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The first thing that caught Ed’s attention was the hint of a rolex on a white wrist. Most people visiting a glory hole have the good sense not to dress in a way that anyone has any reason to go ‘Hey remember that guy who had on that shiny rolex? Who was getting his dick sucked in the back?’-it ruined the discreet purpose of said glory hole.
In this posh-fuck’s defense he hadn’t been flaunting it but he was taking unusually long undoing the clasp of his belt that it was difficult to miss the golden watch face through the tiny hole where his dick should’ve been. In fact it was getting weirdly long. With his knee brace on, kneeling wasn’t usually an issue, but Ed didn’t like to push past twenty minutes on his shit knee. He’d come here to have a good, very secret time-away from annoying managers, paparazzi, and demanding phone calls-and the lack of dick for his mouth was limiting chances for said good time.
“You’ll have to give me a moment!” The posh-fuck spoke suddenly, voice shockingly delighted like they were fine dining instead of in a bathroom behind the dildo shop. Rule number one of glory holes was keep your words to a minimum and hushed so no one figured out who you were. “This happens to be my-uh-first visit here you see, not that I’m not well practiced in sexual adventures-er-that’s to say you shan’t be disappointed-I think it’s just a little stage-fright. This is also a new belt-so you know-sticky buckles! Surely you must know what that is like-seeing as well-you’ve got the real performance to give don’t you?” Did…did he really expect an answer?
“Is this some kind of kink?”
“Huh?”
“Are you actin’ incompetent on purpose?”
“What! No! How does anyone get off on something so ridiculous?”
“Some people get off on balloons ‘M not here to judge.”
“Balloons really ?”
“Are you plannin’ to take your dick out anytime soon?”
“Oh right-...yes.” Another flash of the rolex over a belt buckle, and it crossed his mind maybe mugging this guy would be more satisfying than sucking him off since he was taking so damn long. His mugging days were long in the past, not that he needed extra cash anymore, but there was still a thrill to it when steam needed to be blown off. “I made sure everything was clean and tidy-and I’ve brought some-prophylactics if you like-and lotion if uh-there’s any lingering muskiness-” Ed burst out laughing and the man’s white hands froze over his boxers. “Shit-what-it’s not even out yet! You can’t be judging yet-are you!?” His voice a mixture of alarm and offense.
“No! No,” Ed had to put a hand on the stall to steady himself from laughter. “No one ever calls rubbers that anymore man! And I’ve never heard anyone offer to take care of the smell-Christ man! What a gentleman !” His voice rose an octave, choking on the word with hilarity. “Like we aren’t in some nasty little bathroom!”
“Well! The…lacking atmosphere is all the more reason to make the rest of this comfortable!” Came his huffing protest.
“Right, right, totally intentional-not anxious overkill.”
“After all you’re doing a grand service,” Grand Service. Maybe he liked this guy. Maybe he wouldn’t mug him after all.
“Well we’re both supposed to get somethin’ out of this. Or we will if you get it out mate.” A smile curved his words now, replacing the previous snark. Finally, the belt fell away, followed by a tug on the boxer’s hole and well hello there. If he were younger, impulsive, nimbler, and less cautious again, he’d offer they fuck-but well…One STI scare, and a handful of very sore post-fucks with age had taught him enough wisedom to control his brain’s more chaotically horny impulses-such as barebacking without a condom. Sucking him would be fun enough.
“You’re not saying anything-is something wrong?” As if.
“Relax man, just admirin’ the piece.”
“Yes I keep it rather well groomed,” Ed could hear the pride in his voice and he nearly burst into laughter again. But it’s poor etiquette to laugh with a cock in your face, so he instead reached forward rolling back the puckered foreskin. The head was a rosy pink-he kept his dalliances with white guys to the minimum (another learned lesson) so there was delightful novelty to it. Like a bubblegum lolly. He nearly laughed again, and stopped himself by showing off a little himself, and taking the entire girthy head in his mouth with ease.
“Oh-!” That sound said it all. This was probably some married, or engaged rich son of bitch with a girl who couldn’t stomach the thought of putting his dick anywhere near her mouth. Ed contemplated if this was his first blowie-or at least first in a long damn time. It took only a few bobs of his head and the thing was doubled in size, stretching his jaw in a way he had to open wide if he wanted a smooth motion over the man. “Oh-that-...heh-you have a mustache don’t you?” There was a flutter in the gentleman’s voice. Ed quite enjoyed it.
