She was pressed back against the wood as hard as she could, trying to get me as deep inside her as possible as she built toward her climax.

With all the stimulation - not to mention what had gone on before - she was quick to build, but I held off her climax. I wanted to make it really special for her, but also, selfishly, I wanted to cum too. I was building to my own orgasm, though, and with all the shared sensations it wasn’t going to take me too long to get there.

I held her on the brink until I came, and released her orgasm as I shot my first wad of spunk into her.

She shrieked in release, the sound a cross between a screech owl and a whistling kettle. The noise cut off abruptly as someone captured her mouth kissing her, smothering the sound and inadvertently controlling her breath. That only intensified her orgasm, and she shook and shuddered through it as I continued to fill her with my cum.

Meanwhile, the twins twitched and writhed, sharing her orgasm and the feeling of me shooting inside her.

When I finished, I pressed deep inside, allowing her to ride out the last of her climax on my still-hard cock. She stayed pressed up against the fence for a few seconds, small aftershocks shooting through her body. Eventually, with a groan, she slid off my cock.

I was about to pull back through then I was grabbed and once again engulfed in a hot mouth. A tongue – not the woman’s, I thought - spent time cleaning my cock of the mixture of mine and the woman’s cum. When it was done, I pulled back. I could hear low moans and slurping coming from the other side of the fence. Through the connection, I felt him continue his cleanup duties; he did a great job. With just a trace of reluctance, I let the psychic link between me and the ‘anonymous’ woman deteriorate down to nothing. It was a smooth transition, which I’d come to prefer. The girls and I collected our clothes and went back into the house for a shower.

Louise, when she woke, was incensed that she had missed the action. Feeling generous, we shared the memories with her and Josh, and they disappeared back to their bedroom to work off the resultant frustration.

Saturday had become our day for doing chores. We tidied the house, not needing to really clean since Denise came in twice a week, and then went and did our weekly shopping. I dropped a text to Dana.

_What time should we pick you up for dinner?

We hadn’t made any arrangements, but I couldn’t bear the thought of her being alone on the weekend.

_I wasn’t aware I was coming for dinner, she returned with a thinking emoji attached.

_sorry did you have plans? I asked.

_no but I can’t impose on you all the time.

_If it were an imposition I wouldn’t ask.

There was quite a long pause before she answered.

_about five thirty?

I sent her a smiley emoji and a thumbs up.

“Dana’s coming for dinner,” I said to the girls. They all smiled. “What do you think I should…”

They didn’t even let me finish. “Moussaka!” they all said, in unison.

“Are you not getting bored with that?” I asked. “How about…”

“Moussaka!” they repeated. I held my hands up in surrender.

Amanda offered to go and pick up Dana. Since I was just finishing off some work on my computer, I didn’t argue. When they arrived back, I noted that Dana looked a lot less edgy than the last time I’d seen her.

She made appropriate sounds of appreciation for the meal, and we spent the evening watching a couple of movies and talking. It was starting to get late, and I was surprised that Dana didn’t seem to be making moves to leave. It wasn’t that I wanted to get rid of her, but she normally left around nine. I was thinking about going to bed soon.

“She’s going to stay over in the spare room,” Amanda informed me. The new connection seemed to allow the girls to pick up on my surface thoughts as well as I could theirs.

“Right,” I said. “It’s my bedtime. Night all.”

“Already?” asked Dana, looking at her watch. “It’s only just ten.”

“I’m up at four every morning to train,” I explained. “Josh and the girls will keep you company. Don’t feel you have to go to bed or get up at any specific time.”

I kissed my girls goodnight, got a peck on the cheek from Louise, and a lazy hand-wave from Josh.  Dana stood and gave me a brief hug and a peck on the cheek. “Goodnight,” she said.

The next morning, the glory hole remained closed throughout my training. I wondered at that, but I didn’t dwell. Training wasn’t just a pretext for me to be outside.

I showered and made breakfast. Everyone except Dana was up by eight, and we had breakfast and then devolved into our Sunday routine, which involved catching up on work for university and lazing around. Since it was a nice day, we all made our way out onto the deck. Dana surfaced around nine thirty.

