Alone with Strangers

Shaking my head I stood and turned toward the door. I thought of Mandy watching me flee the store, which made me turn back for the DVD case on the floor. I'd have to return it. She'd know I was a chickenshit. In no more time than she'd known me, she'd see everything there was to know about me. Even as I bent to pick up the case, I cursed myself for being such a loser.

I froze when I heard a door close.

Not even my breath moved from my chest. My ears strained to listen. There was movement nearby. The moaning from the TV made it hard to tell, but I thought I could hear footsteps. My head turned toward the wall to my right.

The hole in the wall had been dark... hadn't it? Either way, I now noticed it was backlit. Through widened eyes I realized I could see pulsing lights beyond in the room beside mine. Had it always been that way? No. It couldn't have. As though staring through the tiny opening heightened my sense of hearing in that direction, I could make out the sounds of someone shuffling in the room next to mine. Or maybe that was my imagination.

In the dim pulsing colors of light, I peered straight through the hole and saw a figure pass beyond it and take a seat on a chair just like mine.

I jerked upright trying not to make a sound. My skin flushed with warmth. Someone was in that room. If I could hear them, they would surely be able to hear me. What the hell should I do? Sneak out? If I was quiet maybe they wouldn't hear. I winced and closed my eyes. Whoever it was knew I was in here. I'd been stupid enough to enter the very first door. The person would have had to pass this door, which meant they would have seen like I did whether the room was vacant or not.

As I was standing there in a state of silent panic, I stared right at the gaping hole in the wall... which is why I noticed when a pair of fingers poked through. I saw them curl over the lip of the hole and rest gently in place.

For several seconds the sight of another person's hand shocked me. Then as my brain came spiraling back into place, I knew what it meant. I'd read about it. Dreamt about it. That had been in the comfort of my apartment. Now I was staring at a stranger's hand. They knew I was in here. I needed no confirmation of this, but I got it anyway.

The fingers slowly flipped over. One of them began to curl repeatedly, beckoning to me.

I was about to turn and burst out of the door. Something held me in place. I didn't know who that was. They didn't know me. This was initially unsettling, but it also put me strangely at ease. My eyes fluttered around the room. There were no cameras, no windows, no one else except Mandy that even knew where I was. The idea alone kept me from bolting.

In that silent moment, my mind began to sink into familiar depths. An actual person was there, calling to me. How many times had I laid awake in bed and stroked myself to stuff like this? It was happening, right in front of me. I could walk right over and put myself through that hole. And someone would suck my dick. Someone would grope me and touch me and put me in their mouth. I'd only ever experienced that once, and it wasn't a fond memory.

In a daze I stepped toward the wall. I couldn't even believe I was doing it. The two fingers still waited patiently resting on the rim of the hole. My eyes were glued on them. The temptation was beginning to swallow me up. I was here. I'd come this far. Was I really going to back out now?

Just do it. Someone is going to put your cock in their mouth. Someone is going to suck you off.

My dick was already throbbing. In a trance I began to pull open my belt. My fingers trembled as I unfastened my pants. Nothing else seemed to exist. Just this tiny room. No events from the past. No impending doom of the future.

Just pull it out. No one knows. No one will know, just do it.

Tugging my underwear down to my thighs, I positioned myself before the wall. My bare ass felt cool as the air rushed over it. My cock dangled pitifully, half erect and small. The sound of my breathing was deafening. Awkwardly I moved toward the wall. It came together perfectly for some reason. I didn't have to stoop or stand on my tip toes. My crotch closed against the soft wall. My cock and balls entered the unknown inside the hole.

There was no time to think. Not even a second. I immediately felt fingertips take hold of my sensitive flesh. Another hand joined by cradling my balls. I gasped. My face was inches from the wall. I glanced down, which was useless. All I could see were my hips pinned against the fabric of the wall. I blinked and looked around, unsure of what to do with myself.

I felt lips touch the tip of my dick. Air rushed into my lungs and never returned. Again I felt a wet pair of lips close in a gentle kiss on my cock. The person planted kiss after kiss along my skin, careful to cover every inch. The fingers tugged at my skin, pulling the arousal through my shaft. I could feel the nerves evaporate. My body began to relax. My shaft began to grow in the person's hands as they coaxed it along.

