The last two orders from Joe’s note circled around and around in Scott’s mind. Right on cue, Scott’s mouth watered. He swallowed rapidly, trying to drag his brain back above his belt and failing. Curling his hand into a fist, Scott managed to move it away from his crotch.
Kneel.
Suck.
Joe’s orders were very clear.
Even without his hand on his own cock, coaxing him to forget why he really shouldn’t be thinking with his balls, Scott couldn’t resist the urge to lower himself to his knees. Without any order leaving his own brain, Scott’s body willingly followedthe commands in the envelope and brought him eye level—mouth level, with the proffered cock.
He was where Joe wanted him to be, doing exactly what Joe wanted him to do. That in itself was almost enough to make Scott whimper with pleasure. His skin prickled with the memory of Joe’s touch from the last time they shared a moment in a deserted ladies’ bathroom. Scott’s nipples pebbled until just the friction of his shirt brushing against them was enough to make him shudder.
The light was too dim. His own shadow fell across the hole, making it even more difficult to make out the details of the offered erection.
It looked like Joe’s cock—long, thick, uncut and flushed with arousal. Scott swallowed rapidly. It had to be Joe’s—there couldn’t be two cocks that gorgeous in the same city. And Joe wouldn’t order him to go there and suck off a stranger…
Scott hesitated then.
Joe wouldn’t do that. Would he?
Anxiety and adrenaline rushed through Scott’s veins, mingling together so thoroughly it was impossible for him to know where one ended and the other began—where the part of him that wanted to be anywhere except kneeling in that cubicle blurred into that part of him that loved being there even more with every minute that passed.
It had to be Joe standing on the other side of the glory hole. Joe wouldn’t want him blowing anyone else. Not when Joe had made it so clear that Scott wasn’t allowed to have sex with anyone else and—
But maybe it didn’t count as breaking the rules if Joe ordered him to go down on another man.
Scott’s mind raced with so many different possibilities. They overlapped and interrupted each other inside his head, until they were nothing more than an unintelligible din.
Kneel.
Suck.
Those two words were the only ones that still came through clearly.
Scott gingerly adjusted his position on the dirty floor. There was nothing but stained tiles beneath his knees. His joints were already starting to protest their discomfort, but in some way that Scott still didn’t understand, it felt like a good sort of pain—a kind that reminded him he was obeying Joe.
Scott swayed forward, instinctively moving closer to the cock protruding from the hole as he thought about Joe.
Kneel…
Scott leaned in further still and brushed his lips against the tip of the erection poking through the hole. The guy on the other side of the wall—Joe, it had to be Joe, didn’t it?—pressed his cock more firmly against Scott’s mouth.
After having to wait for so long for him to get started, Scott couldn’t blame Joe—please, God, let it be Joe—for wanting more than a brief brush of skin against skin.
Scott pulled away, but only a fraction of an inch. He licked his lips, hesitating just one last time before he dipped his head and kissed the tip of the other man’s cock properly.
The salty flavour of pre-cum quickly convinced Scott to open his mouth and wrap his lips around the head of the shaft. It tasted just like Joe had the last time Scott had gone down on him.
Murmuring his relief, Scott finally allowed himself to believe that there could be no doubt who was on the other side of the wall. He lapped at the tip of Joe’s cock, relishing the taste of him.
Scott slid one hand between the wall and his face, and wrapped his fingers around Joe’s shaft. His fingers brushed against a man’s hand.
Before Scott could even try to peer through the hole and look for identifying features, the hand vanished. More of Joe’s shaft slid through the hole as he altered his stance and allowed Scott the privilege of holding him steady without any assistance.
Gently drawing Joe’s foreskin back, Scott ran his tongue over the sensitive glans it had covered, drawing a moan from Joe. The encouraging sound finally gave Scott the confidence to dip his head closer to the wall and take more of the shaft into his mouth.
Suck.
That order was so easy to obey now.
