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day five: glory hole
Mac/Dennis
Dennis Reynolds was a methodical man, so settling into this new routine came quite easily to him.
For a while now, he had been observing Mac leave their shared apartment on their nights off from the bar, heading out sometime around 9:00 PM and not returning until well past midnight.
Initially, he figured it might just be another of Mac’s little escapades to the gay club, or perhaps even a burgeoning romance—which would be far from ideal; after all, if Mac found someone and decided to move out, it would throw a colossal wrench into Dennis’s life.
Thus, determined not to lose his roommate, Dennis discreetly followed Mac.
It wasn’t difficult to catch Mac slipping into an establishment; what genuinely made him gasp, however, was seeing that Mac had walked into a rival bar... What the hell was he thinking? Was he going to betray him? Abandon their years-long business?
A flush of heat rapidly overtook Dennis as he stepped inside.
He realized immediately that it was a gay bar.
Okay, Dennis thought. Maybe Mac was just here for a date. Yet, when he finally spotted Mac through the crowd, the man was making a beeline for the restroom.
Dennis shoved past the people in his way, irritated that they had all seemingly chosen this exact day to be a nuisance. Grunting, he headed toward the door Mac had vanished behind, but the handle didn’t give—it was locked.
“Man, that’s an employee entrance,” a guy next to him pointed out. Dennis scowled at him. “If you want, I can take you to the bathroom, baby.”
Dennis sighed. “Just point me to the restroom, please.”
The guy shrugged and pointed it out; Dennis muttered his thanks and headed to the other side of the bar.
So Mac really was working here. Dennis wanted to laugh; for sure, he was going to interrogate him and make him deeply regret being such a traitor.
Upon reaching the restroom corridor, he encountered a massive line of men—more than ten of them. Dennis simply didn’t have time for this nonsense. He started cutting the line until a guy in his twenties stopped him, grabbing him by the shirt.
“You’ve got to wait like everybody else,” the kid complained. Dennis wanted to punch him. “Everyone here wants to get their dick wet!”
“What?”
The guy chuckled. “Don’t play dumb. Everyone here is waiting to use the hole.”
Suddenly, everything clicked for Dennis. Mac wasn’t an employee of the place; he was in the hole.
The Glory Hole.
Dennis didn’t even bother replying to the kid; he just spun around and bolted out of the bar as if fleeing the plague.
Mac was absolutely insane!
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Mac arrived after midnight.
Not that Dennis had been keeping tabs or attempting to check on the man’s condition. After all, none of that was any of his business. If Mac wanted to dole out cheap thrills to random guys in some dive bar, that was his own prerogative! Dennis had nothing to do with it.
Yet, the moment he heard Mac retreating into his own bedroom, his imagination instantly drifted back to that bar. Mac on his knees, mouth wide open, eagerly taking whatever was thrust his way.
Dennis groaned, sliding his hand down the front of his sweatpants. He was just pent up, that was all.
With a few swift strokes, he reached a climax. Dennis let out a loud exhale and grabbed some tissues to clean himself up.
That would definitely be the last time he ever thought about this.
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That was not the last time he thought about it.
In fact, his mind kept wandering back to the reality of Mac working a Glory Hole multiple times a day—and every single time, he needed to rub one out. At this rate, he was losing his damn mind; he had to do something about it.
So, on their next day off, Dennis left the apartment before Mac did. He needed to be the first one of the night; more than ever, he needed Mac to be a good boy for him.
Walking into the bar, he found the place practically empty. Perfect.
“Hey, man, you have to buy a drink to use the restroom,” the bartender warned.
Dennis genuinely wanted to wrap his hands around the man’s throat and murder him on the spot. Nevertheless, he ordered a beer and slapped down some crumpled bills. The second the bartender looked away, Dennis ditched the drink and marched straight for the bathroom line.
Empty. He’d be the first.
Dennis leaned against the wall and waited. Minutes ticked by, and the venue gradually filled up. He tried to ignore the sickening twist in his chest at the thought that all these strangers were going to get a piece of Mac tonight.
Suddenly, from the other side, he heard the signal that he could enter. He did so, spotting the arrow pointing straight to the last stall.
Dennis stepped inside, a feverish heat radiating through his entire body. The moment he bolted the stall shut, he saw the hole. There were a few crude signs posted, dictating the do’s and don’ts—but he knew Mac, and he knew his limits perfectly well.
