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╰┈➤ Summary: Y/N has had a crush on Peter Parker for as long as he can remember, but with Peter's clear preference for girls, Y/N had long resigned himself to the idea that nothing would ever come of it. Little did they know, an accidental songbook mix-up would bring them closer than either of them could have imagined.
As Y/N begins writing a song about the way Peter has impacted him, titled "Enchanted," an unexpected friendship begins to blossom between them. But not everyone is thrilled about this new connection, and someone is determined to do whatever it takes to stop it.
Will their bond remain purely platonic, or will something deeper begin to form, despite the obstacles in their way?
"Please don't be in love with someone else”
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I wake up to the sound of my alarm screaming at me, I hit the snooze and try to go back to sleep. Today marked the first day of school, I was great when it comes to school, but I hated it. I would rather just be homeschooled. I was not being bullied or anything, I just hate being around people, well of course with some exceptions of Katie.
I slowly crawl out of my bed, and head into the bathroom to have a shower before I must leave for school. I quickly jumped into the shower and listened to music while doing it.
Music was the one thing that I loved; a song could tell you a whole story within 3 minutes. It could be about heartbreak, happiness, loneliness, there was not just one way to write a song. I love the lyricism of some artists like Taylor Swift, and how they would use words that normally do not rhyme and then make them.
That is what made me start to write songs because it helped me get away from everything that I happen ding in the word, it allows me to be in my own little
world, and I could get all my emotions out without having to talk about my feeling to someone.
I had a songbook that had all of my thought, ideas and songs in it and no one was allowed to look at, not even Katie or my father. They knew that they was not allowed to look at it and Katie respected my privacy. But there was sometimes when I caught her trying to look.
Most of the songs were songs about Peter, and some were about other people. But mostly about Peter and how I could never be with him because he never felt the same way. I started a new song a couple of days ago called "enchanted" but all I had so far was the chorus.
"There I was again tonight
Forcing laughter, faking smiles
Same old tired, lonely place
Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy
Vanished when I saw your face
All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you"
The song was about how much Peter had an impact on me, how he could make the most horrible day turn into the best with just his smile. But of course, he could never know how I felt. I grab a plain white top and black jeans and a green flannel from my closet and throw them on.
I walked downstairs to find my dad in the kitchen with his laptop looking at the news. It was talking about the Germany situation with Iron Man and Captain America. And how they are outlaws now, it was sad to see the one hope that the world had fall apart.
My father is always working and never takes time out for it; he owned a couple of restaurants with my mother. But after she died it became his full responsibility to run them, he used it so that he did not have to cope with my mother's death. He never really showed any emotions, but I knew it hurt him.
My mother died a couple of years ago when I was 13, she was in a plane crash on her way back from a business trip. My father was meant to go on the business trip with her, but they got into a fight the night before and he decided that he was not going to go. And now he blames himself for what happened and how she was alone. I have told him thousands of times that he did not know it would happen, but he still blamed himself.
Ever since then he drove headfirst to work and has not stopped working since then. And it has affected our relationship, we barely spend time together or even talk. He is always either at work or home in his office doing work. I heard him one day talking to grandparents on the phone about how hard it was for him to look at me because it reminds him of her.
I do look a lot like my mother, we both had E/C eyes and H/C hair. People would say we look like twins and my dad did not get a look in when it came to me. I did miss her; I missed her a lot. She would help me with my songwriting, she would help me when I need a word to rhyme with or could not think of a chorus.
She also loved music but never did anything about it because she was so busy with business. So, when she died, I decided that I would complete her dream for her. I was good at writing songs, just not everything else when it came to it. All I knew is that I would be famous one day and I will dedicate my first Grammy to her.
My father looks up form the laptop and gives me a small smile that he always gives before going back to work. I grab bread and decide to make toast, I sit down and eat the toast in the awkward quietness. My father closes his laptop and looks and me not saying anything for a while.
"Excited for your first day back, Y/N," he says after a while. I was honestly shocked that he remembered because he never really kept up with me and what was happening in my life. "Yeah, but nervous about it as well" I answer while eating my toast. He looks at me and let out a small sigh, "I'm sorry I haven't been the most amazing father lately, I just thought that my focus on work would help us. But it has honestly done the opposite" he confesses
I did not know what to say, this was unexpected, my father and I have not had a conversation like this in years. We normally just have small talk and then go separate ways, but he was having a conversation with me and wanted to know how I was. "It's ok, I know it's been a lot for you lately" is all I could get out. I did not know what I should say. I was never good at comforting people, so I normally left that for other people to do.
We ended up talking more about my mom and how she would be proud of me. He also asks me if I am still writing music and I tell him that I am, and when I tell him a smile appears on his face. We talked for a couple of minutes before I looked at the clock and saw that I was late for school. I rush to grab my bag and notebooks before rushing out the door to the bus stop.
I did not even hear my father when he offered me a lift because I was already out the door and running down the street. I was thankful to make it just in time for the bus and sit in the back of the bus in the empty bus, the bus ride is normally about 30 minutes, so I take out my songbook and scribble some ideas down.
I open the page that enchanted is on and read over the chorus that I have. I had a pre-chorus and chorus idea, but I did not know if it would work with the songs. But then I heard my mother's voice in my head telling me to put it in, so I did.
"And it was enchanting to meet you
All I can say is, I was enchanted to meet you"
"This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you"
When I finally get to the school, I am already 10 minutes late, I get off the bus and put my songbook in my bag not even realizing that I did not close it because I was in a rush. I ran into the school and down the hallways and rushed over to the corridor that my locker was in.
When I was about to turn the corner to it, when I bumped into someone, everything in their hands went flying into the air. We both fell to the ground, and I could hear him laugh, "Are you ok, Y/N" I heard him say.
I look over to see that I bumped into Peter, out of all the people I could have bumped into it was him. I was screaming on the inside but looked calm on the outside, I was good at doing that when Peter was around. I help him pick up all his stuff, and he puts out his hand to help me up.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I-" I was cut off by him laughing again. "It's grand Y/N, I wasn't looking either," he says. Wait he knew my name, I did not think he would know it.
He picks up my bag and hands it to me, I do not even notice that something fell out of it when he does. We just stared at each other till I remembered that I was late for class and still had not been to my locker.
I apologise again for bumping into Peter and being too rushed off, I could hear him calling me, but I was too embarrassed to turn back around.
I finally got to my locker and started to put my stuff in quickly, so I am not late for class, just as I finished with my locker and was about to go to class. Kate and Nathan turn the corner and walk over to me. Nathan was our friend; well, he was Kate's friend more than mine. Also, he had a crush on her, which he told me about one night when he called me drunk.
But of course, Kate does not feel the same way because she has her eyes on Flash, It was a weird love triangle that I just did not want to get involved in, so I just pretended that the call never happened. They walk over to me and open their lockers. "How come you're not in class," I asked, I was confused. Yes, Kate did not like school, but she would never ditched class. "Remember, Miss Potts, emailed us saying she wouldn't be in first-class," Nathan said.
I think about everything that has happed , I had to rush to school for no reason. I head butt my locker and sigh with everything that happened. Didn't even notice Kate had walked over to me and closed my bag for me, and we headed to the canteen to grab something to eat.
Most of my classes were mostly just the teachers telling us what we were going to do this school year. And then we had my favourite class, which was music. Music was the one class in that I did not feel like I was under pressure to be the smartest in the room. It was the one hour of the day that I could just be myself, the teacher tells us that we can just do our own thing for this class.
