Gloryhole With My Friend

Everyone is 18+ and fully consenting.

I was hanging with my best friend, Rugger at the mall one day, just killing time like we often did. His real name was Danny but we called him Rugger since he loved rugby and his parents were British. Long story. So at the mall we were honestly getting pretty rowdy playing little pranks on each other. He filled my soda with salt while I wasn't looking and watched me drink it and spit it out, cracking up. I got him back by sneaking some women's lingerie into his bag and making the anti-theft censors go off at Macy's, and he had to pull out an enormous bra. His face turned red while I laughed from outside the store.

At one point we were ready to head back to his house and play videos, or do whatever, and we ducked into the restroom first to take a pee, and I went into the stall. He went into the next stall a moment later.

I started to go pee when I noticed something weird. A random dick pushed through a hole in the wall between the stalls. It wasn’t even fully hard yet, and I heard faint giggling on the other side. I flinched at first, freaked out by seeing a random dude's dick, before I realized it was Rugger messing with me. We’d been friends since forever, and he was always pulling dumb stunts, even if this was an escalation I never expected. So I flicked it, just to mess with him back. His giggling stopped, but the cock started getting harder. I couldn’t stop cracking up as I kept poking it with my finger. I texted him, since we couldn't talk with other random people in the bathroom.

Me: Fag

Rugger: Suck my dick

Me: You wish

Me: You do have a big dick though

Me: You're wayyy bigger than me

Rugger: Bro stfu and hurry tf up

I poked at it again, half daring him to break character.

But he stayed quiet. Totally silent on the other side of the wall. I looked down and couldn't see his shoes, just the shadow of his legs. It started to hit me that he was playing the joke really far. Like, he could've stopped any time.

Then my phone buzzed. A text from him: “Cmon hurry up.” His long dick was still poking through, now arched up into the air.

Oh shit, I thought to myself, he really wants me to suck his dick.

My stomach dropped. Was he actually serious?

I texted back, “Really??”

He replied almost instantly: “Please”

My mind spun. We weren’t gay, at least, that’s what I’d always believed about both of us. We talked about girls constantly, swapped porn links. Sure I had checked out his body before, but I had never thought about actually doing something with him like that. We had even taken turns jerking off in the bathroom after sharing our favorite scenes together in person, but never even shown our dicks to each other. Of course we had myriad jokes and slapped ass a bit over the years, but I never knew he actually wanted something from me. Wanted my mouth. Standing there and looking at his hard dick, it didn’t seem like a joke.

I couldn’t deny that the idea was igniting something in me. My heart was racing and my hands shook a little as I bent down and looked closely at it. I could see a hint of his wispy pubes, and his large, white shaft with some branching veins pulsing on it. The big, bright red head of it that looked as large as my mouth could even open. I held it in my hand and felt him shift slightly from the other side of the wall.

I leaned forward and licked it tentatively. His body shifted again and he pressed even more firmly against the hole, his body pressed into the wall. His dick looked even bigger now. It was so long. I guess he wasn't lying when he always bragged about having a big dick. He started to lightly thrust into the hole in the wall, and I took my cue and put my mouth on the end of it. I swirled my tongue and was surprised it really just felt like a thumb in my mouth. A very big thumb, but like, it was just skin. My hesitation melted away and I suddenly found myself very comfortable helping out my friend.

I started bobbing my head, channeling all the sluts I'd seen on the internet over the years. I had never had a blowjob myself yet, so I didn't really have an idea of what would be good. I just knew that pressure and wetness were good. I heard his breathing pick up with I pressed it as deep into my mouth as it would go, and I placed both hands on his long shaft and started to stroke him along with my mouth.