“Yep, full beard too.” He drew back, using the trail of saliva he’d left to smooth a glaze down his rosy shaft in a few tight pumps. “Havin’ a gay crisis?” It wouldn’t be the first closeted fool who had a panic attack when he realized he couldn’t pretend it was woman sucking him off.
“No! Uh-long past that. It’s just nice-tickles a little.”
“So I shouldn’t be offended by any laughter?”
“Oh-I wouldn’t be so rude!” He seemed breathless, aghast at the idea. “What you’re doing is just lovely.” Lovely . Not ‘hot’ or ‘faster’ or even ‘fucking nice’. Lovely. Ed’s free hand drifted to his own black jeans groping around for the zipper as his cock leapt up to join the party.
Lifting his chin, the curls of his beard ran across the slippery tip earning a stifled noise from the gentleman. “Oh-shit-”
“Just wait,” Opening wide, Ed made a cocky attempt to deep throat the man. Attempt. It had been awhile since he’d dealt with someone this size. And he pulled back with a sputtering cough, wiping his nose and eyes, earning a startled yelp from the gentleman. And in doing so tweaked his braced knee, earning a garbled string of curses mid-coughing attack. Well fuck. Maybe he should just go home and call up his miserable excuse of a fuck-buddy, there’s no real coming back from that.
“Oh shit! Are you okay? Did I choke you?”
“Nah-choked myself-wrong angle-your fuckin’ hung man.” Oh this was mortifying. Icarus brought down with his faulty wings and hubris. Trying to gather some dignity he searched for his crumpled plastic water on the floor bottle taking a swig.
“Er-sorry-?”
“Don’t be-fuckin’-sorry-men would kill for that-you lunatic. I gotta wipe my eyes-just a sec-” This was such a fucking boner killer, from the corner of his blurry eyes he saw the pink dick recede from the hole. What a wasted night.
“Here-don’t use that awful toilet tissue.” Ed looked back perplexed-was the guy holding out a fucking fancy napkin? “Silk is much better for the delicate skin around the eyes.” Baffled Ed reached out realizing it was a handkerchief. An expensive handkerchief. The kind he would not be caught dead with unless he wanted to tell the entire room he was queer. But the kind that reminded him of the silk pillow cases he always asked for in fancy hotels. What kind of lunatic gives out something like this to a stranger? He dabbed his eyes. “I feel I’ve made an awful mess of this.”
“What?”
“I just-I thought it’d be safer-more discreet this way but I-wasn’t sure if I should’ve given a warning or uh…I just don’t know the etiquette you see. I’m normally a…back of a club or quick hotel kind of guy.” He must be high profile too-just like Ed. “But that was getting dangerous so I thought well what’s more discreet than a little glory hole-mysterious-sexy, adventurous, dangerous even! But I…fucked it all up didn’t I-oh shit you don’t wanna hear this-”
“Uh as much as I’d like to spare my fuckin’ dignity man-you’re bein’ too nice so I gotta admit this one’s on me. I got carried away.”
“Pardon?”
“I was-...showin’ off. Overestimated myself. Been awhile since I came here too. Now that I’m-” Whoops-no need to explain how successful he was to this guy. Damn it. Now he was forgetting the purpose of the fucking glory hole too. “Uh-is this silk?” He quickly changed topics.
“Yes! I know it’s not the most absorbent for tears but the feel is just unmatched.” Ed let out a snicker.
“Yeah agreed…Anyway-not your fault. You’re the most polite guy I ever ran into here”
“Oh well-thanks. You’re a kind man.” Stupid fucking praise kink. That did all kinds of things to Ed’s stomach and awoke his cock once more. “Is your eye okay?”
“Yeah-fine. Your dick okay?” A snort.
“Absolutely fine now. No broken skin.”
“Good, would hate to ruin somethin’ so nice.”
“Oh stop.” A flattered laugh.
“Look I’ll never see you again after this, I’ve got no reason to lie.”
“Well-you’re the nicest man I’ve ever met in a public bathroom too.”
“You’ve literally never been called hung before?” Ed scoffed.
“Well-not that-I mean-once or twice-but-...you’ve been so patient with all my rambling-I’ve been told to put a sock in it before. And I like your laugh.” The amount of sincerity in his voice earned a startled laugh from Ed, something shockingly flattered. “Yeah that.” Was it hot in here or was his face just warm?