So, I head to the back room, the back room is normally used for people who play drums, so they do not make too much noise but since no one in my class played it, I used it as my quiet spot for songwriting.
I get to the back room and sit in one of the bean bags that are randomly laid across the room. And open my bag to take my songbook out so that I could work on it. I looked in my bag and I couldn't see it, so I just assumed that it fell to the bottom, and I started to take everything out.
Panic started to take over my body when I realized that the book were not in my bag anymore. It was gone and I did not know where it was, I left the back room and asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom. And I ran down the halls looking around for my book, but it was nowhere to be seen, I went to my locker thinking I could have accidentally put it in there when I was not paying attention. But it was not in my locker, I could feel a panic attack coming on.
That book had everything in it, from notes from my mother, my feelings and thoughts and worst of all everything about Peter. I needed to find that book, I texted Kate to meet me in the hallways outside of the class she was in. After a couple of minutes of waiting she finally came out of it. She looked concerned because I texted her EBFM, which stands for Emergency Best Friend Meeting. We normally used it when it was important and it was important.
"I can't find my songbook Kate" I explain to her and the concerned look on her face disappears. "Y/N, are you serious? You called an EBFM for this" she says with a disappointed look on her face. "Kate, you don't understand, this book means everything to me. It was the last thing my mother got me before she died" I explained. Kates faces changes to sad now, she knew that my mother's death had a significant impact on me.
"Ok, I'll go ask around and you go to lost and found to see if anyone handed it in" she explains, I give her a big hug and thank her before we split up to find the book. I get to where lost and found is in the front office and ask the receptionist if anyone had in a book, she hands me a box that has books in it. I looked through it, but it was nowhere to be found, I asked her if anyone handed in a book to let me know, I told her that it has my name on it and says songbook.
I meet back up with Kate at my lockers, she had no luck finding it either, "Y/N try to remember the last time you had it" she says. I think back to my day, so I had it on the bus and when I got off it, and then I rushed into the school and bumped into Peter. "Oh" is all I could get out, "what, what," she said.
I explain to her that when I was rushing to my locker, I bumped into Peter and my bag was open because I forgot to close it. Which meant that my songbook with songs about Peter was with the person the songs were about. It felt like my heart dropped, I could not even say anything else. If he had the book and he looked in it, he would think I am a creep.
The bell went to tell us that it was time for the next class, so I went back to the music room and grabbed my stuff and headed to the next class. Luckily, it was science and Peter was in this class, I walked in and saw Peter and Ned sitting beside each other. I needed to find out if he had the book without him noticing, I know I could just go up and ask but what if he had it and looked thought it? I was not ready to have that conversation with him yet.
I slowly walked past trying to look in his bag, but it was closed, Ned noticed me trying to look in his bag. "Is everything ok Y/N?" he asked. Peter turned around and we made eye contact and I could feel my heart beating so fast.
"Yeh, I drop my pen and I'm just trying to find it" I came up with an excuse for what I was doing. Peter gives me a small smile and grabs his bag. Was he about to hand me the songbook, was he about to tell me to never talk to him again?
Panic started to take over my body as I waited for him to take it out . He finally gets what he needed from his bag and hands me a pen, I look at it confused. "I just thought you might need it because you lost yours" he explains.
Oh yeah, thanks," I say before quickly taking my seat at the back beside Katie. I guess Peter did not have it, so it was gone. I could feel tears start to form in my eyes, I tried to hold it back but then Kate asked me if I was okay. And then I lost it, the tears that I was trying to fight back were now running down my face.
And now everyone was looking at me, even Peter, I could not take it anymore and I grabbed my bag and ran out of the classroom. Almost bumping in to the teacher when she was coming in, I could hear Kate calling me, but I did not stop till I got to the bathroom.
I just needed to be alone for a bit, I lost the one thing that my mother gave me. I felt like I lost her again, and it hurt even more now because I had nothing to remember her by now. I was quietly crying in one of the stalls when I heard the door open, and someone walked in. I put my legs up so that I was fully on the toilet so they could not tell I was in there.
"Y/N??" I hear someone say from outside the stall, I did not say anything, "Y/N, it's Peter" he says. Are you serious? The last person that I wanted to see was on the other side of the door. I did not know what to say, he stood there in silence at the stall for a while before I heard the door open and close again. As soon as it does, a sigh leaves my lips, I sit there in the toilet before I decide that I am done with school with the day.
I grab my stuff and unlock the stall; I open the door of the bathroom looking around to see if Peter was waiting for me, but he was not. Which I was disappointed about but why would he, I head toward the front door and sign myself off before heading out the door but not towards home.
╰┈➤ Summary: Y/N has had a crush on Peter Parker for as long as he can remember, but with Peter's clear preference for girls, Y/N had long resigned himself to the idea that nothing would ever come of it. Little did they know, an accidental songbook mix-up would bring them closer than either of them could have imagined.
As Y/N begins writing a song about the way Peter has impacted him, titled "Enchanted," an unexpected friendship begins to blossom between them. But not everyone is thrilled about this new connection, and someone is determined to do whatever it takes to stop it.
Will their bond remain purely platonic, or will something deeper begin to form, despite the obstacles in their way?
"Please don't be in love with someone else"
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I could not believe I was doing this; I could not believe I was at my first high school party. I normally would not go to these sorts of parties, not because I was not invited. Yes, I was what you called a "nerd" but so was everyone in my school. The school was full of smart people, so people were not called nerds. Even some of them would be the definition of what a nerd is with loving stuff like Star Wars or Star Tark. But I did not go to parties because I am not a huge fan of drinking alcohol, I do not understand the fun of it. I am sure it is great now but then you have a bad hangover the next day. I do not get the point of parties either, it is just a reason for teenagers to get horny, sweaty, and drunk all at the same time and that does not sound fun at all.
But we still had popular kids in the school, and I was not one of them. Not that I wanted to be one of them, all they care about is how much money is in your bank account and what car you were driving. Example of popular kids was Flash and Liz, both of their parents were rich, so everyone wanted to be friends with them. And the party I was at was Flash's one, I do not like Flash at all, he is full of himself and how rich he is, but I was at this party against my own will.
The only reason I am at this stupid party was that my BFSB, who is my Best Friend Since Birth, wanted to come. It was the end of the summer party that everyone and their mothers were invited to, it was a way to prepare that we need to survive another year of school. She was friends with Flash and Liz, so she was invited to this party and dragged me along with her,
I honestly do not know how Kate and I are best friends because we are the opposite of each other. Both of our families are close to each other. And me and Kate became close because we were always around each other. But we had nothing in common when it came to our interests. She is popular, loves fashion and is a party animal whereas I am shy, and only wears hoodies and would rather just stay in and watch TV than go out.
So, when she told me about the party and how she needed me to go because she could not go by herself because her family did not trust her. And that is because Kate has done a lot of bad things over the years that have gotten her in trouble over the years, sometimes even with the police.
So now her parents were watching like a hawk watching their pry. So, the only way that Kate could go to the party was if I went with her and lied saying that we were going to the cinema or library. Her family saw me as the "Golden Child" as one would say because I always studied, was doing great in school, did not drink. It was every parent's dream.
So now I flash forward to the present and I am awkwardly sitting in the kitchen of the flash's party waiting for it to be over. I haven't even been there more than 10 minutes, but I wanted to leave already. I lost Kate as soon we walked into the room, so I was just waiting for her to show her face again.
