MM Married Man Discovers Gay Sex

MM - What Came Through the Hole.
It started by accident.
That first time using the toilet, I thought the foot sliding under the cubicle was looking for something. You know, it would be really awkward if you dropped something in the cubicle, and needed to reach under the stall partition with your hand and get it. I mean, if a hand suddenly reached out while I was sitting on the toilet I think I'd empty my bowels a lot faster.
But this foot did a little circle, a sort of weird tap, then disappeared.
I finished my business, and went off to finish my shopping.
It was a few weeks before I was in the shopping centre once more, and in need of the toilet again.
For some reason, I've always thought urinals were weird and standing there with your dick out pissing was a strange thing to do, so I always used the cubicles.
The end one was empty, so I slid in and unzipped.
Those first few seconds when you release, after having held it a while, are magic. I like to close my eyes and extra feel therelief. Probably stupid, but hey, I'm shopping and sometimes these small things are the little rewards to get you through.
When I opened them, that foot was back again.
I mean...what a coincidence that the same shoe would happen to be in the next cubicle a few weeks later, having dropped yet another thing.
Shrugging, I shook my pride and joy and tucked him in my undies, stepping back, zipping up, buttoning, all the while flushing, and turning to leave.
But that's when I saw the little finger wiggling through the little hole.
I'm not stupid, even though I like to act it sometimes, depending on the situation and what it can get me, so I was instantly aware that the foot, and the finger, were working together to get my attention.
I should have been a private investigator with these incredible powers of deduction.
My wife often jokes it takes a nail and a hammer to drive a point home for me.
Yes, I should have turned and left.
But I didn't.
Maybe because my own feet were a little shaky, or perhaps it was because I just didn't know if I was being rude, but I was momentarily stalled.
What did he want?
Was it a homeless guy that lived there?
My curiosity was too much, I bent down to look through the hole and discovered it was quite sizeable.
Through it, I could see that the guy's leg, and then that he was slowly wanking his cock.
I shot back, and out the stall, slipping a little on the wet floor, and almost colliding with a guy standing at the urinal who had his dick out.
Now that would have been super awkward.
I thought about that guy's dick a fair bit. I'd only caught a second of it, but it was enough to know it was slightly smaller than mine, had less foreskin and the hand wore a wedding ring.
That night, after my wife went to sleep, I crept to the office and locked the door. Through my private browser, with settings configured to delete my history, I had a sneaky search of `guy's wanking'.
Holy shit.
There are thousands of results of images and videos that apparently matched my search. Lots of dicks. Small dicks, big dicks, hands-free dicks, women sucking dicks - now why did that come up when I searched for wanking?
But what I thought was interesting, wasn't the amount of walking dick that was available. It was that my dick rose to the occasion.
To be fair, I'm a pretty horny, standard 25-year-old, so skin would be enough to get a rise out of me. At least that's I told myself.
Regardless, it didn't take too many strokes to sort him out, and I added the tissues to the jizz-filled tissues waste-basket I was always going to get around to actually emptying.
No big deal. Nothing to see here. Just a horny guy walking over wanking, that's all.
But why did I feel so odd when I got into bed next to my wife a little while later?
In hindsight, it wasn't really a surprise that I suddenly needed to go to the shopping centre a few days later. Less surprising that I needed to use the toilet.
This toilet gets busy. There's always a row of guys pissing, and always at least one or two cubicles busy.
I didn't actually expect the same guy to be in the middle cubicle, and when I got in there, and took a quick peek, I realised the shoe wasn't my guy's.
Only slightly disappointing. I mean, it's not like I had expected him to be there, and even if he had been, what exactly would I have done? Another slight peek and then? Flee once more?
I pissed, and shook it, and casually bent down to have a little peek.
Whoever was in there didn't wear a wedding ring, but had also taken some time out to have a wank.
When I turned, I saw the guy at the urinal closest to me staring at me. I closed the door anyway, and unbuckled, unzipped, dropped the trousers and underpants, and casually leaned in for a little look.
The guy must have sensed I was peeking, because his head appeared and I got a snippet of a slightly older guy, but I flew right back away from the hole.
And that's when it happened.
The guy must have misinterpreted my intentions, because suddenly his dick slid through the hole.
I was stunned. I shrank back from it, staring at it in both fear and curiosity.
Undeterred, it throbbed, but it did not retreat from the lack of my attention.
The thing is, I was curious. I'd never had a hard dick in front of me like that. Sure, haven't we all seen our mates and team-mate's cocks at one time or another? But always soft. Never had anyone flashed a hard cock at me, not that I recall anyway.
But, and this is where I was more fascinated about my own mind and thoughts than the fact that some random guy pushed his dick through the hole.
It wasn't until the dick pushed through the hole that I realized I'd always been curious about other guy's dicks. Was I average in size? How do I measure up against the average guy? I've never had a woman complain about my precious fella, in fact, I've been told more than a few times that I was both in command of a great wand and that I was a skilful magician who knew how to use it.
And here I was, in a public toilet, deep within a shopping centre, somewhere on the mezzanine level, with a rock-hard dick that probably was almost as big as mine, tempting me to touch it.
And so I did.
It's anonymous right? I will admit that I looked up and around, and I made sure there were no cameras in the toilet, though I was fairly certain such things would be i*****l.
This dick was hot. My hand was warm, but his dick was much hotter. And in my hand, it throbbed; pulsed, begged for the attention.
I gripped it. Who even know how these things worked? It's not like you could go to a wanking school, where halfway through your life you realise you had no idea how to wank another guy.
The thick dick, which I then realised was a little veiny, also similar to mine, pushed into my hand, perhaps insisting for some additional movement.
I wanked it lightly, and swear I could feel the guy's gratitude.
Slowly, and maybe slightly more comfortably, I wanked this other man's dick, through a hole in the toilet.
But it occurred to me that this would be my only chance to experiment with it.
Its funny how you realise, suddenly, when an opportunity presents itself, that it has sat in the back of your mind, hoping you'd one day get to experiment with it.
I had no idea that I wanted to taste this veiny, milky white dick until I opened my mouth and moved towards it.
It smelled really good, and it was right there in front of me, perfectly patient and perfectly discrete.
My mouth just casually slid onto this guy's dick like it was the most natural thing in the world.
It was just as hot in my mouth, and I realised then that this guy had been hoping I'd do that. When my mouth wrapped around it, he pushed it in as far as the hole would let him. I was pretty sure that if there hadn't been a partition between us, he would have grabbed my head and skull-fucked me.
This dick was hot, and it rammed the back of my throat.
And I let it.
I thought about how much I liked getting good head. And what it took for me to appreciate a good blowjob. A hot mouth, that tightened perfectly around my dick, and a tongue that probed the tip and the head, while a hand caressed my balls and the base gently.
So I gave this guy what I knew I liked.
In return, he jizzed down my fucking throat.
I didn't realise he'd cum until the bitter taste was all over my tongue, and swirling around my mouth and dripping down my throat.
Fuck.
His dick disappeared through the hole, and I spat, then gagged a little. I flushed, and fled. Barely noticing the same guy at the urinal as I rushed to the sink and put my mouth under the faucet and flushed as much as I could.
Anyone who's tasted jizz will know that it is a taste that will linger.
Even though I ate food, gargled mouth wash, and drank beers, later that evening, I could still taste that guy's jizz.
And I secretly liked it.

*************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 k**s 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 a****ls 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 jazz 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.

***************
What Came Through the Hole Part 3

It was disconcerting to see him a few days later, walking around the shopping centre with someone that I assumed was his wife.

Even in that weird shopping centre light, surrounded by the frantic buzz of
shoppers, his handsome features stood out. His wife might have once been a
model, still could actually, with her flawless skin and thick honey-blonde
hair and legs all the way up to her armpits. I'd guess her age at around
thirty, and he was probably not far off. Where she had stunning blue eyes,
his were hazel and had perhaps flecks of green in them. He had a small
button nose, and short-cropped hair, with one of those perpetual smiles
that seemed to emanate from his eyes.

In a pair of jeans, he looked fit. I already knew his dick was huge because
I'd seen a burly guy suck it and I'd seen this guy suck the other
guy's. Whoever he was, he gently put a hand behind his wife's back as they
walked towards me, looking distracted and talking about something that held
their attention.

As he went to pass me, his eyes flicked to me, a quick look; nothing too
intense, and so brief, I almost missed it, a mere glance sideways, before
he continued on with the pretty blonde.

But it was enough.

Those eyes had clocked me. Recognised me perhaps and artfully diverted away, like he'd practiced being spotted in public a thousand times and knew how to avert his eyes.
I figured it was safe to turn and look, given I was by myself, and there'd be little chance he'd look back at me.
But I was wrong. He did glance back at me, and then he smiled.
That zapped me, like that time I'd been dared to put a 9-volt battery on my tongue. Except this was no battery, this was just a guy. Just an ordinary, perhaps above-average looking guy.
It sounds so cheesy to say that some random guy I'd previously seen in a public toilet sucking cock and I, had locked eyes and an electricity flowed between us.
But here we were, smack bang in the middle of a shopping centre and we both turned, smiled, and connected.
And it could not have been more frustrating, because where would I take it? What could I do with it? There was nothing I could do. I had no way to contact him, and him with his wife so close to him, there was no way that I could talk to him anyway.
But then he surprised me. With surprising confidence, he whispered something to his wife, gently moved her on and detoured to the café they'd passed. As he reached into his pocket for his wallet, he turned to face me and smiled, then raised an eyebrow, before turning to order his coffee.
I slowed down and took the long way around and back to where the café was. I'm not sure who I thought would be watching us, but let's call me paranoid.
He ordered and paid for something, then turned to search for me.
I came up alongside, nervous and with legs trembling. After all, I had no idea what was happening, and I certainly didn't have the confidence this guy exuded.
"Hey, how's your day going?" he asked me, a strong accent I recognized and tried to place.

"Hey...um, good...thanks. And yourself?" I stammered, a little annoyed to
have been caught off-guard by his greeting, but also mesmerised by his
amused eyes, which seemed to bore into me. I wondered then if he was a cop,
or someone used to intimidating people for a living.

"Good. Wasting some time while the car's getting a service. Might wander
upstairs in a bit..." he trailed off, still smiling with eyes that seemed
to be asking a difference question.

"Okay," I said, not sure what was upstairs, so I looked up, and thought
about the mezzanine, the toy store, food court, department store, and was
about to shrug, but then it occurred to me.

I slowly turned back to look at him and I froze.

I think I blushed.

He laughed, a nice laugh, a hot laugh. Quite masculine. If there was a
line-up of guys most likely to suck dick, he wouldn't even be in the
line-up.

The cashier handed him two coffees and a packet of biscuits. She was a
young red-head and as captivated by his eyes as I was. She stared after
him, even as he turned and began to walk away. When I approached the
counter, her eyes looked annoyed, if only for a second, but then her fake
smile was back, and I ordered a coffee.

