Gloryhole With My Friend 03

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Chapter 3: Back to the Mall

The night after everything went down, we chilled in Rugger’s basement playing video games. Neither of us brought up what had happened, but my mind wouldn’t let it go. I kept replaying the feel of his thick dick in my mouth, how wide it had been, almost like an apple in girth. I wanted to do it again so badly, but I didn’t want to risk crossing a line. Rugger acted completely normal, like nothing unusual had happened, which only made me more self-conscious.

At one point, my phone buzzed. It was my brother Charlie, asking me to bring home snacks. I ignored it right away, not wanting to think about him or deal with his usual nagging. Me and Charlie weren’t close. We mostly stayed out of each other’s way. He always pissed me off by barging into the bathroom while I was showering, saying he had to pee, like my space didn’t matter. Seeing his name pop up on my phone while I was stewing over Rugger’s dick just made me want to block him completely.

That night I stayed over. In the morning, Rugger woke up with a huge tent in his boxers. I caught myself staring, wishing I had the guts to reach out and grab it. He scratched himself casually, totally unfazed, not even acknowledging the bulge stretching his underwear. When he walked to the bathroom, I caught myself watching the way his skinny but toned frame moved, his butt bouncing slightly as he disappeared behind the door.

Later that day, we went back to the mall, almost like we were tempting fate. Everything still felt raw between us, but instead of talking about it, Rugger leaned into jokes. Walking through the food court, he kept pointing at random guys, whispering, “maybe it was him.” He grinned at a guy in a hoodie and said, “yep, that’s gotta be him.” Then he pointed to a huge black guy carrying bags and laughed, “could’ve been his BBC.”

I shoved him, rolling my eyes, but it did make things easier. His jokes told me he wasn’t judging, just trying to keep it light, even if we both knew it was more intense underneath, at least for me.

“Well, I know one thing,” I admitted. “He was white. And circumcised.” Rugger laughed so hard people turned their heads in the food court.

We grabbed food and sat down. Rugger was mid-bite, fries hanging out of his mouth, when he leaned in. “We gotta do a lineup. Get a bunch of dudes, line up their boners, and figure out which one was in that stall. You can suck ‘em all just to be sure.”

I laughed but felt my face heating up. “Shut up, man.”

"Dude, it could've been anybody. What if it was someone you know? What if it was a teacher from school?"

"Bro," I said, dropping my sandwich, "I don't wanna hear that. It was a hot guy. Definitely a very cool guy. Probably a millionaire with a sick car and a giant house."

We started laughing.

Still, his joke about doing a lineup planted an idea. What if the same guy came back to that stall? Would I recognize his dick? The thought gave me a jolt of nerves and excitement I didn’t want Rugger to see.

We roamed the shops while I tried to act normal, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The day before, I’d taken a stranger to completion, and later Rugger had been between my lips too. Every time our arms brushed, heat ran through me. I was as horny as ever, and suddenly interested in men, or more specifically their dicks. Every smirk he shot me made me wonder if people could tell by looking at me that there was something different about me. I kept picturing his cock sitting heavy in his boxers, clear as an x-ray in my imagination.

“Hey,” Rugger said while flipping through t-shirts on a rack. “You wouldn't tell anyone about what we did yesterday, would you?”

“No,” I said, my heart pounding.

He raised his eyebrows. “Good. No one’s ever gonna find out.” He said it like he was drawing a line, then broke into a grin. “Unless you get addicted to my monster dong.”

We laughed it off, but the tension kept building. Hormones had already won once. I knew they would again.

Rugger finally pushed me to test the bathroom again. When we walked by it, he pressed me, saying quietly, “You should do it. Just go in and see if another dick comes in.”

I looked at him, confused. “Why do you want me to?”

He shrugged, smirking a little. “Because I know you’ll like it. Trust me.”

The way he said it, it felt like he was hinting at something, like it was going to be his dick coming through the hole. The thought made my stomach twist with nerves and excitement. Maybe this is how he was asking me to suck his dick again.