And speaking of the devil and they shall appear, Kate comes running into the room and almost falls all over the place because she is drunk, and we only just got there. "We've been here five minutes, how have you drunk already," I asked her while I walked over to her and helped her over to a seat and sat her down. But she slowly slips off the chair and now is on the floor, I try to sit her down again, but she just keeps on falling. She finally gets herself to sit down and then looks around the room before her eyes land on me and she screams.
"There you are Y/N, I need you to do me a big Favour" she chuckles while saying it to me as if she just found me. This bitch is drunk, I do not like to do Favour for her, she always asks me to do them for her and they are always bad. Most of the time I do a Favour for her, I always end up holding her hair up in my bathroom because she is too drunk to go home.
" Depend on what it is?" I answered her while getting a glass of water for her from the sink. To say I am scared would be an understatement, she could ask me to do anything, and I did not want to hold her hair back again all night. "I need you to play seven minutes in heaven so I can get on with Flash in the closet," she said trying to stay sitting at the table and blinking at me weirdly.
I think she is trying to wink at me, but she is so drunk that it isn't working out for her. I honestly don't know what she sees in him because he is the most selfish person I have ever seen, but as her BFSB I just must support her and her stupid decisions and just put a fake smile on.
I walked over to give her the water and the smell of alcohol off her is strong. Flash and Kate have this think. Like will they, won't they thing going on. They like to hook up, but it never turns into anything serious. Kate says she is fine with it, but I do not think she is, to be honest, I think she wants a relationship (AGAIN I DON'T KNOW WHY!!).
My heart drops when she asks me that question, she wants me to play seven minutes in heaven. She knows I have not even had my first kiss yet, and she wants me to have my first one with a drunk stranger. She must be joking; this must be a joke.
"No... it's a bad enough that you dragged me to this party, but now you want me to go out there and play a game," I said, walking back over to the sink and refilling the glass of water. "Oh please." She is giving me her famous puppy dog eyes. Kate always does the puppy eyes when she wants me to do something, and sadly it always works.
"No, I'm not doing it, I'm not having my first kiss be at his stupid party" I am standing my ground, there is no way she can get me to do it. And then she plays the card that she knows that I cannot say no to. She begins to walk away but then turns around to say one last time. "Oh, and also Peter might be playing, and I know you have a big fat crush on him," she says with a smirk on her devilish face.
Peter is someone that is in my year, he is the sweetest, kind, smartest person that I have ever met, well I have never had a conversation with him but what I have seen and heard is all of that. Well from everyone except Flash who likes to call him Penis Parker for some stupid reason, and that is another reason that I don't like flash. But sadly, he isn't into boys because he has his eyes out for Liz. I don't blame him because she is the girl every guy wants to date and every girl wants to be including Katie.
She continues to look at me with those puppy dog eyes until I cave in. I was going to do it any way but since Peter will playing and I have had a chance to kiss him is a bonus. I will do her this Favour, but this is the last time, I hope. We walk into the room and people are on the couch ready to play. As I walk over, I see that Peter is sitting there but Liz is sitting right beside him.
I walk over to the couch and sit beside Kate. I look over to Peter and he sees me and gives me a smile and a wink. I looked behind me thinking he did not just do that to me, but when I looked behind me there was no one. I was confused about why he was at this party because he and Flash don't get along but I didn't really think much into it.
They begin the game, And Kate says she will go first and spins the bottle to see who the first person is. She spins the bottle and of course out of all people its lands on Flash. He makes a joke about how they aren't in a relationship and that other ladies can join in. Like I said they have been hooking up for like seven months and spend most nights texting but to flash they were not in a relationship.
Kate gives me a smile before getting off the couch, and they go off somewhere to have their seven minutes. And now I was stuck on my own with people I do not know and one of them I will have to spend seven minutes in heaven with. I feel myself starting to panic that I would have to spend seven minutes alone with someone. Maybe I could just leave the game and no one would notice.
I stare into the distance in my thoughts when I am brought out of it with someone shaking me. It is my turn to spin the bottle. And my nervousness starts to get the best of me, I can feel myself starting to panic. I grab the bottle and I spin it and my heart starts to beat fast. It feels like it is spinning forever until it lands on Peter. I do not want to do this, so I grab the bottle to spin it again when I am stopped by a hand.
I look up to see that it is Peter's hand on my hand, and my heart starts to beat faster, and it feels like I am about to have a panic attack. "Hey, it landed on me, and we have to play by the rules" he winks and then grabs my hand and leads me off. I can hear Everyone talking while we walk away. We slowly walk over to the closet and close the door.
It is awkward for a while because neither of us does anything. We just sit there awkwardly. I am too busy panicking about what to do because this is my first time. It feels like I have been in this closet for hours, and I have already spent most of my life in it. When he finally breaks the silence and says something.
"You know you're the only person who does not pick of me like flash" He's staring into my eyes while saying this and damn it feels like I am in actual heaven. "Or wants to be my lab partner just so they can pass the class and not do any work" I feel my heart melting as he says all this to me. I do not know why he is saying it, but I am not going to stop him.
"You're not my type," I say trying to act cool, but I can tell it is not working. He can hear my heart beating so loudly or could he hear my thoughts.
" Oh, really Y/N" He smirks while saying his to me. We stood there quietly again just staring into each other's eyes. Then when all is in slow motion, he starts to lean in. And just before our lips touch.
⚠️CW⚠️ — gay sex, gay, public blowjob, Gloryhole, exhibitionism, Jason has a big dick, top Jason Duval, bottom male reader, bathroom sex, bareback, breeding, scent kink (armpit), body worshipping, almost caught, derogatory language used, ass referred to as cunt, and cumming hands free.
Word count — 7.1k
Summary — what was a random gloryhole hookup became a weekly occurrence. It was the usual session until the anonymous man wanted more.
Read before continuing — if you are younger than 18 or any of the warnings make you uncomfortable, this is your chance to turn around and leave. If there are no problems, you may continue.
It was late at night when you took your stroll, the sun having set along the horizon a couple of hours ago. The beaming sky and sweltering heat were replaced by darkness and cool, crisp air—somewhat damp and humid. The streetlights lining the area between the sandy beach and the hard concrete sliced the darkness, illuminating the sidewalk, while the beach remained in total darkness.
The once-packed businesses that lined the other side of the beach became vacant. The ambiance of people speaking, padded footsteps, and the occasional conflict ceased. You could hear your footsteps patting against the concrete and the faint, distant sounds of cars driving through Key Lento. The wind blowing caused the hanging palm trees to sway and rustle, and some sand particles from the beach dusted the sidewalk and your shoes.
Nightly strolls were the best, at times, if you avoided the more criminal and shady areas. The beach was probably the safest. You usually walked through the long stretch after working out at one of those twenty-four-hour gyms, or when you needed to get out, wanting to forget about your living situation and finances.
The sharp, salty, and fishy aroma of algae and other sources choked the air, enhanced by the cool air, which gave it a saltier, ozone-like scent. The smell didn’t bother you that much, but it was still putrid—an offense and assault to your nose. Your gaze moved to the empty, dark beach. While it wasn’t dirty per se, it wasn’t winning any of Leonida’s prizes or magazine titles as one of the state’s best beaches. Trash littered the grounds, embedded deep in the sand, but most of it has been cleaned by volunteers.
You saluted their efforts, unlike those rich bastards. They took an interest and decided to build marinas to dock their expensive yachts and boats, along with lavish resorts and homes, thereby gentrifying the area.
