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It wasn't exactly a rare thing for Chad to find himself in this situation. He didn't do this on a regular basis, but sometimes the thoughts that constantly swirled around in his head became too overwhelming to deal with. A few years back, this kind of build up would have ended with something on fire. According to his parole, however, that wasn't exactly an option anymore. Over the course of his sentence, his court-ordered therapist had suggested several ways, other than arson, to release his anxiety. She had suggested outlets ranging from painting to exercise, though Chad was never behind on keeping up with his workout routine.
Settling himself on the thick cushion in front of the glory hole, Chad figured this classified as an outlet.
The gay sex club he attended whenever he got this urge was one of the nicer ones in LA. What drew Chad to this one specifically were its glory holes. They were private and comfortable, unlike the more shoddy glory holes he'd seen carved into the stalls of some public restrooms. Chad had tried the receiving end a few times before, but after trying being on the giving end, he found it much more appealing.
On his knees, bobbing his head along the varying lengths of strangers' cocks, Chad could let his mind go blank. He knew he was good at giving head. Of course he was. There was very little he wasn’t good at. But feeling the twitch of someone inside his mouth releasing into the condom multiple times in one night was a kind of gratification that shot straight to his dick. Eventually, he'd get desperate enough to undo his jeans and stroke himself to completion, catching his cum in one of the napkins provided for cleaning.
He stayed knelt in front of the hole for nearly fifteen minutes before he heard the sound of someone entering the booth on the other side. He could already feel heat traveling through him, the wait fueling his anticipation. The hiss of a zipper and rustling fabric was Chad's only warning before his first cock of the night slipped through the hole. It was a sizable dick, not massive, but definitely above average. A good way to start the night.
One of Chad's warm hands grasped the base of the half-hard cock while he placed a hot, wet kiss to its head. The man on the other side of the wall let out a long, deep groan. Chad smiled against the tip. He loved it when they were vocal, especially if they had a deep voice to go with it. He peppered kisses along the hardening length, wetting it with each open press of his lips. It wasn't long before the cock was fully erect in his hand, the head flushed with need.
Chad took the head into his mouth, sinking half of the man's length into his throat with a practiced ease. The man let out another pleasured noise as Chad breathed carefully through his nose, a heady scent filling his lungs.
"Fuck," he swore. "Your mouth is so goddamn warm."
Chad choked around the cock in his throat, pulling off at the sound of the concerningly familiar voice. Spit trailed between them as he sputtered. It couldn't be, could it? He had to be imagining it.
"Careful," Robert hummed. "Don't get too ahead of yourself, now."
HIs face flushed as any and all doubt was wiped from his mind. The dick his hand was still wrapped around belonged to none other than the Z-Team's dispatcher, Mecha Man. The man that Chad only recently began to admit was now his friend. Everything in Chad's brain was ringing the alarm bells and screaming at him to get the fuck out. His body, however, disagreed, blood rushing straight to his own clothed cock. Without thinking, he found himself taking Robert into his mouth again, tongue running against the underside of his cock.
"There you go," Robert groaned. "Just like that."
Chad let out a low whine at his words, twitching in his pants. He was ashamed to admit how hot he found the dispatcher's voice. The sound of it was ingrained into his head every time Robert opened his mouth to speak. He'd heard the slight gravel of it over comms, when he gave orders or muttered while he hacked, over beers, when Chad got to hear him laugh at whatever stupid joke the team made, and over lunch, when Chad forced him to eat something that wasn't pre-packaged. Now, he'd heard the breathy sound Robert's voice made when he was being sucked off.
Robert's breath hitched when Chad's nose brushed against the hair at his base. He swallowed around the cock in his throat, earning him a twitch.
"You're so good at this." Robert sighed when Chad pulled back before slowly bobbing his head. "You do this often, don't you? You enjoy sucking strangers off? I wonder if you're hard just from the taste of a dick in your mouth."
He was hard, painfully so. That part didn't surprise him. What surprised him was the fact he was feeling close. He hadn't even touched himself through his jeans, yet Chad felt like he could cum at any moment. All because of that damn voice. He let out a muffled moan at Robert's comments, vision growing bleary as his mind felt like it was being covered by a heavy blanket. The only thoughts in his head were of the slick movement of the cock in his mouth.
Chad took Robert to the base again, settling his mouth as close to the other man as he could with the wall in the way. He relaxed his throat, jaw going slack against him. Hopefully, Robert would get the hint.
"Shit... You want me to fuck your throat?"
He nodded as best as he could around the dick in his mouth. Robert made a low noise at the sensation.
Robert pulled his hips back, the head of his cock teasing the tip of Chad's tongue before he thrust shallowly into the wet heat of his mouth. It was clear he was testing how much he could take. Chad could take anything he gave him.
Robert's thrust steadily gained speed, venturing deeper with each jerk of his hips. The sound of him sliding in and out of his relaxed throat sounded downright filthy to Chad's ears. Spit welled up in his mouth as Robert used him, spilling around his lips and coating his chin. It trailed between them whenever Robert pulled back before reconnecting. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he gagged slightly, only pressing closer at feeling.
"You're such a good boy, taking my cock like this. So fucking warm. Like you were made for this"
His eyes rolled back at the praise.
"I wish I could see you, cover that pretty face of yours with my cum."
Chad thrust into the empty air in front of him. The only thing that earned him was the slight brush of his dick against the fabric of his tight jeans, but it was apparently enough to send him over the edge. He dug his fingers into the denim covering his knees as he came untouched, spurred on only by the weight of the cock in his mouth and the voice of the man it belonged to. Chad choked a moan around him, his orgasm breaking his focus on relaxing his throat. Instead of pulling off, he willed his head to stay in place, even as his throat spasmed around Robert.
"Fuck!" Robert cried as he bottomed out against his lips, arriving at his own release.
For once, Chad mourned the fact that the club provided condoms. He wished he could feel Robert cum down his throat, on his face. There were the provided napkins he could, and probably would, use to clean it off, but he imagined walking out of the booth, his face covered in the cum of a friend who didn't know he was the one to suck him off. If he came out at the same time as Robert, would the sight of his painted face turn him on?
He was so lost in his head, he almost didn't notice Robert pull out of his mouth until he began to cough, throat battered. If he had wanted to say anything, which with his newfound clarity, he definitely didn't want to do, he wouldn't be able to for at least a few minutes. He heard Robert tuck himself back into his pants as the gravity of the situation fell over him, covered in his own spit and sweat, cum soaked jeans shifting uncomfortably as he sat back.
Chad just gave Robert a blowjob, and Robert had no idea. He waited for the sound of Robert leaving the other side of the booth before he spoke, raspy voice barely audible even in the heavy silence.
"I am so fucked."