Mr. confident had wandered off with his coffees, but I had apparently been given a clandestine communique.
I don't drink coffee or tea, so took the very long way around to a drinking fountain at the end of the centre, and poured my coffee down the drain, then dumped the cup.
Without really knowing how long `in a bit' meant, I slowly made my way up the escalators, feeling a little paranoid that centre security may have been eavesdropping on our chat, especially given that the location where I was headed had been in the papers only a few months earlier. But for every objection my mind conjured, my dick reasoned better. It led me all the way around the middle floor and directly to the public toilets.
A row of men stood at the urinals, and I also realised the cubicles were full, so I stood at one end by the sinks, and waited for one to become free. I assumed I'd have to take the middle one and hope I'd meet the guy that way.
As I waited patiently, my guy casually strolled in and my knees buckled a little.
He spotted me, raised an eyebrow, scouted the toilet, then walked away to a service door.
Except it wasn't a service door. Hidden sort of behind where the urinals were was a disabled toilet, and it looked like the disabled sign had fallen off long ago.
He went in and held the door open for me, so I quickened my step and raced in, then quickly looked behind me as I closed and locked the door.
I couldn't believe there was a completely safe, private toilet hidden away in such a busy environment.
Then I turned, unsure how this was going to go down. Suddenly realizing that I was too scared and nervous to do anything. I'd just gone through the most terrifying experience of recent years, to meet a guy in the toilet, and I wanted to go home and spend days thinking about it. I just wasn't ready to be confronted by this guy
But he had other ideas.
Up close, his eyes were hazel, and they were intense in the way they studied me, but with a frozen smile, like he could indeed read my thoughts.
He started unbuttoning his shirt. As he moved to slide it off and look for a hook to hang it on, my eyes bulged.
Holy shit.
This guy had the most incredible body I'd seen up close.
It's not that he was muscly, but toned. There was some serious definition going on in his arms and his pecs. Not necessarily a six-pack, maybe a little pouch even, but solid, like he worked out every day. The light fur on his pecs, that travelled down to his navel, was especially appealing.
I was transfixed. And also unable to do anything. My legs were quaking.
"Shit..." I said. I was ready to apologise and high-tail it back to the safety of my world, a world that did not include standing less than a meter away from a shirtless guy who looked like he wanted to ravage me.
I'm fit. I'm not unfit. But I don't think that even if I stepped up my gym routine I'd attain a level of definition this guy had.
Nor did I think I was a match for his handsome, rugged looks.
That light beard, with grey flecks sprinkled through it, was oddly appealing.
He stepped forward and put one hand on my side, and the other straight down to my crotch.
I didn't realise my dick was hard until he grabbed it. And then I thought I was going to jizz in my jeans.
And then he did a thing that just made me want to turn and run.
He moved in to kiss me.
What the actual...
I stepped back, and regarded him with confusion.
He seemed surprised, but not offended, so he just dropped to his knees and started unzipping my fly.
Again, I moved away, terrified.
His hands went to my legs and I think he realised they were trembling quite bad.
"Are you okay?" he said in a low voice.
I nodded, intending yes, but I think my face told him a different story.
His smile might have been better suited from a parent to a c***d who'd done something confusing.
It was condescending but sympathetic.
He stood, grabbed the back of my collar, and bored into me with his eyes.
Whatever spell he'd just cast, it worked.
Still trembling, I relaxed a little and waited. Not quite sure how to proceed.
But he did. He stepped forward, as though he was a master of these encounters, and brought his lips to mine.
I did try and move back again, but his hand was there to stop me.
With eyes that defied mine to resist, he slightly parted his lips and brought the in once more.
I stared at his lips. So red, so full, so plump, and juicy.
And they touched my lips.
That electric thing I felt just before in the shopping centre, when he'd turned and clocked me, was back with reinforcements. When his fleshy lips pressed against mine, and his bulge pressed against mine and his chest touched mine, and his arm wrapped around me intimately, I just stopped resisting.
Then my arms moved around him, and our lips completely locked together, and we squeezed each other even closer, if that was even possible, and our tongues tentatively met, like an exploration. Before I knew it, my polo top was flung over by the bin, we frantically struggled to get out of our jeans quickly, belts dangling noisily, and underpants being flung away, then we were pressed against each other again, with every part of my skin touching his. And rubbing. Touching. I could feel his nipples and pecs rubbing against mine and our dicks pressed against each other's bodies as we kissed passionately, tenderly, and hungrily, like we knew each other well and we'd done this a thousand times.
His hands were all over my body, and his fingers through my hair, while I touched his face, and stroked his beard and then the back of his neck. I liked his mouth, and moved to kiss his neck and felt his hot breath on my neck, as his hands went down and squeezed my butt.
We gyrated, pressed bodies, squeezed together tighter, and licked and kissed and breathed in each other.
He grunted, in such a way that made me feel like he was so alpha, and yet also really tender. The best of both worlds.
Somehow, we ended up on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, with him on top, kissing me, rubbing against me, his dick pushed onto mine, while his hands suddenly interlocked with mine, as if we couldn't get any more intimate, his hot fingers pushing through mine and squeezing my hands, our sweaty palms touching, while his tongue darted in and out of my mouth.
I was no longer in the toilet. We had left the planet and gone somewhere else. A private place in which we could connect.
It was so primal, and so real, so masculine, so fucking intense. Occasionally, I'd catch a glimpse of his eyes and he'd be staring at me, and kiss me again, and my body would just tingle all over and I'd be lost again for a few minutes.
Then he pushed my legs up, and I could feel his dick, which was even bigger than I'd thought as it started to push against my arse, and I shook my head. I knew what he wanted, but it wasn't happening. He smiled, dropped my legs, and came to me again, rubbing his dick against mine, and pressing his body into mine again.
It was weird, I could feel the build-up already, as we kissed passionately, with more intensity than before, and his hazel eyes watched me, before closing and getting lost in our kiss again, then his dick was pushing into mine and it felt so good.
Too good.
"Oh!" I grunted, suddenly realising I couldn't control it.
He looked surprised, pulling away from me to watch me as I began, but then he smiled, and kissed me and pushed into me even more and with that push of his dick tightly nestled into mine, I exploded.
I felt it gush out, as I groaned loudly, and his tongue was in my mouth, to silence me, but also to savour the essence as I released and jazzed all over me.
My head hit the tiles as I finished, then he squirted, and it was powerful, and he groaned, like he was in pain, with his eyes squeezed shut and turned away, but I looked at his huge dick, having never sucked it, and watched it shoot across my chest like hot jets of white lava.
It was so milky and so thick, as the streams landed on me, I could smell it. Between us we'd jizzed a fuck load.
And then he surprised me again by kissing me, rubbing the sticky juice further into us. Less hungry, and much slower, but his lips touched mine, and his tongue, no longer a stranger to mine, explored my mouth softly and much more tenderly.
He sat back, and smirked at me, like we had a secret, and he was really happy to have that secret with me. His grin was infectious, as he smiled at me, I realised I felt something for him.
Before, it was in my legs, he had stirred my cock, but as he gave me his hand, and I watched his muscles bulge as he lifted me up, and handed me tissues to help clean up, I also felt him a little bit in that very special place where only my wife had been living.
Oh fuck.
He took out his phone, with a cute smile, a shy one finally, like he was no longer that confident master I'd made love to minutes earlier, and indicated he wanted to give me his number.
I took out my phone and added an entry.
"What's your name?" I asked him.
"Jackson," he said, and typed it into my phone. "Yours?"
"Roger."
One last kiss, a naughty boy look across his face, fully dressed, he turned to the door, watched me one last time, and left.
I locked the door, and leaned against it.
Holy shit.
I washed up, really well. Avoided looking at myself in the mirror, but also washed my face.
When I was sure I could leave and be confident in my neatness, I sighed, deleted his number, and left the toilet.

***************
What Came Through the Hole Part 4

It took a few months and a lot of wanking before I had the unshakeable urge
to go forth into the dark interiors of a public toilet to look for sex.

I got really fit because I started running twice a day. Each day, I'd jog
past the toilet block with the intention of going inside, and each day I'd
watch it with longing, but kept a steel resolve that I couldn't go inside.

Then, one fine mid-spring morning, I did.

Not too many people were out and about that morning, and I genuinely needed
to pee, but I also had an itch that I could not scratch that had persisted
for days.

The toilet loomed above me as I reached it, with the entry being dark and
revealing nothing. While outside in the sun it was warm, the inside was
cold and dark.

There weren't any lights on, but then I assumed they were programmed to go
off when the sun rose, which it had, just not enough to light the toilets
enough.

I was the only person in the toilet, which was disappointing.

Emboldened, because I was alone, I used the urinals. When I finished, I
checked both cubicles and was disappointed to confirm they were unoccupied,
so I took a few minutes to read some of the graffiti on the walls and on
the door.

It turns out that quite a few guys had come to this toilet when no one was
about too, and they'd made their presence known by writing dates and times
when they'd revisit.

"To the jogger in blue shorts here on Wednesday early morning, that was
fun! Let's do it again!" wrote one guy, and he scribbled that he'd be there
at the same time every week. I made a mental note to try and come on a
Wednesday.

My dick protested against my underpants when I read that, as I imagined
what those two had gotten up to for the guy to have taken the time to write
about it on the wall.

I wanked alone. Not quite what I'd hoped for, but better than sitting at
home in my office chair watching a variety of the same porn.

Wednesday morning, I returned.

As soon as I walked inside, I saw a young jogger at the urinal who turned
to look at me.

Nervous, uncertain how these things generally worked, I moved to the
cubicles, but as I did, I saw the reflection of the lad's cock in the
polished urinal.

He wasn't pissing and even though he looked away from me, I had a sense he
was waiting.

I cannot tell you where my confidence came from, but I surprised myself and
detoured and moved to the urinal.

When I pulled my shorts and undies down, I sort of hid my dick with my
right hand and tried to look out of the corner of my eye.

He was subtly watching me, and I thought I saw his hand moving a little.

Seconds passed, and I felt the blood surge to my ears while my legs urged
me to run away.

I turned my head slightly, just enough to see that while he'd also subtly
hidden his cock, I could also see he was hard and gently stroking it. I
guess the motion could be mistaken as innocent unless you were looking for
it.

My hand slowly mimicked his action and stroked my dick as it got hard,
which I think took less than two seconds, and then it was difficult to
hide. I'm not saying I'm huge, I'm just saying that it's not easy to hide a
rock-hard cock at a urinal with a highly reflective surface.

He turned slightly towards me and revealed a fat, long, lightly tanned cut
cock with neatly trimmed balls.

Wow. A groomer. I'd seen plenty of these types in porn.

Strengthened by his open wanking, I did the same. Feeling a little more
confident, we took the time to scan each other better.

He was in his early 20s, fit; possibly part Asian, part English, it was
difficult to tell, but his dick was decent-sized and I'm sure he had a
queue of women, and probably men too, who thought he was really handsome.

It was clear that he thought as highly of my cock as I did of his, because
with a quick glance towards the door, he shifted over and reached his hand
out.

Yes, my auto-response was to turn away, which I had to fight, so I turned
towards him a little more instead. My eyes scanned the doorway, and my ears
strained to listen carefully.

Luckily, that early in the morning there was hardly anyone around, and we
could probably hear someone approaching from a distance.

His hand reached out and grabbed my cock, and it felt good.

Really good actually. It was warm, and he gently began to stroke my dick.

Again, I checked the doorway, keeping my senses alert.

I realised that I wanted to touch his too.

But before I could, he bent down and brought his mouth down to my dick.

My heart boomed in my chest, and my eyes immediately focused on the
door. My ears trained towards the door and beyond.

His hot mouth pressed onto the head of my dick and then sucked my whole
dick. He kept going until his chin pushed into my balls and the tip of my
dick was in his throat.

Holy shit.

I wanted to jizz immediately.

When his mouth moved back up to the head, the sensation was just as fucking
unbelievable, and not even halfway up, he brought it back down again and
this time he tightened his mouth and squeezed his hand.

"Fuck!" I said out loud, all the while staring at the door.

This guy's mouth was so soft, and so hot, it felt like warm, milky silk.

He sucked my dick so perfectly that I struggled to enjoy it without
shooting my load too quick.

I held on, the back of his head bobbing up and down as he gulped and sucked
on my dick, while his hand cupped my balls and stroked the shaft
alternately.

My hand started to go out, because I wanted to alert him that I couldn't
hold it any longer. Besides, I really wanted to suck his dick too. It
seemed only fair.

"Oh fuck!" I said, as the urge became imminent.

He stopped, and brought his head up.

We both watched the door, as my hand went out to grab his cock.

When I turned back at him, I expected him to have leaned back, with an eye
on the door, and ready for me to suck his dick.

But instead, he was puckered and leaning forward, staring intently at me,
apparently wanting a kiss.

I gave him a shy smile, and evaded his face, and went right down to his
dick.

I'd have said his dick was slightly smaller than mine, and slightly darker,
and perhaps a little less thick, but it was tasty and rock hard.

It throbbed in my mouth. Knowing that I was giving him as much pleasure as
he had given me was a big turn-on.

