ログインCODYSix. That’s how many times he released in my mouth—a number that seemed impossible, because I’d never known a man could come that much at a go.Suddenly, I started laughing, quietly, so nobody would hear and come in. I’d just sucked a stranger’s cock—the biggest cock I’d seen—in a mall bathroom, and somehow, I’d done a pretty decent job of it. I was proud of myself. I pushed my glasses up, lifted my chin, and felt a smile I’d never worn before spread across my face.“Boy. Have you done this before?” His voice came out strained, almost breathless from the other side, like he was still recovering from the aftershock of his release. I jolted from my reverie and answered fast. “No.”“Wow,” he breathed out, and I could hear the wonder in it. “That’s the best blowup I’ve had in months. Most people can’t take me comfortably because of my size, but you finished me off even though it’s your first time. I must say I’m quite impressed.”My cheeks heated and my head swelled until I thought
CODYI heard someone walk into the stall. He heard it too.My heart skipped a beat. His mouth pulled away. I scrambled up to my feet and hauled my shorts up, trying to breathe like a normal human being. My cock still stood out against the fabric like a flagpole in a storm, but the load I was seconds away from blowing had retreated somewhere behind my balls, trapped and aching.Fuck. This was the second time I’d been cut off. I could already feel how swollen and heavy my sac was, drawn up tight and throbbing. I needed to release sooner or later or else I might come down with a case of blue balls so bad I wouldn’t be able to sit on my bike for days. But then I noticed something was off. I lifted my eyes to the door and realized it was still closed. I thought someone walked into my stall. It turned out not to be the case.I heard the sound of piss from the stall beside mine, a long steady stream, then a flush, then the doors banging shut. Whoever walked in had used the stall before mi
CODY Glory hole. I think that’s what they called it. I’d seen it somewhere but couldn’t place where. Probably an online article or some kid whispering about it in a locker room. Well, it didn’t matter now. His wet mouth was still open against the hole, and I didn’t want to keep him waiting. So I shuffled up to the partition, bent my knees a little, and put my cock through. It was a tight fit. The wood pressed around the base of my shaft, snug and warm, and the head of me slid into the dark on the other side, straight into his waiting mouth before I was ready. He took me to the root on the very first draw. The sensation startled me completely; I made a sound I’d never made in my life—a punched-out moan I had to choke off with my fist pressed against my teeth. God, it was warm in there. So warm and wet, and he was hungry. Hungrier than any mouth had the right to be, like my cock was his first meal of the day. He swallowed me down and I twitched at the tight, greedy pull of him
CODYI let out a yelp and instinctively pushed back from the wall. This time, I fell flat on my arse, the back of my skull banging against the metal divider with a bright little burst of pain.“Ouch,” I winced, rubbing the back of my head to soothe the pain.This is what I get for being curious.Once I’d gathered myself and my eyes refocused behind my glasses, I found him still peering at me through that hole. His gaze was dark and patient and it didn’t blink. He simply watched me sitting there, as though he had all the time in the world.I froze.My heart was hammering so hard I could practically feel it in my throat. The only thought running through my head was: get up, get out, get on your bike and take the fastest route home.This was a disaster. A proper, full-blown disaster. I shouldn’t have looked again. And I certainly shouldn’t have allowed myself to get caught. Now, who knows what he was thinking. What he might do. I was already terrified, inventing every worst case scenario
CODY You’d think I was crazy the first time I sucked a random cock from a hole in a mall restroom. Well, I wasn’t. As a matter of fact, the only thing I regretted was not discovering that particular hole sooner. Now, I hope you’re somewhere comfortable and have no plans of judging me, because this isn’t exactly the kind of story you’d tell over Sunday dinner. It’s the kind that you keep to yourself. The kind that’ll leave you raising a few brows and questioning my sanity. But I promise you one thing: by the time I’m done, you’ll understand why I did what I did and why I never looked at that mall restroom the same way again. * * * It was the summer I turned eighteen. I remember riding a bike everywhere because I didn’t have a car, and because I had a hard-on that wouldn’t quit, and pedaling seemed to burn some of it off. That’s one of the downsides of being an early bloomer: you get horny constantly and most times, you don’t know what to do with all that pent-up energy becau
TIMOTHY Knowing he had my mum under his radar was a great stress reliever, but finding out the room was perfectly soundproof and no one outside here could hear what we were doing was a whole different kind of revelation. I gaped at him, and I genuinely couldn’t tell whether I should be impressed or wary of him. The guard in the parking lot. The sealed room. The way he touched me knowing I would give in to him. The whole thing was laid out like a carefully orchestrated plan. I used to think Doctors were the most boring set of people alive—nerdy glasses, anatomy books the size of a dictionary, and a sex life as sterile as an operating room. But Dr Thorne had just proved me wrong. He was fun. He was interesting. He had so many layers to him, and each one I peeled back made me want to find the next. Without warning, he stripped off his trousers. The whisper of the leather through the loops and the sharp metallic click of his belt buckle hitting the floor rang through the room, and







