Before anybody else could react, Ty placed his tray on the side of the counter and squatted down to assist the soup-drenched dude. He helped him back on his feet and jumped to the utensil station, grabbing a handful of napkins.
“See?” Leon said, “You probably just hit a nerve or something when you talked to him.”
“Maybe,” Dane replied, still watching Ty, who was now joined by several others, helping clean up the mess. Dane sucked his cheeks in and bit on them as if this would help to endure the possibility that Ty might not be a bad guy but just didn’t like him. Though, if that were true, what drove Ty to be so mean to him would be even more incomprehensible.
Leon took a bite of the pizza, and Dane decided to join him. As they ate, Dane’s eyes were drawn again and again toward Ty, now smiling at the soup-drenched dude, who couldn’t stop thanking him. Ty raised his head, thrusting his chest out, and looked across the room until his eyes fixed on Dane. Uncertain if this was accidental, Dane turned his head to check if Ty was looking at someone else, only to remember that he was in acorner and no one else was behind him. Ty’s smile widened to a grin as he continued glancing at him as if to say,‘Look, I’m not a bad guy, but you’ll never get to see my good side, you fucker.’Dane narrowed his eyes while Ty’s eyebrows twitched upwards as if he were trying to provoke Dane to come at him here and now.
Dane clenched his fingers into a fist.What the fuck was Ty’s problem?
THURSDAY, 06:58 P.M.
Long orange beamsof the setting evening sun lightened the bookshelves that stretched to the ceiling.
A deep sigh escaped Dane as he closed his laptop. He watched the woman, who had spent the last two hours disheveling her hair as she flipped through Nietzsche’s “Beyond Good and Evil” at the desk next to him, limp away as if she had fought the war of a lifetime. His mood couldn’t have been more opposite. He had gotten through half the outstanding citations in the paper despite having trouble concentrating due to the incidents this morning. Only two more books, and then he would’ve finished the entire thing—unfortunately, one of them was the one that had been missing since before noon. He had returned to the shelf whenever his brain needed a small break from reading, hoping it would have magically appeared, but the last time he checked, about half an hour ago, it was still awol.
Somehow, Dane was bugged by the fact that the same was true for Ty. He should’ve been happy that he hadn’t been around, distracting him with his constant reminders to be quiet and unhelpful hisses at everyone who asked him for help. Instead, Dane’s brain decided to think about Ty even more now that he wasn’t present—as if Ty left a part of his soul with Danewhen they crashed into each other earlier, now mocking him from inside his head whenever he tried to concentrate.
Dane shoved his laptop into his backpack and held his chin high. For now, all that was left on his to-do list was bringing back the lent books and then pretending to head home, when in reality, he would be sneaking toward the third-floor restroom.
Just the thought of going there made Dane’s dick twitch. He looked around, and even though the hall had emptied during the last half hour, there were still a handful of guys who also seemed to check out the scene. So the chances were high that Dane wouldn’t have to wait long until someone would come there to help him release the tension that had been built up throughout the day.
His first time there happened about half a year ago. It wasn’t even planned, a mere accident. When he went there, he didn’t know that the restroom was a spot for anonymous blowjobs. He just needed to follow nature’s call after meeting with one of his roommates in the computer science section (which is on the third floor, right next to it—it’s always deserted, probably one of the reasons why the restroom up there was destined to become the spot for that kind of encounters).
He stood at the urinal. Unusual sounds caught his attention. It took him a second to place them, but when he realized that what he heard was someone getting his dick sucked, he instantly became hard. Maybe he should’ve left those two guys to themselves, but the silent noises of pleasure, the suppressed moans that gave away how both of them had a good time, made him stay.
It wouldn’t hurt anyone if he jerked off while listening to them.
Dane scanned the room. The sinks and entrance were around the corner, and the urinals had separators. The entire layoutprotected him from prying eyes, even if someone were to walk in on him.
His fingers wrapped around his erection. The thrill of listening to the guys getting at it, combined with the location and the risk of someone walking in, made him so horny that he knew he needed to drop a load, too. Otherwise, he would’ve had to step out of here with a boner, and that would’ve been even worse, wouldn’t it? He moved his fingers up and down his shaft, pulling his foreskin back and forth. No one was waiting at home for him anyway, and all of this was so spontaneous and hot. Why shouldn’t he?
After a minute, the sounds quieted, and the door to one of the stalls flew open. Dane stopped moving his hand and focused his eyes on the wall. He didn’t dare to look at who was leaving, hoping the other person would ignore him, too.
When he heard the entrance door bumping into its casing, he let out a huge breath. The guy was gone.
Wait.
Dane froze in place.
Why didn’t they leave together?
Dane leaned back to get a look at the cabins. When he entered, the two doors in the back were closed. Only the second-to-last door was now open.
What if they didn’t leave together because they didn’t enter together?
He had heard about glory holes before and knew the person giving the blowjobs often stayed for a couple of men. Could this be that kind of arrangement?In a public library?If so, does that mean… he could also enter and get his dick sucked?
Dane wrinkled his nose and pricked up his ears, his dick still throbbing in his hand. The faint rustling of someone still waiting in the cabin became audible—no sounds of pulling up a zipper, unrolling toilet paper, or flushing.
His brain was racing. Gloryholes areanonymous. No one would know it was him, just like he wouldn’t know who was on the other side either. Sure, he wasn’t gay, but he had been single for months and wasn’t seeing anyone right now. Plus, a mouth is a mouth. He could just imagine a woman—heck, who knew if it maybe even was? So he hid his hard dick inside his pants—just in case someone else was barging in—and shuffled to the empty stall. The door squeaked as he pushed it open. His gaze was immediately drawn to a hole at the height of his crotch, just big enough to fit a fist through—or a penis.
A finger appeared inside of it. It beckoned him forward in a come hither motion. Was this the sign that the person on the other side was willing to suck him? It had to be. What else could it mean? Dane didn’t have to be asked twice. He entered the stall, ensured the door was locked, and unzipped his pants quicker than he could’ve spelled the word Gloryhole.
Ever since that day, he has gone there at least once per week. It was easy and more relaxing than wanking at home, and everyone involved got what they wanted from it—a casual way to release some tension.
So when he reached the third floor today, his dick was already hard in anticipation of hopefully someone ready to suck him, making him forget about everything he went through today.
He shoved the door open, wandered inside, and as soon as the door behind him had fallen shut, paused, listening to find out if someone was in there.