I tried to suck his dick the way he'd sucked mine, but found myself
struggling with the lack of foreskin, so I tried to use more saliva and my
hand.

"Shit..." he whispered, as I took his entire dick in my mouth, letting the
large head slide along my tongue and to my tonsils, and allowing it to fill
my mouth and throat.

When I brought my head up a little, and used my hand to gently stroke his
cock, and then pushed my lips together and sucked it to the base, he
shuddered.

I liked that, so I did it again.

"Oh God!" he said, and I took that as a compliment.

I'd been watching a lot of videos, so if they were considered tutorials, I
was a damn expert.

His dick was really hot, and the fleshiness of it filled my mouth and
throat perfectly, as I let it slide in and out, all the way.

I trusted that he was keeping an eye on the door, and he trusted that I
respected his dick as much as he'd respected mine.

I sure as hell tried my best, and judging by his reaction, he was
definitely grateful.

Not that I'm an expert, but there's a point when you're sucking dick where
it starts to really throb and pulse. The heat seems more intense, and the
cock feels like it's grown even bigger. It certainly felt harder; rock hard
actually, as my mouth sucked his cock, and my tongue licked around it.

I could tell he was close.

He pushed me away, and so I got up.

His lips were on mine before I could push him away, but I didn't stop him
this time. I guess I was so horny, and I guess I was grateful at the
awesome head job he'd given me.

There was a little lingering look, as his green eyes studied me.

"Cum in my mouth," I said before even realising I was about to say
anything.

He smiled and nodded, then said. "As long as you shoot in mine right
after."

I nodded, but was confused. Didn't we all just want to run away after we'd
blown?

A little bit of precum was dribbling out of his head, and I licked it.

Such an unusual, unique taste. Nothing else tastes anything like it.

I opened my mouth and let his dick slide in and straight down my throat.

"Mmmm," he moaned a little too loudly for my liking. Nevertheless, I let
the thick dick slide out, then put a firm grip around the shaft as I guided
it in and out of my mouth.

He fucked my mouth and my throat, and I let him. In fact, he rammed his
dick into my throat, and I felt it slam my tonsils. He picked up speed,
gripped my ears and squeezed the side of my head and skull-fucked me.

It was really intense, and fast, and hard.

I kept my mouth squeezed tight and let the momentum build, enjoying the hot
cock as it pounded my throat.

He fucked it harder and harder, and I used my hand to keep it guided into
my mouth and throat.

"Fuck!" he said, thrusting. I kept my hands on his hips, to help steady the
momentum.

He fiercely grabbed the sides of my head and pounded his dick into my
throat as he grunted. "Faarrrrrrrrrk."

And then a torrent of hot larva flooded my mouth and squirted down my
throat.

He slowed down, but kept his hands pressed into my skull, so I could barely
hear him.

I let his dick slowly slide out of my mouth, but the taste of it was all
over my tongue and in my throat.

It was gluggy, and it stuck to my tonsils, so I swallowed a few times to
try and swallow it all.

When I came up, I expected him to be zipping up and ready to flee,
regardless of his words, but he wasn't.

He kissed me on the lips, smiled and dropped down to a squat.

I was still rock hard, in fact, I had almost shot my load when he'd
exploded in mine.

The doorway and beyond was still deserted, as his warm mouth pressed down
on my cock and he sucked my dick.

The taste of his jizz on my tongue, while he sucked my dick, had made it
difficult to hold off.

"Argh shit!" was the only warning I gave him as my jizz unexpectedly
exploded in his mouth.

He gagged, but didn't stop sucking me. In fact, his hand tightened around
my cock, and his throat squeezed my dick so he could direct all of it down
his throat.

It felt like a Jetstream that lasted an age.

If he was bothered by it, he didn't show it, because when he came up, he
was smiling and he wiped the side of his mouth as though pleased with the
result.

"Thanks," he said, as though I'd merely been a stranger passing by who'd
held a door open for him.

"Thanks to you," I said, really wanting to get out of there.

There were taps at opposite ends of the toilets, and we split up and went
to our own.

Just as I left the toilet block, a man walked in. He studied me carefully
as I walked past him, which I quickly realised was a `sign'.

But I was done and ready to get on with my day.

I resumed my jog and ran away from the toilet, but I was already wondering
what that next guy's dick was like.

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What Came Through the Hole Part 5

Some itches just can't be scratched that easily.

My mind is always in turmoil at the lie I've chosen to live. It's like
somewhere along the way, my life splintered in two directions,
side-by-side, that I controlled simultaneously.

The weeks went on, and I resisted the temptation to visit that little
hidden away toilet block that would conveniently sate such an itch.

But then the impossible happened.

Vivek, and Marianne decided we should enjoy the early summer with a
barbeque in the sun.

At my local park.

At the barbecue facilities right next to that toilet block.

We went of course, and I had my back to it the entire time, though we drank
a heap of beer, ate too much food, and made memories, I never once wasn't
aware that it was right behind me.

And of course, after a few beers, I'd shifted so I was facing the building.

Several times between bouts of natural laughter, I'd spot a car drive into
the carpark, a lone figure would get out and go to the toilet, looking
around suspiciously. This happened a few times, and not just from the cars
either, but from cyclists coming off the cycle path or joggers coming from
the walkway.

Always out of the corner of my eye, I'd seen them look about themselves
suspiciously, before entering the toilet.

We all used the toilet a few times of course, and when I went, there was
not much to be seen and no new graffiti begging for someone to make a date.

A few drinks in, and we lazed about and drank, nibbling on the leftovers,
and enjoying the company and the alcohol.

I watched Vivek run off to the loo, and carried on my chat, losing track of
time, but always keenly aware of the `goings on' in that toilet block.

Vivek was gone too long for a simple wee, and not probably even for a
number two, but what he did when he came out of the toilet made me really
think twice what I knew about him.

In the few experiences I have had with guys exiting a toilet, in which
they've misbehaved, they seem to overly shake imaginary excess water off
their hands.

Vivek came out of the toilet shaking his hands in this manner, far too many
times, as he walked back towards us.

I did my best to ignore it, but could not ignore the man who left the block
looking after him, who jumped in his car and sped off.

Vivek and his wife left shortly afterwards, and our group was a bit
smaller.

I needed to go piss again.

And that's how I found myself, getting blown at a urinal, while my wife's
laughter filled the air meters away from where we were.

As soon as I walked into the urinal, I saw a guy who I recognised. He was
the guy who'd walked in that Wednesday morning after I'd met the jogger.

This guy was brazen; wanking at the urinal with a big cheeky grin on his
face, like he knew I was up for it.

I stood at the urinal, and urinated. "I don't have time, sorry."

"We can be quick..." he whispered, with a wink towards the door, "Give me
your load." He insisted.

I looked away, because I needed to finish what I was doing and not get
distracted by him, but also to force myself to remember that this wasn't a
risk I was willing to take.

"I can't..." I said, giving my fella a big shake.

"Come on..." he was right in front of me, and his hand was instantly on my
dick, grabbing it really tight.

His hand was so warm, and so big, while his eyes begged me to let him.

I was really trapped because my dick went hard so quickly and I became
conscious that it would take a while to lose the hard-on.

My pause had apparently been the moment he'd been looking for. Before I
could stop him, he bobbed down and in under one second, I discovered his
mouth, and his throat were hot, tight and set to make me jizz in record
time.

"Fuck!" I whispered, looking towards the door with panic.

My wife's laughter came again, and also that of my friends.

He looked up at me. Big brown eyes, on a rugged middle-aged face. A man who
probably had as much to lose as I did, and enjoyed this side of himself as
I did. His eyes, still smiling, needing to see my enjoyment and to know
that he was serving me well.

He deep-throated my dick like someone who had done so a few times before. I
heard him choke on it, and almost gag, but he sucked in deeper past it.

His mouth was really hot, and soft, and his throat so deep. I could feel
his tongue swirl around my dick with expertise.

It built up so quickly. But of course I'd been so horny, and to be
surprised like that, and so unexpectedly by an expert mouth.

His mouth slid onto my dick, nice and deep, and I sucked in a big breath,
as quietly as I could, because I was on the precipice, and I think he could
tell.

A noise to my right startled me, but I realised it was someone in the
cubicle too late.

Shit. I hadn't thought of that.

But I was too close, and nobody was an immediate threat from the entrance.

We needed to do this right then.

"Farrrrrrrrrk," I said with gritted teeth, and probably not that quietly,
and grabbed this guy's head, because I was coming in for a landing, and he
wasn't slowing down. I get it, he was hungry, but while already I nutted,
and he was still trying to build me up.

Ease off pal.

As I blew my load into his throat, and felt my balls slap his chin, he
upturned his face and pulled my dick out slowly. I could see his mouth was
filled with it, as well as his tongue.

Happy, with a big smile, he swallowed like a good puppy and used a finger
to make sure none of it was spilled.

The way he kneeled there by the urinal; you'd think it was him who'd just
blown a gallon of his load.

I was done, and gave him an awkward smile, but ran for the sink, where I
gave my hands a quick wash, and hurried out of the toilet, careful not to
continue the suspicious tradition of shaking excess water.

Nobody noticed I'd been gone long at all. And I was the only one who
noticed the tiny jizz droplet on my light-grey shorts as I sat down and
picked up my drink, while my wife patted my leg and continued our
conversation, I put my beer bottle on it, so the dew would seep through.

And watched Jackson come out of the toilet block, smiling in my direction.

Fuck. He must have been watching me from the toilet cubicles.

For days I kicked myself for having deleted his number, but my knee-jerk
reaction to anything confronting, was traditionally to run or hide from
it. Hence it had taken so long for me to even begin to experiment with this
`side' of myself.

But it turned out that luck would be on my side. Or perhaps it was due to
the fact that I started frequenting the toilet nearly on a daily basis,
that the odds were on my side. Either way, I saw Jackson just a few days
later, casually strolling into the toilet, looking comfortable and relaxed.

I admired that he was so relaxed and so calm, given he was walking into a
public toilet looking for sex.

Nothing might happen. But more likely, something would happen. And that's
what kept me from casually strolling into the toilet, like I owned the
place.

As though he'd been expecting me, with a cheeky smirk, legs apart at the
urinal, zipper undone, dick out and semi-hard.

That was quick. I'd literally walked in less than ten seconds behind him.

The cubicles were empty, but it was later in the morning and there was
traffic outside. Joggers, cyclists, pedestrians, and drivers all rushing
past, making it difficult to focus on the internal sounds and whether we'd
be safe from any walk-ins.

Even as my heart jack-hammered in my chest, and my legs trembled, I watched
Jackson as I slowly walked towards him.

His eyes flicked between my crotch, my face, and the door.

The next time he settled on my face, he nodded in greeting, then back to my
crotch, with that perpetual smirk, as though curious as to why I hadn't
released my cock yet.

I looked behind me at the door, and it did seem quiet and safe enough, so
with one hand I pulled down my shorts, and the other I held out my cock.

He smelled fresh and clean down there when I got close enough. That
delicious smell of clean underpants when a cock and balls have been resting
inside that warm space.

I savoured it, then looked at Jackson, knowing I should be apologetic, but
also happy he seemed not to care too much.

With our dicks out between us, and as we both looked down, I felt his hand
come up behind my neck and pull me in. My head nestled alongside his, and I
felt his hot breath next to me, even as his hand reached out and gripped my
dick gently, and lightly stroked it.

Then he turned his face and pushed his lips into mine, in a way that was
far too intimate for the situation.

But I let him. Probably because I felt bad for deleting his number, and
possibly because I thought he was a really sexy guy.

He was all the things I admired in my own friends, level-headed, confident,
and approachable. Hence, he made the first move, which I would never do.

Even if someone came in and disturbed us in the toilet, I could almost
imagine Jackson facing them off and demanding, "What are you staring at?"

I kissed him back.

His dick pushed against my belly and rubbed against mine, with our shorts
around our thighs, at the urinal and hands behind each other pulling us
into a tight embrace.

