Part Four Orders Enclosed #2
It had to be Joe standing on the other side of the glory hole. Joe wouldn’t want him blowing anyone else. Not when Joe had made it so clear that Scott wasn’t allowed to have sex with anyone else and—
But maybe it didn’t count as breaking the rules if Joe ordered him to go down on another man.
Scott’s mind raced with so many different possibilities. They overlapped and interrupted each other inside his head, until they were nothing more than an unintelligible din.
Kneel.
Suck.
Those two words were the only ones that still came through clearly.
Scott gingerly adjusted his position on the dirty floor.
There was nothing but stained tiles beneath his knees.
His joints were already starting to protest their discomfort, but in some way that Scott still didn’t understand, it felt like a good sort of pain—a kind that reminded him he was obeying Joe.
Scott swayed forward, instinctively moving closer to the cock protruding from the hole as he thought about Joe.
Kneel…
Scott leaned in further still and brushed his lips against the tip of the erection poking through the hole. The guy on the other side of the wall—Joe, it had to be Joe, didn’t it?—pressed his cock more firmly against Scott’s mouth.
After having to wait for so long for him to get started, Scott couldn’t blame Joe—please, God, let it be Joe—for wanting more than a brief brush of skin against skin.
Scott pulled away, but only a fraction of an inch. He licked his lips, hesitating just one last time before he dipped his head and kissed the tip of the other man’s cock properly.
The salty flavour of pre-cum quickly convinced Scott to open his mouth and wrap his lips around the head of the shaft. It tasted just like Joe had the last time Scott had gone down on him.
Murmuring his relief, Scott finally allowed himself to believe that there could be no doubt who was on the other side of the wall. He lapped at the tip of Joe’s cock, relishing the taste of him.
Scott slid one hand between the wall and his face, and wrapped his fingers around Joe’s shaft. His fingers brushed against a man’s hand.
Before Scott could even try to peer through the hole and look for identifying features, the hand vanished. More of Joe’s shaft slid through the hole as he altered his stance and allowed Scott the privilege of holding him steady without any assistance.
Gently drawing Joe’s foreskin back, Scott ran his tongue over the sensitive glans it had covered, drawing a moan from Joe. The encouraging sound finally gave Scott the confidence to dip his head closer to the wall and take more of the shaft into his mouth.
Suck.
That order was so easy to obey now.
Instinct kicked in. Scott began to suckle enthusiastically around the thick shaft, glorying in the way Joe filled his senses. The taste of Joe, the scent of his pleasure; even if Scott couldn’t look up and see Joe’s face, his mind was full of him.
As Scott caressed the vein on the underside of Joe’s cock with his tongue, it seemed to stiffen and swell even further within Scott’s mouth.
Scott’s mind spun. Dizziness threatened to overwhelm him.
His vision blurred at the edges. Suddenly, Scott realised he’d been far too focused on sucking and hadn’t been paying nearly enough attention to breathing.
Desperate for air, he had to pull away. As Joe’s cock slipped from between his lips, Scott sucked in deep pulls of air.
Silently cursing himself, he worked Joe’s shaft with his hand, jacking him firmly, as he fought to catch his breath as quickly as possible.
As soon as he could, Scott leaned forward and took the thick shaft back into his mouth.
It felt so good inside him, so right and natural.
It was where Joe’s cock belonged, and it was so easy for Scott to believe that this was what his mouth had always been meant for; he just hadn’t realised it until he found the right cock to fill it.
Scott slid his lips down Joe’s erection until they kissed his hand, where his fingers were wrapped around the shaft. Moving his hand out of the way, Scott bowed his head even closer to the wall.
The girth of Joe’s cock stretched Scott’s lips. The head nudged the back of his throat. Scott moaned, pulled back until only the tip remained in his mouth, then slid back down again. He took as much as he could and thrived on every inch of it.
Carefully keeping his teeth covered, Scott bobbed his head more quickly, glorying in the increased friction against his lips. On the other side of the wall, Joe matched Scott’s rhythm perfectly.
Scott looked up, eager to meet Joe’s eyes. The only thing that stared back at him was graffiti praising another man’s oral skills. Scott groaned his frustration around Joe’s shaft.
A gasp from the other stall let him know that Joe really appreciated the vibrations. Bracing himself with his hands on the wall either side of the hole, Scott sucked harder around the length of Joe’s erection, trying to draw another snippet of praise from him.
