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This story was written as Day 24 of Kinktober 2019 for Silvergatomon. Today's theme was Glory Hole, and the story contains M/M sex between multiple consenting adults.

A Sly Celebration

All eyes in the bar were on the TV as Sly slipped in through the door, not making any real effort to conceal himself, just strolling across the bar and directly into the men's restroom like it was the most natural thing in the world. He only caught a few sentences of the news broadcast, but even that was more than enough for him to know exactly what it was about. There had been a shocking, unexpected theft from a local museum; an incredibly large, rare diamond that had been placed on public display for the first time in a hundred years. A diamond which had already garnered a whole lot of press coverage for its notoriety, belonging to a family who had famously participated in exploitation of the native people in the country where their fortune had been made, and where the diamond itself had been mined. All week there had been protests by groups dismayed that the diamond was being shown off like some trophy, and other groups demanding it be returned to the nation from which it had been stolen. But the family who owned it were without remorse, and the museum was too fixated on the revenue that displaying the diamond would bring to truly care about its moral implications.

Of course, Sly knew all of this for a very simple reason. Because you never pulled off a heist without doing your research.

The raccoon slipped into the bathroom, into a cubicle at the end of the block, and put down the toilet seat before placing his rucksack down upon it. He pulled off the jacket he was wearing to reveal a brilliant blue tunic top beneath it, and pulled a matching blue hat from one pocket of the jacket before stuffing it into the rucksack, pulling off his tunic to leave himself bare chested and pushing that into the bag too. In return he drew forth a different, more casual set of street clothes from the bag, and with his jacket placed those still folded garments atop the cistern of the toilet. Pulling down his matching blue trousers, no underwear beneath them, Sly blushed slightly as he found himself standing naked in the middle of that public bathroom's cubicle. Before he could reach out and begin to dress himself in that civilian attire though, he heard the main door of the bathroom creak open, and though there were several other cubicles to the left of the end one into which he had slipped, Sly frowned as after a few moments of pacing around and for the briefest instant stopping in front of the raccoon's own occupied cubicle, the newcomer slipped into the one directly to the right of his.

He heard a zipper unfastening. A belt being unhooked. Sly heard a soft huffing, and a familiar sound that he couldn't quite put his finger on as he stood there frozen, waiting for this guy to do whatever he was in here to do and leave again so that he could get dressed and leave again unnoticed and unremarked upon. But then, to Sly's shock and absolute confusion, he watched as what he had originally thought was a second, defunct toilet-paper holder was pulled out of the wall adjoining their cubicles to leave a hole round about waist height, and a second later a thick, erect canine cock poked through it.

"C'mon, dude."

A gruff voice murmured from the far side of the wall.

"Saw you come in here a couple of minutes ago. Don't recognise you, but... that's okay. First time?"

Sly's heartbeat quickened as he stared down at that cock, and he shuddered as his body began to betray him, and his own member started to swell. He should have gotten dressed and bolted right then and there. What could this guy do about it if he did? He shouldn't have risked staying here, staying anywhere remotely near the crime scene about six blocks away. And yet... the more he stared at that cock and the more urgently his own shaft began to stiffen, the more a Plan B began to form in his swiftly turning, agile brain. A plan that involved an alibi not from someone who could clearly claim that he was somewhere else, but from someone who would probably go to the ends of the earth not to claim that he had any knowledge of the raccoon being here. A plan that would give him somewhere to lie low without attracting unwanted attention all night long, until he could conceal himself amongst the crowd of folks heading home as the bars shut. And, most importantly of all... a plan that involved him being able to celebrate his heist in one of his favourite ways to celebrate anything.

With cock.

The canine male on the other side of the wall was just starting to coax him again somewhat impatiently when Sly dropped to his knees, and a moment later a strangled yelp escaped the stranger on the far side of the glory hole as the raccoon hungrily engulfed the protruding five or so inches of his cock within his maw.

"O-ohhfuck, t-there ya go..."

The stranger growled as he swiftly grew accustomed to the somewhat delayed and thus unexpected muzzle around his shaft, and began to thrust gently against the hole and the mouth beyond it.

"Nnh... y-you're good. Shit. Real good. I-if my wife sucked cock like you..."

His voice trailed off after that in apparent embarrassment, but Sly suckled him a little harder and lashed the tip of the canine male's erection with his tongue, and within a few moments the other man was grunting blissfully once again, unable to maintain his shame under such intense pleasure. For barely a minute he humped at the wall between the cubicles as Sly continued to suckle him, one hand wrapped around the raccoon's own erection and pumping himself in time with the stranger's thrusts. Not long after that though, the raccoon's eyes widened as he heard the stranger gurgle breathlessly to him.

"Gonna cum..."

The raccoon stopped himself from asking the question that had first sprung to mind, that being a simple and rather disappointed 'already?' Instead he chose to think of it as a compliment, yet another skill-set at which he excelled. He'd already known that he was a world-class cock-sucker of course, many a lover had told him that. But to know that he could give good head through a glory-hole, that was a skill distinct enough for Sly to definitely consider this his first attempt at any such action, and thus reason enough for him to put a little extra effort into his actions to really try and show off what he could do.

"Oh god. Oh! Oh, fuck! T-that tongue, I... a-ahhhgod... aaahh! Ah! Y-yes!"