This was too dangerous, and I tried to break the kiss and look towards the
door, but his assertive hand would appear and move my face back to him, and
with an intensity in his eyes that reassured me not to worry, his fleshy
lips would melt onto mine and I'd get lost in the kiss again.

We kissed like we'd been doing it a very long time, with a familiarity that
was comfortable and intimate, but also with an exploration that was
exciting and new.

As he pushed his tongue, deep and passionately into my mouth, and our hands
pushed the back of each other's heads, deepening each other's kiss, and as
I felt his dick gyrate against my belly and press against my cock, I felt
the urge to nut.

I gently pulled my dick away for a second, and he looked down, then towards
the door, and dropped to his knees. As he did so, he took my dick with one
hand, and opened his mouth and readied to swallow it.

He looked up at me then, as he gently put my cock's head on the tip of his
tongue, and gently, slowly, pushed his mouth down into an `o'. He squeezed
his mouth shut and sucked my dick while he swallowed along the shaft
towards my balls.

Holy fuck.

I'd forgotten how silky smooth his tongue and his throat were, as my dick
slid nicely along, enjoying the warmth within.

I liked when he looked up at me, his eyes letting me know that each time my
entire dick slid through his mouth and into his throat, that he was
satisfied. And the moans he made too, and the gagging as he pushed his own
limits to allow it to penetrate as far as it could, with even my balls
trying to find a way to enter his mouth and get as much of me in there.

Again, like a noob, I could feel the urge to nut, so I put my hand on his
head.

He mistook that as my willingness to jizz, and braced himself, and adjusted
himself to ready for the incoming.

I'd meant I wanted to suck his dick, but it was too late.

He looked up at me one more time, as my dick slid all the way down into his
throat, as the urge became a compulsion, and then that tipping point.

"Argh..." I started, as my semen erupted into his mouth and straight down
his throat. He pulled my dick out a bit so he could suck it better, and
that intensity made me buck backwards, but he wasn't letting me get away,
with a gargle and a moan, both his hands pulled me in so my dick stayed in
his mouth.

I blew so much, that it felt like small rivers kept emptying into him. Load
after load.

Spent, leaning against him, I felt his hands support my legs, as though
they could sense I'd collapse without it.

This made me smile.

I was done, and I felt guilty. I knew that I'd run away again and leave him
dry, but that's what happened when you let the other guy blow first.

I'd assumed this was normal and accepted.

But Jackson surprised me once more when he came up and pushed his
jizz-laden tongue onto my mouth and kissed me, while he wanked next to me.

I didn't want to be rude, so I let it happen, but the moment for me had
definitely passed.

It took him less than a minute, and so I didn't have to do much, before his
body convulsed and tensed, and he groaned quietly, and Jackson shot his
load across the toilet floor.

He nutted so much that I worried someone would come in while he was still
showering the floor with his sticky juice.

But he finished, and patted me on the behind, as we both quickly zipped up
and adjusted ourselves.

"We should do that in bed sometime," he said, as he headed to a tap on one
side of the door.

I moved to the other faucet, and gave my hands a quick rinse and shook
them, careful not to exit the toilet doing that very thing I considered
suspicious.

As he meant to leave the toilet, he said, "Message me," and added a cheesy
wink, which I liked.

As he walked out ahead of me, I kicked myself for having deleted his number
and for not having the courage to own up to it.


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What Came Through the Hole Part 6

I'm not going to lie. I've become a regular in the local toilets at my
park.

I went in late in the afternoon after work that next time, post jog and
pre-dinner just for a brief look. Sometimes I get off on the graffiti. It
turns me on to read some guy's encounter and his desperate plea for a
repeat written on the toilet stalls. Often, I can see jizz running down the
walls, on the floor or across the toilet seat.

There's a reason why the toilet floor's always sticky.

With a hand on my dick, I read some of the stories and fantasised about the
jizz. All of it turned me on. Horny guys came here and wanked and left
their prize for others to see. One guy even wrote that he was wanking while
looking at all the squirts on the walls.

I was mid-wank, happily ready to nut on the walls to add to it, while also
wondering if jizz could be analysed by police and if I could be done for
it, when I heard a guy come in and shower.

It had never occurred to me that this toilet block had a shower, so I
quickly flushed, and explored.

It turns out there are two sides to the toilets, which I'd never realised,
and one side was a shower block, with three showers on either side of a
small, confined area. It had it's own entrance but was also connected so
you could enter from either the toilet side, or the shower side.

This made me laugh internally, because while I'd seen a shower sign on one
side, I'd just assumed it had been closed down in the past.

A quick peek around the corner showed me a naked, fit young guy washing
himself. He was washing his arse and watching the door ahead of him, so he
wouldn't have noticed me.

I left the toilet quickly and went to my car, nervous, with anticipation,
and hoping that I was right about the guy showering. I grabbed my gym bag
and hurried cautiously through the shower entry.

When I walked in, the guy looked at me, and something passed between us,
perhaps it was an additional second of scrutiny, or just he being startled
that someone had come in.

If he was upset to have his space interrupted, he didn't show it.

As I turned and began to change, I could see him out of the corner of my
eye watching me undress.

I stripped naked, pulled out my towel and hung it up, and grabbed my shower
soap.

I faced the wall, because I had done the hard part, which was to be naked
in the vicinity of another naked guy, but I realised I didn't have a
plan. I was not the sort of guy who could brazenly determine if someone was
showering naked because they were interested in some play or if they were
just showering due to necessity.

So I snuck a little peek at him, as tepid water washed over my head and
went down my body, I saw he was half-facing me, and washing his balls.

His dick had a lot of foreskin, and his balls were huge! I couldn't exactly
tell if he was a bit hard, or if he was just really big, but as he washed,
and I watched from the corner of my eye, he washed his cock too, with a
careful, lingering hand.

It felt like a provocative move, but I still wasn't sure.

I grabbed some soap and massaged both my hands, then used them to soap up
my balls and my cock. I really massaged myself, taking care to elongate my
cock, to clean under my foreskin, to rub my belly, and to go back to
lathering myself around those parts.

When I next sneaked a peek over at the other guy, he was no longer just a
little bit hard. He was rock hard, and his hand could hardly hide it.

That of course made me go hard. I risked looking up at him, and we
exchanged glances, before looking at each other's cocks again.

He slowly wanked, while he watched my cock, so I did the same. I could tell
he was really into my cock because it was the primary focus of his
attention.

This guy was fit, like someone who played rugby, with solid muscles, and
big thighs, though a relatively slim physique and a boyishly handsome face.

I smiled because it helps me to relax a little and hopefully connect with
someone.

He smiled back, and it was cute, though his focus returned to my cock.

I pushed my dick forward, nodding down, indicating he should play with it
if he wanted to. He seemed concerned, and I realised what he was concerned
about. In the showers, we wouldn't be able to hear anyone coming. The way
he looked in both directions and shrugged his shoulders, made it obvious.

But we both knew how to fix that.

We turned off our taps.

Suddenly, we were in a quiet space and it was a little confronting. We both
listened out, and were confident that we could hear well enough to get
advanced warning of anyone coming.

As we both stepped forward, both our hands went out and grabbed each
other's wet dicks.

I was really surprised by how cute the young boy was, and guessed he would
have been about 20, though I was more impressed by his confidence.

Also by how quickly he dropped to his knees onto the wet, concrete floor
and knelt in front of my hard cock. He wanked it with a hand, while another
cupped my dripping balls, and looked up at me with a fire in his eyes.

He licked his lips.

Then he put my dick in his mouth and savoured it slowly. He wasn't one to
rush things, I could tell, especially the way he very slowly did
everything; wanking, slowly sucking, stroking my balls and my cock when his
mouth licked the bell end, and he'd lick the side all the way to my balls,
then put my balls in his mouth. Somehow, he managed to get both in his
mouth and gently pushed his tongue around them.

God. Feeling my balls in his hot mouth was incredible. It was like a warm
bath. The way his tongue and his mouth expertly swallowed them up, gently
washed them, and then released them, only for his hand to cup them and
stroke them as his mouth went back onto my dick.

I have had some pretty great head over the months since my discovery of
this other side to myself, but I think this young guy had given me the best
head job yet.

I'd been reading a lot about cock worshippers online, who were apparently
those who just wanted to do exactly that, worship cock. Apparently I'd
found one. He seemed to have no interest in anything else, but my cock and
I was there for it.

And that's when a guy walked in from the toilet side and surprised us.

I turned really fast, and rushed back to where my clothes were, panicked
and my mind ready with excuses about what I was doing. But I realised the
guy wasn't a cop.

When I turned, I was absolutely shocked.

The young guy was still kneeling, watching me, but also looking towards the
new guy, who'd slowly walked in with his dick hanging out through his
zipper. He must have been watching us for a while.

I was confused, and too shy for a newcomer to join us. But the young guy
was up for anyone's cock it seemed.

The guy walked in slowly, and he was a bit older, not as fit, and perhaps
too groomed for my liking.

But he had a massive dick. Possibly as big as Jackson's. Cut, not as thick,
but very long.

He edged towards the young guy, who alternated between watching me and the
new guy.

Then the new guy put his dick to the young guy, who began to caress it and
suck it. Even as he did that, his hand reached out for me.

Apparently both hands could be useful.

I slowly edged back towards the naked young boy, and watched the new guy
suspiciously, but also with a bit of annoyance. Wasn't there some kind of
protocol? If you were with someone, was it an all for one or did you back
off if two guys were already at it?

Nobody other than me seemed to care about the dynamic shift, so I brought
my cock to the young boy's and watched him expertly give both equal
attention.

I was still naked, and a little damp, but with my waist against the new
guy, I got to watch as the cock worshipper got to do what he loved best; to
worship two cocks.

He was in his element, and I must admit, it was hot to watch.

As I warmed up to it, I started to enjoy being next to this guy, as he got
sucked, then wanked while the worshipper sucked my dick. Neither of our
balls were left hanging and without any attention, as the orally gifted guy
relished both cocks equally.

The new guy put his arm around my waist, and played with my arse, which I
didn't mind. When his finger slid down to my arsehole, I moved away to let
him know I wasn't up for that.

Then he tried to kiss me, which I shied away from. I was fascinated by the
dual cock sucking and that's all I was in the mood for.

He didn't take long though.

With sudden loud grunts and huffed breaths, he warned the boy he was
close. Then he blew his load and the worshipper put his tongue up and
upturned his face so he could be showered in it.

I didn't realise how much of a turn on this could be, because as soon as he
started to jizz, I felt the need to, and then I groaned, and then I huffed,
and felt the urge...then... bang!

My squirts blew all over the boy's face.

With eyes closed, tongue still out, and arms out as though he was out in an
overdue summer rain, he let us drown him in our jizz.

I think between us, the new guy and I had had coated him quite thoroughly
in our milky juice.

He was quite literally covered in semen.

And with that, the new guy nodded awkwardly, shuffled backwards, and
disappeared back to the toilet side.

The cock worshipper smiled at me, then turned to his shower and began to
lather body soap and washed himself.

I gave myself a quick rinse, and was dressed and out of there fairly
quickly with a tiny bit of awkwardness.

And I made a mental note to bring a marker with me next time. I was ready
to add my story to the graffiti on the walls.

***********************
What Came Through the Hole Part 7

Looking in the mirror, I appeared fitter and more toned, though considering
the number of times I've gone `jogging', I should have no fat at all.

We still have sex, but it has waned somewhat. Sometimes when I visit the
toilets, I come back extra horny, and after a shower, I'm climbing all over
my wife. She can be a bit moody, so sometimes she's responsive, and at
other times she tells me where to go.

On those occasions where she's sexually uninterested, I'll make an excuse
to go to the toilet guilt free. Well, relatively feeling less of it anyway.

So it was that Sunday afternoon, after a leisurely brunch with close
friends, which included my long-time friend Vivek and his wife, I was
feeling a little restless and initiated sex.

"Handsome...I'm just feeling tired today. Sorry, is that okay?" she asked,
one hand on the remote, and another absently stroking the back of my neck.

"Sure." I remember a time when such rejections meant I'd awkwardly
disappear to the office for a discrete tug.

