A gay story: Glory Hole
Bennett suspected that Luke was planning something sneaky. Tonight, as Luke applied Bennett’s makeup, his touch was sensual, normally a trigger for a quickie.
But there was no quickie tonight. Bennett tried not to dwell on it as Luke pressed against his back, grinding slowly to the pulsing music. He pushed back, reveling in Luke’s hands on his waist.
“You’re getting me hard,” Luke whispered in Bennett’s ear, gently pulling back his hair.
Bennett’s desire was difficult to contain, but he resisted the urge to act out. He turned to face Luke, his eyes filled with longing. The temptation to be a brat was strong.
“Luke,” Bennett began, then swallowed hard.
He shifted his hand to cup Luke’s erection through his tight leather pants, hoping to get permission to relieve him.
Luke raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his painted lips. He removed Bennett’s hand, wrapping his own around his own hardness.
“Such a needy little slut,” Luke teased, causing Bennett’s cock to twitch in response to his suspicions being confirmed.
Luke then led Bennett through the crowded mass of bodies, ignoring his obvious question of their destination. He finally pulled him into the second-furthest stall in the bathroom. Before Bennett could ask what he was up to, Luke was already kissing him deeply. Bennett surrendered to the kiss, allowing Luke’s tongue to explore his mouth.
As they kissed, Luke knocked his knuckles against the stall wall. Bennett hardly noticed, too focused on Luke’s hands undoing his zipper and freeing his baggy pants. He then pulled aside Bennett’s thong, revealing his bare backside.
“I hope you were wearing your plug today like a good boy,” Luke purrs, his digits prodding at Bennett’s hole.
Bennett bites back a whine, he didn’t, and Luke slowly shook his head while clicking his tongue.
“You will regret not following orders!”
“What are you doing?” he quietly asked as Luke went down to his knees.
“Helping you out,” he smirked as a girthy cock adorned with several piercings along the underside pushed through a hole in the stall.
Eyes widened as he watched his boyfriend take the cock into his mouth, coating it generously with his spit.
Bennett’s so hard, his cock twitched with the need to be stroked or sucked the way Luke’s putting his plush lips to use on the cock belonging to someone else.
“How is that helping me?” he almost whines, earning him a muffled chuckle.
Luke stands back up, obviously satisfied with the job he’s done, and there’s a quiet grunt of disappointment on the other side.
“C’mere, baby,” he purrs, pulling Bennett’s back against his chest. “You trust me, right?”
“Y-yes, of course,” Bennett says shakily.
He often forgets just how strong Luke is, until the taller of the two manhandles him off of his feet. Bennett’s legs are spread wide, his boyfriend’s hands hooked behind his knees, as Luke angles his ass towards the cock that’s now leaking steadily.
“What!” I’m! Oh my god,” Bennett babbles, realization hits him like a truck.
“Relax, baby,” Luke coaxes him as the pierced tip of the cock pushes at Bennett’s asshole, the ring of muscle slowly giving way.
“Hnnnnh fuck, baby, it’s so big, and I,” Bennett cries.
“Ssshh, I’ve got you,” Luke assures.
Bennett slid down inch by inch, the cock filling him beyond even what Luke´s does. His eyes roll back into his head, a panting, babbling mess.
“Plant your feet on the wall, I’m gonna fuck you onto it,” Luke’s deep voice breaks through his haze and he does what he’s told almost robotically.
Bennett felt full, fuller than he’s ever felt before, and somewhere over the throb of the bass-heavy music and the rush of his blood, he hears a low, satisfied moan from the other side of the wall.
Luke gives them both a moment before he pulls Bennett up, then allows gravity to lower him, repeating the motion deliberately slowly. It’s one hell of a workout, but he isn’t complaining, especially at the sound of his boyfriend trying to stay quiet.
“You can take more, can you baby?”
Bennett hesitates, then nods. He turns his face towards Luke, breathing in the long haired man’s cologne and faint, underlying scent of sweat.
“That’s my good little whore,” Luke groans, fucking him a little faster on the cock.
“Nh, fuck,” Bennett whines. “Is he gonna cum inside me?”
“You want him to?” Luke asks, already knowing the answer.
He nods wordlessly, bracing his feet on the stall a little more to bounce himself on the stranger’s cock.
“Wanna see how much he can fill me up,” Bennett whispered.
“Fuck,” Luke grits out, his own cock straining painfully against his pants.
“Doing such a good job, gonna make him cum so much.”
Driven by the filthy praise uttered into his ear, Bennett bounces himself faster. He tried to imagine the owner of this massive cock, the one he’s gonna make him cum with his tight little ass, and he bites back a mewl.
It’s too much; he’s gonna cum himself.
“Shit, Luke, I’m, I can’t, I’m gonna… it’s too much,” Bennett whined.
“You’re not stopping until that cock fills your ass with cum, you hear me?” Luke’s voice is hoarse and gravelly, and he can tell he’s almost at wit’s end, himself.
“Yes!” He replies, fixating on a scribble of graffiti to distract his mind from his orgasm.
“Faster,” Luke directs. “Ride that cock faster!”
The obedient fucktoy does as he’s told, and Luke has to swallow his own needy moan. Another low groan from the other side of the wall was the only warning they had before Bennett’s filled with thick ropes of cum.
“Ooohh fuck, he’s coming, he’s,” Bennett trailed off into a wordless whine, his own cock throbbed as he cums, too.
The taller man admires the thick strings of sticky cum that joined the tip of the cock at his boyfriend’s hole for a long moment before setting Bennett down on shaking legs.
On the other side of the wall, Randy’s panting, unable to see straight as he leans on his forearm for support. He’ll definitely be back next weekend, in the hopes of having the tightest ass he’s ever had once more.