Sly's eyes bulged, and he gurgled loudly, cock throbbing in his grasp and pre-cum dribbling over his fingers as the erection buried in his maw began to paint the back of his throat with thick ribbons of hot cum, more than the raccoon had expected, and sweeter, more pleasantly tasting too if he was honest. It continued to flood his muzzle until he couldn't keep up with the sheer force and flow of it, and with a gurgling cry Sly pulled back to draw a breath after gulping down that last muzzleful he could handle, while the final few strings of the canine male's seed painted his muzzle and streaked between his eyes.

By the time the cock withdrew through the hole, its owner was already groaning in relief and gratitude. Sly toppled backwards too, falling upon his rump on the cool tile floor of the thankfully rather clean restroom... cum-stains aside. He panted, blushed, and wiped the few lingering streaks of cum off his face and onto his fingers, before slipping them into his muzzle and cleaning them off. He remained lost in his reverie, cock still straining and quivering in delight between his legs, for a good ten seconds before a new sound reached his ears, and he watched as a rather crumpled ten dollar bill was slipped through the hole and fell to the floor in front of him.

"T-thanks. That was... goddamn, I needed that."

The man murmured bashfully from the other cubicle, and just a short while later after Sly listened to the sound of a zipper being fastened anew and a belt being re-tightened, followed by the cubicle door beside his being opened. The stranger departed without another word, and left Sly sitting naked in his own cubicle, still rock hard and bashfully reaching out to pluck the ten dollar bill off the floor close by.

Sly beamed as he held the note up against one palm, trying to smooth it out with the other in admiration. The raccoon had held objects worth tens of millions of dollars in his grasp. Hell, he'd held one such object less than an hour ago. And yet, in that moment he was more transfixed by that ten dollar bill, the first money he had ever received as payment for sexual favours, than he had been by that vast diamond before he pilfered it out from under the beady eyes of its undeserving owners. Feeling his cheeks flush with a strange kind of pride and a definite surge of excitement, Sly reached over and opened up the outer pocket of his rucksack where it was still resting upon the closed seat of the toilet close by. His eyes twinkled as they caught a glimmer of light within, the toilet's dim, flourescent lighting catching the bulk of the diamond tucked away inside his bag, but a moment later they returned to the ten dollar bill as he slipped it in beside the diamond; his second trophy of the night. The only difference was, he was going to keep this one, whereas after holding onto it until the police had given up their immediate search, the diamond would find itself delivered anonymously back to the government of the country from which it had been stolen over a century before.

Still blushing, still grinning, still feeling that strange warmth in his stomach that was only partially from the memory of the man's hot cum sliding down his throat, Sly stood up as he closed the pocket of his bag once more. He leaned against the opposite wall of the cubicle from its small, still open hole, and growled happily as he closed his eyes and wrapped a hand around his cock once more. The act itself, the performance that had earned him that ten dollar bill might have been over. But, that didn't mean his fun here had to come to an end quite yet. He stroked himself, murmuring happily as he considered that the hand wrapped around his cock now might well have a few lingering traces of the other male's cum still upon its fingertips. Before a second gasp of pleasure could even slip its way between his lips though, Sly tensed up as for the second time the bathroom door swung open, and just seconds later he heard the cubicle right next to his being entered by what sounded like a heavy pair of hooves.

"H-hey, you're still in there, right?"

Sly's eyes bulged, and a helpless whimper slipped through his lips, announcing himself quite unintentionally as he realised what was about to happen.

"Mnnh... good. My buddy said someone was. It's been weeks since anyone was around here to... y'know, help out."

Not long after that deeper voice fell quiet, a huge equine cock pressed its way through the hole, barely able to fit it was so thick and easily with twice the length of the canine's cock protruding out in front of Sly's wide-eyed face. The raccoon licked his lips. He fell to his knees, and raised his hands to wrap them around the base of that huge, gorgeous cock. Before taking it fully into his muzzle though, just playfully, teasingly lapping at the tip with his tongue and closing his eyes in glee as he listened to the horse whinnying, Sly asked the question that had been racing through his mind over and over again since the horse said that he'd been told that there was someone in the bathroom giving out blowjobs.

"Your friend, h-he... do you think he told anyone else?"

The horse chuckled, and his cock throbbed as Sly stroked him, and licked at his tip again, a thick spurt of pre-cum lashing out without warning and painting the raccoon across the face.

"A-aahhh... you must be new here, huh? We regulars, w-we, aaahyeah... we tell each other everything. So, don't worry yourself. You'll be able to make plenty of money tonight. Just, don't expect to be heading home before two, three AM. I know some folks who were already talking about staying for seconds before I even got in here."

Sly trembled. It had been just after seven in the evening when he'd slipped into the bar, and he probably hadn't been in the bathroom for even fifteen minutes yet. He stared at the huge cock in front of him, then glanced over to his rucksack, to the huge diamond and the crumpled ten dollar bill within it.

His face burned crimson. He moaned hungrily, and after one last murmur to the horse, he wrapped his muzzle hungrily around that huge, throbbing cock, and began to pay it all the intense and loving attention such a glorious erection deserved.

"...w-well, when you're done... t-tell them they're welcome to sloppy seconds, and, if whoever runs the place doesn't mind a bit of a lock in... probably thirds, too. Coz, I dunno about you guys, but... tonight? Tonight, there's nowhere else I'd rather be."

By Jeeves

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