Date: Thu, 15 Apr 2021 17:01:43 +0100
From: Fox Emerson
Subject: What Came Through the Hole Part 2

I'm wearing this guilt like it's a new suit. Only I'm the only one who can
see it, and I don't have to worry about whether it matches my shoes.

And every day, I look at my wife, and I kiss her, and she looks into my
eyes, and the guilt surfaces, like maybe she can see it. One day I feel
like she's going to stop, look closer, then her eyes will widen, and she'll
see my secret and cry.

I have to push that thought away, but it's the reason why I haven't been
back in months. Just couldn't handle it. Then, one morning I read the local
rag and spurt out my coffee. Police had raided the toilets at a local
shopping centre after complaints from the public.

Arrests had been made.

Holy fuck.

And that sealed my fate. There's no going back. Ever.

Six, maybe seven months after I'd sucked a dick in a public toilet for the
first time, and as the local weather warmed up, my wife encouraged me to go
jogging again. To be fair, she did so because she knew how much happier it
made me afterwards, but also because the winter clothes discretely hid that
extra kilo or three we put on.

Our local park is great. There's a segment for new parents, with screaming
kids excited to be playing on their favourite playground equipment, while
barbecues nearby allowed men to practice Master Chef, while the women
whispered secrets to their friends behind a hidden palm.

And then there's the toilets, which are conveniently located off the
carpark and not far from the barbecues.

I'm one of those men whose wife needs to make sure he's wee'd, or he'll end
up holding his dick at a party and complaining that he needs to go. So,
naturally, halfway through my run, I realised I needed to go.

When I raced inside, and apparently without warning, two men looked dodgy
as fuck. One turned around and looked to be fumbling with his bits, while
the other hunched over the urinal, after having spun around in a
heartbeat. The urinal was fairly new, metallic, and so highly
reflective. Which meant I got a good view of the urinal guy's dick as he
pissed.

Except that he wasn't pissing at all. His dick was really hard and appeared
still.

There were two cubicles facing the urinals, and one was occupied, so I went
in the other.

Perhaps my previous public toilet experience had made me wiser to things
that had been a secret to me all of my life because I scanned the cubicle
as I entered it and immediately noticed a glory hole between the two
cubicles.

I may not have had any action since the shopping centre toilet experience,
but I sure as shit had been looking up `things' and I was aware of the
popularity of glory holes.

I pissed, but I knew that I wasn't going to leave in a hurry, as my heart
raced with excitement.

Holy fuck. Another glory hole.

I dropped my shorts and underpants, after a quick wipe, I sat on the toilet
and had a little peek at my neighbour.

Whoever he was, he was wanking, of that I was sure.

But I heard sucking sounds. Like, when a dick head pops out of a mouth, and
it makes that distinct `pop' sound. Ahead of me, my door had gaps on either
side, so I craned my head and could just make out the two guys at the
urinal.

The guy who'd been facing the urinal when I walked in, had apparently no
idea that he could be seen from the cubicles. Apparently, nor did the guy
who's dick he was sucking.

Holy fuck.

It made my fella rock hard.

The way this guy worked on that fella's dick was something else. A hand
wanked, and gently played with his balls, and it sucked gently from the
tip, before slowly swallowing the whole shaft.

I was fascinated, and moved closer to the crack so I could get a better
view. He sucked so well. I took the guy to be about my age, fairly good
looking, and with a scruffy beard, which I thought was so hot. It was so
weird, because the guy he was sucking was quite burly, like perhaps a
trucker, and also bearded, and gruff. The guy being sucked off was so
primal, and so alpha looking that I wouldn't be surprised to discover he
carried a club.

Here were two guys, both as masculine as you could get, sucking dick in a
public toilet.

I was so goddamn turned on.

I'm not sure what I'd ever imagined. The little porn I'd been peeking at
lately only ever featured guys who were born in a gym, naked of any hair,
with eyebrows that were oddly compelling, but impossibly unnatural, and
perfected moans that I'd come to believe were real.

But these two blew those stereotypes out of the park.

I wanted to rush out there and be a part of them, but I just couldn't, and
so I stroked my dick and settled with voyeuristic wanking.

Except I didn't have to, as the impatient tap on my thigh soon let me know.

It's not that I'd forgotten my neighbour, but these two were so manly, and
so fucking real, and normal blokes, so I was just too engrossed.

But I turned my dick towards him, so he could at least get a good look at
it, while I kept my eye on the two at the urinal.

The guy in the cubicle put his hand through and grabbed my dick, as the
burly guy suddenly squatted, and surprised his pal. When he kneeled, the
other guy stood up and I wanted to whistle out loud.

He had a huge dick. I'm not much of a guesser, but I'd hazard it was around
ten inches.

And when burly guy opened his mouth and put the head of his mate's dick in
his mouth, the guy in the cubicle next to me pulled mine towards his mouth.

I was about to resist, but then the heat from his mouth stopped me. And
when his tongue licked the tip of my dick, just as I watched burly guy do
the same to his mate out there, I wasn't going anywhere. Burly guy wrapped
his hands around the guy's waist and pulled him in, and swallowed that
whole dick, just as my guy pushed his lips from the head of my dick right
to the base, squeezing his mouth shut and creating a vacuum.

The effect was powerful.

That was the best head job I'd ever gotten in my life and it had not even
been five seconds.

The guy standing up's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his dick
slid nicely into burly guy's throat.

My guy's mouth was sensational, and I knew I wouldn't last long, even when
I tried to look away and think about something else.

Apparently, burly guy was just as good, because the standing guy grabbed
burly's head fiercely, and bucked into it, and then he moaned, and this
guttural sound exploded out of his mouth, like a lion's roar, that filled
the small toilet and maybe even shook it a little.

And my guy seemed to be incensed by the sound, because he gripped my dick
tighter, and wasn't prepared to let it go, until I nutted.

Watching that scene, as a masculine guy's muscles bulged and held another
masculine guy's head tightly in a firm grip, and skull-fucked it, while a
guy performed the best oral sex on me I'd ever had, was too much.

How much trust are you placing on a guy to be gentle with your dick?
Especially one that sounded like he could herd fierce animals through the
command of his voice alone?

He clearly nutted, vocally and with fascinating movements. And the burly
guy seemed to enjoy it, because he grunted, and a deep -- `grggrrggg' sound
emanated from somewhere in his throat, as who knew how much jizz squirted
down there, just as my own balls flashed a warning.

It was my turn.

I closed my eyes because anything that intense can almost feel like
pain. And the guy sucking my dick, was hungry. I never heard him, but I
could sure feel him and his tongue, as it licked around my dick, as it
swallowed the entire shaft of my dick, and that hot juice burst out of me
and emptied into his waiting throat.

I grunted because it was tremendous.

Like an expert, my cocksucker swallowed everything I had to give.

And just like that, I was spent. The desire was gone, the curiosity sated,
and my itch temporarily scratched.

I pulled away, shook my fella a little, and zipped up and flushed the
toilet.

When I walked out, the two guys were zipping up. The guy who'd just blown
into burly guy stared at me and smiled.

It was a weird smile; a knowing smile, like we'd shared something.

Perhaps he'd seen me, I was too hasty with my need to depart to notice.

I fled the toilet, and continued my jog. As I rounded the bend, away from
the toilet, something made me turn. With a quick turn of my head, I glanced
back, and saw the guy shaking his hands dry as he exited the toilet. He was
watching me, still smiling.

A very handsome guy, who was probably about to go home to his wife and hide
a secret as big as the one I was desperate to hide.



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