Homoween 2019: Hollywood Coven

Day 20: Monster Mensroom

If you asked Jude, he would say that he didn't have any tattoos. He'd be genuinely confused as to what you were talking about. Like most under Channing's thrall, his memories about that night and his choices come in fragments. But for some reason, occasionally something will happen to him. He'll have blackouts and then wake up the next morning sleeping at his laptop. Most of the time he'll chalk it up to a heavy night of drinking and writing, ala the famous midnight disease that tends to strike writers.

But the strange handsome man that followed him around- that- what was his name? Started with an L. He saw him poolside and then later the guy tried to seduce him at Ra. L-Landry? No. That wasn't it. Too many letters.

Jude could be forgiven for forgetting a name or two. He got hit on a lot. Mostly by men, sometimes by bachelorette parties. He rarely went home with anyone he'd have called a customer. He had a line and some sense of dignity. Not much, but some.

It was weird too. It used to be that Ra and his other little jobs around town fueled him. He'd had so much energy. Vegas itself had a warm sort of motherly bosom to welcome the unattached. But now he found himself exhausted on the regular. When had his jobs become so taxing? Why was his memory slipping? He'd been to the HMO provided doctor. They'd just told him to take melatonin and not to skip meals since he was under weight and needed extra iron.

Still, he made good tips and he looked good doing it. And still seemed to lose weight no matter how much he ate.

Jude also had a penchant for gloryholes. He knew it was weird and degrading and not all that sanitary- but every now and then he just got a yen to stick out his mouth and see what popped in through a hole in a stall. So sue him. Nobody was perfect. Jude's favorite glory hole was this two hole stall in this small casino just off the Strip, almost set back in the desert. The casino itself was so nondescript it didn't even have a memorable name.

The men's room was a monster. It was long with a bank of at least fifteen urinals and offset on the other side from that were just as many stalls in one corridor. Like with gyms you could cruise at, the stalls farthest in the back were for play as much as regular use. Now an amateur might go all the way to the back to the last stall and only get the hole on the end.

Which was fine. 

If you were an amateur.

Jude hadn't been in long when a couple of men came in. He didn't know anything about them since all he could hear was the door. He'd made due for a couple of unattended minutes reading the old graffiti, a couple of bits were scratched out. 

Sounds of men on the side of either stall. 

Peeking through one hole, he couldn't see more than the torso as the man unzipped. This one was fuzzy. Thick, uncut cock. Okay. Jude wasn't shy to a challenge. The other man was more smooth and uncut but longer, less thick. Hmm. His gaze went back and forth but neither man seemed to be peeing. They seemed to be waiting for something. He used the two fingers through the hole method to kick things off. Both ways. Why not?

And it seemed like they were both interested. And using both holes. Did they know each other? It was likely. Maybe they were even a couple. 

The fuzzier man's dick has foreskin that was thicker. Almost like an animal's. Jude didn't mind though, he seemed to secrete tasty pre-cum.

"That's nice-" he heard the fuzzy man's voice, practically the tone of a wolf. 

"Don't forget me-" the other voice said. Posh. At the command, Jude swiveled. One hand anchored to his naked hip so that he was centered nicely on the toilet, the other moved toward's Derek's dick. He stroked the slightly slick member as he sucked on Luke's. Derek became hard nearly immediately while Luke seemed to take more work but the rewards were deeper and seemingly more infinite. Luke liked to use his hips. It was more like a face fuck whereas Derek seemed to be just as likely to pound the wall as to pound the mouth.