Page 46 of Worthy

Aw. Poor thing. You should never be stressed when there’s a glory hole nearby.

“Hey,” I whisper through the hole.

The guy stops. He freezes.

I chuckle to myself, imagining him looking around like he’s wondering where the voice is coming from. I guess he wasn’t aware of the glory hole either. Truthfully, I never knew there were glory holes in this bathroom.Maybe it’s a new addition for Pride.

“Down here,” I hum, poking a finger through the hole to get his attention.

“What the…” His voice starts, then trails off. It’s a deep brogue.Sexy…

So sexy I’m buzzing.

“Need help?” I sink onto the floor, ignoring the fact that I don’t really want my expensive clothes touching whatever is down here. I barely even care. I’m thrumming with need already, from the voice and overall secrecy of the stranger in the next stall. Bracing my hands flat on either side of the hole, I inch up closer and whisper, “Show me what you got.”

“I… I don’t…” The deep voice rumbles. And the hesitance in his tone is killing me even more.

I love it. I hate that I do, but it’s something that just turns me the fuck on. It always has…

Straight guys.Curiosity.

It’s a thread I just can’t help pulling, no matter how badly I know it’ll eventually unravel.

“I’m really good,” I hum. “Don’t you wanna find out?”

I can feel this random person debating, warring inside against the tiny flicker of intrigue, which has me wondering what this hesitant person is doing in a gay club at Pride.

None of the other guys out there would be nervous about this. The second they saw that hole and realized there were waiting lips on the other side, their dicks would be shoved through the wall and into my mouth so fast, it’d be like getting stabbed in the throat.

But not my mystery man. He’s weighing his options, wondering if this is something he wants.God, I fuckinglovethat.

Maybe he’s not straight… Maybe he’s just in a relationship, and he’s trying to fight the temptation, which isn’t exactly a dealbreaker for me, either. I know, it’s fucked up. I shouldn’t fuck around with someone else’s man… But my problem is that I’ve never had enough fucks to give.

We’re all adults here. If someone wants to step out on their partner to get some strange, who am I to be the morality police?

I probably have less morals than I have fucks.

Watching the legs of the strange man, standing before the hole, I decide to give him a little push. Leaning down, I urge my mouth up to the hole and stick my tongue out. Just real quick, so he can see that I’m serious.

“Who are you?” I hear the guy whisper, and something about his voice settles into my mind, like it’s getting cozy in a warm, safe place.

His voice feels like it’ssupposedto be in my head, and the sensation has me momentarily trembling.

It’s just exciting. That’s it.

He’s a stranger, with a new, special dick.

And I wanna taste it.

“You must be new here,” I mumble. “The point of the glory hole is anonymity, stranger.”

He huffs a sound. But then his legs inch closer, until all I can see through the hole are khaki shorts. And the outline of an erection pushing against their front material.

I feel him brace himself on the wall. Then I see fingers working on his button and his zipper. Reaching down, I adjust my aching cock in my pants, biting my lip. I’m fidgeting in anticipation as the zipper slides. A large hand slips inside his pants, and pulls out a purelyfantasticdick.

I can’t help but gulp. It’s huge—and not even fully hard yet!Decorated with veins, leading up to a plump, pink head, shining at the tip.

That is one of the best dicks I’ve ever seen. Pants down.

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