Chapter 4
This is probably not how it works here. There are probably rules, etiquette, unspoken codes among the guys who frequent places like this.
You don’t just knock on someone’s booth mid-blowjob.
But maybe looking like a clueless nineteen-year-old will work in my favor.
I put on my biggest puppy dog eyes and hope for the best.
I hear shuffling inside, then the click of the lock. The door creaks open a few inches, and a slice of purple light spills out, outlining a large figure.
My pulse spikes as the door opens wider.
I was right. A dude. A big-ass dude. The kind of guy you’d cross the street to avoid if you saw him in a dark alley.
He towers over me, easily six-four, with a shaved head and a sleeve of colorful tattoos running up his arm.
His black T-shirt strains across a massive chest, and a heavy silver chain hangs around his thick neck.
I give a weak little wave. Like an idiot. He stares down at me, one eyebrow raised. Then I press a finger to my lips and point at the partition.
The guy glances down at my crotch, at the bulge straining against my jeans, and a knowing smile spreads across his face. It’s a rough face, handsome in a way I wouldn’t have noticed a few hours ago, with a couple days’ stubble and a scar slicing through one eyebrow. He steps aside.
I slip in, trembling, and he locks the door behind me.
The booth is identical to ours: a small bench, dispensers for lube, tissues, and condoms, graffiti scrawled across every surface.
But it all barely registers because the only thing I can focus on is Jace’s cock.
Right there, pushing through the glory hole, the guy’s spit glistening on the shaft.
A wave of panic washes over me. What the hell am I doing? This is beyond reckless. I’m in a locked booth with a stranger who could snap me like a twig, about to do something that could ruin my friendship with Jace forever. I should apologize and get the hell out of here. This is nuts.
But then the big guy gives my shoulder a squeeze. He presses a finger to his own lips, mirroring my gesture, then nods toward the wall. He gets it. He knows exactly who I am. The other half of the two-for-one special. And he’s down for whatever twisted scenario is playing out in my head.
A knock comes from the other side. Two impatient raps. “Yo, you still there?” Jace calls out.
The big guy winks at me. He drops to his knees in front of the hole, grabs hold of Jace’s cock, and guides it back into his mouth. All the way down to the root.
“Fuuuck,” Jace groans through the wall. “Thought you quit on me.”
I stare at the guy’s shaved head bobbing in front of me.
At the muscles flexing in his broad back as he works my friend.
His full lips are stretched around the shaft, his cheeks hollowed with suction.
He’s good. He’s really fucking good. How many dicks has he sucked back here?
How many nameless guys have shot their loads down that throat?
The guy pulls off just enough to look over at me. He jerks his chin. Your turn.
My mouth floods with spit. This is it. The point of no return. If I do this, there’s no going back. How do you look your best friend in the eye again after you’ve secretly given him a blowjob? There’s no undoing that.
But I’m already moving. My body is on autopilot, driven by a need so strong it scares the shit out of me. All I can see is Jace’s cock pushing through that hole, thick and hard and glistening. Every cell in my body is screaming at me to put my mouth on it. Just once. To know what it feels like.
I drop beside the big guy, kneecaps grinding into the hard concrete, close enough that our shoulders press together. His hand is still wrapped around the base of Jace’s cock. I reach out and cover it with mine, fingers overlapping his. It’s weirdly intimate, our hands tangled together.
The guy gives me another look, as if to say, You sure about this? I nod.
He lets go.
And it’s just me. My fist around another man’s cock for the first time in my life.
And not just any man. Jace. I can feel the blood pulsing through the veins.
The skin is still wet from the other guy’s mouth.
It feels nothing like touching my own. The heat, the weight, the thickness…
fuck. This is so much more intense than I imagined.
I hear myself swallow. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. But the guy is watching, waiting, so I do the only thing I know. What I’ve done to myself a thousand times. I stroke, root to tip. Velvety skin sliding over rigid steel, slick fluid seeping from the tip and wetting my palm.
I’m terrified Jace will notice the hand on his dick is smaller and softer. But if he does, he doesn’t show it. Judging by his moans, he’s past the point of analyzing details. Thank fuck for that.
It makes me bolder. I lean in. Inhale the musky scent of him.
Then, before I can overthink it, I stick out my tongue and taste the bead of fluid at the tip.
My whole body shivers. Goddamn. Salty, a little bitter.
A lot of flavor for something so clear. I lick again, dragging the flat of my tongue over the ridge.
Jace’s hips jerk, and a muffled curse filters through the wall.
That’s all I needed to hear.
I wrap my lips around the head and take him into my mouth.
Just the head at first. Sucking gently, swirling my tongue around the underside, mimicking what I felt the guy do to me.
The shape of him is foreign on my tongue, spongy, the skin smooth and taut against my lips.
Jace’s dick. In my mouth. I can hardly process it.
The big guy rests a hand on my back. My co-conspirator, whose name I don’t even know. I glance at him from the corner of my eye. He gives me an encouraging nod, a proud little smirk on his face, like a coach watching a rookie nail his first play. It’s absurdly comforting.
I take Jace deeper. And deeper. The ridge of the head slides along my tongue, pressing into the roof of my mouth, then nudging the back of my throat. My airway closes. I gag. Eyes watering, I pull back, gasping, strings of spit connecting my lips to the head of his cock.
I do everything in my power to keep quiet. If Jace hears me choking on him, he’ll know.
The big guy leans in, lips brushing my ear. “Breathe through your nose.”
Right. I try again. Slower. Less eager. When the head touches my throat, I pause. Breathe through my nose like he said. Then I relax and push forward. The muscle gives, and a few more inches slide in. Not all the way, but close.
The guy rubs my back in slow circles, urging me on. You’d think I’d flinch away, but I lean into it. This big, inked-up dude I just met is the only thing keeping me grounded. My anchor in this sea of what the fuck am I doing.
“Shit, yeah,” Jace groans. “Just like that.”
I know exactly what he looks like right now. Head thrown back, jaw clenched, hands flat against the wall. I saw it five minutes ago. Only this time, it’s me pulling those sounds out of him. My throat he’s fucking into. My spit dripping down his balls.
Fuck.
I bob my head faster, tongue working the underside, lips sealed tight. Wet, slurping sounds fill the booth. It’s messy. Sloppy. But he likes it. He’s thrusting now, shallow punches into my mouth, his balls slapping against the partition. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
The big guy’s hand slides from my back to my ass, cupping it through my jeans. He gives a firm squeeze. A jolt of electricity shoots up my spine. I tense for a second, then melt into it. What’s one more line to cross at this point?
He kneads my ass cheek, fingers digging into the muscle, massaging in slow circles. It feels fucking amazing. With my dick rock hard and my mouth stuffed with my friend’s cock, having this guy touch me like this is almost too much to handle.
His fingers find my belt. He works the buckle open, pops the button, drags the zipper down.
Slowly. Giving me every chance to stop him.
I don’t. He tugs my jeans and briefs past my hips, enough to bare my ass.
Then his warm, calloused hands are back on me.
No denim between us this time. Just skin on skin.
One of his hands slides down my crack. A fingertip brushes my hole. I gasp around Jace’s dick. No one has ever touched me there. It’s so sensitive, so private, that even the lightest graze sends a shockwave through me. He circles the tight ring of muscle, feather-light, teasing.
I pull off Jace for a second and look back over my shoulder. The big guy presses a finger to his lips.
Shh.
Then he spreads me open and buries his face between my cheeks.