“Good morning,” I said. “Sleep well?”

She nodded. “That bed is really comfy. What’s that frame thing in the corner?”

“You don’t want to know,” I said.

Dana looked at Amanda, who was smirking. “What?” asked Dana.

“Ignore her,” I said. “Do you want some breakfast?”

“I don’t want to be any trouble,” she said.

“Nonsense. Pancakes and bacon?”

Judging from her expression, that seemed to appeal, so I went and cooked some for her.

“You staying for lunch?” I asked.

“If that’s okay,” she said.

“Wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t,” I replied.

We spent the rest of the morning as above, and I served lunch at one. A Sunday roast had become our norm. I was starting to feel like we were getting embedded in a routine. I didn’t mind.

Dana eventually said that she had to go and get ready for the next week, and Louise took her home at around four.

Monday morning started the new week. I looked at the calendar as I walked through the kitchen on my way out. There were four weeks to the start of our exams, and five weeks to when Ness, Dean and Cheryl were going to come down to stay - Ness permanently. I regarded the dining table. It wasn’t going to be big enough. With just our family, including Dean and Cheryl, there would be seven. Josh and Louise made nine. If Gracie was back, that would be ten. Dana would make eleven, and that wouldn’t just be crowded; it would be untenable. There was plenty of floorspace available for a bigger table, so I decided that I would get one to seat between twelve and fourteen, depending on price. We seemed to have enough plates and dishes to serve about twenty at a time, so that wasn’t a worry.

Training at the dojo went pretty much as usual. I discussed the issue of the table over breakfast with the girls. Jules, ever the practical one, grabbed her laptop, and we looked through some possibilities. The prices staggered me. Louise suggested one that could be extended, but after some thought, we decided we wanted one that was out all the time. Otherwise, we would have dining chairs with nowhere to go. We finally settled on an eighteen-seat one and dug an eight-thousand-dollar hole in my bank account to order it online. It, and the chairs, were to be delivered in about ten days.

I was surprised later in the day when I happened to look at my bank balance and found that six thousand of the eight had reappeared. I checked my transactions and saw that Jules and the girls had each transferred two thousand dollars to my account.

“Why did you transfer money to me?” I sent to them as soon as I saw it. In response I got a scrap of memory. It was part of the conversation I had had with Dean, when he’d told me I had to get my head out of my ass and realize that being partners with the girls meant that they shared everything, including the burdens and expenses.

“It’s either that, or we set up a joint bank account,” sent Jules. “Your choice.”

I knew if that happened it would be incredibly one-sided. All of the girls had considerably more money than I did. Mary and Amanda had access to millions between them, and I had no idea how rich the Steadman family was.

“Okay,” I sent, trying not to appear petulant. “Thanks.”

I felt some amusement from the twins and some ‘traffic’ between the twins and Jules. I guessed they were congratulating each other on the ‘win.’

Later, I met up with Jeevan in the hospital parking garage. We walked up the fifteen flights of stairs to the children’s ward.

When we arrived at the children’s ward, Christina and her mother weren’t there. Jeevan spoke to the lead nurse, who told him that she had been discharged, since her tumor seemed to have gone into full remission. The nurse was delighted with the outcome, but cautioned us that ‘remission’ didn’t mean ‘cure.’ They had had several cases where children in remission had returned later. All the same, she was able to be happy for Christina.

“Are we going to help another child here?” I asked him, careful not to let the nurse or anyone else hear.

He shook his head. “I need to show you trauma,” he said. “We could, in all honesty, spend our lives up here. We will return in the coming weeks to help others. We have to be cautious, though. Too many ‘miracles’ in the same place attract attention. We do what we can.”

“But what about…”

“Think about it, Bhaiya,” he said. “Even you have only so much power. You can only help so many people. It is not as if we are ignoring them and going away to watch television. We WILL be helping someone tonight. As much as it’s impossible to do, I caution you to not get attached to those you try to help. You will only make yourself unhappy. In this, you have to be like a doctor. Do what you can, for whom you can, and hope that someone or something else will come along to help the ones you cannot.”

