Page 2 of Glory

The anonymity of it all appealed to Wyatt, the thrill of not knowing who might be on the other side. He took another sip of his whiskey, feeling the liquid warmth spread through him as he weighed his options.

Yeah, that was better than going home in a pissed-off mood.

Here went nothing.

With a heavy sigh, he pushed back from the bar and made his way towards the door. As he stepped inside, the gloom of the corridor enveloped him in a haze of shadows and murmurs, and the world outside fell away.

He could hear muffled moans and grunts coming from various stalls along the wall, each one concealing its own secret encounter. Wyatt chose a stall near the back and closed the door behind him, taking a moment to adjust his eyes to the darkness.

He could feel his cock getting harder as anticipation built within him. He undid his pants, revealing his already half-hard cock, and set to work stroking himself to full hardness. His cock felt heavy and thick in his hand, pulsing with anticipation for what was to come.

The small hole beckoned him. In the gloom of the adjoining booth, he caught a glance of his anonymous partner: a glimpse of sharp jawline, a pale throat, a pretty mouth.

A shiver of anticipation ran down Wyatt's spine as he slid his hardening cock through the hole.

"Fuck," came a muffled whisper from the other side. Wyatt's smug grin widened – yeah, not many could handle what he had to offer.

But whoever his partner was, his size wasn't enough to throw them off. Wyatt's breath caught in his throat as the unseen stranger on the other side of the glory hole began to tease him, his hot, wet mouth engulfing his thick cock with practiced ease. The warmth and wetness enveloped him, sending shivers of pleasure coursing down his spine.

He leaned forward against the cold stall wall, eyes fluttering closed as he savored the sensations coursing through his body. This guy knew what he was doing. That much was clear from the way he expertly licked and sucked at Wyatt's length, teasing every sensitive spot with practiced precision.

His tongue swirled around the head of Wyatt's cock before dipping down to flick at the underside, eliciting a low groan from deep within Wyatt's chest. Fuck, it had been too long since he'd last been here. He gripped the edge of the stall for support as the pleasure built within him, threatening to consume him whole. He could feel himself getting close already – a testament to both this mystery man's skill and his own pent-up frustration.

As if sensing his mounting arousal, the man on the other side increased both pressure and speed, taking more of Wyatt's length into his mouth with each bob of his head. The wet sounds of their combined efforts echoed off the dingy walls, dirty and obscene. It was filthy and depraved and everything that should have repulsed a normal man... yet here Wyatt was, panting like a dog in heat as this stranger brought him closer and closer to release.

"Fuck," Wyatt growled through gritted teeth. He couldn't remember the last time he'd lost control so quickly like this, but there was something about the anonymity of it all that appealed to him tonight. His hips bucked forward involuntarily as those skilled lips moved up and down his shaft, teasing him mercilessly, about to burst—

The man pulled off of Wyatt's cock. Wyatt groaned, helpless, his orgasm denied.

Then Wyatt's eyes rolled back in his head as the man on the other side of the glory hole worked him slowly, keeping him just this side of his release. The stranger's soft, wet lips toyed with him, wrapping around the head of Wyatt's cock as if they were made to fit there.

Wyatt wanted to find who taught this guy to suck cock, and shake his hand. That, or kick his ass.

Wyatt's cock throbbed and pulsed. He gripped the edges of the stall, his knuckles whitening as pleasure coursed through his veins like wildfire. Nearly there, nearly there…

And then the man on the other side of the glory hole denied him release yet again. Wyatt's fists clenched and unclenched, aching to find purchase in the stranger's hair and hold him in place, punishing him for being such a fucking tease.

He could practically feel it – his cock driving deep into that tight, wet heat, claiming the man as his own. The thought alone was enough to make him growl low in his throat. In his mind's eye, he pictured himself pinning the man in place, one hand fisted in their hair as he fucked their mouth mercilessly. The other hand would be wrapped around their slender throat — not squeezing enough to cause real harm, but just enough to remind them who was in control. He'd grind his hips forward relentlessly, plunging into that hot depth over and over again until he'd taken his fill.

His hips bucked forward involuntarily against the cold stall wall, seeking out a friction that wasn't there.

Then, finally, blessedly, Wyatt's world exploded into a million stars as the man on the other side of the glory hole sucked him off with a fervor he'd never experienced before. The stranger's lips and tongue worked his throbbing cock like a maestro, eliciting moans and groans from deep within Wyatt's chest that he didn't even know were possible. His hips thrust forward, slamming his length into the warmth and wetness that engulfed him, seeking out every ounce of pleasure he could find.

His orgasm hit him like a freight train, tearing through his body with such force that he saw stars behind his eyelids. White-hot pleasure coursed through his veins as he emptied himself into the waiting mouth, his entire body shaking with the force of his release. The man on the other side of the wall didn't pull away, swallowing every drop, and greedily taking everything Wyatt had to offer without hesitation or complaint.

And then just as quickly as it began, it was over, leaving Wyatt panting and spent against the cold stall wall. His heart hammered in his chest like a wild animal trying to escape its cage as he struggled to catch his breath. As the stranger pulled away, Wyatt could feel cool air against his sensitive skin where moments ago there had been blissful heat enveloping him whole. He felt scraped raw inside, completely emptied.

Wyatt hissed in surprise when the man's lips pressed a gentle kiss to the head, sending an electric jolt through his overstimulated nerves. "Shit!"

His stranger had been silent through their encounter — a little too occupied for small talk. At that, though, an incredulous snort escaped him.

As Wyatt slid his softening length free of the hole, he caught another brief glimpse of the stranger: a clever mouth curved in a fox-like grin; Wyatt's pearly release still glistening on his lower lip; the glint of a lip piercing catching the dim light.

Wyatt leaned heavily against the stall wall and focused on catching his breath. The sound of a door opening and closing told him the man had left, disappearing as suddenly as he'd arrived.

Wyatt straightened his clothes, tucking his now-flaccid cock back into his pants and zipping up his fly. He took a moment to compose himself, running a shaky hand through his hair as he tried to regain some semblance of control. The encounter had been... unexpectedly satisfying, but it was over now. Just another nameless face in a sea of faceless encounters.

That was the thing about anonymous hookups: you got what you got, and then it was over. You couldn't ruin the magic by going back for more, even if you wanted to.

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