Anonymous

Elias and Marcus had been broken up for eight months.

They still couldn’t stay away from each other.

After too many late-night texts and messy hookups, they came up with a new arrangement: anonymous sex only. No names. No faces. No talking. Just pure, raw fucking.

The club had private gloryhole rooms. Elias arrived first and chose a room with two holes. He stripped down to nothing and waited on his knees in the middle of the room.

A few minutes later, someone entered the booth on the other side of one wall.

A thick cock pushed through the hole.

Elias didn’t hesitate.

He took it into his mouth and sucked it deep, working it with his tongue and hand. The man on the other side groaned. Elias lost himself in the rhythm — sucking, stroking, getting lost in the anonymity.

After a few minutes, the cock pulled back.

Another one took its place through the second hole — longer, slightly curved.

Elias turned and took that one into his mouth instead.

He was so focused on the cock in his mouth that he didn’t notice the first man had moved to the other booth until a much thicker cock pushed through the first hole again.

Elias’s eyes widened.

It was the biggest one yet.

He backed up and lined himself up, then slowly sank down onto it. The stretch was intense. The man on the other side groaned and started fucking him through the hole with deep, steady strokes.

Elias moaned around the cock in his mouth as he was fucked from both ends — anonymous, faceless, perfect.

He didn’t know which one was Marcus.

He didn’t care.

He came untouched, his cock pulsing as he made a mess of the floor. The man fucking him groaned and buried himself deep, flooding Elias’s hole with cum. The one in his mouth followed soon after, spilling down his throat.

When both cocks pulled out, Elias stayed on his knees, breathing hard, cum leaking down his thighs and dripping from his lips.

A few minutes later, someone slid a piece of paper through one of the holes.

It had a single word written on it:

“Home.”

Elias smiled.

He cleaned himself up, got dressed, and left the club.

When he got back to the apartment he used to share with Marcus, the door was already unlocked.

Marcus was waiting for him on the couch.

They didn’t speak.

Marcus just pulled Elias into his lap and kissed him — slow and deep.

And for tonight, that was enough.