"I'll sit on a bench outside, pretending to scroll on my phone, but I'll watch who comes in," he said, and I nodded and slipped into the bathroom, going into the same stall as the day before, heart racing, waiting.

After maybe five minutes, I texted him. "Still waiting."

Rugger: "Give it another minute."

I wondered when he was going to come and put his dick through. Why is he waiting?

It felt crazy, but I knew I was ready to suck again, if he ever actually came in.

Around the same time as the day before, someone finally entered the next stall. My phone buzzed, but I ignored it.  It didn't matter now what Rugger had to say, just that his dick came through the hole. Then I saw the shoes of the guy who came in. They weren't Rugger's shoes. Damn, I thought, not getting any dick right now after all. 

Then foot taps came from the other side. I looked curiously. It was like he was getting my attention. My lips curled when I realized maybe I was getting my wish after all. I copied the foot taps. A second later, a dick slid through the hole. Oh well, I thought, Rugger missed his chance.

It was familiar to yesterday's dick, maybe it's the same one, I thought. My pulse spiked.

My phone buzzed again. I shoved it deeper in my pocket and leaned forward, opening my mouth, lightly running my tongue on the underside of the head. The guy groaned lightly and pushed closer. I started slow and kissed his shaft while I held it and stroked it slowly. It smelled clean, but still like a man's musk. I picked up a rhythm and jerked the tip of it until some pre-cum came out. I wanted to taste it, so I licked the head. I just wanted to take my time. My lips slid over him, wet and steady, his body pressing harder into the wall. The buzzing of my phone wouldn’t stop, but I didn’t care. I was locked in. My throat was bothering me, still sore from Rugger the night before, and I alternated sucking and stroking him. The mystery man's cock grew long and sturdy. It definitely could've been the same dick as the day before, unless having a dick that big was more common than I thought. I jerked it and paid attention to when the guy would thrust forward. 

He pushed his balls through the hole at one point and I licked them while I jerked off the tip of his cock with a firm, wet grip. I rolled his balls across my tongue and lipped the base of his cock. I wanted to absorb everything I could from this cock. I didn't care who was on the other side. It was better that I didn't even know. I still don't think I really liked men. I just liked their cocks. I loved the smell and taste of dick. It brought out something inside me, somehow affirming my masculinity to be this close to it. Dicks that were bigger than mine just seemed valuable in a weird way, and made me want to pleasure them. 

I put him back in my mouth and pressed as deep as I could, still ignoring a barrage of texts in my pocket, barely even noticing them. His breath suddenly quickened. A low grunt slipped out. His cock throbbed, and then hot spurts filled my mouth. I swallowed automatically, my throat burning, adrenaline spiking. I wiped my lips just as the loudest bang I’d ever heard rattled my stall door, making me jump back.

“DUDE!! DON’T DO IT!” Rugger’s voice boomed.

I froze. The big dick vanished through the hole. Pants rustled. The stall next door opened.

I bent down, peeking at the floor gap. Rugger’s shoes were planted in front of the other stall. The mystery guy froze. They stood still for a long moment. Then, barely audible, the guy whispered, “oh my god,” and bolted out of the bathroom.

I sat there stunned, brain scrambling to place the voice. Familiar, maybe. My body buzzed with nerves. I wiped my mouth and pushed the stall open. Rugger stood pale as a ghost, eyes wide like he was about to lose it.

“What did you do?” he demanded.

I stammered out, in a concerned whisper, "I sucked his dick. Why?" Rugger looked like he was going to puke.

“Did you know the guy?” I asked, throat raw, half from nerves and half from what I’d just done.

He just stared. I got more insistent. “Rugger?? Who was it??”

He swallowed hard. “Dude.” He paused, his face saying it all before his mouth did. Part of me already knew. “It was Charlie.”

The weight of the situation hit me like a truck. My eyes started to lose vision and I sat back on the toilet before I passed out. My chest tightened like I couldn't breathe, and I couldn’t speak. Rugger just stared back at me, terrified.