Page 4 of Hunk Sandwich
What if the people from my old life could see me now? Sporting a mesh shirt that revealed my nipples and ripped jeans, my cock out, and my sexy hockey player husband sucking me off at a glory hole.
Would they judge me? I’d always been so uptight about everything. I cared too much about what people thought of me.
With shaking hands, I tucked my cock away and unlocked the door to get to Bo.
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.
Scheiße.
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 amassivebulge. I hastily averted my eyes, looking at his adorable partner with the plush lips, and tried to fix my own stubborn cock.
Chapter 6
Bo
Ollie stopped dead when his eyes fell on our listener. It was the Wolfman with the pierced ear. I took in the soft angles of his face. He was still young, but raw in a way that made himintriguingrather than merely cute.
His gaze flickered to the bulge in my trousers, then back to my husband. Ollie swallowed when the guy adjusted himself, a tiny smirk on his face.
I stood by what I’d said before. Not here. Yet, the heat between us made it hard to think straight. Just like Ollie had felt the last time. And even though the Wolfman had only just entered, thesharp and undeniable scent of his desire hit me from across the room.
He hasn't been here long but you can smell the wolf’s arousal from five metres away.
Ollie returned the smile, took my hand, and led me out of the bathrooms.
My man jumping my bones was so freaking hot. He urged me against the wall and stuck his tongue down my throat.
The way he pressed his body against mine, stroking my cock with every roll of his hips, did my head in.
“Älskling,” I whined, “keep doing that, and I’ll come in my jeans.”
