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.
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. I just couldn’t handle it. Then one morning I read the local paper and spat out my coffee. Police had raided the toilets at a nearby shopping mall 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, as the local weather warmed up, my wife encouraged me to go jogging again. To be fair, she did it because she knew how much happier it made me afterward, but also because winter clothes had been hiding the extra few kilos we’d both picked up.
Our local park is great. There’s a section for new parents, with screaming kids excited to be playing on their favorite playground equipment. Nearby, barbecues allowed men to practice being Master Chef while the women whispered secrets to their friends behind a hidden palm.
And then there are the toilets, conveniently located off the parking lot and not far from the grills.
I’m one of those men whose wife needs to make sure he’s peed 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 realized I had to pee.
When I raced inside, two men looked sketchy as hell. One turned around and looked like he was fumbling with his junk, while the other hunched over the urinal, having spun around in a heartbeat. The urinal was fairly new, metallic, and highly reflective. Which meant I got a great view of the guy’s dick in the reflection.
Except he wasn’t peeing. His dick was rock hard and completely still.
There were two stalls facing the urinals. One was occupied, so I went into the other.
Maybe my previous public toilet experience had opened my eyes to secrets I’d never known, because as soon as I stepped inside, I noticed the glory hole between the two cubicles.
I may not have had any action since that shopping mall encounter, but I’d definitely been researching. I knew glory holes were a thing.
I peed, but I wasn’t in a hurry to leave. My heart was racing.
Holy fuck. Another glory hole.
I dropped my shorts and underwear. After a quick wipe, I sat on the toilet and peeked through the hole.
Whoever he was, he was definitely jerking off.
But I heard sucking sounds. Like when a dick pops out of a mouth and makes that wet little smack. The door in front of me had gaps on either side, so I leaned in and could just make out the two guys at the urinal.
The guy who’d been facing the urinal when I walked in apparently didn’t know he could be seen from the stalls. And the guy whose dick he was sucking definitely didn’t seem to notice either.
Holy fuck.
My dick got rock hard.
The way he worked on that guy’s dick was insane. One hand stroked him, the other gently played with his balls, and his mouth teased the tip before slowly swallowing the whole shaft.
I was hypnotized. I moved closer to the crack to get a better view. He was good looking, around my age, with a scruffy beard. Hot as hell. The guy getting sucked was burly, like maybe a trucker, and gruff. Also bearded. He looked so primal and alpha that I wouldn’t have been surprised if he carried a club.
Two seriously masculine guys, sucking dick in a public toilet.
I was insanely turned on.
Honestly, I’m not sure what I’d ever imagined. The porn I’d been watching lately was always gym-built twinks, hairless with overdone moans and brows shaped by NASA. These two blew that image out of the water.
I wanted to rush out there and join them, but I just couldn’t. So I stroked my dick and settled into some solid voyeuristic wanking.
Except I didn’t have to.
A tap on my thigh reminded me I had a neighbor.
It’s not like I’d forgotten, but the scene in front of me had been so raw and real. Just two normal dudes. I was too caught up.
I angled my dick toward the hole, so he could get a good look, while I kept watching the action at the urinal.
The guy in the next stall reached through and grabbed my cock. At the same time, the burly guy squatted down and surprised his friend. When he kneeled, the other guy stood up. I wanted to whistle out loud.
He had a huge dick. I’m no expert, but I’d guess at least ten inches.
When the burly guy opened his mouth and took in the head of his friend’s dick, the guy in the next stall pulled mine toward his mouth.
I was going to resist, but the heat from his mouth stopped me. And when his tongue flicked the tip of my cock, just as I watched burly guy do the same out there, I gave in.
Burly guy wrapped his hands around the guy’s waist and pulled him in, taking that entire dick. At the same time, my guy sucked me in deep, closing his lips tight and creating a perfect vacuum.
The effect was electric.
That was the best head I’d ever gotten, and it had only been five seconds.
The guy at the urinal tilted his head back, eyes rolling, while his cock slid deeper into the other man’s throat.
My guy’s mouth was a miracle. I knew I wouldn’t last long, even when I tried to look away.
Apparently burly guy was just as talented. The standing guy grabbed his head, bucked into his mouth, and let out this primal, guttural sound that echoed off the tiles.
It was like a roar. Loud. Alpha. Shaking the whole damn toilet.
That sound must have triggered my guy, because he gripped my dick harder and refused to let go until I came.
Watching that scene unfold, while having the best blowjob of my life, was too much.
How much trust are you putting into a stranger’s mouth? Especially one that sounds like he could herd cattle just by grunting?
He clearly nutted. You could hear it. You could see it in his muscles.
Burly guy grunted too, some deep growl from his throat, as who knows how much cum filled his mouth.
And then it was my turn.
I closed my eyes. It was so intense it almost hurt. The guy sucking me was relentless. I never heard a sound, but I could feel everything. The swirl of his tongue, the squeeze of his throat.
And then I exploded.
I groaned out loud. It was massive.
Like a pro, he swallowed it all.
And just like that, it was over. The desire, the itch, all gone. At least for now.
I pulled away, gave myself a little shake, zipped up, and flushed.
When I walked out, the two guys were just finishing up. The one who had done the sucking looked over at me and smiled.
It was a strange smile. Knowing. Like we’d just shared something.
Maybe he’d seen me. I didn’t stick around to find out.
I walked out and kept jogging. As I rounded the bend, something made me glance back.
He was there, drying his hands and still smiling as he watched me go.
A very handsome man, probably about to head home to his wife and hide a secret as big as the one I was desperate to bury.
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