“Oh no, not you too.” I roll my eyes with a smile and she smacks my chest. “I’m kidding! Congratulations, I’m so happy for you guys.”
She’s giddy with excitement as she tells me how he proposed and a foreign sensation forms around my chest that feels like a vise around my ribcage.
This is the third, or maybe fourth, time this has happened in the past couple of months. The sheer panic that blankets me when someone I know gets married, engaged, or announces they’re having a baby. A brief feeling of sadness and jealousy rakes through me before an overwhelming feeling of anxiety comes barging in like a fucking bull in a china shop.
I place the palm of my hand over my chest and rub at the breastbone.
What. The. Fuck.
I don’t want to settle down. So, why does my mind reel straight in that direction while my body completely malfunctions?
Naturally my lungs expand attempting to pull in air and I force myself to breath out slowly and heavily.
“Oh gosh, you don’t want to hear all this. I’m so sorry?—”
“No, no, that’s not it at all,” I reply urgently, “I just walked here and it was a long trip today.” I plaster a wide smile on my face and lie, because I have no idea how to explain the foreign feelings coursing through my body.
She appraises me deeply before a closed-mouth smile graces her lips. I know she suspects something but, thankfully, she doesn’t show it nor does she push.
“Well then, let’s get you relaxed, shall we?” She rounds the lobby barrier to the computer that sits in the middle of a high table, punching a few keys before continuing. “We were at capacity earlier but I know some other patrons have already left.” Immediately transitioning from my friend to the erotica concierge she is. “So, what’s your pleasure tonight, good sir?”
3
DANE
The dim, ambient lighting instantly relaxes me as I make my way down the hallway toward the glory holes. The smell of sex and arousal is in the air but not in the grotesque seep-into-your-nostrils way. It’s clean and subtle. Just enough to look forward to the anticipation of what’s to come.
I’ve been toAvec Plaisirmany times before. As vast as the options are for what you’re seeking, I always end up here because the prospect of the unknown is unlike any adrenaline rush I’ve experienced.
Glory holes get a bad rap. In most cases they are run downarcadesin cheap buildings, located in crappy areas. But this one is far from that.
Not only do all the members need to present updated test results prior to playing here, but the club is exceptionally clean as well.
There are five rooms that line each side of the wall. I typically choose one of the rooms on the end as opposed to the ones in the middle. The center rooms have a hole on both sides, the end rooms only have one. As much as I enjoy threesomes—especially with a male-female dynamic—when itcomes to this, I like to hyperfocus on only one dick, along with my own of course.
I glance above the doors looking for the signature green light for a vacant room. I rub my palms together with a smirk on my face when I see the green light inviting me to the corner cube. The room next to it is lit up in stoplight red, noting it’s taken, so hopefully I don’t have to wait long.
Gripping the brass handle, I open the door and step through, locking it behind me. The light above transitions from vacant to occupied and the reddish hue blankets the small room creating a sexy ambiance that’s an instant turn on for me. There’s just something about the color red and dim lighting.
With one hand, I unbuckle my belt and pull on the button, splaying open my denim jeans as my right hand presses on the LED screen to search for a video to watch. I can already feel my pulse begin to race with excitement as I glance down at the hole and see flickers of light coming through from the movie he’s put on.
The distant sounds of high pitched moans tell me he’s chosen a video with a woman in it, so he’s either bisexual or lying to himself that he’s gay. That makes my pulse race even more. There’s nothing sexier, or more exhilarating, than experimenting with a bi-curious man who wants to explore his sexuality.
To be relatable, I click on an orgy video so the audio is a mix of female moans and males groaning, along with the signature slapping of skin on skin and that sexy slurping that happens with messy blowjobs.
Blood rushes between my legs with the sight and sounds, making my cock grow dense and hard.
Kicking off my shoes, I pull down my pants and move the chair closer to the hole in the wall. As I sit down and lean back I side-eye a glance inside the hole. A silhouette of a man sitstense and rigid, unlike my slouched, comfortable posture and I can tell, this is probably his first time here.
I can’t help the smirk that crosses my lips because fucking hell, bi-curious men just do something to me. I love watching them come undone for the first time with a man after holding back for so long. My cock hardens even further at the thought and I wrap two fingers around the rim of the hole in the wall between us, telling him I’m interested.
His head makes a sharp turn in my direction then he stands abruptly, his chair falling back making a loud thud against the back wall.
Jesus, my fingers might as well have been a goddamn scorpion tail by his reaction.
Okay, this is going to be interesting.
I don’t want to intimidate him and I definitely don’t want to scare him off. So, instead of dipping my hand further into the hole, I pull it back and place my chair closer to the opening, in a position where I think he can see me stroking myself.