I wondered then if my plan to join the FBI was the right way to go. Fighting crime wasn’t ‘watching television,’ but it felt a lot closer to that than to spending more time Healing.

“And who would stop the ‘wild’ users from abusing innocents?” asked Jeevan, clearly catching my thoughts. “Each of us has their calling. Yours is no less noble than mine. Having the knowledge and skills to Heal will be very useful to you in your career with the FBI, and I’m sure that we will avail ourselves of your power plenty in the years to come. Don’t get sidetracked. There are so many causes you could put your power to, but you are only one man. You cannot do everything.”

I knew he was right. I was already rushing around like a chicken without a head, and I hadn’t even started my career yet. I knew that once I joined the FBI I would have to curtail almost all my extracurricular activities and concentrate on that. I had just over a year before I graduated – one year left to get in as much training as I could.

We took the elevator down to the ER and looked around. There was the same smattering of minor injuries and walking wounded that we had seen last week. We walked around, seemingly invisible to the staff. I wasn’t sure if it was the uniforms or if Jeevan was exerting some influence. I couldn’t see him doing anything, but he was far more skilled than I.

The question seemed to be settled when we were hailed by a man in scrubs. I presumed he was a doctor. He told us that the lights were flickering on and off in one of the exam rooms, and asked if we could replace the tube. Jeevan nodded and went to a store cupboard, where there were apparently spares. We went into the exam room, and he used his TK to swap out the tube. Ten minutes later the issue was fixed, and we were back prowling the floor.

I jumped when a heard a two-tone klaxon sound. Jeevan stiffened and began to walk quickly toward the main nurses station of the department.

“What’s that?” I asked as I followed him.

“It’s a warning telling the staff that paramedics want to alert them to an incoming patient,” he answered. “Listen.”

We rounded a corner in time to see a nurse pick up a microphone.

“ER; go ahead,” she said. She had a pad of forms in front of her and she, pen in hand, was poised to take down details.

I heard shouting coming from the radio, but the background noise of the siren and bangs and crashes - presumably from the vehicle as it was being driven at speed, made it impossible for me to understand anything that was said. The nurse was obviously much more experienced than I. She jotted down some notes on the pad. The only part of the conversation I understood was “ETA eight minutes.”

Once the call ended the nurse picked up another microphone and held it to her mouth. “Trauma team standby, Trauma team standby. Adult Female, GSW, ETA eight minutes.”

Two doctors, two nurses and three orderlies went and stood outside the ambulance entrance. They were all putting on gloves, gowns and masks. I expected them to be tense in preparation for what they would have to face, but they were chatting quietly among themselves, and I heard one laugh at something another one said.

Soon we could hear the wail of a siren, announcing the approach of the ambulance, and a minute later the vehicle drew up to the doors. The team swung into action.

The driver of the ambulance jumped out of the cab and opened the back door. They quickly unloaded the gurney with the patient on it; all the while, the paramedic from inside the vehicle was talking in a loud, clear voice so the whole team could hear.

“We have a Jane Doe,” he began. “Mid-twenties. GSW to chest and abdomen. I counted four holes, but there may be more. She’s lost a lot of blood. I put a large gauge line in both arms…” The paramedic continued to hand over the patient as they rushed the gurney through the doors and into the department.

“Trauma three,” said the triage nurse as they entered, and they wheeled the patient down the corridor and into one of the trauma bays.

I looked down at the woman as the team passed by. Blood was dripping off the side of the gurney and leaving a trail on the ground as they moved. I saw the patient’s arm, which was covered in bruises. She had obviously been beaten before she had been shot. Her face was so swollen that her eyes were shut. I wondered if even her own mother would have been able to recognize her. The paramedic was holding an oxygen mask over her face, and her black hair fanned out like a halo around her head. It was so black that, in the stark lights of the ED, it almost glimmered blue.

Then the realization hit: it didn’t just appear blue; those were blue highlights in her hair.

Jane Doe wasn’t a Jane Doe, she was Gracie Jordan, the FBI agent I’d helped.