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A glory hole.
Steve knows what is it… I mean… boys talk and they love to talk about sex. That’s how he knows that there is a fucking glory hole in the last bathroom at the Hide Out, the one that is perpetually broken.
Or at least he thinks there is, he has never checked. Not before today in any case.
It’s still soon, in the bar there are just a few customers and a group from school that is going to play, Corroded Coffin is their name if he is not wrong.
He knows the band guitarist, Munson.
Well everyone knows Munson.
Steve orders a beer and gulps it down and quickly orders another.
He is anxious, and he doesn’t know what to do.
He has talked with Robin so many times about his ‘bisexual crisis’, that’s how she called it, and he only wants to know how it would be to suck off another man.
He is fidgeting, it’s a strong start for a boy who never even thought about boys before… Billy.
Thinking about the blond boy winking at him makes him tremble in the best way.
That is an indication that he is not as straight as he thought, right?
Ok. Bathroom.
He can do that.
Steve gulps the second beer and gets in the bathroom before anyone who knows might stop him, and if someone sees him he will just say that he needed the bathroom and found it broken.
No big deal, right?
But what if he gets there and there is no glory hole? Or worst. What if no one comes? What is he going to do? Stay in the stall all night?
Shit, he should have thought it better.
He is still debating on what to do when he hears someone opening the door and he quickly closes himself in the stall.
He hears the sound of footsteps that stop in front of the stall where he is hiding.
Well, not hiding. Waiting.
The other person gets in the stall on the other side. No one says anything for a few moments, then a voice that he knows too well asks “I don’t see a dick on this side of the wall, so I must suppose that you are willing to give a head?”
“Y… Yeah.” Steve murmurs.
He hears the familiar sound of someone jerking off and then a thick dick surrounded by blond curls appears in the hole he is staring at.
It’s thicker than his, but shorter.
He keeps staring at it for a long time, probably too long because the other man says “Maybe I got this wrong but…” he tries to pull out, but Steve grabs him.
“It’s… it’s my first time.” He admits meekly.
“Oh. That’s… fine. I mean. You can… practice… with me… if you want. I’m sure your boyfriend will be really pleased. I can tell you a trick or two.”
“Please.”
“I love to hear you begging. Do it again.” He demands, and Steve quickly begs again.
“Take it in your hand and then start licking it like it was an ice cream, ok? The head is the most sensitive part, but you should know it, don’t you?”
Steve nods, as if the other person could see him, and then starts to lick the head of the dick.
If he hadn’t recognized the voice he would have surely recognized the perfume.
Billy’s cologne.
He is giving a blow job to Billy Hargrove in the back of the Hide Out and the boy is giving him pieces of advice on how to do it in the best way.
“You are a natural. Your mouth feels so good around my dick.” Billy praises him, then, when he gets closer to the orgasm, he asks him if he is ready to have a man come into his mouth, and Steve doesn’t relent so Billy keeps thrusting until he comes inside Steve’s mouth.
“Yes. Definitely a natural. Your boyfriend will be really pleased with you.” He tells him then he asks “Would you like me to return the favor?”
“No.” Steve replies blushing.
“Oh. Ok. So… this is it, uh? Have fun with… whoever you are having fun with.”
Steve waits for Billy to leave the bathroom, then washes his mouth and goes back to the counter to order another beer.
Tommy is quickly at his side “Hey man. Where the hell were you? I saw your car in the parking lot.”
“A gentleman never kisses and tells.” He replies, watching Hargrove flirting with a pretty cheerleader.
Now that he knows what Billy likes he can’t wait to give him a proper blow job somewhere nicer.