Page 2 of Pit Stop

I turn my gaze toward the two stall doors Rob told me about. The one with the giant cock and balls drawn on it is the one for those giving. The other one is for those receiving. I stare up at the filthy, grimy doors and scrunch up my nose. I’m pretty sure the one with the dick art has actual cum dripping down it, but I don’t want to think too hard about that.

Nope. Not going to think. That’s not why I’m here.

Rob has had only good things to say about The Pit Stop, and I plan on getting the full down-and-dirty experience. I pull open the door I’m meant to go into and cringe when I see piss lining the toilet seat. Well, thank fuck that the glory hole is far away from that. Or at least a few feet.

Speaking of…I stare at the large, semi-round hole, big enough for a large cock. Tape lines the rough edges, some of it curling and peeling away. I lean down to peer into it and then snap straight up.

I don’t want to look. I don’t want to seeanything.

I just want to get railed and walk away with a sore hole, knowing I did something about my sad, pathetic, sexless life. And to scratch the itch that’s been building inside of me.

I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but it’s insatiable.

I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose and peer over at the piss-covered toilet. Yeah. That’s not going to work for me.It’s not sexy at all. With a few flicks of my wrist, I’m unrolling a hefty amount of toilet paper and throwing it over the lid, covering up the mess. It’s now just a saturated glob of white paper, but at least now I can concentrate.

I reach into my pocket and snap open some hand sanitizer, squirting it on my hands, and then glance at the hole. I squirt some on there too. Can’t be too careful. With our enhanced healing abilities, we don’t get sick often or for very long, but still. People are nasty. I can’t imagine what that hole has seen.

I end up sanitizing every place in the stall that I may need to touch, and by the time I’m done, the small bottle I brought with me is empty. I sigh in relief, the smell of alcohol permeating the small space, and toss the container into the overflowing garbage can in the corner. It pings off the side and rolls onto the dirty floor just as the door to the bathroom squeaks open.

Oh fuckity-fuck balls.

My heart thunders in my chest.

I stare at the lock on my door and flick it, making sure that no one can enter. I don’t want anyone to see me in this state. But of course, the intruder doesn’t even attempt it. The footsteps hesitate, the smell of cigarette smoke filling the air before the door beside mine opens and clicks shut.

Oh my gods. This is happening. It’s happening!

I’m suddenly propelled into action. I was so busy cleaning the damn space I forgot why I was here.

Gods, this is why I’m still a virgin, I swear.

I wrench my pants and underwear down, feeling the sudden onslaught of nerves. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t fucking believe it. But I’m here. I’m not running away scared. I’m prepped and ready, suited for butt action. I’ve thought about this enough, and my hole is wet from just imagining what’s about to happen.

The sound of a zipper being slid down resonates throughout the space, and I hear the rustling of fabric. And then a big, pierced dick slides through the hole. I stare at it and grow even wetter. Oh my gods, not only am I finally going to fuck a dick, but a pierced one. A barbell sits right through the tip. Oh gods, that will feel so nice. I swallow roughly, my throat clicking, and then push my glasses up once more.

They’re starting to fog up the more nervous I get.

“Don’t have all day,” the gruff voice says, and I huff in annoyance.Yeah, well, neither do I, I think as I turn around. I bend over, bracing one hand on the now-clean, sanitized wall before me. I slide my ass backward until I feel the bump of the head of his cock notch above my hole. I’m not even the right height.

Hell’s bells, this should be easier, right?

I shuffle a bit and then stand on my tiptoes to get a better angle. I reach back with one hand, grabbing onto his length and placing it at my entrance.

Oh, okay, that’s better. I just need to grow some sturdy calf muscles while I’m doing this, I think as I strain upward.

“Mmm,” the low voice hums, and the sound of it makes my cock twitch between my legs. I do like that sound. The guy sounds sexy, rough.

I imagine him with tattoos and a six-pack, a jawline chiseled out of marble, and a head full of thick, shiny hair. And his cock, I bet it’s going to hurt sliding in. It’s so fucking big. I bet if he could grab me, he’d throw me around a little, dominate me.

Yeah, the perfect first fuck.

My entire body thrums with anticipation.

“Come on. Give it to me,” the voice says, and I roll my eyes.

“Yeah, yeah,” I murmur and then slide back, the tip of his cock pushing against my wet hole.

I take another deep breath through my nose and push back more, the tip sliding into me with an audible pop. I gasp at the sensation of being stretched wide open and then let out a low moan. Oh fuck, that kind of hurts, but the copious amounts of slick coating my hole makes it easier.

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