It was the middle of a hot afternoon when I went back.
The park was busy. Kids playing in the distance, people jogging on the trails, the sound of traffic not too far off. I still went. I couldn’t stop myself. My throat was sore from yesterday, but the second I woke up I knew I was going back to that filthy bathroom. I needed it again.
I locked myself in the same stall and got on my knees on the cold, stained tiles. The place smelled like piss, old cum, and cheap disinfectant. Sunlight was leaking through the small, dirty window near the ceiling, lighting up the dust and the crude drawings all over the walls. My heart was hammering in my chest as I waited.
About twenty minutes later and after sucking 2 guys , I heard the door on the other side creak open.
Footsteps. Heavy. Familiar.
Then Sean’s voice, low and casual.
“You here, faggot?”
I didn’t say anything. I never did. Too afraid he recognized my voice.
He let out a short laugh.
“Yeah, you’re here. I can fuckin’ smell how horny you are from over here.” He paused, and I heard him spit into his palm. “Listen… I don’t want your mouth today.”
My stomach flipped.
“I wanna fuck some ass,” he said, blunt as hell. “You got a hole back there or are you just a throat slut?”
I stayed frozen for a second, my brain screaming at me to get up and leave. But my body was already moving. I stood up, turned around, and backed up to the glory hole. I pushed my shorts and underwear down to my knees and spread my cheeks, pressing my ass against the wooden partition. The hole was small, but I lined myself up anyway, pushing back until I felt cool air on my hole.
Sean let out a low whistle.
“Fuck yeah… there it is.”
I heard him spit again, louder this time. Then I felt it — the thick, blunt head of his cock pressing against my hole through the glory hole. He didn’t ease in. He just pushed.
The burn was immediate and brutal.
“Shit…” Sean groaned as he forced the head inside. “This hole is tight as fuck.”
He didn’t give me time to adjust. He grabbed the top of the wooden wall with both hands and started pushing deeper, inch by inch, grunting with the effort. I had to bite down hard on my own forearm to keep quiet as his thick cock stretched me open. It felt even bigger than it had in my throat. My hole burned and fluttered around him, trying to take the invasion.
“Goddamn,” he muttered once he was most of the way in. “You been walking around with this tight little cunt all day? Fuckin’ slut.”
He started fucking me.
Not slow. Not careful. Rough, deep strokes right from the start. The old wooden wall creaked and groaned every time he slammed into it. I could feel his heavy balls slapping against the partition and the rough scratch of his pubes against my ass every time he bottomed out. The stretch was constant and intense, my hole forced to take every thick inch of my brother’s cock over and over.
“Take that dick,” Sean growled, voice low and mean. “Fuckin’ take it. This is what you’re good for, huh? Just a hole for guys to use.”
He picked up the pace, fucking me harder. The sound of skin slapping wood echoed in the small bathroom. Every thrust made me see stars. I was drooling onto my arm, trying not to moan too loud while my own brother railed my ass through a glory hole in the middle of the afternoon.
Sean was breathing heavier now, really getting into it.
“Shit… this ass feels better than pussy,” he said, almost like he was surprised. “You’re squeezing me so fucking tight. You like getting bred like this, don’t you? You like taking raw dick from strangers in a dirty bathroom?”
He reached through the hole with one hand and grabbed my hip, pulling me back harder onto his cock. The angle changed and suddenly he was hitting even deeper. I had to slap a hand over my mouth to stay quiet.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he grunted. “Push that ass back. Let me use this hole proper.”
He fucked me like that for what felt like forever — long, rough, relentless strokes. Sometimes he’d slow down and grind deep, making me feel every vein and ridge of his cock. Other times he’d speed up and jackhammer me, the wooden wall shaking like it was about to break. Sweat was dripping down my back and legs. I could feel my own cock leaking steadily onto the dirty floor between my feet.
My brother was getting close. I could tell by the way his breathing changed and how his thrusts got shorter and meaner.
“Fuck… I’m gonna nut in this ass,” he warned, voice tight. “You want it? You want me to breed this fuckin’ hole?”
I pushed back as hard as I could, giving him everything.
Sean let out a long, low groan and slammed in deep one last time. I felt his cock swell and then start pulsing hard inside me. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my guts as he kept grinding against the wall, making sure every drop stayed buried in me.
“Take it… fuck, take that load,” he growled through clenched teeth. “All of it, you dirty cumdump. Don’t you waste a single fuckin’ drop.”
He stayed buried in me for a long minute, breathing hard, his cock still twitching as he emptied his balls. I could feel his cum leaking out around his shaft and running down my thighs in warm, sticky trails.
Finally, he pulled out with a wet, filthy sound. I stayed bent over, hole gaping and twitching, his load dripping out of me onto the floor.
Sean was quiet for a few seconds. Then he spoke again, voice calmer but still dark.
“Sheeesh… that was good,” he muttered. “Better than I thought it’d be.”
There was another pause. I could hear him tucking his cock back into his shorts.
Then he said something that made my blood run cold.
“Hey… I been thinking about something.”
He leaned against the wall on his side.
“I wanna see who the fuck is on the other side of this hole. I’m tired of not knowing who’s swallowing my nut and bending over for me like this.”
My heart started pounding so hard I was scared he could hear it.
“I got a crew working with me on this big job,” Sean continued. “Five, maybe six guys. All of them straight, all of them horny as fuck after working long days in the heat. I been telling them about this nasty little glory hole slut that lets guys use him however they want. They think I’m bullshitting.”
He laughed once, low and mean.
“But if I could bring you somewhere… or have a little get-together after work at the warehouse… I bet every single one of them would wanna take a turn on that mouth and that hole. You down for that, slut? You wanna get passed around by a bunch of construction dudes who don’t give a fuck about being gentle? They’d wreck you.”
He slapped the wooden wall twice, hard.
“Think about it. I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon. If you’re still here… I’m gonna find a way to see your face. And then we’re gonna have ourselves a real party.”
I heard walk out without another word, the door slamming shut behind him.
I stayed bent over against the glory hole, legs shaking, ass still gaping, Sean’s cum steadily leaking out of me and running down my thighs in thick, warm trails. My own cock was still hard and dripping between my legs.
My brother had just bred me raw in a public bathroom in the middle of the afternoon…
And now he wanted to bring his entire crew to use me.
And the worst part?
I was already getting hard again just thinking about it.
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