The second person stood directly in front of the hole, blocking my sight and creating more frustration for me. What. The. Hell? My confidence diminished as I contemplated having to deal with two men at the same time. If it actually was another man, that is.
I hadn't even had experience with one man so I didn’t think there was any possibility of taking them both on. But, right now, I had no idea what was going to happen. I was certainly even more nervous than before.
Breathe. Calm. Down. You don't know who it is. It could be the other's man wife.
I suddenly thought how weird that situation would be and realized that I was really dumb for trying to reassure myself that way. Of course, having his wife watching was a better thought than servicing two men.
I snapped back to the present when I watched a hand replace my roll of paper. Frantic, I looked through the hole as the footsteps receded, hoping to catch a glimpse of the person who’d taken my paper. But I was all too unprepared for the sight.
The second person walked to the masculine stranger and sat on the bench next to him. My jaw dropped when I saw it was, indeed, another man. Sweet Jesus, Mary, Joseph and the Three Wise men. What the fuck is going on? My worst fear had been realized and I was going to have to suck two men in one session.
From what I could tell, he wore black slacks, a light blue button up, and his waist was cinched by an expensive leather belt with a small, glittering gold buckle. Physically, he looked almost as fit as the other man. I wouldn't have minded that — if only he’d waited for his damn turn.
Mystery man sat more upright as he waited beside the masculine stranger.
What are they waiting for?
It took me a few moments before I realized that they were waiting for… Me. They were waiting for me to take their money and provide a condom. Oh, shit. Doh! I looked down at my lap and felt around for the box of condoms that Jess had given to me. I frantically tore open the thin cardboard but, in my haste, my hands slipped and I dropped the box onto the tiled floor. With the lights off, I could barely see. As I hurried, feeling around for the box, my frustrations grew.
"Fucking fuck," I said.
Immediately, I realized my mistake and gasped, clasping my hands over my mouth. I heard the men chuckle and embarrassment flushed my cheeks. I tried to concentrate on getting the condoms while my pulse began to race out of control. A bead of sweat dripped off my brow. After several long moments, I finally touched a foreign object on the floor. Found them. I swallowed hard as I picked them up and finished opening the package.
Shakily pulling out one of the small, square packages, I couldn't help contemplating whether or not I should be doing this. I could just leave — and, perhaps, come back another day to deal with one man at a time like I ‘d intended. But, knocking around in the back of my mind was an overwhelming and unshakable curiosity. I thought about the prospect of getting off two men and how much of a challenge it would actually be. And how much fun it might actually be. Again, my naughty nature took over, my insecurities faded, and my arousal rose. The excitement was too much to ignore.
Without further delay, I grabbed the paper. It had one hundred dollars wrapped inside and I stuffed the cash into my pocket before putting a condom inside the roll for the first man to grab. They must have been watching; directly after I moved my hand away, the tattooed stranger walked over to the hole.
I took the moment to look down and catch my breath. I desperately needed to relax my rapidly beating heart before the main event. As I tried to calm and regain focus, I thought about the man who was now standing in front of my face. He would have the condom and no doubt would be rolling it onto his hard length — another sight I suddenly longed to witness.
The thought of him slowly unzipping his jeans and releasing his member sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. Wait. Zipper? I hadn't heard a zipper...
A gasp slipped between my lips when I quickly raised my head and saw his pelvis pressed against the hole. He hadn't unzipped his jeans. What the… oh! I was supposed to be doing all of the work. Right. Okay. I wanted to give myself another pep talk before I actually got on with the show but I ditched that idea when I thought about how long we’d already been waiting.
I reached up and grasped the faded, copper button. I took one last deep breath before slipping it back through the loop. The man let out a sigh. Relief? Anticipation? I couldn't tell which but the sound thrilled me and somehow fueled my already burning desire. I took hold of the tab on his zipper and gave a gentle tug. It glided down with ease, the fly of his jeans fell open, and the waistband of his black boxer shorts was exposed. The sight made my mouth water.
I gripped the thighs of his jeans, bunching the material in my hands, before tugging at them, trying to work them down his legs. Struggling to get them below his ass, I was grateful when he helped. He pushed his pants down the rest of the way, no doubt having them drop to his ankles, and I saw the outline of a semi-hard cock within his boxers.
I licked my lips as I stared at his bulge, my gaze roving over the impressive outline. I tried my best to commit this moment to memory but my head was spinning - making it so hard to focus. My emotions were all over the place but I knew it was my job to get him to full mast.
