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Johnny wasn’t afraid to admit he was nervous, but he was dying. Still new to the 141, he knew he couldn’t be the barracks bunny he use to be, and recently he had found himself fantasizing over a certain Lieutenant. Something about the mask, and his banter. His cock throbbed as he slid into the… Less than clean bathroom and sat down in the middle stall, trying to ignore the giant holes at either side of the walls, pulling himself out and stroking his hand over his half hard member, huffing.
He had heard whispers of this place, a gloryhole where guys would go to “relieve their stress.” And it was apparently pretty popular among the surrounding units. Johnny felt himself getting hard at the thought of being used, no connection at all, just senseless, primal sex.
Just as his imagination started to wander, Johnny spotted what he thought had to be the thickest cock he'd seen in years. Pale, with a pretty pink, fat head that beaded with pre, leaking like a faulty faucet. Several piercings along the underside of his shaft, Johnny nearly whimpered as he dropped to his knees, his tongue immediately lolling out to swirl around the tip, moaning at the salty tasty coating his tongue, cock throbbing at the breathless moan that escaped the man on the other side.
Johnny wished he could take his time, worship this cock like it deserved, but with the training he had in the early morning with his new lieutenant, he couldn’t be here long, taking the massive cock in his mouth and carefully bobbing his head, coughing as the man on the other side of the stall gave a solid thrust down his throat, Like the man was trying to suffocate him with his cock. This is exactly what Johnny needed; A nice rough fuck to make sure he performed perfectly tomorrow. Call it a ritual, but the scott felt like he performed on the field best after having his guts rearranged.
“C’mon now, get me nice and wet so I can breed that sweet hole~ I can see you leaking all over the fucking floor.”
Johnny moaned around the stranger as he felt a boot come up and press against his cock, bobbing his head faster, relaxing enough to get him deeper, drool dripping down his chin as he listened to the words echoing off the tile.
”That’s it, fuuuuuck, such a good little cock sucker, look at you, practically humping my fucking boot like some fucking dog, don’t worry, I’ll give you exactly what you need, horny little puppy.”
And like that, Johnny was gone, pulling off the stranger’s cock and panting, frantically searching for the lube in his pocket, spilling some over his hole and then the behemoth he was about to take, “Yer bloody huge...” “Better to breed a whore like you with.”
Johnny couldn’t help but chuckle as he stood up and bent over, slowly spearing himself and groaning deeply, “F-Fuck, feels like you’re gonna split me open..” He whimpers as the head popped past his sensitive rim, gasping as he felt a firm thrust, Sinking him deeper down the stranger’s cock, moaning loudly and slapping hand over his mouth, moaning as the man started to fuck into him without abandon, “W-Wait, wait, ‘s too much~”
”You’re saying that, but your ass keeps sucking my cock in, fucking slag, you can take it. Put your hands on the wall.”
Johnny was too quick to follow the man’s instructions moaning lewdly at the ruthless pace he was setting, the grunts and growls coming from the man rearranging his insides was almost enough to drown out the creaking of the stall, barely able to keep up with their pace.
He was getting close, curses spilling from his lips, “F-Fuck, gonna cum, please, please, fucking fill me, breed my hole please, fuck!” Johnny nearly yelled as he came, cock completely untouched, his thighs trembling as the thrusts grew even more intense, driving right against Johnny’s prostate, his moans rising in pitch.
Simon could barely believe he was doing this, but god did it feel fucking amazing. Looking down and watching as his cock disappeared inside the man on the other side of the busted up stall. Growling as he felt the man cum around him, listening to the lewd babbles and smirking behind his mask. Cock throbbing as he thrusted harder, deeper, moaning lowly as he felt himself getting close, “You want my cum, slag? Then fucking take it.”
The moans on echoing off the walls surely could be heard outside the bathroom, but at this point, Simon stopped fucking caring, chasing his orgasm as his hips pounded against the walls, letting out a deep, guttural moan as he came, cock pulsing, his eyes rolling back as he felt the man try and push his cock even deeper, his ass felt like it was milking his cock for every drop inside his balls, panting heavily.
He took a few moments to savor the feeling of warmth around his cock before slowly pulling out, “Thanks for that, fuck…” Simon tucks himself away, “You need anything?”
Johnny almost melted at the kind offer after such a rough fuck, “N-No, I can handle this, thanks… H-Have a good night.” “You too.” He heard the door click as the man walked out, sniffling as he sat down to clean himself up, redress and limp back to his room. Plopping into bed and sighing, so exhausted he didn’t bother to undress.
Simon walked back to his room, stripping down to his boxers and laying down in bed, that accent sounded so damn familiar, and what he wouldn’t do to get a look of the face of the man that made such sweet noises. Sighing, he checks his phone, seeing the reminder of his one on one training with Johnny and humming to himself. He wasn’t annoying, he actually asked Simon questions, tried to get to know him and didn’t ask for details or reasons for answers, which, with his past, was something he could appreciate. Closing his eyes, he wondered silently to himself if he’d actually let this one in…