They always say that Key Lento was some sort of gateway to paradise, and apparently, they wanted to push the gateway further so people like you wouldn’t be allowed entry. You had a stable job, but due to the influx of wealthy individuals and real estate investment, you were barely above water. It felt like the ground was sinking beneath your feet, with your head inches away from being swallowed.
Rent and taxes were increasing, and your job wasn’t handing out promotions any time soon. The stress was getting to you, and this led to you relieving yourself with sex and walking at night. The walks did help, but sex was the ultimate relief you needed. Just the thought of dick made your pants feel tight, your dick chubbing in your underwear.
‘Shit, right now?’ you whined. You readjusted your pants, pulling at the fabric to free some space in your underwear. Thankfully, there wasn’t anybody out, otherwise you would’ve looked like a lunatic or some drug addict. You fiddle around with your pants, but it was temporary as your dick was filling the space, pushing the limits of your underwear.
Surveying the area, there weren’t many options to choose from to relieve your little predicament. The storefronts and restaurants were closed, meaning their bathrooms were as well. Then, your eyes fell on a conspicuous building in the middle of the beach. It was a sight for sore eyes, a beige brick building with a red-tiled roof and blue doors rose from the sandy expanses. It was a public bathroom and locker room. Perfect.
You didn’t hesitate, following the paved path with haste, your feet clamoring against the concrete as the beige building grew closer. Your dick bounced and throbbed, sensing that it was going to get the relief it needed. Pushing the blue door open, you were greeted with the typical public bathroom.
It was just as you expected—the metal stall doors, wide open, lined the grey-tiled walls, with urinals on the opposite side. The sinks sat beside the metal boxes with cracked, dirty mirrors; you could see rust chewing away at the metal pipes beneath the sinks. The buzzing of the light above was harsh, but it flickered and dimmed—probably needs maintenance. It kinda gave horror movie, killer vibes. Cleaning products mixed with the usual waste choked the air, another offense to your nose.
You sighed, groaning and tilting your head back. You didn’t want to be here, masturbating in some public bathroom on the beach, but you needed the privacy. It would do until you’ve dealt with your problem and return home. You peered into the various stalls, disgust visible on your face as you wondered if adult men were responsible for the mess cause there is no way a fully grown adult would do something like this.
The last two stalls were the cleanest, not as filthy as piss-stained tiled floors or shit smeared on the toilet bowl or seating—even on the stall itself. Stepping into the stall and examining the seat, you verified it was safe before closing and locking the metal door. You pulled down your pants and whipped out your throbbing cock. The piece of meat plopping out of your underwear, bouncing up and down, precum glistened your tip as it twitched with eagerness and the freedom of being out of its clothing cage.
Sitting on the seat, you gasped softly as the cold ceramic touched your ass cheeks. Your back pressed against the tank, your legs spread open and extended to the corners of the stall, as your hand wrapped around your sensitive cock. Muttering under your breath as a blooming warmth filled your body, muscles relaxing as you let your hand do the work, giving long, circular strokes.
Your breathing hitched, choking on your spit as you tapped your fingertips against the swollen tip, spreading the tiny split to show oozing precum. Using your free hand to scroll on your phone, you opened the Sniffies site—curious to see all the hot men and dicks in your area or from the nearby metropolis of Vice City. You used the site before; the easiest way to score dick and delve into some fantasy you wanted to try.
“Fuck… thats so huge.” You whined, slowing your stroking game to view the massive dick on your screen. It was 8.5 inches long with decent thickness. Looking through the profile and pictures provided, the guy was lean and cute, twenty-three years old, and straight-curious, but sadly, he was ten miles away. You would’ve loved to slobber on his dick, show him that a man knows another man’s pleasure.
Your area was a dry wasteland, drier than the Sahara Desert. Nobody was only online, but a profile piqued your interest. Not only was he the only one online, but he was surprisingly close. Clicking on the profile, there were no pictures, but information.
31m, 6’2, 215 lbs, 9” inches, muscular, dom top (breeder), straight.
‘Straight?’ you thought. It wasn’t uncommon for straight men to go onto these types of sites, wanting to have sex with men without vocally coming out to their loved ones, even going as far as to cheat on their wives, or they want to gaslight themselves into thinking that it's not gay as long as they’re not the ones being penetrated. Straight men confuse you. It's truly mind-boggling in their reasoning.
While you were deep in your thoughts, the man was coming closer. The distance was being slashed as the other guy was interested in getting his dick sucked.
Jason groped his massive bulge, squeezing his dick through his pants as he looked at your profile. The original plan was to go home and maybe pick up a hookup along the way to have a warm pussy wrap around his massive, throbbing dick. He needed some relief after nearly botching an operation and having his ass reprimanded by his employer. There were none, though, so he moved on to plan B.
He became aware of Sniffies from one of his colleagues. It was a gay hook-up site where gay and straight, even trans, men could find one another. The reason he was told this was that he wasn’t scoring any pussy and his distant, horny mind was interfering with work. He needed his balls to be drained, to have a hot mouth or pussy milk his dick. That’s when his partner suggested the site.
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“That’s fucking gay. Why would I have another man suck me?” Jason bickered, taken aback by what was being said to him. There was no way in hell that he was going to fuck or stick his dick into another man. His dick was exclusively for pussy.
“Bro, I swear, he sucked my dick better than my girl. Plus, he gave me the feeling of anal!” the guy said, going into depth about gay sex and the sensational feeling and orgasm he experienced—the greatest bust in his life.
“Whatever, man, I’m not doing that gay shit,” Jason said, dismissing the other guy, but his dick throbbed at the thought. It's like his dick has a mind of its own; it doesn’t care if the hole or mouth belongs to a man or woman. It just wants to fuck.
“You're lost, dude.”
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Despite being against the idea of having another man suck his dick, Jason hastily created a profile, adding some information but no pictures in case someone recognized him. He had to look up some terms used, but it wasn’t long before he was browsing the map. His neurons activated when he saw the various profiles. His dick jumped at the sight of another man’s ass, blood pumping into his massive piece of flesh as he scrolled through the man’s pictures.
Without shame, Jason dipped his hand into his pants, pushing past his underwear to stroke his dick. He walked and stroked, observing several profiles on the map, squeezing his dick and licking his lips whenever he saw ass. The filtering tool was heaven-sent, removing all the tops and showing the bottoms. Then, your profile popped up. You were the closest to him, and you were online—a green marker on the top.
“Fuck… that’s a fat ass.” Jason groans, looking up from his phone to see the approximation of your location via the map. Your profile showed you were close, inside a building on the beach. It didn’t take long for him to find what he was looking for: a public bathroom structure.
‘Bingo’
You heard the bathroom door swing open, the hinges squeaking and producing an ear-shattering screeching sound that echoed in the empty bathroom. You jolted up, your relaxed body tensed. You sat up straight, no longer leaning against the tank as if you were in your room. Your legs closed and sprang back from the corners.
‘Why is someone here?! Is it that guy? Has to be.’ Your cock jumped at the thought of that man being here and his nine-inch dick. It has you drooling, your body physically reacting by producing saliva in anticipation of you getting your hands and mouth wrapped around it. How would it taste? How would it feel in your hands? Is he lying about his size?
The man’s heavy footsteps echoed, his shoes clicking against the tiled floors as his shadow came into view. You turned off your phone and held your breath. The stall door next to yours swung open, creating the same screeching before slamming closed. Your gaze followed his feet, and that’s when you noticed a huge hole cut out in the metal between the stalls.