So, I elected not to think too much — just do.
I mustered all of my courage, reached a hand through the hole, and pressed my palm against his cock. It twitched in response and that brought a small smile to my face. I bit my bottom lip as I rubbed and traced along his length. Feeling his cock fatten, and watching it stretch the lightweight cotton, made me even more excited.
I quickly decided that I would get the most enjoyment out of this by teasing them both to exhaustion. Well, as much as I possibly could tease considering my restrictions of using only hands and mouth.
Eventually, I got into a rhythm that helped me to distinguish between what he liked and what he really liked.
The harder I pressed against him, the more he held his hips steady, clearly enjoying the sensation. But, the lighter I rubbed, the more he thrust his hips toward the hole, urging me to be more forceful. Fuck, I loved teasing him. Okay, it made my own need that much more unbearable but that was something I also loved.
When his cock felt solid, I tentatively wrapped my fingers around it, gripping as tight as his underwear would allow.
I began to stroke him.
Instantly, I heard a low groan on the other side of the wall and I chuckled with delight. He was definitely enjoying this just as much as I was. The jangle of a belt buckle caught my attention and I remembered that we weren't alone.
I tried to focus on the man I was stroking but I couldn't avoid hearing the rasp of a zipper and the rustle of clothing. What was the other man doing? Masturbating as he watched his friend? How often did they do this? Had he paid $50 for a show? Or was he expecting something from me, too?
The tattooed stranger regained my attention when he took a step back, my hand becoming redundant. With that extra distance between us, I looked through the hole, wondering if I’d done something to make him back away. Again, I was wrong. Clearly, I’d done something right because his cock was rock solid and a wet spot appeared near the waistline of his boxers.
An overwhelming impulse to taste him swept through me and, in that moment, I thanked God for the wall between us.
I watched his hand brush over the bulge. He gripped the base and stroked upward: once, twice, three times, teasing me just as much as I’d teased him. I waited for him to step back to the hole but Mr. Masculine seemed to have other ideas. He hooked a thumb in his waistband and tugged down his underwear, finally giving me the glorious sight of my very first cock.
Oh, My. God. He was thick, long and straight as an arrow, and had a neat patch of blonde pubic hair. At first, I wondered if I would be able to take him in my mouth. But, in the blink of an eye, any doubts were dispelled by my curiosity and desire to have all of him in my throat. Oh yes, I wanted all of his cock, the great girth, and length, and I would take it somehow.
He was horizontally erect, pointing straight in my direction and allowing me to see his oozing tip, a tip that seemed to be begging for a hot, eager mouth. My mouth. Well, at least his cock likes me. He stroked himself one more time before I heard the sound of tearing foil. A dampness seeped between my thighs and I tingled enough to make me squirm on the stool.
I watched and waited, somehow remaining patient. Peering through the jagged hole, I was amazed at the sight of him stretching the latex over his dome and rolling it all the way down his shaft. It made me more eager than I could ever anticipate or believe possible.
My mouth watered at the prospect of sucking this cock, of him fucking deep into my throat. Before the condom was totally in place, I’d slid off the stool and onto the floor. I wanted to be as close and ready as possible.
Two paces and he slid his throbbing erection through the hole. Instinctively, I eagerly took the tip between my lips and rolled my tongue over it. I couldn’t wait any longer. I ached and craved to know what it would feel like. My head was spinning, my pussy pulsating, and I was extremely aroused, wanting this experience more than anything I’d ever craved.
I opened wide and inched more of him into my mouth. Automatically, I began to suck. Pulling my cheeks in — something I’d read — made it that much better when I drew my mouth back toward the head.
"Mmm, fuck," I heard through the wall.
That enchanting sound prompted me to slip a hand into my pants. I smuggled it inside my panties and inserted two fingers into my soaking sex, all the while pressing my palm against my clit. I moaned at the sensation, relishing it before I plunged my mouth back down his shaft.
Making sure to keep a constant rhythm, I inserted a little more of him with each downward bob of my head. I sucked and slathered him with my tongue, enjoying the sensation and every sound that he made. I was relentless, utterly determined in giving him and myself pleasure. As I plunged my head down, he drove his hips forward. We were perfectly in sync and when I picked up the pace, he found that rhythm, too.
Sucking him hard and fast, I drew low groans and moans from him, and all the time I fucked myself furiously with my fingers.
I felt my body heating up and I knew that an orgasm was not far off.