A hot tongue slid from the base of my shaft to my tip. My eyes closed. There wasn't anything to see. I allowed myself to focus on the wetness that was being painted onto my dick one lick at a time. I could feel myself bobbing in the stranger's fingers. I was almost hard. Lips and tongue began to work in unison, each lap of the tongue sealed by a gentle kiss of their lips.

I was caught by surprise when I felt my cock being crammed into the stranger's mouth. It wasn't just part of me. My entire shaft was piled into the person before their lips sealed near the base of my dick. My eyes flew open. God, they were flipping my cock around in their mouth with their tongue. It was all so wet like they were trying to coat me in their spit. When I felt their head reach my tip again, the person tightened their mouth around my glans and tugged at my shaft. My dick was being pulled by their mouth.

The sensation was incredible. Ninety percent of my shaft was exposed while the person's lips sucked and pulled on me. I could feel the blood rushing into my dick causing it to swell with each beat of my heart. My knees trembled and my head turned to the side to hug flat against the wall. I didn't even realize what I was doing when my hand searched wildly to my side. It found the bar that ran vertically up the wall. I clutched it as I felt my dick enveloped by heat again.

I pressed myself as closely to the wall as I could. My cock was ensnared in a stranger's mouth. Now they were sliding their head up and down my hardened cock. The flesh of my shaft was so wet already. Moist pressure beat at my shaft inside the person's mouth as they wagged their tongue and lapped at each passing inch greedily. My balls were gently rolled across another set of fingers.

It was like existing in two worlds. One half of me twitched against a soft carpeted wall. Another part of me was jammed into a seperate reality where I was being jolted with unbearable sensations of ecstasy. There was no one to touch. I couldn't see the person who pleasured me. Four of my senses were rendered useless, while in a seemingly other dimension my fifth explored the unknown.

My mind wandered, floating through the waves of ebbing sensations. I couldn't help but assign a face to the person on the other side of the wall. I knew better, but I imagined a woman with a big rack and blonde hair, her painted fingernails poking up from the tips of her fingers that gingerly stroked my shaft in and out of her mouth. Maybe that was unrealistic. An exciting thought caused my shaft to prod the back of the person's throat. It was possible it was a person like Mandy, a person like me who could get this interaction no other way. Maybe they just enjoyed the thrill of a stranger's dick in their mouth.

I tried to pump my hips against the wall, but it felt so much better to just press forward and let the stranger explore my cock. Whoever this was, they were nothing like me. They were skilled. The nasty realization hit me that this was not the first dick they'd sucked. Over and over they forced their throat against the tip of my cock willingly, their tongue roiling underneath the entire time. Their hands grew more firm. I could feel a thumb and a finger tighten like a tourniquet around the base of my shaft. My entire cock bulged in the person's mouth. This made the sensation of each lick and each touch intensify.

I moaned aloud when one hand piled my balls upward and the stranger's face engulfed my entire dick. My rigid flesh gave. The tip of my cock bent and dove into their tight throat. I clutched the bar on my side of the wall with white knuckles while my free hand steadied my body flat on the wall. The stranger turned their head this way and that attempting to gobble up every inch of my cock. My balls were wadded into their hand, and because of this I felt it when their chin mashed against the sensitive skin of my sack.

That's when I felt the thick layer of hair that coated that chin.

I blinked. My mouth was still agape in a silent moan. I didn't move or pull away. But I was focused on the feeling of the beard that was brushing over my balls. The stranger had my entire dick in his face. I felt his lips opening and closing around my shaft as he pressed in. It was like he was pulling more my cock into him using his lips. Finally his head slid away and I heard him gasp.

It was more of a guttural growl. From a man.

Still I didn't move. The stranger wasted no time. Again he sucked my shaft into his lips. His mouth would open, and he'd lap at my tip like an melting cone if ice cream. My glans lanced upward past his nose as he worked. I felt every hair of his mustache pricking my soft tip when it did.

