Meet Me at the Glory Hole
Among the bodies was a familiar face, a bear that was a frequent member to the club scene. While others writhed to the beat he went around dropping whispers to other cute guys that he would lock eyes with. While barely audible above the music, everyone that he had come up to understood his intentions. Most knew him as Tabby, though that wasn't his real name. He tended to think it best that not too many people knew much real information about him, given how promiscuous he was.
The ursa was fit and burly, a necklace of multi colored glow sticks hung against his bare chest. The only clothing he wore was an open leather jacket and a pair of black pants, chains hanging from them and strung with glittering lights that attracted quite a bit of attention. The night had gone on and with a few of his favorite drinks consumed, the bear began to saunter off to the men's bathroom. He slipped between the other shifting and gyrating forms easily enough, his familiarity catching the attention of a few others, signifying that the real fun was about to begin.
The bathroom door flew open as he braced his shoulder against it, the inside surprisingly clean for what some might have thought a club would have. It was actually a very large room, and itself something of a place to socially gather. Braced against the sink were a couple people chatting and smoking cigarettes and joints. Near the corner, a couple of males were making out and roaming their paws over each other's body. Tabby didn't bother with any of them, instead he crossed the distance to the very last toilet stall and entered with the door locking just behind him.
In a way, he felt like this was home. It seemed like he would spend every Saturday night here, sitting on the toilet lid and enjoying himself with a few others keeping him company. This was usually where the night would lead and end. Opposite of the wall there was a large glory hall that connected the other stall, his most favorite thing to do. Nothing got him hotter than servicing some strangers that he had just met, and being able to drink some cum was always an added plus. Of course, there was always the wait that lead up to the fun.
Tabby sat for a while, legs crossed at the knee and playing on his phone as he waited for the first friendly individual. He had met and told quite a few others around the club this night, all of them being new faces. He certainly hoped some of them would heed his offer.
While the casual chatter in the restroom continued, there seemed to be a constant flow in and out of people. Nothing was too promising, until he heard the footfalls of someone coming further along the stalls. The sound of their feet seemed casual and not very rushed as if they needed to use the toilet, so Tabby was quick to become excited. The door of the stall next to him opened and closed, the lock being thrown with the sound of a zipper coming down followed each other pretty quickly.
The bear watched the glory hole intently, leaning from his seat just enough to see if he might be able to tell who was on the other side. There was hardly anything he could see though, and just as he was getting nice and close, a shadow came over the hole. A broad grin smoothed over the bear's features, and he was soundly rewarded with a large, fuzzy sheath being pushed into the glory hole's opening.
While he didn't quite recognize the color pattern of pure black, he was no doubt still thankful that he was going to enjoy himself. Tabby immediately dropped to his knees in front of the hole and brought a paw to feel across the silky fur and plump sack. He murred to himself and pushed back part of the opening, revealing a canid shape that was quick to grow and harden. He had encountered a couple dogs and wolves out on the dance floor who could have had similar color pallets, though he chose not to think too much on it. The anonymity made the experience all the more hot.
The bear slipped his lips over the first inch of soft, dark red meat and began to swirl his tongue around the tip. A groan came from the other side and the edges of his mouth turned up into a smirk. He made a show out of slurping and inviting more dick to slip free and pass by his lips. He was glad to see how much he could encourage to come out, the cock growing to fill his cheeks fully. He held himself against the opening, just taking in every inch he could before he pulled off with a gasp.
He grasped the wet shaft and gave it a few quick pumps, spitting on it to lube it up more. He regarded the powerful pyre in his possession, a bead of pre cum leaking from the tip and running down the side. Tabby drew his tongue from the bottom of the cock to the tip and then fed the whole thing past his lips again. He made a bobbing motion over the engorged member, pushing all the way down to the base and back up. His eyes closed so he could take in the wonderful musky scent, his tongue drawing circles against the rock hard surface.
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