The Glory Hole Mix-Up

"So here's how it works," Julie said as I pulled the car into the restaurant's parking lot. "You go into the stall and tap the person's shoe with yours, and if they tap back you're good to go!"

I turned into a spot and shut off the engine. "Yeah, but I already know you wanna suck my dick."

Julie rolled her eyes. "I know, dummy. The whole point is the roleplay. We're pretending that we're strangers and that makes it way hotter."

I wasn't quite sure why Julie wanted to do this so badly, but I had to admit the idea was kind of hot. I was still pretty nervous about it though, and I was trying not to let it show.

We braced ourselves for the cold and made the mad dash for the front doors.

Riverside Bistro was the hippest new restaurant in the city. It was an upper class place back in the 80s, but had sat abandoned for the last couple of decades. But now some young finance dudes had bought it and converted it into a swanky new restaurant with a blend of modern and vintage targeted at 20-somethings.

While the place had been abandoned it had been turned into a cruising spot, and a few of the stalls now had glory holes cut into them. The new owners decided to not just leave them, but improve them and make them safer to use. They weren't explicitly telling people to use them, but they sanded off the sharp edges and padded them and pretended to look the other way.

We dropped off our coats in the coat check room and I slipped the small paper tickets into my pocket. Once we had been seated I glanced over to the bathroom doors at the far end of the room. The Men's and Women's signs had been removed, both bathrooms being designated gender neutral.

We had already made our plan. After appetizers, Julie would head to the bathroom while I played it cool, and a minute later I would follow and we would have a glory hole quickie before the entrées arrived.

The appetizers were really good, but I was so nervous that I didn't really enjoy them as much as I wanted to. I was glad we were getting this done before the entrées so I could really enjoy that at least.

As soon as Julie finished her appetizer she made a show of saying she needed to use the washroom and walked off. I pulled out my phone and pretended to be completely uninterested, but really I was watching the clock. As soon as a minute ticked by, I stood up and made my way to the twin bathroom doors.

I suddenly realized that we hadn't agreed on which one we were using. I paused for a second before deciding to choose the one on the right and see if I could see her shoes under the stall. Sure enough, I immediately recognized her favourite pair of cherry red Chucks under the fourth stall nearest the far wall. I beelined for the third stall and closed the door, sitting on the closed toilet lid and steadying myself. I hadn't looked through the hole when I entered, and from this angle I could only see the stall door.

I remembered the protocol and slid my foot towards the stall barrier. I gently gave her shoe a solid tap, and waited for her to tap back. It seemed like she hesitated for a second, but then she tapped my foot in response and I excitedly stood up and unzipped my jeans, pulling my still mostly soft dick out and sliding it through the hole in the wall.

I heard the shuffling sound of someone climbing to their knees and felt Julie's warm mouth envelop my dick. I bit my lip so I wouldn't make a sound and let her work her magic as blood flooded my cock.

Once I was fully hard she really got to work, using her tongue and suction to really go to town on me. My eyebrows flew up in surprise. It wasn't like she was normally bad at blowjobs or anything, but this was easily the best one she had ever given me. I figured maybe the eroticism of the situation was driving her nuts and she was trying some new things, and I wasn't exactly going to complain about that, now was I?

I bit down on my arm to prevent any moans from escaping. The restaurant's music was decently loud in here, but not loud enough to cover moaning, and I didn't want to be rude to anyone who actually needed to use the other stalls.

But holy shit, Julie was not making it easy for me. Her tongue circled my shaft as she bobbed all the way to the wall with ease. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer if she kept that up.

It was then that my phone went off in my back pocket. My brow furrowed. That was Julie's text sound. Why was she texting me while she sucked me off? A thought popped into my head. Maybe she was sending me a selfie? The idea drove me a little wild and I eagerly unlocked my phone and opened our messages up.

But it wasn't a picture, it was a text. I froze as I stared down at the words on the screen. I could read them, but my brain couldn't make sense of them.

"Where are you?"

My blood ran cold. Was this some sort of joke? Why would she send me that while she was sucking me off?

At the back of my mind I knew the answer immediately, but the rest of my mind was desperately trying to pretend it wasn't true. I rapidly attempted every way to rationalize it and none of them made any sense. Meanwhile, the mouth I had thought belonged to Julie was bringing me closer and closer to orgasm while I was trying to get myself out of shock. Finally, my brain caved and I accepted that I had somehow made a horrible mistake, and a complete stranger was currently sucking my dick.

I knew I should stop this. I knew I should pull back and run out of there and beg forgiveness. I knew this was bad and I should leave immediately.

But I couldn't. It just felt so fucking good.

A voice in the back of my mind pointed out that it was too late, I'd already cheated, so why not at least get to cum? It's not like that would make it MORE cheating, right?

My brain and my dick battled for supremacy, and quicker than I would have liked my dick won out. I slid my phone back into my pocket and let myself enjoy the warm mouth ravishing my cock. It only took another minute or so to reach the point of no return, and my hips slammed against the wall of the stall as my orgasm broke and my dick pumped shot after shot of cum down the throat of the mystery mouth on the other side.

The stranger got up and left their stall before I had a chance to recover, and I didn't manage to catch a glimpse of anything other than their red Chucks as they walked out. The same red Chucks that Julie was wearing, but clearly not hers. Fuck.

I pulled my phone back out and typed the first thing I could think of.

"Sorry babe, got a phone call from work and had to take it. OK if we call it off?"

I shoved my dick back into my pants and dashed back to the table, hitting send the second I sat down. I stared over at the bathroom doors and much to my dismay I watched as Julie walked out from the left door. She was clearly pretty annoyed about being left alone in a bathroom stall for five minutes. I apologized profusely, making up some bullshit about an emergency that I had to quickly guide one of the night crew through.

By the time we finished our dinner she was back in good spirits. I decided I was just going to pretend that none of it had ever happened and rationalized that telling her would only hurt her and wouldn't make it better. It wasn't like I had done it intentionally, right?

Once we had finished and paid I offered to go get our coats from the coat check. I walked into the small room and handed the girl my tickets. As she searched the racks another person walked in behind me. I glanced idly at the newcomer, giving him a once over from head to toe. He was tall, with curly hair and a nice, stylish outfit. All black except for the single pop of colour.

A pair of cherry red Chucks.

Fuck.

I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead as the pieces slotted together in my head. I had let a dude suck me off. I had let some random dude suck me dry through a bathroom glory hole.

I was straight, I didn't like dudes.

So why was I suddenly rock hard?