“...Well maybe if we’re lucky we’ll uh-...end up here at the same time again and I can properly-”
“You don’t want to anymore?” There was note of disappointment in the gentleman’s voice. “Not that-I mean of course your throat must hurt-”
“You’re still into this? I didn’t fuck up the vibe cryin’ on your dick?”
“I find this all very titillating. Exhilarating.” He sounded nearly guilty over it. “And I like your compliments they uh…” Ed glanced through the hole, he could make out the man still sported a semi. Well. Maybe this day wasn’t shit.
“Come here,” Dropping his voice an octave, Ed smoothed his way back into a seductive mode feeling especially endeared now to the silky, pink, gentleman. Nearly frantically obedient his cock was forced back through the hole where Ed took a ginger grip.
Lesson learned he began with a few slow tantalizing pumps of his hand. Treating it like a lolly, he ran his tongue down the underside breaking off before hitting the bathroom stall. The gentleman’s breath hitched, and it had Ed back to semi himself. The cock was long enough it seemed to sag with the weight of itself when fully hard, the pink transitioning to a near cherry red at the base in the hole. Ed held him up with an endearment, sucking the side of the head, with a little tug of foreskin between his lips-letting his mustache brush over a few drops precum from the slit.
“Oh fuck that’s-that’s-spectacular-” There was a shuffle on the other side of the wall, clothing most likely being undone.
“Are you undressing?” Ed kept his palm pumping while his mouth was occupied.
“That all right?” He sounded pressed now, breathlessly impatient. Hot.
“It’s hot-tell me about it.” His free hand closed around his own dick again.
“Oh uh-undoing my-damn tie-which my- I did too tight this morning-” Ed leaned in pressed his tongue against the man’s slit tasting the bitter precum. He could smell the oils he’d mentioned-it was intoxicating. “Oh-fuck me-”
“Keep going,” Ed muttered spitting into his own hand and beginning to stroke himself.
“Are you-...also-touching-”
“Yeah,” He made it obvious with a few slaps of skin from faster strokes.
“Shit that’s hot.”
“Hot now? Not lovely?” Ed teased wrapping his lips against the head with a firm suck.
“Fuck! Lovely hot if you like it! If you do that again!”
“Tell me what else you’re takin’ off.” He decided to make it difficult, running his tongue up the slit once more-and letting the little metal ball pierced into his tongue brush it.
“Holy shit! What was-Is that-your fucking tongue’s pierced?!” He sounded on the verge of collapse. Ed heard a hand grip the stall. “That’s-...that’s-incredible. Fucking amazing” The praise made Ed’s cock leak against his fingers.
“You still undressin’?”
“I’m trying to-unbutton-my damned shirt,” The man sounded completely unhinged now-almost furious at his own clothing.
“Your chest hairy?”
“Decently-I’m blonde-” Motherfucker. Ed squeezed his own dick with a groan into the gentleman’s cock making him gasp. Confidence restored, brain running on arousal he more cautiously attempted to take the cock deep in his mouth again. He stopped at the end of his tongue, not about to risk another deep-throating choking “Jesus Fucking Christ!” A thunk. Ed knew that sound of someone dropping their head against the stall. He hummed with satisfaction, taking in the taste of sweat, and the heat of a throbbing begging thing against his tongue.
He pressed forward until the head kissed the back of his throat and the gentleman made a sound near gagging himself, before sliding off with a string of saliva dripping from his mouth to the very pink, shiny, head. Catching his breath enough to speak he wiped the remaining saliva and precum down into the sensitive ridge of his cock-head.
“Blondes are fun-”
“Please don’t stop-” The gentleman sounded practically frantic. Ed smirked.
“Tell me what you like about it then.” Taking a big breath he dove down once more, getting another acidic taste of precum. Oh this guy was going to burst at any second.
“I like-I like your mouth-you’ve got a-...a fucking fabulous mouth-and-your mustache is great-just stupendous-” Ed stroked himself faster, sucking tighter by pulling his cheeks in taught. “Oh-my-fucking-Lord-you’re just-so damn-good at this-best-fellatio I’ve had-and your voice is-very sexy-you’re just magnificent- ” That did it. Ed pulled back suddenly with hiss.
“Fuckin’ hell man-” He came across his own fist groaning between his teeth so the whole shop didn’t hear him.
“Did you-are you-” Even through the stall, the voice seemed shaken to the core between pants.