He stared at the hole again, unable to deny that his body was reacting fiercely to the realization that his best friend was right on the other side, kneeling, waiting for some hard dick.
Was he touching himself? Fantasizing about gagging on all those dicks waiting in line? Knowing the motherfucker the way he did, Dennis was absolutely certain of it.
That thought made him instantly hard.
Dennis shoved his pants down, letting his fingers stroke his dick for a few preliminary pumps before thrusting it through the hole. Immediately, a hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking it. Dennis smirked—Mac had absolutely no idea it was him.
He was no fool; Dennis knew the other man harbored feelings for him and had spent years desperately trying to turn their abrasive banter into something more. But recently, Mac had given up trying, having apparently accepted defeat. And Dennis strongly disliked that.
So, this was just a way to ruthlessly remind Mac exactly who he belonged to.
The hand was swiftly replaced by a tongue. Dennis grunted, thumping his head back against the wall. His dick relished the enthusiastic attention, promptly weeping with precum.
Mac seemed to eagerly perk up, taking his entire tip into his mouth. Dennis felt every ounce of blood in his body rush straight to one localized spot.
Mac played with his tip for a while—swirling his tongue but keeping it mostly cushioned between his lips. Dennis bitterly wished the damn barrier wasn’t there so he could actually watch Mac wrap his mouth around his dick. It had to be quite the spectacular sight, something he would undoubtedly want to archive with his sex tapes. Yeah, he’d totally film Mac and give it a prime spot in the collection.
“You are a slut!”
Without warning, Dennis yanked his hips forward, brutally forcing his length deeper against the man. He thumped his head against the stall wall again. He wanted to aggressively shove his dick into every single one of Mac’s holes.
Mac’s tongue did something profoundly wicked, sending Dennis soaring, practically on the edge of coming. A soft, breathless chuckle vibrated in Mac’s throat, humming right against Dennis’s balls.
Was he laughing? Was this somehow amusing to Mac?
A furious heat crawled up Dennis’s neck—he simply could not tolerate such an insult. Without asking for permission, Dennis began to ruthlessly pump his hips, driving his dick in and out of Mac with violent force, burying it deeper every single time he bottomed out in his friend’s adorable mouth.
“Fuck!” Dennis gasped, his voice thick and disguised by pure lust. “So fucking good for a slut.”
Mac whimpered. Dennis fucked his mouth harder. Truly, Mac was built for this, meant to accommodate him whenever the urge struck Dennis. How had he never realized this before? He could have been exploiting those lips for years without spending a penny. One word, and Mac would literally do anything for him.
When Mac moaned right against his dick, Dennis snapped, relentlessly shooting his cum into that hot, utterly receptive mouth. He slumped heavily against the stall.
That was so fucking good.
“Are you touching yourself?”
Silence.
“Answer me, Mac,” he commanded.
“Dennis?”
Mac’s voice was heavy with an array of emotions Dennis didn’t bother trying to identify.
“Yes,” he replied. The entire situation was bringing him an immense, sadistic sense of satisfaction. “What are you feeling now that I made your dream come true?”
Another cynical grin crept across Dennis’s face. He absolutely loved playing with his food.
A quiet murmuring broke out in the adjacent booth. Dennis pulled his flaccid dick back through and shoved it into his pants.
Four out of five stars, undoubtedly one of the best mouths that had ever sucked him off.
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Mac stumbled out of his booth, and the two men locked eyes. Dennis couldn’t help but laugh—Mac was an absolute wreck, from his disheveled clothes to his smeared makeup, not to mention the remnant streak of cum lingering on his chin.
“Dennis, I...”
He took a step forward, planting a firm palm squarely against Mac’s chest.
“You’re going to march your ass back to that hole, suck all those hobo dicks, and then you’re going to come right back to the apartment, where I’m going to use you until I get bored, okay?” Dennis never let his eyes waver from Mac’s. “Are we crystal clear?”
“Yes, Dennis,” Mac murmured, swallowing hard and nodding submissively. “You can use me... for everything, for anything!”
Dennis smiled, moving his palm up to Mac’s cheek and giving it a demeaning little pat.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” Dennis promised. “I can’t wait to get more use out of that slut mouth.”
Mac stayed frozen in place, so Dennis roughly shoved him back toward the stall. As always, Mac dutifully obeyed him.
Shaking his head, Dennis swaggered out the main bathroom door, supremely content in the knowledge that, later tonight, he would have Mac’s mouth entirely to himself.
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