But instead, "I might go for a run."

"You're looking really fit!" she said appreciatingly and with a nod, but
still more focused on Netflix than her fit husband.

I changed into my running shorts, put my joggers on and beelined for the
local park. That Sunday, I had felt a little frustration, not necessarily
from my wife's rebuff, but from the work week, so I did two laps of my
local park first.

It was quite cool, so even though I built up quite a sweat, I didn't feel
that I would have an odour.

That familiar excitement when I saw the toilet block and immediately
scanned the area and adjacent carpark, always made my heart jackhammer. I
slowed, and walked towards it casually, having learned to act indifferent
as I strolled in.

That panicked shuffle when I walked through the doorway, then turned left
and the urinal came into view, was more than just a little suspicious.

A man had turned to face the urinal real fast, and I just saw someone
disappear from view towards the cubicle, and a second later, a cubicle door
slammed.

Trying to be as unintrusive as I could, feeling like I'd just crashed a
party that I wasn't sure I was invited to, I slowed right down and turned
to the cubicles, intending to go hide in there and take stock.

But as I started to turn, I caught the side of the man's face at the
urinal, and I stopped.

It was Jackson.

He turned to me, a grin spreading on his handsome face.

I approached, but stayed at the other end of the long urinal, still feeling
like I'd just robbed whoever he'd been playing with of their moment.

But Jackson angled towards me, his smile turning to an intent gaze down at
my shorts, and scanned my body, as though appreciating the efforts of my
jogging.

His dick was stiff, and he wanked slowly at the urinal, looking back
towards the cubicle, at whoever had fled when I'd walked in.

I couldn't see the cracks in the door to the cubicle, which meant whoever
had gone in there couldn't see me, but they would easily see Jackson, as he
turned to openly wank at the urinal.

I'd forgotten how huge his dick was, and how much foreskin the guy had, and
also how muscular and toned he was. Standing at the urinal, I was
incredibly turned on.

He motioned for whoever it was to come out of the cubicle with a hand,
while motioning to me and my growing boner.

We both heard the latch of the cubicle click, and the door opened with a
soft groan.

Still feeling like an intruder, I faced the urinal, pulled my dick out and
slowly wanked it, being careful to keep my right hand extended so it was
mostly obstructed.

Just in case.

The guy who'd fled into the cubicle pulled up alongside me and between
Jackson and me. From the corner of my eye, I saw his dick come out and so I
turned to get a good look at it.

It was a great thick dick, dark-skinned, with weirdly shaved pubic hairs
around the base.

Beyond him, seemingly unfazed that his play had become a threesome, Jackson
shifted closer to the guy and bent to suck him.

As he did that, I looked up for the first time to check out the guy he was
sucking.

It was one of my best friends -- Vivek.

We'd met during university and become firm friends by our final year. His
girlfriend, who he later married, introduced me to the woman I married, and
their friendship helped to cement our friendship. While none of us had
thought about c***dren yet, I know Vivek's wife, and my wife had been
joking with other women in our group that they would need to plan it, so
we'd all remain on similar paths and have c***dren at the same time. Vivek
and I had given one another stricken looks.

Vivek and I didn't share secrets per se, but we laughed easily, could talk
tech for hours, Marvel characters and frustrations of being husbands.

But standing in a public toilet next to Vivek, while Jackson sucked him
off, was a secret I'm not sure I can cope with.

Due to immobility more than anything, I could not move.

Vivek had turned to look up at me as Jackson had gone down onto his
modestly sized cock.

I watched as Vivek's face turned to horror when he recognised me, even as
Jackson's lips slid from the top of his cock right down to his balls and my
friend's cock disappeared into that expert throat.

There was a second there where all the world's conflict appeared in his
eyes. I could see our friendship being questioned, his urge to flee, but
also the sensation as some guy sucked his dick, which inevitably rooted him
to the spot. It was also easy to see that his eyes softened when he
realised that I was standing next to him with my hard dick out at the
urinal.

We were there for the same reason, which is what stopped him from fleeing.

His eyes became fixated on my cock.

I'm going to guess for him, psychologically, fixing his stare on my dick
was what saved his sanity. If he focused on my dick, then he was no longer
standing next to one of his friends, and his secret was safe.

I read all of his turmoil like a book because I felt precisely the same
emotions and fears.

The larger percentage of me that wanted to flee, was overcome by the
smaller percent of me that was fucking excited by Jackson sucking Vivek's
cock.

Having exchanged an awkward half-smile in greeting, and various other
facial expressions, we returned to being horny men in a public toilet,
furtively scanning the door and keeping our ears open for intruders.

Jackson reached beyond Vivek for my cock, and so Vivek shifted back
slightly to accommodate us. He wanked Vivek, then sucked my dick, which was
slightly bigger than Vivek's.

As Jackson sucked my dick at the urinal, I put an arm around Vivek. I did
this to calm him, because his eyes were wild, like an a****l trapped and
ready to escape. But it also served to calm me.

After all, we were friends, and I hoped good enough to survive this.

When I put my arm around Vivek, Jackson must have sensed his fear, because
his hand wanked my cock and he returned to sucking Vivek's.

Perhaps it was my arm reassuring him, or Jackson's mouth sucking his dick,
but Vivek did seem to relax a bit, though he avoided my gaze, which was
okay with me.

With a gentle hand, I pushed Vivek's bum towards Jackson, who had a mouth
like a Hoover. And he had plenty of saliva going, which seemed to keep
Vivek pretty happy.

That's when everything went to the next level.

I'm talking, epic levels.

Jackson sucked Vivek's dick, while I embraced him sideways and calmed him
and reassured him.

But then Jackson stopped, stood close to Vivek, and kissed him on the lips
in a familiar manner.

I realised then two things.

The first was, that I was very jealous.

And the second was, they'd been kissing before I'd come in.

But then the shock came.

Jackson's smirk, as he turned Vivek towards me, pulled his pants down and
brought his cock into his arse, watching me the whole time, as though
wanting to see my reaction.

Again, as Vivek was forced towards me, and bent over, I caught his eyes,
and it was clear that this was a side of him that he didn't want me to see.

It happened so quickly that I don't think either of us had a chance to
think about it too much.

Resuming all the things they'd been doing before I'd come in and
interrupted them, Jackson bent Vivek over, his pants around his thighs, and
slid his huge dick back inside my friend's arse.

Vivek's eyes bulged, but not in pain exactly. It was easy to see that this
was something he'd been longing for. Perhaps something he'd been doing for
a while. How was I to know the extent of Vivek's experience?

Things got weirder, as my hard dick was right in Vivek's face, while he
held my hips for balance, so he sucked it.

He just put my dick in his mouth, while Jackson fucked him, and sucked me.

I turned to the doorway, realising that this position would be incredibly
difficult to break away from should someone walk in, so I began praying
that nobody would.

The momentum of Jackson's thrusts pushed Vivek's mouth deeper onto my cock.

He gagged on it, and I could feel the tightness of his throat as the tip of
my dick stretched his limits.

Jackson grunted like a bear, muscular arms grabbing Vivek's arse with a
ferocity that coupled with Vivek's warm mouth, brought me close.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one.

Jackson huffed in a way I'd heard before. He was a very vocal man, who it
seemed could not be quiet.

He half-roared, half grunted, as he bucked his huge dick into Vivek's arse
and forced Vivek to swallow me to the base. My balls smacked Vivek's chin
hard, and I wanted to warn him that I was about to nut.

Something hot and wet hit my leg, as Jackson brought his hips harder into
Vivek's arse, and I felt myself explode in Vivek's mouth.

Between us, Jackson and I had filled Vivek at both ends, but then I
realised that Vivek had squirted at the same time. His juice was still
jetting across the toilet floor, and across my joggers and my legs. Some
even onto my shorts.

He came a lot. I bet Jackson had jizzed buckets.

One more surprise waited for me.

Vivek swallowed my jizz.

He stood, awkwardly pulled his pants up, buttoned up, turned to give
Jackson a nod of appreciation, and then tapped me on the shoulder, he
mumbled something, and rushed out of the toilet.

I started to put my dick away, looking at all the stickiness on the floor.

When I looked up at Jackson, he was tucking himself back together, and
smirking at me.

"You didn't message me." It was a question with a smirk, that left me
awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other.

"Um..." I started, but moved to the taps to wash my hands and rinse my
cock.

He did the same from the other sink, then used some toilet paper to dry up.

I felt too awkward, and I was spent, so I left the toilet, assuming I'd see
Jackson again at some point.

When I exited the carpark and walked to the main path, someone came up
behind me.

I turned to see Jackson had caught up with me, and apparently he was going
to walk with me for a while.

"If you're not interested, just say so," he asked me, watching me intently.

I had no idea what to say.


**************************
What Came Through the Hole Part 8

My birthday was coming up, and my wife asked me what I wanted. I told her
what she wanted to hear, and decided to keep what I really wanted to
myself. After all, I'm more than a little confident she wouldn't
understand.

When I'd left the toilet and Jackson had followed me, I'd almost let him
veer off before I gave in, turned to him, and gave him an awkward
smile. I'm not one to fess up very often, but this felt like one of those
times in which I should. For some reason I had felt a little connection
with Jackson, like a kindred spirit perhaps, so I went with my gut feeling
and told him the truth.

"I was a bit scared and deleted your number, but later regretted it. I'm
sorry," I'd said simply.

He'd done this little thing where he stroked his chin for a while and his
eyes squeezed almost closed, before fixing me with a cheesy grin and
saying, "Sounds to me like you need to make it up to me!"

Of course I laughed, "Sure! I'll happily suck your cock."

He watched me with a secret bursting in his eyes. "I was thinking more
like, fucking that hot, tight arse of yours actually."

Naturally, I laughed. I knew he was serious, and we joked a little. But
then he realised.

"Wait...so, I'd be your first?" he laughed.

By this point, we'd walked half the park, which is quite large.

"I'm not sure it's my thing," which was a big lie. I'd been watching a few
videos that led to fucking, and I wondered what it was like to do both, but
the size of Jackson's dick scared me.

"I have an idea...no pressure, but how about, you come to my place when my
wife's away for the weekend in a couple of weeks. We can have a few drinks,
relax a bit, and give it a shot?" he asked, hanging onto my response.

I did like the idea of trying it, and told him I'd consider it. He gave me
his number again, and then demanded I give him mine. When he promised he
wouldn't send me suggestive texts in the middle of the night and that he'd
act discretely, I agreed. Before I'd even ventured far from him, he'd sent
me a text to confirm he had the right number.

As we rounded a bend, to a bit that overlooks a lake, we were surrounded by
thick bush. He paused, and I assumed he was going in his own direction.

But he didn't.

He walked into the bush, which had a worn path. I stood on the main path
and gaped, not quite sure if he was going to pee or what.

But Jackson turned and watched me, as though waiting. When I took one step
in his direction, he disappeared into the bushes. I quickly checked around
me, and nobody was around, so I quickly ducked to the bush and followed
him.

There was a spacious area that was well hidden from the path. It was like a
little room covered in leaves. I looked around, absolutely shocked that
such a hidden spot was possible.

It did not surprise me that Jackson knew about it.

As I entered, he stood with a big grin, and his dick hanging out through
his zipper.

I began to smile, but he stepped forward, and with big arms, enveloped me
into a hug, while lifting my face up to his. He kissed me and I felt my
dick go rocket hard.

We had both just jizzed in the toilet, both emptied our balls into Vivek,
yet someone was horny again, and I wasn't surprised.

The cheeky grin had not disappeared, and so Jackson dropped to his knees
and sucked my dick.

I looked around, but already knew we weren't being observed and wouldn't
be. Anyone coming would make noise and we'd have time to separate.

But I needn't worry, because Jackson sucked well and he did it with a slow,
wanking hand.

I realised that it got me off really quick.

My dick wasn't even in his mouth for a minute before I could feel the urge
to nut.

And so I did, and Jackson let it spurt into his mouth and even as I gave
him all of it, he swallowed it and gagged on it.