“Yeah-fuck yeah-” Ed opened his eyes to answer, and was startled as the gentleman suddenly went off in his hand, come landing in his parted mouth, a larger splurt landing across his beard. It would be a bitch to get out but someone coming over the fact he was coming was pretty hot.
For the first time in twenty minutes the bathroom was quiet, except the sound of their panting. Post-nut clarity began to settle in, and Ed began wondering if he would leave first or if he should try and force his knee to corporate so he could get up and evade this man’s recognition. He carefully released the gentleman’s cock, and it snaked away through the hole from his vision. Good, if he left first it would give him some time to stretch out his knee and maybe try to find the wads of come in his beard. He closed his eyes, still panting, then immediately reopened them at the sound of something in the hole. It was a hand of all things. Ed’s eyes went wide wondering if he expected him to suck off his fingers after they both came-
“Thanks” Came a much more…sheepish, polite murmur from the gentleman. Holy shit he was trying to shake his hand. Like this was a business deal. Or some fucking mates doing a cheeky goodbye. “...Oh shit. People don’t usually shake hands do they?” He must’ve sussed from Ed’s lack of response.
“...You’re the first mate.” Perplexed Ed found himself shaking his hand-and then still shaking it for a shockingly long time. “...Real gentleman aren’t you?”
“I tried. Heard glory holes can be quite rude. Wanted to make it nice.”
“...Yeah. Was nice. You’re nice.” Oh shit here comes post-nut sentimentality.
“So are you. I’m very glad I met you-sort of. Feel like someone else would’ve laughed me away.”
“Admittedly first time I did this years. I keep a low profile these days. So-mutual. No need to be sappy.” Shit-fuck-stop talking.
“I uh-have to do the same nowadays…hence my first time doing this…way ever.”
“Thanks for the flattery. Hot stuff.” How does he get out of this-stop shaking his hand?
“I meant it-I’ve had my fair share of encounters you’re-...something.”
“You ain’t even seen my face man.”
“What’s a face to that tongue action and wit?” Fuck offff. He sounded like he really meant it too. His face was warm again.
“You’re insane.” Ed laughed. “Good way insane.”
“...I didn’t uh-hit your eye or anything with uh-..”
“Nah just in my beard.”
“Oh-that beard of yours…”
“You wanna see don’t you?” Ed couldn’t help feel a little smug again-excitable and playful-couldn’t resist one more cocky move. After all-plenty of dudes with long beards. And no tattoos there. Shouldn’t reveal anything.
“You’d let me?”
“Through the hole.”
“Well then!” Immediately he stopped shaking his hand and Ed could hear him shuffling. “Is this floor clean-oh fuck it you’ve been kneeling so can I-” Leaning in closer Ed showed off his proud mass of salt and pepper curls. “Oh thank God.”
“What you thought I was lyin’?”
“No-the gray in your beard-I mean-we’re probably around the same age-I was terrified you’d be some twenty something I’d feel horrid taking advantage of-”
“Ha! Ship’s long sailed for that!” Ed took a peek at the gentleman’s mouth-thin pink lips, lined with a few faint wrinkles. Good. He’d had the same concern himself. “See?” He flattened down his beard showing the wad of come, smirking at the gasp it earned.
“Oh. My. Yes I see.” Ah he could barely feel the discomfort in his knee the admiration in his voice was so sexy. He leaned in, letting the bristle of his beard press through the hole.
“You can touch it if you want.” And he did-so gently it startled him.
“You…have a nice smile too.” It wavered at the compliment-and Ed was relieved this man could not see his cheeks color above the hole.
“You always this flattering to-” He felt something suddenly, it took him a second to register it wasn’t a cock or hand-but lips. The gentleman had pressed his mouth to the very used hole-just to give him a quick peck. A startled, but dare he say lovely flutter ran down him.
“This meant a lot to me-thank you.” He sputtered, and suddenly sprung up. “Good night!” And before Ed could manage another question-or even think of a response to the shock of being kissed not only in a glory hole, not only after having that man’s cock in his mouth, and not only by the most bizarre, sweet, stranger he’d ever met-he heard the bathroom door close. And now he would never see him again.
Finally his knee demanded attention, and he sat up with a groan, relocating to sit on the closed toilet. He grabbed a wad of toilet paper to clean himself off when he noticed on his lap-the piece of silk. The man’s very fancy handkerchief. And it was only then, as he unfolded it, Ed realized it was embroidered. His eyes grew wide, as the glory hole lost all air of anonymity.
S.Bonnet.