I tightened my lips on his shaft and worked him up and down. I was somewhat nervous I wasn't doing a good job, and I really wanted to make it good, for some reason. But, my phone never buzzed, so it's not like he was texting me to do better. I just kept working it and using whatever tactile feedback I could gather from the pulsing of his dick and his breathing to determine if he was enjoying it. I started bobbing my head as fast as I could, even though it was making some noise. I didn't care anymore as his dick got somehow harder and throbbed in my mouth. My throat and jaw were starting to hurt but I knew he was about to cum. It was surreal being on the other side of a dick about to orgasm. Part of my brain felt like I was just pleasing myself, since I couldn't see any of him except his dick.

Then suddenly, he came in my mouth.

The taste hit me like a smack in the face, and my first instinct was to spit it into the toilet, but something in me stopped. I held the head of his cock in my mouth and let him ejaculate until he was done. He pulled back, taking his cock away from me, and I sat on the toilet. My legs were tingling, my knees were sore, and my jaw ached. I was so dazed from what we had done, it took me a few seconds to realize I was still holding his load in my mouth.

I forced myself to swallow, my throat slick with the trail that seemed to linger like it was stuck there. I wiped my mouth, suddenly half‑laughing in disbelief and half‑panicking about what I had just done. Rugger stepped out of his stall, and I heard him wash his hands and walk out.

A minute later I pulled myself together, finished wiping my face, and stepped out. I washed up quickly, trying to look normal. A part of me was in panic mode and thought people would somehow know by looking at me what I had just done.

When I finally pushed the door open into the mall again, he was waiting for me, leaning against the wall like he had been there the whole time. My stomach lurched. All I could do was give him a crooked smile, my mind racing about the unspoken secret between us.

“What took you so long?” he asked, like nothing had happened. So I guess we're just gonna pretend it didn't happen, I thought.

“Uh… no reason,” I muttered, heat rushing to my face.

He rolled his eyes, and we left together. By the time we were back at his house, the weirdness started to fade into the background, and soon we were doing what we always did, hanging in his basement and talking about girls, sharing hot instagram thots we had found online.

"She reminds me of this one pornstar," he said, eyes on the screen as he adjusted his boner.

I looked down at his crotch and my mind went back to what we had done at the mall earlier. 

"Yeah," I said, "I know who you're talking about." I leaned forward, almost flinching when my arm touched him. I moved his hand away from the laptop trackpad and opened a porn site. I scrolled through the pornstar names section and clicked.

"Her," I said, but my voice cracked out of nerves, and I coughed a bit.

"Yes!" he said excitedly.

I watched him squirm, and felt my mouth was suddenly wet. I almost drooled on him but caught it in time without him noticing. Neither of us were saying anything about the crazy shit we had done earlier, but I knew it was burning in his mind as much as mine.

He started to rub his dick over his pants. He was half hard now and it was running down his thigh. 

Without speaking, I reached down and stuck a thumb in his waistband. "What are you..." he started, but cut himself off when I started pulling his shorts down. He just looked me in the eye and smirked. He knew I wanted it again after the first time. Something about the experience was hot to me, even if my body wasn't stimulated at all. I pulled down until his dick flopped out. It was almost pitch black besides the computer screen illuminating our faces. Still, his dick looked even thicker than earlier. But I had taken enough dick pics over the years to know that sometimes the angle means everything.

I got down on my knees and put him in my mouth. It was pitch black, and my eyes were still adjusting from looking at the bright screen a moment earlier, but I guided his dick past my lips with my hand, and started swirling my tongue on it. 

He braced for just a second, then melted into his chair, pressing play on the video of the girl he liked. Once he got hard, though, something felt different. The dick in my mouth was thick. It was very thick. It was thicker than the one I had sucked earlier. I pulled off of him with a gasp.

"Wait," I said, "oh my fucking god."

"Hey I didn't ask you to start sucking my—"

"No," I interjected, "when you texted me to hurry up in the bathroom earlier… WERE YOU JUST WAITING OUTSIDE TELLING ME TO HURRY UP??”

“Yes, obviously??” He said, confused.

“Fuck. Dude. Ohmigod. I sucked someone’s dick in the bathroom earlier."