Bound For Glory 2

His heart was pounding. Just because his friend Quinn had arranged this for him didn't mean he wasn't nervous. He'd been sitting in his car for almost 10 minutes with his hands still gripping the wheel, knuckles white. Finally he picked up his phone and texted the phone number with no name "I'm here". Within seconds, there were three dots at the bottom of his screen. He waited, barely, daring to breathe, then the words appeared. "The door is unlocked."

Stephen got out of his late model Honda and stretched. He wasn't always the most confident man, but who among us is? Being a big bear of a man was always a source of self-consciousness, though a friend had once put it in an amazing perspective for him.

"Do you consider yourself attractive?"

"Not really..."

"Well what would you do if you met someone that looks like you?"

"... I'd want to fuck them."

His keys slid into his pocket as he approached the door to room 34 of the small motel. With his hand on the door knob, he hesitated for just a moment before turning it and walking in.

It was dark inside the room, no lights on at all. Even if they had been on, he would not know what the room looked like. With the flash of light from outside, he saw a frame in front of him, stretching fabric from wall to wall and going up higher than his head. He couldn't help it, his cock started to swell knowing what was to come..

He almost said the word hi, but then caught himself. He knew he wasn't supposed to give away who he was. In response to the flash and light of the door, he could just barely make out a finger slipping through the middle of the fabric, beckoning him over. He stepped closer and it disappeared, not even there long enough to tell if it was feminine or masculine. It didn't really matter.

He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He gently eased down the zipper of his blue jeans. His thumb rested for a moment on the waistband of his boxer briefs before pulling them away and around the head of his erect member.

He put a hand on the fabric and felt for the opening he knew was there. He found it with one finger and smiled to himself. There was no going back now. He delicately slipped his engorged head through the fabric. For a long moment, nothing happened. Then everything happened.

He felt a warm, wet tongue flicking at the head of his cock, teasing. It was lapping up the drop of pre-cum that was already leaking out of him. Then it explored down the left side of his shaft, before working its way back up the right. He moaned softly. He wanted it to move faster, but knew he had to be patient.

As the tongue teased and flirted with his manhood, his mind couldn't help but wander. You never knew with Quinn. Stephen didn't know a single thing about the person on the other side, not even their gender.. Since it was Quinn that set this up, it might even be them, or one of their mutual friends. Several different faces flashed through his mind before he felt lips parting and sliding all the way down him. Every face he saw in his mind turned him on more with the possibility.

This was not something he was used to. So few people could take his thick cock all the way, and he felt himself sliding into someone's throat. He heard the start of someone choking and tried to pull away, but the lips grasped even more hungrily at his shaft. Who was he to decide for them? He moved his hips forward again. From the other side, he heard a contented sigh as the lips started to move back-and-forth on him with more urgency.

Stephen felt his knees start to go weak as he sensed a build up inside of himself. He didn't want it to end, but he needed it all the same. Feeling like he could barely breathe, it was all he could do not to call out "I'm going to cum!" Instead it was just a ragged gasp as he felt total release.

On the other side of the curtain, he felt the person wrap their lips even tighter around him as he started to fill their mouth. They eagerly sucked and swallowed every drop he had to give until he thought he would collapse on the floor. He felt their mouth slowly slide back over his shaft until he was no longer inside. He pulled himself out of the hole and started to fasten his pants.

He wanted to say thank you, but he knew the rules. He turned to leave the room. As his hand touched the doorknob, he heard a contented sigh behind him. He smiled and walked out.

As he got back into his car, he heard a ding from his cell phone. He glanced down, half expecting the text to be from the number from before, but it wasn't. It was Quinn.

"I already heard from the person you visited, and they are very happy"

Stephen couldn't stop a grin from sneaking across his face

"I am too. I don't know the last time someone sucked me like that."

Another text from Quinn popped up. "They have two questions, and then something they want me to tell you. If I tell you depends on the answers to the questions"

"Ok..." Stephen replied

"First, do you want to visit them at a glory hole again?"

Stephen didn't hesitate "God yes."

"Second question. Next time, will you fuck them through the hole?"

Stephen stopped breathing. How was this his life? Apparently it was though.

"Please".

Quinn was typing for a long moment, before Stephen's phone dinged again

"Then I'm allowed to tell you this. They are someone you know. I know you both well enough to know this is absolutely something you wanted. After you fuck them and have left, I'm allowed to tell you both who the other one is. I'll get back to you about scheduling soon, have fun.."

Stephen stared at his phone for a long moment, barely able to comprehend what he was reading. It was real though. The fantasy he was too scared to talk about was the one he was living. He set his phone down on the passenger seat and with a smile started his car and drove away.