When he came away, he smiled, and I could see he'd swallowed it all.

He'd jizzed all over my joggers too.

We quickly left the bush, and finally, he turned around and grinned, while
holding up the phone, before walking off.

He had my number now.

We had some dinner and drinks with close friends for my birthday, but Vivek
had developed a stomach bug and sent his apologies. His wife came without
him, apologising profusely and relaying his regards, which was odd, because
he normally just called or messaged me himself. I told her I understood,
and deep down, I did, but I was still upset about it.

I'd figured that if I could get past it, perhaps he could too. At some
point, I might need to corner him by himself and have a conversation to
clear the air. Though that was easier said than done.

Regardless, it was a great night, we all drank too much, made more
memories, and toasted to many more celebrations together.

That weekend was a long weekend, and the Sunday night my wife went to a
women's overnight retreat with two of her girlfriends for the night for a
luxurious massage and champagne evening, followed by yoga and meditation.

The timing was not accidental, given I'd suggested it, found the alleged
discount voucher, and bought it for her, then suggested her friends go with
her.

Alone on a Sunday, with no wife until Monday, and free to do as I pleased,
I chose to accept Jackson's invitation.

A bottle of good Whiskey in hand, I drove over to Jackson's address, which
wasn't that far away from mine, and parked in his driveway.

His house was impressively large and suited the neighbourhood well, with
two and a half stories, a double-garage and white picket fence.

I thought the guy was taking too much risk however, but kept that musing to
myself.

Jackson opened the door wearing a naughty grin, grey shorts, and a baggy
white tee and stood barefoot.

"Hey buddy, come in," he said, highly likely more for the neighbours than
for me, but I liked the sound of being called his buddy.

Jackson's house was as impressive on the inside as it was on the outside,
with tasteful decor and not too crowded furniture. He led me to the main
living area, which faced an impressively large television. On it, was some
high quality, bisexual porn.

"Whoa..." I couldn't help but stammer and sat on the soft, large sofa.

He looked concerned. "Is this not okay?"

I quickly reassured him it was. "No, no! Not what I meant. It's just
that...well, it feels all so out in the open here. Aren't you afraid
that..."

"...my wife will come home?" he continued for me, a tight jawline that held
up a smirk on his handsome face.

"Um, er...yeah." I shrugged, but looked around as though expecting her to
come in at any moment.

"She got a 3-hour train this morning, and I'm picking her up tomorrow
evening. She's got a tracker device hidden in her suitcase, which I checked
today, and she's definitely at her hotel."

I started at him, disbelieving. "You put a tracker on your wife?"

It was his turn to shrug. "Only way to ensure we won't be interrupted. Also
for her safety."

There was no point faulting his logic, even if it bothered me.

Somehow, I relaxed a little, but occasionally looked over my shoulder
towards the doorway regardless.

The blonde girl in the video was overly made-up, far too slutty to be
attractive, with eyes that proved she was high off her chops, but one of
the guys was incredibly sexy, with muscles not much more defined than
Jackson's, and handsome, rugged looks.

This guy was getting fucked by a black guy, who had a dick only slightly
smaller than Jackson's.

"Looks painful," I said.

"Only for a few seconds," Jackson said, pouring us both a Whiskey from his
own stash.

"What happens after a few seconds?" I asked, eyes glued to the close-up of
a black dick sliding in and out of the rugged guy's arse.

"Your arsehole starts to relax, you start to enjoy it and feel less pain,
and more pleasure."

"And if I don't relax and enjoy it?" I asked him, finally turning to watch
him.

He shrugged. "Then you bite the pillow, and hope I'll jizz pretty soon," he
downed the scotch while watching the porn. Then slowly turned to face me,
even as my jaw slowly dropped open.

"k**ding," he added. "If you don't like it, you can fuck me."

"Do you like it?" I asked him.

"Sometimes," he said, watching the blonde girl try and focus on the rugged
guy's cock.

It wasn't awkward exactly, but I felt like Jackson was waiting for
something.

We sipped our drinks in silence, and watched the bi porn with interest. I
wasn't hard, in fact I was quite turned off by it.

A short time later, as I started to feel a healthy dose of buzz from the
alcohol, Jackson said. "You're not hard. Nervous?" he was staring at the
bulge in my shorts.

I shrugged. "It's not really turning me on. Not sure if it's the girl or
what. She's too..." I didn't know how to finish, but luckily Jackson seemed
to get it.

He nodded. "Yeah. Not really my type." He navigated to a new site with his
phone, and selected gay porn onto the big T.V.

A `Doctor' and a `builder' were standing in an office.

"I have an itch deep inside me that I can't seem to scratch," the builder
complained to the Doctor.

I laughed, and pretty soon Jackson did too.

It relaxed the atmosphere a little, but the porn was a lot better, so it
made a big difference.

He slid over to right next to me and the awkwardness dialled up a little,
but then he put an arm around my shoulders, and a hand on my bulge, while
gently massaging it, and watching my reaction.

I kept my focus on the porn for a few more seconds, but then looked down at
his strong hand as it massaged my quickly growing boner.

"That's better," he said, as my rock-hard dick began to protest against my
shorts.

His hand felt good, and warmed me up quite quickly. When I turned to look
at him, he was watching me intently, with a gaze that made me a little
uncomfortable.

He leaned in too close, and his lips were right next to mine. I watched his
face, and felt the compulsion to turn away.

But I kissed him instead.

Again, I felt that jolt when our lips touched that seemed to echo through
my body and made my dick throb.

Apparently he felt it too, because he swivelled to sit on my lap, faced me
and pushed his body into me. I could feel his huge dick press against my
belly as he leaned in and kissed me again.

Fuck.

It was warm, and comfortable on that sofa, and somehow we went from
sitting, to laying down. Clothes dissolved while we kissed, and he pushed
me down with a ferociousness I hadn't experienced since my wedding day.

When he pulled my t-shirt off, and he saw my bare chest, his eyes lit up.

"You've been working out," he said breathlessly, and kissed me again.

It was a bit awkward, in that we hit a level of intimacy I wasn't
expecting.

An intimacy I hadn't experienced with anyone except my wife.

But it didn't seem to bother Jackson, as his lips melted into mine with a
deep, long, passionate kiss, while his hands massaged the back of my neck,
my ears, my head, my shoulders, and occasionally, as our dicks pressed and
rubbed against each other, his tongue would trail along my neck and
sometimes venture into my ears.

Nobody had ever put a tongue in my ear, and it made me wanna nut so bad.

His hot breath, as his dick moved tightly against mine, made me pretty
close to jizz, but I held off.

He jumped up, grabbed my hand, and led me to his bedroom. I could tell
right away it was not their bedroom, but a spare room, by the generic
sparse furnishing and lack of intimate objects.

The bed was comfortable and soft, but the minute we lay on it naked, and he
was back on top kissing me, I forgot where I was.

The passion reached new levels with Jackson. When his tongue immersed
itself in my mouth, and his dick rubbed against mine once more, I drew
back, so close, trying not to jizz.

Jackson sensed this, because then he trailed down, licking around my chest
and my nipples, and down along my belly and around my balls. He sniffed
them for a while, apparently enjoying my man-scent.

Before I knew it, my dick disappeared inside his mouth with loud sucking
and slurping. His mouth was so hot, and firm as it swallowed my dick
whole. He alternated between my balls, the head of my cock and swallowing
my cock again repeatedly.

Then he came up and kissed me while lifting me onto his lap, and I felt his
cock rub against the hole of my arse.

I opened my mouth to tell him that I didn't think I could do it, but he
lifted me up, twisted me around and grabbed my waist, pulled me up and
towards him, and shoved his tongue into my arse.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Doggy style is not a position that I've ever thought I'd be in for my
birthday weekend, but being naked with Jackson in his bed, was what I'd
been thinking about a lot for some time.

On all fours, with Jackson eating out my arse, my thoughts raced.

Would I let him? He was huge. I'm not sure I have it in me. Thinking about
it is one thing, but he was very big. I began to list how I'd reject him
before he'd even begun.

It felt a bit like a dream, and surreal, as he flipped me again, put a
bottle of poppers to me, then kissed me while the tip of his dick pushed at
my arsehole.

Whatever that poppers was, put me in a very dreamlike state and also made
me relax a lot.

Smirking at me, a hand reaching over for lube, and then his dick trying to
gently wiggle a way in there, while I stared at him wondering what the hell
poppers was.

"I don't think I can," I started, but Jackson's lips came down into mine as
I felt him trying to push in even further.

"Okay, we won't then," he said, but continued to slide in and out of me.

I could feel him fucking me, but I knew he was only in a little bit.

Instead of moving off me, he gave me more from the little bottle and then
kissed me some more.

My legs wrapped around his waist as I felt him sliding deep into me. I'm
not sure how far he got in, but the look on his face was ecstasy. He kept
nodding, smiling -- so cheeky, but grunted as he fucked me. He'd built a
little rhythm, and looked like he was completely in heaven.

And then he was close, I could tell, and I was too. His dick seemed to be
hitting that spot where my orgasms always start.

He seemed to be fucking that very spot.

Fuck.

And as I felt it begin to erupt, I watched his face spasm, and his eyes
almost roll all the way back as he nutted with an explosive grunt, a half
roar like I'd heard in the toilets when he'd fucked Vivek, and his body
tensed, even as his dick plunged all the way right deep inside me.

My jizz splashed us in waves, between his chest and mine, and our faces.

We were covered.

Eruption isn't even the word. It's like when he fucked me, he fucked the
jizz out. It shot out in multiple directions like mini jets of molten lava
and stuck to us.

And then he collapsed on top of me, kissing my neck, panting heavily, and
covered in a sheen of sweat.

I can't tell you how long we lay like that in total, but I did not have the
energy to move a muscle.

At some point, Jackson slid off me and rolled to my side, and lay half
d****d across me, both slowly trying to catch our breath.

I didn't know what to say, and I opened my mouth a couple of times, but
felt this enormous wave of tiredness.

I fell asleep.

And woke up with sun streaming through the windows and Jackson spooning me.

************
What Came Through the Hole Part 9

Jackson messaged me again, and I feel worse this time for not responding.

I don't know what to say to him, and I can't face what happened. My wife
knows something's up, because she keeps pressing me about it, which adds to
the pressure.

I've been running, and drinking more, just trying to cope. But the worst
part is lying to her.

Even though that morning I said I was okay, I fled. Having woken up with
Jackson wrapped around me, was just next level too much.

Yes...the problem is that I enjoyed it far too much.

But then I returned home, slept, and woke up spooning my wife, and realised
that's where I'm supposed to be.

And each day I wake up, and I wrap around her, I think about how Jackson
held me when I woke up at his house and I have to work at pushing that far
to the back of my mind because, it's just...wrong.

It's been weeks since I saw Jackson that morning and I left rather
awkwardly. I put him on silent, so I don't get distracted through the days,
but I always think about him in the mornings.

I still jog the park, but I blank the toilets. It's easy enough to just run
past it, and pretend it isn't there.

I'm sure I saw that young fit guy from the shower that time, the cock
worshipper, walk in one afternoon, but I couldn't do it.

Until this morning.

Early morning, on a Wednesday, which for some reason is busy, there's
always someone around. It might have something to do with the graffiti in
the middle stall which tells a story of a hot encounter on a Wednesday
morning, and how the jogger would be there that following
Wednesday. Perhaps others, like myself, made a mental note to turn up on
Wednesdays in case.

I walked in and saw a guy at the urinal.

Right away I liked this guy, but I was still feeling a bit weird, so I
entered with trepidation, in case I bumped into Jackson, who seemed to
frequent this toilet often.

The guy had clearly been exercising, as he wore joggers, a tight singlet
and cap with sunnies. While this made it hard to see what he looked like,
I'd have guessed him at early twenties, really fit and Caucasian, a bit of
messy blonde hair sticking out from under his cap and a tight, stubbled
jawline.

He looked at me, kind of nodded in an odd way, but turned to the corner of
the urinal, as though hiding something.

