One was occupied, so I went into the other.Maybe my previous public toilet experience had opened my eyes to secrets I’d never known, because as soon as I stepped inside, I noticed the glory hole between the two cubicles.I may not have had any action since that shopping mall encounter, but I’d definitely been researching. The standing guy grabbed his head, bucked into his mouth, and let out this primal, guttural sound that echoed off the tiles.It was like a roar. Gay sex Alpha. Then one morning I read the local paper and spat out my coffee. He was good looking, around my age, with a scruffy beard. My heart was racing.Holy fuck. The desire, the itch, all gone. As I rounded the bend, something made me glance back.He was there, drying his hands and still smiling as he watched me go.A very handsome man, probably about to head home to his wife and hide a secret as big as the one I was desperate to bury.Want the rest? Like maybe she can see it.
