Chapter 5
Kaspar
I’d spotted the pair heading toward the glory hole. They dragged me with them as if they emitted a magnetic pull and I was only a discarded piece of metal—useless and unwanted, but maybe only waiting for someone to forge me into something worth keeping.
Your dick is hard enough to pass as ore.
I’d loved listening to them play the last time.
The tall green guy with the long blond hair and his spouse had occupied my brain since then. He was a pretty man, and I felt even sadder that the green hunk had stopped his spouse from sucking me off the last time.
I’d replayed their encounter a lot over the past few months. The grunts and groans, the thumping of fists against the wooden wall between them, and their softer mewls and gagging.
Schei?e.
My jeans rubbed against my painfully swollen knot with every step. It was torture. Maybe I could at least stroke myself off while they were still at it.
I drooled a little and wiped it away. My other drool drenched the front of my briefs; the wet fabric intensified the feeling even more.
I wrenched the door open and entered the room.
The moaning was audible over the pulse of the music emanating from the club.
It stopped abruptly and…
“Shite!” one of them cursed. Oh, fuck me! I heard the other swallow and hum.
Rooted to the spot, I stood there. A powder keg only a tiny spark away from blowing.
One door opened, then the other. The big guy looked cum drunk at his spouse. The other gave me a strange look.
Goddess. The Troll sported a massive bulge. I hastily averted my eyes, looking at his adorable partner with the plush lips, and tried to fix my own stubborn cock.