Having learned that people don't generally stand at urinals while watching
guys walk in, unless they are wanting something more than a pee, I brazenly
went to the urinal and took the opposite end and got my dick out.

Obviously, I urinated, but when I finished, I shook my dick a few times and
side-watched this guy.

He didn't do anything, so I assumed he was overly nervous.

I'm not that much more experienced, so I gently played with my cock in my
corner of the urinal, angling so that he could, if he really looked, see
the tip of my slowly hardening cock.

He must have looked, because from the corner of my eye I saw him slowly
angle himself towards me but when I carefully looked, I couldn't see his
cock or his hand moving.

I started to get a little nervous, which I think was probably from this
guy's noob energy.

When I looked behind, I could see the cubicles were empty.

It was still quite early in the morning, so I didn't expect too many guys
to be around.

As I thought about leaving, I noticed he was staring at what little he
could see of my cock.

Fuck it.

I turned so he could see I was relatively hard and still, figuring that if
he did nothing, I'd turn and leave, even with a boner pushing through my
short, jogging shorts.

His eyes widened as he saw me openly wanking and his tongue darted across
his lips briefly.

I guessed this was one of his first times, but probably not his very first.

When he turned, my own eyes widened.

He had a great dick. It was cut, thick, and I'd guess about 9.5 inches. Not
Jackson big, but well above average.

I turned towards him more, and wanked openly while starting at his
cock. Occasionally I'd glance at his face, check the rest of him out, and
go back to staring at his cock.

He wanked, watched me, licked his lips, continued wanking, and angled
towards me a little more.

I stepped towards him.

His eyes looked alarmed, and he shrank back.

This guy was so timid, I knew he was going to flee in a second and I didn't
really know how to stop him from doing that.

He was like a cornered a****l I needed to free. In order to free him, I
needed to approach him.

This guy didn't want to be approached.

Fine.

We wanked.

But then he licked his lips, stepped forward, eyeing the door. We wanked,
while he watched the door, occasionally lusted at my cock with furtive
eyes, licked his lips and returned to door duty.

I figured if a fly came in he'd be aware of it, so just watched him.

The temptation to lean over and suck his dick was getting stronger.

Then I had that `fuck it' moment, assuming he'd flee anyway, and so I bent
to suck it.

I expected him to run.

He didn't.

I got a good taste of it. Put my mouth around the bulbous head and felt the
heat of it as it entered my mouth. Forgot how good it felt to taste one and
to have a juicy, big, fat cock in my mouth.

But it made me wish it had been Jackson's, a thought I had to quickly push
away.

He convulsed, moved out of my mouth, and I panicked, expecting to stand up
to an interruption, but it wasn't anything like that.

He just blew his load on the urinal.

I was disappointed because I was hoping he'd have given it to me. But he
came quick and without warning and left it dribbling down the trough.

Nobody had come in, but when I went to wank and finish off, the guy fled
and left me standing there with a hard-on.

I stood at the urinal by myself, looking at his jizz running down the
trough, but felt a bit weird and no longer inspired, so I went into the
cubicle and thought I'd wank over the graffiti.

As I turned around to close the cubicle door, Jackson walked in.

Fuck.

I was like the rabbit in the spotlight, and kind of cornered.

With my dick out, standing in the cubicle.

He must have been really quiet. Like someone who was experienced at
creeping in undetected.

With a hand sort of unsuccessfully hiding my dick, I shuffled back out and
to the urinal and tried to avoid his eyes. I just had no idea what the fuck
to say to him, after ghosting him for the past couple of weeks.

To be fair, I felt like he was giving me more chances than I'd give
myself. He was always straight up with me, but I was always disappearing
and being a flake or simply ghosting him.

He was like some kind of super confident man, the way he walked to the
urinal, saw the jizz, stooped to get a closer look at it, but then whipped
his dick out and started wanking, while watching me. He raised an eyebrow,
and his tongue came out, to let me know he was turned on and to come to
him.

Jackson was an enigma I would one day work out.

With a big hand, he waved me over. That cock was enormous, especially when
I compared it to the previous guy.

I shuffled two steps, but watched the door. If he could be that quiet
coming in, then anyone else could.

Impatient, with too much confidence, Jackson shuffled over and in one move
swooped down and brought his head down onto my cock. His hot mouth
descended on it like a vacuum and holy shit...I could have jizzed in a
second.

He was dressed in jogging kit too, which I thought was really hot, as I
watched him take my dick into his mouth and suck it like a pro.

Up and down, with a warm mouth that squeezed my dick, as he gently, but
perfectly sucked on it.

I wanted more.

So I gently pushed his head away, and brought my head down onto his big
eleven-inch dick and sucked it in the way I'd recently learned seemed to
work.

Thankfully, Jackson has a lot of foreskin, so pulling down on it and
wanking him while I sucked was easy enough. I used as much saliva as I
could to slobber over it and wanked it while sucked it from head to
tip. It's a big dick, and not easy to swallow, but I was able to get most
of the way with my mouth and Jackson didn't once try and force me to take
more of it.

Jackson didn't seem to be too keen on blowing in someone's mouth, so he
either got bored, or had enough, because he soon stopped me and pulled me
into a kiss while we stood at the urinal.

I was a bit shocked, given I'd left his house and not messaged him back
after he'd sent numerous messages to try and encourage me, but did like
kissing him, so went along with it.

When he pushed his dick next to mine, and it rubbed my belly and against my
dick, I really liked it, especially as he was kissing me while doing it.

I guess we were too engrossed to hear the cops come in a few seconds later.

********************
What Came Through the Hole Part 10

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This was my second time in a holding cell.

The first time was for drinking under the influence of alcohol, Dad had to
come in and get me, with that special look he reserved for the homeless, or
street beggars. I heard him grind his teeth the entire drive home and only
a few words were spoken. He'd given me a bit of a random story about
growing up in `tough times', where you had to work hard for the smallest
meal, and how ungrateful the new generation of k**s were. Pretty sure that
was aimed at me. I'm aware it can take a hammer and nail to drive a point
home with me occasionally.

My favourite teenage conversation to have with my father as we left prison
in those innocent days, with my hangover threatening to make me puke in his
new Volvo.

So the next time I found myself in a holding cell was for indecent
exposure, but luckily, Dad wasn't around to bail me out this time.

I put my face into my hands and started to believe I belonged in prison
while Jackson started recounting his favourite porn movie.

"What?" I glanced at him, more than a little confused and bewildered he
would be talking about such things at a time of crisis.

You would be forgiven for thinking that Jackson and I had taken a holiday
to some random island by the cheery smile and mischievous twinkle in his
eyes.

"I think it was an old Falcon porn flick I watched. The guys were in prison
and the sex was incredible!"

As I looked around our tiny, cramped cell, I wondered if he'd snapped. Gone
all the way around the bend into complete, fucking lunacy.

The whole thing had been a blur. While blood was pumping into my ears and
drowning out the sounds around us, Jackson and I were cuffed and carted off
to a police car and driven the short distance to the central police
station.

Yes, we'd been given a few seconds to zip up and tuck the naughty fellas
away.

Our details had been taken, and then we'd been thrown in the tiny cell that
featured three grey cold walls, and one cell door with bars. It was barely
big enough to hold two grown men, and the cold concrete bench did nothing
to calm me.

There sat Jackson, comfortable like we're on holiday, a smile on his face,
and a disposition that had not changed since before the police came in and
busted our arses, while I, wild-eyed and distraught, read my own obituary
over and over.

"This one scene, the guard comes in with a baton, starts shoving it up the
younger guy's arse as he bends over and sucks the other prisoner's dick..."

"Jackson..." I stared at him.

"What?" he looked genuinely confused.

"Are you seriously talking about your favourite sex porn in a prison while
we're in a prison cell? You know..." I looked around, but it was really
quiet beyond the steel bars, and I was certain nobody was around, "our
lives are in the balance?"

He actually rolled his eyes, slapped his knee, and then put an arm around
me. I tried to move away, but he gripped my opposite shoulder and pulled me
in.

"Where's your sense of adventure?!"

I chose not to respond.

The cops and the guard who'd locked us in had been gone for a while. I
stood, walked to the bars, and tried to look left and right, see if I could
make anything out. I did recall when we came in that the corridor was
narrow, and I think there was only one other door and it appeared to be a
cleaning cupboard.

In the far distance, beyond the doors at the end, I could make out some
sounds, but they were hard to decipher and quite distant.

I turned to sit, and stopped.

Jackson was wanking.

"Jackson!" I whispered, aware I sounded like a scolding wife and that my
whisper was probably louder than my normal voice.

I doubted anyone would hear us anyway.

"Nobody's around, relax!" he said, with a tongue flicking at me to try and
seduce me.

It was impossible not to laugh. Jackson had a way of turning a dire
situation into a comedy sketch.

But still he wanked.

And nodded for me to come to his cock.

No way.

I looked back at the bars and the quiet, dark corridor beyond.

He was right, nobody was around. And I was pretty sure we'd hear someone
coming.

But I wasn't one hundred percent.

"You're fucking nuts!" I stated, taking one step towards him, which meant I
was nearly within touching distance of his cock, in that cramped cell.

"My fucking nuts are still full!" he said with another lick of his lips.

The look in his eyes encouraged me laugh, but his cock made me want to
suck.

"First sound and you zip right up!" I cautioned.

He shrugged, "of course I will." And he pushed his dick towards me, like he
was offering it to me on a plate.

I dropped to my knees and grabbed his dick; still not sure I was going to
suck it in that prison cell.

Jackson's hand reached around my neck and tightened, and slowly pulled me
towards it.

I shrugged it off, but moved towards it anyway, and then said, "Keep an ear
out!"

"Yes, of course!" His eyes pleaded me to suck his enormous dick.

My knees felt the cold on the cell's concrete, as I took Jackson's dick's
tip and opened my mouth. It was hot, which I'd expected, so I opened wide
and brought my mouth down onto his dick and tightened it and sucked.

"Fuck!" he whispered as my mouth reached his balls and his eleven point
something dick reached the back of my throat.

I gagged a little and made a kind of coughing sound, but his hand pushed me
down and I got past it.

Apparently I could deep throat a dick.

Who knew?

His balls gently pushed against my chin as I felt his bulbous head push
into my throat.

No dick had ever gone that far. I kind of wanted to high-five myself.

Jackson's dick was so fat that it literally stretched my throat. I could
feel it pushing my boundaries.

His legs parted so I could wrap my arms around his waist and pull him in,
and so my chest could be comfortable. He lightly stroked my head and neck
as I sucked his dick.

At least his shorts were still on, and only just pulled down enough so I
could see his dick and balls.

I noticed for the first time he'd shaved them.

When I let his dick slide out of my mouth I licked down the shaft and onto
his balls. He pushed into me and arched his back so I could get at them.

They tasted so good, and still so fresh.

For a little while, I enjoyed licking his balls, his shaft, the big head on
his cock, wanking the foreskin and loving how much of it he had and how it
came to the tip and bunched up, then feeling him squirm and quietly moan as
I took his whole dick in my mouth and sucked it back to his balls. All the
while, keeping an ear out for any sounds.

He pushed my head away and I started to stand, but he brought his face to
me and held my head firmly and came in for a kiss.

Kissing Jackson was one of the highlights of being with him that I only
just realised, in that cell.

Then he pulled me, so I was kind of sitting on his lap, with our chests
pressed against the other, and kissed passionately.

I kept my ears well and truly trained on any sounds beyond the cell, and a
couple of times we both opened our eyes and looked around to make sure
nobody had silently appeared.

Who knows how much time passed while we kissed passionately in that cell,
but eventually he turned me around, crouched between my legs and unzipped
and unbuttoned me.

Of course I was hard and ready, but I wasn't sure I was up for being
sucked. I was still feeling horrified at our experience.

But when Jackson's mouth swallowed my dick expertly, I forgot where we were
temporarily and sucked in a deep breath while he sucked in all of me.

That warm sensation of getting head by someone who knows what they're
doing, is incredible.

At least we were at a lot less risk of getting caught in the cell than we
were in the toilet at the urinal.