My mouth was still open. My body was frozen while internally I wrestled with the realization. It was a man. Of course it was. I wasn't stupid enough to actually think that women came to these places for this kind of thing. Yet for some reason I was still locked in a state of bewilderment. That was the whole thing. I wasn't supposed to know. It was anonymous. It could be anyone sucking my cock. Of course I still had no idea who this person was.

But I knew it was a man.

Thoughts of pulling my cock back through the hole surfaced in my head. Those doubts were quickly sucked right through my shaft into the man's mouth. I felt his head lunging slowly and methodically. My entire dick was swallowed up and nearly spit out over and over again. Each time my dick plunged into his mouth, my tip would mash his throat before I felt gentle suction when he tugged his head back.

The assault was mind numbing. The man's head bobbed and dove relentlessly. My mind wasn't given time to think anything through. Two thoughts were stuck there in my head, jostled around by the beating of the guy's wet mouth around my shaft.

It's a guy. It feels so fucking good. A guy is sucking your cock. He's so fucking good.

My face was pressed hard into the soft fabric on the wall. My muffled cries were wet and sloppy, littering the material with spittle as I held on for dear life. I couldn't even see straight. My eyeballs might have been rolling or crossing in their sockets. All I could feel was the swelling in my dick, the tingling between my legs and my ass, and the tightness under my balls right where the strange man clutched them in a wad in his hand.

I could hear the wet slurping of his mouth. I could feel that same wetness in his beard, and all over my naked crotch. Even clutching the metal bar beside me, I was doing my best to stand on wobbly knees. I couldn't help but picture him. Some tiny strand of me hoped that it would repulse me or make me jerk my dick back through the hole.

Instead it pushed me overboard. My hard cock bulged and nodded inside the man's bearded lips. I gasped against wall and jerked my body against it. My free hand flew upward. Desperately I searched for the horizontal bar above my head until my fist clasped onto it tightly. I tried to hold myself in place. My legs wanted to buckle. I held myself firmly against the wall.

The incredible dull sting hit the tip of my dick as it burst inside stranger's mouth. I yelled loudly and unexpectedly. I felt my bare ass cheeks cramping from how tightly they seized. With each nod of my shaft I filled the man's mouth. He didn't stop. His head kept lunging and gobbling my dick. His mouth grew fuller and wetter with each second. My swollen tip was prodding over his tongue through my own cum.

I couldn't take anymore. The guy wouldn't stop. I bucked and twitched against the wall like an epileptic. I fought the urge to yank my cock out of the hole because it felt too damn good inside of there, but I writhed and moaned on the wall for my efforts. I couldn't even tell if I'd stopped coming yet. The head of my cock was insanely sensitive, and I felt white hot jolts every time the guy's fat tongue coiled beneath it.

At last his motions stopped. Now I felt him seal his lips around my fattened shaft and draw back slowly. It felt like his mouth was pulling every inch of me clean and dry. I could practically feel every bit of wetness and film gather near my tip in his mouth. I shuddered when his lips slipped around my tip to purse in a final kiss. My dick was freed from the hot moisture of the stranger's mouth. Soon, he released his fingers as well. My dick dangled free.

On shaking legs I took a step back. My cock bobbed limp and wasted at my crotch. I couldn't do anything for several moments except catch my breath and stare at my sticky reddened shaft. I must have looked ridiculous with my pants around my knees and my dick dripping milky drops into my underwear below.

I stared back at the hole in front of me. I saw nothing. No fingers, no mouth, no bearded face... Several seconds past before I heard the door to the room next to mine open and close. In a daze I listened, expecting to be able to map the man's every move. Instead I stood like an idiot in silence with my pants around my thighs.

Reality settled back in. The weight of it was crushing. What the hell had I done? Quickly I fastened my pants back around my waist. I fumbled for the DVD case on the floor. I had to get out of there. A thousand worries ricochetted through my skull. I buried them deep and focused. I needed to leave. I needed to get home.

God, what was I thinking?

****

I barely slept that night.

For hours I stared at the ceiling in my bedroom. I knew I'd be dragging my body into work the next day. No matter how many times I tossed and turned in the bed or how tightly I shut my eyes, sleep evaded me. I'd showered. I'd even thought of doing so twice. I knew that wouldn't matter. Still I felt sticky and disgusting. I couldn't shake the feeling. The rest of my body felt drained and fresh, but my entire crotch still felt warm. It had to be all just in my head.