‘Oh… OH’
You stumbled upon a gloryhole. This was a turn of events. You’ve seen glory holes in porn videos, but never in real life. The idea of sucking an anonymous man’s dick through a hole in the wall made your dick pump and your hole weep. Hearing the other man’s groans as you vigorously sucked and drained his dick—imagining his face twisted with pure pleasure as he pumped loads down your throat, feeding you his thick cum.
Your breathing became shallower, your hand returning to stroking as you tried to see the other side. Then a deep, masculine voice called from the other side.
“Suck my dick,” The anonymous man said. He didn’t give you time to respond before pushing his dick and balls through the hole. He wasn’t giving you an option; he was commanding you. There was no room for opposition as his dick stood tall and proud, clearly arrogant about its length and thickness. You could sense that he was a macho man from his tone, but by goodness, did his dick look appealing.
It's like you were hypnotized by it, salivating at the mouth, and your brain short-circuited and shut down as your instincts told you to suck it. Nine inches of meat and veined thickness, throbbing from the cold bathroom air and the expectation of a warm mouth sucking it. The flustered, red cockhead was leaking pearly beads of precum. Your eyes traveled down to see his dusted, heavy, egg-shaped balls.
Your night just got better.
Hastily kneeling on the bathroom floor, giving you a further close-up of this anonymous man’s massive cock. Everything about it screamed dominance and control—demanding your submission to it. Your mind is hazy with lust and need as you start to get to work on the man’s massive cock.
You gave experimental licks, dragging your wet tongue along the skin and veins. You could hear the man biting back his breathing, but that was gonna change. You moved your mouth to his heavy, sagging balls, sucking on them with vigor and with the intent to make him vocal. You wanted to hear those groans and moans, knowing that you were giving a straight man better head than his past partners or hookups.
Your head buried between his balls, his massive cock resting on your face as you serviced him. Your tongue swirled and pulled at them; you could feel how heavy and full his sack was in your mouth. You can tell he was backed up, his hot cum waiting to spurt out of his dick, eager to be milked.
As you sucked on them, a salty taste landed on your buds—must have been sweating in his pants all day. His pheromones were overwhelming, intoxicating even as your nose pressed against the source—buried deep in his sack. The musky and manly fumes are getting into your head, clouding your mind and senses.
You continued to inhale his delicious, musky scent, your eyes rolled back, making you want to stay in this position for the rest of the night. It was like you were caged by his scent, bound to kneel and suck for eternity—something you wouldn’t mind.
You continued to massage the man’s balls with your mouth, lathering them with your saliva and flicking the sacks. Your wish was granted as the man was becoming vocal. His heavy breathing and moans bounced off the walls as the straight, macho facade dropped.
“Yeah… keep sucking… f-fuck.” Jason’s breathing faltered as he let out deep, manly moans. He held onto the metal wall, amazed by how eagerly you sucked. More moans and groans choked out as you began to multitask, stroking his dick while sucking his balls. Your hand was firmly gripping and stroking his meat, a simple stroke, but you were purposefully milking him—squeezing strings of precum out of his slit and spreading it on his sensitive tip.
Jason didn’t want to admit it, but that bastard was right. This was better than anything he’s experienced before. You were a passionate and eager slut, going for his dick’s weak points. It felt like he was about to have a mind-numbing orgasm, and this was just you worshipping his nuts and stroking.
‘What would his mouth feel—’
You pulled back and didn’t wait to breathe as you wrapped your eager, wet mouth around the man’s shaft. The taste of his bitter precum hit first before subsiding as you bobbed your head up and down. Your tongue swirled and toyed with the slit, lapping and drinking the precum that oozed before shifting to the rest of his dick. You tightened your lips around his shaft, suctioning and hollowing your cheeks for better effectiveness. You could feel every ridge and vein as you took him deeper into your throat; the remaining inches were covered by your hand.
“Oh yeah,” Jason moaned, “That’s fucking good.”
“Mmmm,” you moaned back, happily taking the compliment. You were determined to rock this straight man’s world, drain his heavy balls, and give him the best earth-shattering orgasm.
You kept bobbing your head, taking as much into your mouth before stopping, cockwarming the anonymous man’s massive dick. The heavy piece of meat throbbed and gushed as it reveled in the warm, wet oral cavern. Jason felt like his dick was melting and being cooked, leading to more vocal responses and heavy breathing.
“Wish I knew you gays were this cock hungry… would’ve done this sooner,” Jason moans, his balls tightening and churning as he teeters on the brink of his orgasm. The only thing on the older man’s mind was to cum down your throat—reward you for your service with his hot, thick cum. He conjures the image of you swallowing his seed, kneeling and looking at him with your fucked out eyes.
You grinned. You had this straight man wither before you, his moans, groans, and praises filled your ears. It gave you a sense of control and dominance over him. He was like this because of you. His massive dick was hard and throbbing because of your mouth sucking the soul out of him. You were gonna have this man standing on his forefeet, toes clenching as his heavy sack was gonna be drained of his seed.
What an amazing feeling.
The feeling made your cock throb and ache. You wrapped your free hand around it and mimicked the way you were sucking. Long and deep strokes, spreading and lathering your cock with precum until it glistened in the fluorescent light. You shifted your knees to alleviate the stiffness, pulling back with a wet pop. You took deep breaths, your eyes half-lidded as you stared at the massive shaft—coated with precum and saliva, throbbing as it missed the warmth of your mouth wrapped around it.
You could hear he was disgruntled, asking with bated breaths about why you stopped and to wrap your mouth around his shaft again. You weren’t going to do that, instead opting to squeeze the flustered, swollen cockhead while mouthing and kissing the rest of his massive shaft.
“F-fuck… you love this dick, don’t you?” Jason moans. A deep, masculine laugh followed. Jason is aware of how magnificent and breathtaking his dick is. He was the whole package, physically wise: muscular, tall, and sporting a nine-inch dick—won the genetic lottery. He basked in the attention and admiration, purposefully going shirtless whenever he worked out, letting women ogle him, even men.
He didn’t mind men leering at him; he just didn’t wanna fuck them, until now.
“I do,” you replied, panting as you eagerly and desperately lick his dick before taking the shaft into your mouth. You moaned at the flavor and the heavy weight touching your tongue again. The vigor returned as you gulped and choked on every inch of the man’s shaft.
“Not gonna last much longer… be a good cocksucker… and take my seed—fuuuuuckkkk!” Jason roared out. He slammed his hips into the metal wall, pushing his dick further into your mouth as he stood on his toes. His body shook from the force, his backed-up balls unleashing weeks' worth of cum.
You could feel his dick expanding in your mouth, see his balls throbbing and tightening as he was pushed to the edge. The first shots of cum hit the back of your throat. You tried to swallow as much as you could, but your lungs were burning. You choked and pulled back, gasping for air, which soothed the burning sensation in your chest.
But the man’s dick didn’t stop cumming as his thick seed painted your face—shooting ropes of cum all over your face. After taking a couple of seconds to breathe and to reposition, you promptly took his dick back into your mouth. The flavor of his cum rammed into your taste buds as you could hear the man’s guttural moans echoing in the small space.
Even after Jason deposited his load, he was shocked to feel you continuing to bob your head. He stuttered out a weak moan, almost falling back as you squeezed his dick and balls, intending to drain the last few drops; you were sucking on it like a straw in a cold glass drink.
