Chapter 5: Gloryhole Sluts

The apartment was still thick with the scent of sex when Vicky finally stirred the next evening. His body ached in the most delicious way — ass sore, thighs sticky, and skin marked with faint hickeys and handprints from the intense night with Ruben and Stefen. He was lying naked between them on the couch, covered by a thin blanket, when Stefen’s fingers lazily traced circles on his soft tummy.

Stefen leaned in, kissing Vicky’s neck softly before whispering, “I’m still horny ... and I know you are too.”

Vicky bit his lip, feeling that familiar needy ache return despite how thoroughly he’d been used. Ruben was still snoring lightly beside them.

Stefen’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Let’s go out tonight. Just you and me. There’s that place downtown ... the gloryhole spot behind the old warehouse district. It’s discreet, open late, and always busy on weekends.”

Vicky’s heart raced. He had heard about it — a sleazy but popular spot where anonymous men used willing mouths and holes through holes in the wall. The thought of being reduced to nothing but a set of warm, eager holes for strangers made his clitty twitch.

“I ... I want to,” Vicky whispered, voice already breathy with excitement. “Let’s go.”

They dressed like the sluts they were.

Vicky chose a tiny black pleated skirt that barely covered his ass, a cropped white hoodie that showed off his smooth midriff, thigh-high fishnet stockings, and a pair of slutty platform heels. He did his makeup heavy — glossy lips, smoky eyes, and blush that made him look like a cheap whore. Stefen matched him in a similar outfit, pink skirt and all.