Page 2 of Teach Me

The sting of embarrassment replaced the anxiety, and I shook my head at myself before it could fully settle in. Shame wasn’t necessary. I wasn’t doing anything wrong, and besides, whoever the guy on the other side was, he’d never be more than a faceless stranger to me. I could just wait here until he was gone and then walk out. No one would be any the wiser.

Except, once again, he didn’t leave.

Was he hesitating? Considering my offer? Or was he about to go report a creeper in the club’s bathroom. Fuck, I’d definitely never live down that humiliation.

Lonely college student arrested for being total skeezer in gay club bathroom. Ugh. Depressing and humiliating.

And then there was a shift of light near the hole. A darkening. I tensed with anticipation, pulse skyrocketing as my dick perked.

The guy’s cock wasn’t fully erect, but it was on its way, swollen glans starting to peek out of his foreskin. He was a nice size, nice shape. I didn’t have a lot of personal experience with dicks that I could remember, but I liked what I saw and was sex-starved enough to wrap my hand around him before I fully registered what I was doing. He felt good in my hand. Warm. Alive. Solid. Human. God, I’d missed that feeling. On the other side of the wall, I thought I heard a sigh turn into a sexy groan as I pumped the stranger’s shaft a few times and teased my fingers up and down his thickening length to see how he responded.

“Fuck.” Somehow, I heard the quiet curse, tinged with pleasure rather than exasperation. “That’s perfect.” The encouragement seeped under my skin and sent my dick from half-mast to full throttle. God, I really was way more into this than I ever thought I’d be. I didn’t think I’d ever had a glory hole fantasy before, but now it was full-blast tantalizing.

I wanted to taste him, feel his heat and hardness in my mouth, use my tongue to make him come undone.

Safety, though. I fumbled a condom from my back pocket. I’d been carrying it around like a lucky rabbit’s foot for the last three months, in case I got a wild hair and decided to follow through on human contact. It was better than nothing. I dropped it on the floor with a curse and had to let go of him to retrieve it and tear it open.

The guy moaned again as I rolled it onto him, and relief poured through me. There were never condoms in blowjob porn,and I’d half expected he might retreat when he felt me putting one on him. Instead, he pushed insistently against my hand as I gripped his base.

Truth be told, I hadn’t given much head in my life, couldn’t remember much of it, and never with a condom on, but there was something oddly erotic about the barrier, the way I could feel the heat of his skin through it, the ultra-smooth texture when I leaned forward and swirled my tongue around his tip before closing my mouth over him.

“That’s it,” came another murmur that sounded like praise and far more than I probably deserved, considering the condom between us. But maybe he was into the anonymity of the experience, too. I imagined what it must be like on the other side, the enigmatic pleasure of the unknown, not being able to predict what would come next. It made me harder. I quickly unzipped my pants, using my free hand to stroke myself as I took the stranger farther into my mouth. I didn’t mind the faint taste of the poly that made up the condom. On the contrary, it somehow added to the experience.

The gruff moans and soft praise coming from the other side of the stall satisfied a craving I hadn’t even realized I’d had. It wasn’t just that I missed touching and being touched, I missed pleasing someone, feeling wanted.

I inhaled through my nose and took the guy’s cock deeper, working his base with my hand. With every thrust into the back of my throat, I pushed myself to test my gag reflex, determined not to let it stop me.

This was exactly the kind of release I needed. Raw, intense pleasure without any strings attached.

2

GRADY

Igripped the top of the bathroom stall, wondering for the fiftieth time within a span of two minutes what the fuck had possessed me to thrust my cock through a random goddamn glory hole in a club I’d normally avoid and into the beckoning hands of a total stranger.

Never in my life had I done anything so impulsive, so uncalculated, so hedonistically unhinged. For all I knew, the guy on the other side might bite me, or deny me, tease me, demand money.

I’d entered the stall for a moment of peace, to breathe and ask myself why the fuck I’d continued what had so far been the worst date I’d been on in at least a decade—not that there’d been many in the first place—and what that said about me. I’d lingered in that temporary respite, checking emails and devising an exit plan while trying to gauge whether leaving drunken Campbell Tramwell on a dance floor forty-five minutes from Silver Ridge was justified by the fact that when I’d last checked, he was sucking face with another man. To be fair, I wasn’t sure if he even knew that the man he’d started grinding against wasn’t the man (aka me) he’d come in with.

I nearly fumbled the damn phone into the toilet in the process and had determined I’d walk out and end the date when a flash of movement in my periphery had caught my attention.

I’d heard someone in the stall next to me when I’d entered, noted the hole in the wall between us at about the same time, and the guy had been kind enough to nudge my phone back in my direction when it’d skittered across the floor. But I hadn’t thought much of the hole, aside from a humorous “what is my life?” perspective. Truly, who used glory holes in the age of hookup apps? Although, given that I’d left my latest hookup app acquisition on the dance floor, tangling tongues with some random while I’d gone to the bar for drinks, I wasn’t sure I had any room to judge. A glory hole, at least, was straightforward. It didn’t require an overpriced dinner, cocktails, or stilted conversation that you realized an hour into the date was never going to amount to anything other than a headache the next morning.

My heart hammered in my chest as I swiveled to look just as the fingers peeking through the hole beckoned me. Long, tapered fingers, the nails neatly trimmed, were all I glimpsed before they disappeared. Shock and confusion iced my bloodstream, followed by a flood of heat as the invitation registered.

I steeled my nerves for something to go awry. A public indecency charge, perhaps? That’d be one way to cap a shitty night. I’d never once in my life had to consider the legal repercussions or ramifications of glory hole sex. Though, given some of the things I’d seen on the dance floor earlier, this might be considered a minor indiscretion.

A thrill zipped up my spine, stiffening my cock and making me question everything I thought I knew about myself. I was intrigued, horny, and irritated at yet another bad date, but I was not a man who would stick his cock through a glory hole for astranger to suck. I was not a man who threw caution to the wind or who succumbed to blind impulse.

Until I was.

After a span of time during which my heart continued to pound and my cock hardened further, I found myself lowering the zipper on my trousers, fisting my cock. Taking one more beat to question what the fuck I was doing, I pushed it through the hole, primal desire consuming my last rational thought and creating the perfect cocktail for further stupid decisions.

I would’ve had a good laugh at the whole damn situation if sharp and sudden pleasure, the kind that left me gasping for a breath, hadn’t assaulted me as the stranger in the other stall gripped me.

Those elegant fingers wrapped around my cock, the stranger’s palm warm and silky on my shaft, his grip fucking perfect, just the right amount of tight, with a little tease of his thumb just beneath my cockhead.

I flattened myself against the wall that separated us with a lusty groan. “That’s it.” The encouragement slipped out of me before I could help myself. Christ, the stranger’s touch was so much better than expected and suddenly seemed like exactly what I needed.