For three minutes, you sucked on his massive cock before pulling back, satisfied having drained a massive one. Jason’s dick lay flaccid, which still looked big despite being deflated. It was sad to see it pulled back from the hole. You could hear the rustling of clothing and hastened retreat. The stall door squeaked open with the familiar sound of shoes clicking against the tiled floor, growing farther.
“Thanks, man.”
That was the only thing the anonymous man said before leaving the bathroom. You were left in the bathroom stall, disheveled and sweaty, with your hand and the floor coated in ropes of cum. You weakly pushed yourself up, your knees flustered and ached as your skin dug into the rough tiled floor.
“Nasty, can’t believe I actually did this,” you mumbled, sitting on the toilet seat and yanking the cheap toilet paper from the holder. It was a fantasy to suck or fuck another man in public—in a discreet area, but it has the same adrenaline and risk that made your cock throb. Maybe you would’ve picked a more desirable location than a dirty bathroom on the beach, but you got to suck a massive dick.
That dick definitely and righteously earned its place as number one. The length and thickness, how it felt heavy and filled your mouth, and the flavor—you could keep sucking on it all day for the next fifty years.
But disappointingly, he was straight and most likely a one-time hookup. You should’ve expected something like this. You wiped off any remaining cum with the cheap toilet paper provided before leaving the stall to wash your hands. The room was quiet, other than the rushing sound of water going down the drain and your soft breathing.
Leaving the bathroom, you began your journey home. When you turned on your phone, the Sniffies website opened and loaded, showing you a new notification in your inbox.
“Name's Jason. Gonna need my dick sucked from now on.” The message reads, and below it was another picture of that massive dick.
Jason made you his official cocksucker.
…
It became a weekly, more like a daily occurrence.
Same bathroom and stalls, at the same time, but recently, morning and afternoon times were added. Jason was sticking his thick, massive cock through the hole, and you were quick to get your knees and worship that massive thing. Your warm mouth wrapped around it, eagerly sucking and choking as you wanted Jason to feed you his thick, creamy seed. You wanted to hear him let out those deep, manly groans as he unloads inside your mouth.
Never in a million years would Jason consider fucking another man, let alone getting his dick sucked. But after his encounter with you and how you sucked and gulped every drop of his cum down your gullet, he wanted more. Best blowjobs he’s ever received, his heavy balls being drained every day by an eager cocksucker. Your service also helped him with performance during an operation, earning praise and a bigger cut from his employer.
He was satisfied, but Jason wanted more. His dick and mind yearned for the feeling of another man’s tight ass wrapped around it. This need was further exacerbated by an extreme and fierce intake of gay porn and his partner babbling about how ass is better than pussy. You’re the best throat he’s had in years, and if your mouth is that good, he could only imagine what your ass feels like.
Your legs and cheeks spread open, your tiny rosebud eagerly waiting to be spilt. It wouldn’t be difficult to mount and fuck you into the ground. His dick leaked as he visualized the feeling and appearance of your tight anal walls clenching around his massive dick, pulling it deeper as he aggressively jackhammered your ass. He wasn’t going to stop until you were fucked dumb by his dick, nothing in your head, just moans and pleas for him to continue.
He was going to make this happen.
“Wanna fuck that ass.”
It was a simple, clear message, but it had you walking fast, quickening your pace as you didn’t hesitate to fulfill your own and his desire. Ever since you saw Jason’s dick through the gloryhole on that day, you wanted to feel it split your ass open and fuck you into oblivion. The length pushing into your tight, warm ass—deep thrusts as he rearranged your guts. The thickness spreading your anal walls, you could feel every vein and ridge grinding against your nerves, and his heavy balls slapping and mushing against yours. Despite being drained daily, they were still pumping huge loads—painting and filling your mouth with the thick goodness.
You could feel your hole aching and itching for Jason’s massive cock. The inside is burning and leaking for more, desperate to feel everything. The dildo you used beforehand might have been the reason for the aching sensation, and now, with the promise of being rammed by Jason, it demanded the real thing—rejecting the fake, silicon toy for the real deal.
You had been waiting for this moment. You didn’t want to bring it up in case it scared Jason away, and you’d lose access to easy dick and cum. At least, deep down, you had a hunch he’d come around eventually; they always do.
It was early in the morning, the sun having risen hours ago. You could see the once-closed businesses opening their doors and preparing for the day. There was a delicious, mouthwatering smell that mingled with the salty ozone aroma, the scent of food vendors, and the aroma of restaurants cooking their meals. There weren’t many people out, just scattered clusters along the sidewalk—no one on the beach.
Once you arrive at the bathroom, you do what you’ve been doing for the past couple of weeks: you wait for the accustomed sound. As you waited, a pit formed in your stomach. Your heart beat, and your breathing quickened, adrenaline rushing as an internal conflict took place. What if he chickens out, leaving you embarrassed and your time wasted? What if the wrong guy comes? Can you take it?
The big moment came when the door echoed the familiar squeaking and screeching. Footfalls clicked against the tiled floor, growing closer with each long stride. Then your stall closed and locked. You looked up, and your eyes were blessed with the sight of the sexiest man alive.
He had a polished yet rugged appearance—maturity that you liked. Light stubble dusted his chin and defined jawline, snaking beneath his nose. The rest of his features were covered. The wayfarer-style sunglasses blocked his eyes, but you could feel them boring into your being, predatory and hungry for what's coming next. He sported a backwards cap with strands of hair peaking out and sticking to his forehead.
That’s when you noticed he was sweating. Your gaze shifted to the rest of his body, taking in the eye candy that Jason was. His light-skinned complexion glistened with sweat, the fluid coating every nook and cranny. You made an educated guess about what he worked out before coming here. You zeroed in on his thick pectoral slabs; chest hair peeked from underneath his white tank top. You could make out the shape of his nipples—they were solid and pointy.
His tank top stuck to him like a second skin, giving you a full viewing pleasure of his ripped, sculpted body. His abs are etched deep and defined with bulging biceps and thighs as thick as trees. Everything about Jason was making you salivate and unimaginably horny—the itching was getting worse.
“Like what you see?” Jason teased, smirking as he peeled his sweaty tank top, revealing his chest hair matted with sweat. Your gaze followed the trail of hair, starting from his pectorals down the valley of his sculpted, defined abs. Your dick jumped when Jason peeled off his shorts, the belt clicking and clanking as he discarded it—tossing the garment to the side. His massive dick hangs between his thick, tree trunk thighs.
“Come on, don’t keep me waiting.” Jason grins, raising his muscular arm over his head, exposing his furry patch. Words stuck in your throat as Jason starts tugging his dick, the massive shaft growing in his hand.
You quickly stripped off your clothing, pulling and yanking at the fabric. Your heart was thumping, giddy with the anticipation of feeling Jason’s muscular body pressing against yours. The dream you’ve been having for weeks was coming true. You painted vivid images of Jason’s body, and he fit the description. You imagined running your hands over his shredded form, fingertips gliding over his coarse, scruffy hair, and feeling his warm, solid body molding against you.
Once your clothing was discarded, Jason paused his tugging and reached out to pull you closer. You let out a “oof” as you were pressed against the man’s solid, sweaty body. You could feel his dick throbbing against your thigh, pulsing from the contact of your relatively cold skin.
What caught your attention was Jason’s masculine funk. The man still had his arm over his head, letting his funk fill the air around you. It was making your head dizzy, causing it to swirl around in circles. Your breathing deepened as the heady scent filled your nose. Your body moved on its own, and without pause, you went in for that funk—burying your head and inhaling the sublime, heady mix of sweat and pheromones.