The feeling was the hardest thing to shake. The only person that I'd even met eyes with on the way home had been Mandy. The way she smiled at me... even that felt filthy. It was like she saw exactly what I'd done. I'd looked over every guy on the sidewalk and on the train. Any one of them could have had my cock in his mouth and a belly full of my cum. It was unsettling.

But god, the feeling...

I thought of Trisha from so long ago. She'd been the only one who'd ever have done that to me. She was one of the only two people I'd ever slept with. I remembered how timid she'd been. So slow and deliberate. That rhythm she'd gotten in to. It was as though I could hear her thoughts. Trisha was hoping she could just get through that blowjob and get me off quickly. It was cold, like she was performing a task.

That was not what I felt at Carrie's. Whoever it was on the other side of that wall was desperate to do what they did. They loved it. I could still hear them gasping for breath. I remembered the way that they held my cock and balls in their hands while I shot cum into their mouth. The person hadn't stopped. They'd taken so much pleasure in making my cock do that. They'd worshipped every meager inch, mouthing my dick like a starved animal.

The guy knew exactly what to do with his mouth.

My eyes blinked open in the dark. I was nowhere near sleep. Now my limp cock was beginning to throb with excitement at the very thought of the guy sucking me off. I began to worry once more about who it could have been, or if it were someone I knew. That only made my dick pulse even more.

I did my best the rest of the week to act like it had never happened. I slogged through work ignoring most people like always. The thoughts were always in the back of my mind, wondering if any guy I was near had been the one at Carrie's that night. Over and over I'd quickly dismiss the ridiculous thought. One guy. One coworker of mine at the factory had gotten outted for going there, and that was because of his marital life being plastered across social media. Just because one guy I vaguely knew went there didn't mean my mysterious stranger was a coworker.

But now two of you have been there.

I brushed the thoughts aside and watched the car parts roll down the line. It was easier when I kept my hands busier. Each day I focused on work and remained as invisible as ever.

Alone in my apartment was always the hardest. I'd even tried to jerk off in the shower one night, thinking of a girl I'd seen at a coffee shop earlier that day. It was no use. Maybe it was all becoming too routine. Whether I was lathered up in the shower with my fantasies, or laid back on my couch with my laptop, beating off seemed so stale. It only made me feel worse about myself. I'd done nothing with my personal life in years. The thought of friends or a dating life terrified me. My track record was so bad. Now I couldn't even masturbate to erase my loneliness.

Either it was that, or I couldn't erase how incredible it had felt to have my cock sucked off by a stranger through a hole at Carrie's.

No matter what I did, I kept thinking of it. Even the memory was thrilling. I thought of how shaken I was by the whole ordeal. The idea that anyone I passed on the street might have been the one... slowly it was becoming less creepy and more exciting. I kept remembering how shocked I was feeling that beard against my balls. The way he'd gobbled me up greedily. I pictured my wet dick gliding in and out of a sloppy bearded face. Just the image was enough to make me want to cross my legs.

Something Mandy had said stuck with me the entire week. At the moment, I'd been too focused on getting out of the store in a rush to register what she told me. I'd practically flung the DVD on the counter before bolting out of the store. But the simple little phrase had been a seed that had sprouted.

"You should try Friday, it's a busier night."

Such a simple little suggestion. That dirty smile she'd flashed me when she said it had only lasted a second. And yet apparently it lasted an entire week. The entire work day Friday I thought of it. The day after Carrie's, I had sworn that I'd never go back. I spent hour after hour all Friday wondering if I should. Nothing had happened. No one knew. My cock hadn't turned purple and fallen off. What would it hurt? A deeply hidden part of me dared to think up another idea. What if I stayed there all night? Just to see how busy it got? How many times could I convince myself to get off?

Though I doubted my marathon would really play out, the thought of going back to Carrie's excited me so much. Was I already hooked? Who cared if it was a guy? No one would even know. Maybe I even preferred it that way.

That's probably why it was so good.

Punching my card to clock out for the day, I started to wonder if I was addicted already. I wasn't sure yet.