He deepthroated me and I felt my balls push against his chin, but his hand
came in and gently rolled them around. I realised how much I liked him
doing that.

As usual, the desire to nut came when Jackson sucked my dick.

I really didn't want to suck his dick after I'd nut, so I pushed his head
away.

He tried to resist, but I said, "it's my turn." And that made him give in.

We switched places again, but instead of going down onto his cock, he
pulled me against him and lifted our t-shirts so we could feel each other's
cocks rub against the other's.

His was huge, which is all I could feel, but it was nice feeling all of
Jackson, with him kissing me back as we rubbed our dicks like that.

Strangely enough, I had the urge to nut again, with just the two of us
rubbing, which had happened before.

I could feel his breathing was intensifying, as mine was, and he pulled me
in tighter, and pressed out bodies in more as we kissed, felt our bellies
and our cocks rub together.

And then it came.

Together, we jizzed between us, but continued to kiss as we did it.

It was an incredible feeling. Hot jizz squirted between our bellies as we
kissed.

The stickiness between us was something else, but as we finished up, and
pried apart, watching him with a sheepish, but satisfied grin, I realised
we were a bit fucked.

We both only had t-shirts and shorts.

Jackson seemed to realised. "Here," he said, and jumped up, pulled his
shorts down, quickly removed his underpants and used them to mop up the
excess jizz on my bell end, and around my dick, as well as his, and around
our bellies. They were boxer shorts, so there wasn't a lot of them to use,
but he made do with it. We weren't squeaky clean, but we'd get by.

The smell of jizz was pretty strong as he quickly put his underpants back
on and then his shorts.

We sat down and I looked around me, realising what a big risk we'd taken,
but also how hot that had been.

"That was so hot. I always wanted to make my own prison cell sex scene," he
said with a satisfied smile as he leaned his head back onto the concrete
wall.

I stared at him, but didn't say anything, instead I put my shoulder against
his and leaned my head against the wall as he had done.

"Your undies must be sticky as hell," was all I said.

For a while, we listened out for anyone coming, but also relaxed a bit as
our breathing returned to normal and the smell of semen dissipated a
little, though it was far from gone.

"I understand why you ghosted me a little."

My head snapped to him, and I watched him, instantly folding my arms.

"Why?"

"I'm irresistible. You'll fall in love with me, I'll have to get a
restraining order, and then our wives will get involved..."

I laughed.

"Yes, Jackson. That's exactly it. You're irresistible, and I'll fall in
love with you." I said it with a smile, playing along, but Jackson smiled
back, put a hand on my leg and said, "it would be a real struggle not to
return the favour."

That made us both pause and look towards the cell bars.

Seconds later, we heard keys in a door, a door slammed close, and then loud
footsteps along the corridor.

A sassy woman appeared, not really looking at us as she unlocked the cell
door.

"You'll appear in front of the judge in ten minutes," she said, and walked
off.

Jackson sighed, but with that ever-present smile on his face. "I guess we'd
better not keep that judge waiting then, huh?" and he led the way out of
the cell, leaving me wondering who stunk of jizz more, me or him.

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What Came Through the Hole Part 11

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I left my house and veered to the left and further up the block, along
towards where my local shopping centre was. While I'd had no need to go
shopping, I'd recently discovered running in my area was a great way to get
to know the neighbourhood.

It was also keeping me away from temptation.

Jogging past my neighbours was interesting, it let me compare us all and
our various tastes. There were homes where you could definitely tell the
origins or ethnicity of the inhabitants within, by simple things like,
Buddha's and wooden windchimes, or that weird gold cat with the ever-moving
paw you sometimes see in Asian shops or in someone's window. Sometimes it
was the curtains and their shape or colours, and other times it was the
house itself.

Vivek works from home on Fridays, as I always did, and he lived about three
blocks from my house in a slightly elevated part of the suburb. After
detouring the shopping centre, and beyond that neighbourhood, I took a wide
berth and angled back via Jackson's neighbourhood and past his house. I
wasn't being creepy or stalking him, I just liked to feel the running
distance between places sometimes as it allows me to feel closer and more
connected to them.

About forty minutes into my run, I'd been thinking about him solid and
realised that I absolutely needed to clear the air. Before I knew it, I was
jogging back past Vivek's house.

He had a combination of Indian and Western theme which you could see from
the outside, but having been inside his house, I knew the extent of the
combined themes continued. My wife liked it, and I thought it was
interesting, though I was never creative with those things and never
commented on them, contentedly appreciating their company and not their
decor.

He answered after about a minute, and it was clear he'd deliberated from
inside after having seen my approach through the curtains.

"Hey," I said, with a big cheery grin, pretending nothing had changed
between us.

"Oh hey," he said, looking kinda perplexed as to why I was standing at his
door while scratching the back of his head. It did look like he was
thinking of excuses to get rid of me.

"Can we have a quick chat mate?" I said, stepping towards the door.

Too quickly, he said, leaning into the door to block me. "I'm so sorry
mate, I'm really busy..."

Fuck it.

I pushed the door wider with a firm hand, and stepped in so I was
centimetres from his face.

He looked terrified and startled. I took that as my opportunity. "We've
been friends for years. I think you and I need to have a chat."

I have never forced myself onto Vivek, and I've never tried to intimidate
him or coerce him or push my way into his house. So when I barrelled past
him, and made my way inside his house, I surprised even myself.

"Fine," he said with resignation, scrambling for the wide open door, as
though concerned about his neighbours, and finally closing it quietly.

I saw his laptop was open through the home office door, and took a seat on
the lounge. "Are you home alone?"

He nodded but didn't sit. Vivek stood by the entry to his lounge area with
arms folded and wide eyes. I've never seem him look so cold, distant and
also quite visibly terrified.

"I've missed you." It's all I could think to say to try and soften his
demeanour. Vivek was treating me like an enemy. Like I'd done something
wrong.

This did have somewhat of a softening effect, though not as much as I'd
like. He unfolded his arms and watched me briefly, but said nothing and
returned his attention to the floor like a scolded c***d.

"Well, if I can speak openly?" I asked, once more looking around as if
expecting his wife to appear.

He nodded, but didn't refold his arms.

I took a breath, swallowed, realised how much more difficult this was in
reality than it had been in my head.

"It's weird. We know each other's secret. We've seen each other in a
situation that...

He refolded his arms. "Listen, I don't want to talk about it. It was an
accident, not really my thing..." he looked to the door, then back at me,
as if hoping.

I stood up, realising this wasn't going to go well and I needed to get his
attention.

"That same guy and I got arrested a couple of weeks ago," I blurted out.

His eyes bulged, and his arms unfolded, he stepped towards me, lower jaw
hanging. "What!"?

And then he sat opposite me, legs open, arms open, watching me intently.

So I told Vivek my story, which included that I'd seen Jackson a couple of
times before, and that I'd also been to his house. I didn't tell him I'd
slept over there, but I did tell him the other details and estimated how
many times I'd been to the toilet. When I recapped with the arrest and what
happened, he was on the edge of his seat and his lips looked ready to fire
a dozen questions.

"Do you have a criminal record?" he asked.

"No. I got a warning," I stated matter-of-factly.

"Did you get a fine?" he asked me.

"No. I just got a warning and told to stay away from that toilet.

"Did they send stuff to your home address?" he asked me.

I nodded, interlinking my fingers. "I worked from home for a few days
because I knew there'd be a letter and I threw it away immediately."

"What if they send more?" he asked, looking panic-stricken.

I shook my head. "They won't. I've been in touch with a lawyer, as has
Jackson. They can't do anything more at this point, but we do need to be
careful, obviously."

"You're sure?" he calmed only slightly.

I nodded. "Yeah. They're not allowed. Only one letter to back up the
warning. But just in case, I'm all over our post these days."

He laughed nervously and we stared at each other a bit.

There were more questions, and I was happy to answer them. When he asked
about Jackson, I could tell he'd liked the guy a lot. Who wouldn't? Jackson
is incredibly good looking and fit.

"I really have missed you. I know seeing you in the toilet was weird, for
both of us... but, I mean, we both obviously share a secret. We've been
friends a while, perhaps we could talk about it sometime?"

Vivek looked away, though he bit his lip and appeared deep in thought.

"Anyway, I wanted to come and see you. We're friends, and I'm not going to
lose you without a fight," I said, referring to a comment from his
ex-girlfriend at University, who he couldn't stand, and had run from.

Vivek burst out laughing, as did I.

"Oh my God! She was such a nutjob!" he said between laughs.

"Your girlfriend," I said smiling, but glad to see him laugh with me.

We agreed that we'd both make an effort to return our friendship to its
former levels, and try and not think about our `other' side, but I also let
Vivek know that if he wanted to talk about it, I was always willing.

"For now, I'd like to pretend it didn't happen. Perhaps later, I'd like to
talk more with you? If that's okay..." Vivek said.

We agreed there'd be no further questions, as long as he'd work hard to be
normal with me again, and so I got up to leave.

As I reached the front door, he put his hand on my shoulder, and then
looked about to say something. But almost as though he'd reconsidered it,
he shook his head and smiled with some embarrassment.

"What?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Nothing."

I folded my arms. "Vivek."

Breathing out, and then looking away, he said, in a voice that I almost
didn't hear. "You do have a great dick. It was quite an experience sucking
it."

I smiled, then laughed and turned to the door, though I didn't move. I
couldn't open the door, because as soon as he said that my dick got hard.

"Well, if it's any consolation, you do suck very well! I assumed it wasn't
your first time!"

While awkward, we laughed. Neither of us looked at one another.

Then both looked down at my tight, running shorts and the
impossible-to-hide boner.

"Jesus!" Vivek said.

I put my hands over it, but there was no way to hide it. "Give me a
minute."

He watched me, but then said, "there's only one way to get rid of that."

My jaw dropped, but I smiled. "You went from shy to ready to service me?"
but I laughed.

He nodded, so I nodded down. "Well, it isn't going to go down by
itself. And it is kinda your fault."

"It really is," he said, but I think he spoke more to calm his nerves, as
he then dropped to his knees.

I watched in awe as he gently pulled my shorts down and my undies, and his
eyes widened when he saw my dick again. He didn't look up at me, but put it
in his mouth and sucked it.

Vivek was fantastic at sucking dick. Definitely not a novice.
His tongue was truly experienced, and his mouth was at an expert sucking level. He sucked, and licked my dick from the tip to the base and back again. He appeared unfazed by my sweaty crown jewels, or rather, he seemed to relish the muskiness as he buried his face between them at one point. He looked content, eyes closed and mouth smoothly sliding all the way onto my cock. I could feel his nose push deep in my belly, as his tongue licked around my balls, and then his hot mouth wrapped around each of my balls, then both of them.
"Fuck..." I stammered breathlessly, as he worked my tool by his front door.
Each time he worked my balls, his hand would wank my cock gently, then his mouth would find the tip of my cock and he'd slide down on it until the head of my cock entered his throat. He'd gotten good at sucking dick, to the point that when he tightened his throat, it made me wanna jizz.
When I moaned, he hungrily sucked faster.
That was too much. He sucked my dick, while his hand caressed my balls and wanked whatever wasn't in his mouth.
"Oh fuck!" I whispered, as though someone might hear us.
He gagged but used a hand to pull me in deeper.
I nutted so deep; I think it hit the centre of his throat.
Again, he'd jizzed all over my brand-new joggers.
"Shit...sorry,.." he said, as though having realised that he'd done exactly that.
"Oh...it's fine," I laughed, as I packed my softening dick away and stepped back and leaned against the door.
He got up with an awkward smile, and I could see he'd swallowed my jizz.
"That's hot," I said, hoping he wouldn't be embarrassed by it.
Vivek nodded, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
I left Vivek to clean up and jogged a bit on the way home, but mostly I wanted to walk. My mind wandered and I needed to clear my head a little, so I walked back in the direction of the shopping centre and past familiar neighbourhoods and houses close to home.
What had we just done?
I'd wanted to clear the air with Vivek, but realised I'd made things so much more complicated.