“Fuuucckk.” Jason exhaled, chuckling as he watched you worship his pit. You were something else. Hell, maybe he’s bisexual. He’s never experienced such depravity and eagerness.
You weren’t in control of your body as your primal instincts took over. You didn’t just sniff, you ran your tongue over the furry patch, licking and probing while your other hand kneaded Jason’s pecs. You began to thrust your hips, grinding your aching dick against Jason’s thick thighs—with him moving in rhythm.
“T-that’s it… keep g-going,” Jason stutters, letting out breathy and throaty moans. His free hand moves down to grope your ass, marveling at how it fills and spills through his fingers. Men have fat asses, too? Just feeling your ass in his palm was making his dick ooze precum—smearing against your thigh as he followed your eager rhythm. Your bodies moved in unison.
You licked slowly down his armpit, gliding your tongue to his hairy pecs as you wanted to feel every crevice of Jason’s body. Your dick throbbed from feeling Jason’s rough hands squeezing your ass—smearing fluids on his thigh. Soft moans escaped your lips, muffled by sucking and biting on his nipples. Jason tilts his head back, and another moan pulls from his lips. As much as he was enjoying this, he needed to be inside you.
“That’s enough. Now, how about you get my dick wet? I want to feel this tight ass.” Jason said, slapping your ass cheek, the skin rippling from the impact of his palm—the sound echoing off the tiled walls.
You didn’t hesitate, licking your way down his body, past his navel, following the happy trail to your happy meal. Kneeling before Jason’s ripped, dominant body, his dick came into your view, erect and standing proud, beads of sticky precum oozing, and his heavy, furry balls dangling. You took the massive thing into your mouth, lips tightening around it as it glided back and forth—holding and ramming your tonsils over and over.
Jason groans in ecstasy as he hears you slobbering and choking on his dick. Your wet mouth coating his thing with copious amounts of saliva, lathering and preparing it for penetration. He moved his hands to the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair—guiding and holding you in place. Your mouth was enough to make him cum, but he held back. If it were any other time, he would’ve fed you his load, but not now.
“Bend over.” Jason grunts, gripping your hair and pulling you off his dick.
You took deep breaths, eyes locked on Jason’s massive, glistening shaft—admiring the sight. Every ridge was generously lathered, the cockhead flustered and pulsing. You overworked your glands to produce enough saliva for preparation; you should’ve brought lube. When Jason spoke again, you scrambled off the floor and gripped the toilet’s tank—presenting your ass to the man who’s gonna fuck you as if you were a virgin.
“Mmm, this is what I like to see.” Jason groans, his hand making contact with your ass, delivering another slap that rocks your body. He marvels at your ass before lathering one and then two fingers.
You gasped as you felt Jason’s thick fingers teasing your hole, rimming the tight ring of muscles with his tips. Your hands hardened their grip on the ceramic tank, holding onto the porcelain for stabilization as Jason worked his fingers—stretching and scissoring your hole. You could feel them pressing around your inner walls, bumping and poking the flesh. It felt so good, your ass clenching around the invading fingers at the thought of Jason’s dick replacing them.
“So fucking tight,” Jason growls. He could hear your whines and moans growing louder as his fingers touched and rammed into a certain area. That must have been the elusive sweet spot inside of men. He could see your legs wobbling and your dick flopping between your legs—thick strings of precum gushing out as your dick was painfully throbbing and flustered.
Then Jason pulled his fingers out, deeming you prepared for the main event. He watched your entrance pulsing and clenching around nothing, searching for something to fill it and eagerly drag it in. Your hole went from stretched and gaping to small and tight—incredible. He needed to be inside you immediately.
You let out a disappointed whine, but that was quickly shut down when you felt a thick, blunt head pressing against your tight sphincter. Jason gripped his massive cock with one fist, positioning and pushing the helmet through your entrance. There was some resistance before his massive shaft pierced the tight ring, his cockhead stretching your hole as a flash of pain consumed you.
“Oh, f-fuck… y-you’re so huge.” You cried, your fingers digging into the ceramic tank. If it were a cheap toilet, the damn thing would’ve shattered from the force you were applying. You stood on your forefeet, your legs and body shivering as Jason continued to push his massive cock until he was balls deep—his heavy sack mashing against yours.
The oxygen was knocked out of you, and drool dribbled out of your mouth as you choked on your saliva. Your chest heaved rapidly as you tried to calm down and relax. Your mind was racing, but the immense sexual pleasure clouded you. This man was making you feel like a virgin again.
Your asshole is being split open beyond belief, the burning sensation from the massive shaft grinding against your inner, pink walls. You could feel Jason’s dick breaching depths you didn’t know were possible.
“Shhiitt. Fucking tight. Feels like I’m about to cum.” Jason said, letting out a bellowing groan. His rough, meaty hands moved to your hips, gripping them with an iron hold. Jason withheld from thrusting, biting back so he doesn’t cum, but you were making that impossible. Your ass was massaging and tightening around him, pulling him deeper.
The pause was grueling. It felt tight, figuratively and literally. The tight, closed space of the stall was becoming unbearable. There was no sound besides labored breathing and soft moans. The pause ended when Jason pulled out, leaving the cockhead before plummeting back into your ass. The once quiet room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping and moans.
Your eyes rolled back into your head from each forceful thrust—your dick flopping back and forth, slapping against Jason’s balls. Jason tilted his head back, groaning as this was the best sex he’s had in years. Your ass happily accepts his massive dick, seemingly learning the shape and size instantly.
“You like this dick inside this hot cunt?” Jason groans, slapping your ass with each thrust of his hips
“Y-yes! Feels so good.” You exclaimed, breathless with each thrust. Your dick is on the verge of shooting its load.
Then the bathroom’s entrance screeched open, the sound reverberating off the walls. Before you could react, Jason pulled you against his body—his sweaty, matted hair grinding against your back. He stilled his thrust and clasped his meaty hand on your mouth, ensuring total silence. You both listened to the clicking of sandals against the floors, followed by the familiar sound of piss streaming and hitting the urinal.
Jason didn’t care, though. This random stranger wasn’t going to prevent him from fucking your tight ass. He discreetly fucks you with short but deep thrusts. Your eyes widen before becoming half-lidded when you feel his free hand stroking your dick—each stroke mimicking his thrusts as he was determined to fuck your brains out.
He didn’t care that another man was a couple of feet away from them.
“Shhh. As much as I wanna hear those moans, I don’t wanna get caught—unless you want that.” Jason purrs into your ear, his voice low and deep. He never thought he’d be into exhibitionism, but the adrenaline was making his dick painfully throbbing inside your ass, signaling his impending orgasm.
“You want that?” Jason growls, disregarding the other man as he delivers a series of deep thrusts. Wet squelching and skin slapping grow louder—surely alerting the newcomer. Your moans were muffled by Jason’s hand, but you didn’t care, not with his other hand stroking your dick, tugging and squeezing the thing as he fully intended to make you cum.
Meanwhile, the other man was cleaning off his cockhead after relieving himself in the urinal. He bobbed his head side to side, jamming out to the music playing from his headphones. He was unaware of the debauchery happening a couple of feet away. That’s when he heard muffled groans and gruffing coming from the last stall. He shrugged it off as someone taking a dump—brave since it was a public bathroom; if it were him, he’d hold it in till he got home.
The groaning got louder, slicing through the stream of water from the faucet—even his headphones. Wow, that guy must be fighting demons. Probably constipation. Then he heard banging against the metal sheets, fists colliding in rhythm, and the signature groan ranging. It was getting kind of awkward. The poor guy was probably embarrassed about letting it rip.