Joe’s rhythm increased and Scott instinctively fell still so Joe could use his mouth in whatever way he pleased. That was the way it should be.
Even with the wall between them, Joe seemed to realise that Scott was trying to give up control to him.
Dominant to the core, he didn’t hesitate to take up the slack.
A growl of approval echoed around the cubicles.
Quickly establishing his rhythm, Joe thrust into Scott’s mouth, deep and unrelenting.
In theory, at least, Scott knew he could pull away if he needed to.
There was nothing stopping him—no hand on the back of his head, no bondage to prevent his escape.
But he wouldn’t, and even more than that, he knew he wouldn’t need to.
Even as Joe’s thrusts sped up and grew more fierce, there was a sense of underlying control in his movements.
Joe knew exactly what he was doing. It stopped mattering what sort of pub they were in then. Scott had never felt safer, or more wanted.
His eyes dropped closed. His hands flattened out on the wall on either side of the hole. Scott whimpered his pleasure. He’d never been more turned on.
Scott tried to keep his mouth completely still, but it was impossible for him not to at least try to work his tongue against Joe’s cock. Resisting the temptation to suckle around the head at every opportunity also proved to be far beyond Scott’s capabilities.
Without any warning that Scott was aware of, Joe’s rhythm disintegrated. He thrust into Scott’s mouth several times, hard and fast, his movements jerky and lacking all his usual coordination. With a triumphant yell that everyone in the pub must have heard, Joe came in Scott’s mouth.
Scott swallowed rapidly as semen spilled across his tongue. He was caught off guard, but he was still determined not to miss a drop. He scrabbled at the wall, pressing his face against the hole until Joe finally stilled.
Success rushed through Scott like a tidal wave. He’d made Joe come. Joe got off on what they were doing. As far as Scott was concerned, in that particular moment, he rocked!
In no rush to bring his moment of glory to an end, he remained where he was, letting Joe’s shaft slowly soften in his mouth.
All too soon, Joe pulled away. Scott whimpered, but his wordless plea was ignored. Just a moment later, Scott heard Joe do up his fly. Even though he knew it was useless, Scott remained in position—his mouth open and offered up to the hole, his forehead resting on the wall just above it.
The door to the other cubicle squeaked. Footsteps echoed through the ladies’ bathroom, getting quieter as they walked away. Scott heard the door leading back into the bar room swing open, then close again. Losing all interest in the hole now that Joe had left, Scott sat back on his heels.
Lifting one hand to his face, he traced his lips very gently with a fingertip. They were so swollen, so sensitive. Scott had no doubt they’d be reddened too. When he walked out of the ladies’ room, everyone in the bar room would know what he had been doing in there.
Scott pressed his fingers more firmly against his sensitive lips, trying to hold back a sudden, light-headed, desire to giggle.
He didn’t take his hand away from his mouth until the urge had passed.
Scott shook his head at himself. Everyone in the pub must have a bloody good idea of what guys went into the back room for.
And he was pretty sure they’d guess that he was the kind of guy who much preferred to be on his knees.
Scott flicked out his tongue. The taste of Joe’s cum still lingered on his lips. It sent another spark of pleasure rushing down his spine, straight to his cock.
He pressed the heel of his hand to his tenting fly once more.
Going to the pub on Joe’s order, submitting to him, pleasing him—enjoying all of those things made perfect sense to Scott. Getting off on going down on his knees behind a glory hole when he had no guarantee that the man on the other side was Joe, was…
Scott frowned. Without fellatio to distract him, all his nerves came back. What had seemed certain while he had a cock in his mouth seemed tenuous now. The probability that he’d have to come to terms with having gone down on someone other than Joe doubled by the second.
Scott had no idea how long he knelt there before he finally dragged himself to his feet. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the stall door open and hoped like hell that he wouldn’t meet anyone who was walking in while he was on his way out.
Luck was with him. Scott made it safely back into the bar room. Head down, he strode briskly toward the exit, praying that he wouldn’t draw anyone’s attention.
Pushing his hands deep into his jeans pockets, he tried to disguise his hard-on as best he could, but there was no way he could hide the stains on his knees. Scott heard someone say something about watching out for the quiet ones. A couple of guys laughed. Scott blushed and kept going.