Ahhh, this was what Josiah had been looking for. He stood next to the wall for a while getting his bearings, maybe working up the nerve to move into the room, but then he started walking through the room.
Watching.
That was what he’d been looking for. He had wanted to watch something illicit, something anonymous. Here I was finally able to see all of him instead of just his back. His chest had a small amount of hair, but not too much. It was left to nature and I loved that he wasn’t a preener. He had small brown nipples that began to pebble the longer he watched.
His chest began to rise and fall more rapidly. When he found a big guy, almost my size, being sucked through that wall, he stopped and stayed. His hand worked underneath his towel and he started massaging his cock while he watched the big guy getting serviced in front of him. Why had he stopped there?
Was he imagining it was me?
Was he imagining it was him on the other side of that wall? Did he want to be down on his knees for me?
That thought had me moving out of the shadows and toward the man who was quickly becoming an obsession. It was time to show Josiah how free he could feel with the right person.
Chapter 5
Josiah
I was doing it.I was actually doing it! I’d never even considered doing anything like this, but Sebastian had kept pushing and pushing. Calling me a prude for fuck’s sake. A prude! It was one thing when Presley joked around and called me that, but having it come from Father sex-on-a-stick. I just couldn’t take that.
Well I’d show him. I’d do this and then he could just shut his damned mouth.
Looking around once I made it past the entrance and front desk, the place seemed normal enough. There were sofas and TVs playing the sports channels. The only thing different was that every man here was wearing either a towel or underwear. I remembered the rules. No nudity in public areas. But the sauna, locker rooms, and other more private areas upstairs were a different story, and that was where I needed to go.
First, I went to the locker room and found my assigned locker. I got undressed and hit the showers to freshen up a bit. I had no intention of playing around tonight, but I didn’t want to smell like catered food, just in case. When I was squeaky clean, I wrapped a towel around my waist and started out to explore.
The rooms downstairs were for socializing and meeting friends or finding new play partners. No action down here, so I walked past these rooms and to the stairs. Up a flight of generic-looking steps was what I’d come here to see.
The stairs emptied out at the end of a long, wide hallway filled with bodies. I knew from the size of the building that the hall might be crowded, but the rooms were larger and should be less packed. I decided to check out the first room on the right and make my way through the rooms in order. I always had to have a plan. It let me stay in control.
The first room was definitely not for me. There was a wide platform with a man laid out on it, feet held aloft with chains from the ceiling. There were men standing in line to take their turn, with even more standing around watching and clearly enjoying what they were seeing. I moved quickly through the next few rooms with variations of the same thing. It seemed to be one gang bang after another, but that wasn’t what I was interested in. I had heard there was something specific here that I wanted to see for myself.
The last room on the right seemed more sterile than the more dimly lit rooms I’d visited already. There were walls and cubicles around the room, and I knew immediately what they were.
Glory holes
This was what I’d been searching for, but this seemed too much like bathroom stalls than anything I’d imagined before. I tried to see what was happening around the room, but the walls between the stalls prevented it.
I got frustrated after a few minutes and decided to finish looking in the rest of the rooms and then go home. I was disappointed. Even though I’d protested wanting to come here, I’d still had hopes that I’d find something I’d only ever dreamed about.
Filled with growing disappointment, I stepped into the next room across the hall, and I knew I’d found what I’d been looking for. This room was darker, more intimate than the others. It made it all seem more illicit somehow, and maybe that was on purpose. This room was for anonymity. You were on one side of the wall or the other, but neither one knew anything about the other. It was secret, naughty, dirty.
But this room had something the other glory room didn’t have. Anyone walking into this room, or even walking by, could see both sides of the wall and watch. I loved to watch. No one knew that about me, but watching other people was one of my biggest turn-ons. Seeing these guys on their knees or on the other side of the wall, heads thrown back in raw need. This was my drug, and I was about to take a massive hit.
I stood to the side of the door for a few minutes, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light, but I couldn’t stay still long. I needed to see everything. I started walking to the right and behind the guys standing there. The first one was occupied by a hulking bear of a man, furry and barrel-chested. He reminded me of Sebastian, and even more blood rushed to my cock, making it even more painful with want. It wasn’t him, but my mind filled in the blanks enough so that I could imagine him standing there, his face red with strain as he pumped what I could see was a huge cock into his partner’s waiting throat. Over and over, his furry ass flexing and pushing into his willing victim’s mouth. I could imagine the feeling of wet heat, grunting into a mouth ready and wanting to take whatever I gave it and beg for more. Then I was that mouth. I imagined being on my knees, expecting Sebastian’s swollen cock to appear through a hole in the wall while he waited for me to swallow it whole.
Fuck, I needed some relief, now. I was ready to burst, but I wasn’t ready to let my control go just yet. There was more to see.
I kept walking and watching, hand on my cock, naked except for the towel wrapped tightly around my hips. I circled the perimeter of the dimly lit room soaking in the sounds of grunting, slurping, choking. The growling was my favorite. I closed my eyes and focused on the sounds, then the smells of sex and sweat, and the dim smell of something else. It smelled familiar, but I couldn’t place it. Opening my eyes again, I stood at the end of a row watching both sides give and receive pleasure I usually denied myself. The more I stroked to the sight of these men openly taking what they wanted, on both sides of the wall, I asked myself one question.
“Josiah, why do you deny yourself the pleasure you so desperately want?”
I jumped and snatched my hand out from under my towel because that question hadn’t been in my head. No, it had been soft, barely a whisper, but it was in an all too familiar voice. I couldn’t be caught by him. It was so wrong. In my mind, I had one thought. It might be wrong, but it was deliciously wrong. I could protest all I wanted, and I would, even if I wanted nothing more than for him to see me. Catch me.
It wasn’t my fault, not really. I was intoxicated by this place, this room. That had to be what was causing these thoughts to fill my head. I wasn’t hedonistic. What was I even doing here?
Just when I was about to come to my senses and leave this den of debauchery, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, just as I felt him step closer to me. His scent, both citrus and cedar, was the one I had caught earlier. Now it had me closing my eyes and breathing deeper. Breathing him in was better than most of the sex I’d had up until now. So sad. I saw that now. My life had been locked down and boring until today. Tonight. But it was New Year’s Eve, and I could make a new resolution, all for me. A new me.
“What’s going through your head, Josiah? What have you been thinking as you watched all these men pleasuring each other, loving the sheer filthiness of anonymous sex? Have you wanted to join in?”