“Good luck, dude,” the guy said, drying his hands and exiting the bathroom to continue his morning jog across the beach. He remained blissfully unaware that two men were having sex in the stall—the groaning and banging were products of their coupling.
“Finally, he’s gone… not gonna last much longer. Gonna breed this tight cunt.” Jason growls, removing his hand from your mouth. His thrusts became sloppy, but he continued to jackhammer your quivering hole. He’s since removed his hand from your dick, transferring it to your hips.
“P-please, shoot your load inside me!” you begged, tilting your head back to rest on Jason’s shoulders—arching your back to let him go deeper. Your prostate was constantly being rammed into, the cockhead hitting the bundle of nerves—setting your body ablaze as the message of pleasure travelled through you. You let your moans pour out of your mouth, no longer shackled by shame and Jason’s hand.
Jason didn’t get to respond when you overshadowed him with your bellowing moans. Your flopping dick burst, spraying cum all over the ground and toilet. Your thick seed flying up and down as you came hands-free. The orgasm left you exhausted, panting, and heaving as it felt like your soul was taken by the reaper. Jason held you close to him, pressing your sweaty bodies against each other.
“Oh fuck, I’m about to bust! Open that tight cunt.” Jason commanded as his dick was being suffocated. Your orgasm caused you to tighten around him, squeezing and milking him.
“Y-yes! B-breed…” you replied, completely out of it, but still hungry for Jason and his thick seed.
“Yeah, here it comes—yeah—yeah—fuuucckk,” Jason growls and groans, his body convulsing. He gave a few more thrusts, his heavy balls throbbing against yours as his big dick erupted in your ass. You could feel his dick throbbing before thick ropes of cum spewed from the slit, flooding your deepest recesses until his balls were drained.
You both were drained and exhausted. The smell of sex and semen choked the air. You both were panting, taking gulps of air. Jason kept his dick lodged deep inside you, preventing his seed from gushing out of your fucked hole. This was the best experience you both had. Jason is certain he can never go back; the damage was done, and he’ll gladly take it.
“Round 2? At my place?”
The End
Author’s note: Hello, my strawberries! I hope y’all enjoyed this fic! This is probably the fastest I’ve completed one. I feel like I really captured Jason. God, I need that man. There is certainly more content for him. Mark Grayson may be next.
Special thanks to my proofreader: @sagethegaywitch
I asked someone else before but I am curious about your opinion on the matter, in between a centaur and a minotaur what would be more morally correct to have an intimate relationship with?
(Considering the both of them have the thinking capacity of an adult man and able to give consent of course)
surely a minotaur cause the body is fully human man just the face that isn't. 🫢
𝚂𝚈𝙽𝙾𝙿𝚂𝙸𝚂: you and benedict have a complex relationship. he is an upper-class gentleman, and you are nothing but a lower-class servant. given the times, he knows he shouldn't but he can't help but want you and he always manages to get what he wants.
I've always admired the Bridgerton family. They gave me a job when I needed one most, took me in when everyone else just slammed their doors in my face, everyone else practically spat on the ground I walked on purely because I was a class below them... but not the Bridgertons. However, there was one Bridgerton in particular that I took interest in; Mr. Benedict Bridgerton. There is no one as kind, humble and... well as sexy as him, I masterbate nightly to the thought of him. Whether it's a simple hand graze that happens earlier that day or us momentarily locking eyes while I was busy scrubbing the floorboards, no matter how big or small it was certainly enough for me cum over.
It is definitely not one sided either, Benedict was all over me when I first started working as a servant in the house. He would make sure to always be in whatever room I was cleaning and always made sure to complain about how hot it was and that would normally be the excuse he would use to unbutton his shirt just enough to show off his chest, which doesn't seem like a lot.. but to me that was perfectly enough to have me swooning over him. But all of this would only happen when no one else was around, which wasn't that often. This went on for months until one night, when everyone was asleep, we ran into eachother on the staircase. We didn't have to say a word to one another to know what was about to go down in this stairwell.
all that pent up energy would be enough to send anyone over the edge, especially two extremely horny men.
“...Benedict, we can't.” I quietly mumble out as his face is inches from my own. He gently rests his forehead against my own as my eyes slowly flutter up to meet his, and I'm just pulled into his trance. I can't look away, I can't move. My body is frozen, trapped by his, but im exactly where I want to be. Benedict's hand slowly slides up my body, sending shivers down my spine. He finally reaches my mouth, and he gently caresses my lower lip with his thumb.
“I know you can't resist this.” he mumbles quietly in my ear as he ever so slightly pushes his thumb past my pink lips and into my mouth where he teases the tip of my tongue. My body tingling all over... especially my dick, my underwear feels like it swimming in my pre-cum, leaking like a facet and Mr. Bridgerton has hardly even touched me yet.
There's a deep sense of lust in the pit of my stomach that needs to be dug out by a certain man's appendage, but not now and definitely not on the stairs in his home where his family could appear round any corner. “You're so handsome.” Benedict coos in my ear as he pulls his fingers out of my mouth and stares at me for a moment before gently putting them into his own mouth.
After Benedict has sucked my spit off his fingers and coated it with his own, he pulls it out and reaches around my body as he slides down into the back of my trousers, into my underwear as he slick, wet fingers caresses my tight pucker gently pushing in. My hands reach up and grip his shoulders as I gasp out in pain, which slowly subsides and turns into a deep feeling of pleasure. “B-Benedict” I coo out as my knees become weak.
Benedict wiggles his index and pointer finger, edging them further into my asshole curling it just enough that it gently presses against the sweet spot that hasn't ever been touched. “Fuck... you're so tight” he whispers in my ear, enjoying how speechless I have become, I am completely trapped against him. Benedict has complete control over my pleasure, which is something he extremely enjoying.
He keeps his fingers curling back and forth in my ass while he brings his free hand up to my face as he caresses my chin. “Open wide.” he says in his usual low whisper, making sure not to make too much noise in case someone is nearby. I don't even think about it, my body just naturally obeys his command, that's the hold he has over me. He places his thumb against my lower lip as he spits in my mouth, “good boy.” he says with a smug smirk on his face. I immediately swallow every last drop of his sweet spit, wishing he would do it again... and again, and again.
Benedict starts to curl his fingers at a much faster pace, pushing deeper and deeper against my g-spot that causes a sweet sensation to run through my entire body. “o-oh my” I stutter out as I grip his shoulder as I grind my clothed dick against his own hardened groin. “B-Benedict” I let out a quiet whimper as I gasp for air as a knot in my stomach tightens as I come undone all in my underwear. My knees become weak as I ride that orgasmic sensation.
i've never been touched like this before.
Benedict pulls his fingers out of my ass slowly with a slight pop sound which makes us both laugh. He brings his two fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean, “I love how good you taste.” he bites his lip softly before stepping back, giving me more room as I breathe heavily.
that sensation is something I wont ever forget.
Benedict grabs his hard cock and smirks, “Maybe another time you could... you know” he chuckles slightly before leaning in and pecking my lips softly before pulling away once more. There's a moment of silence between the two of us, his eyes flicker up and down my body before he makes eye contact again, “...tomorrow, nine o'clock. i'll pick you up and take you to My Cottage... and I promise you it'll be a night you'll never forget.” he says with that smug smile again, he knows exactly what he does to me. the control he has over me... he knows all of this, so, of course I say yes.
