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This story was written for DraekoSilver as day 30 of Kinktober 2020. Today's kink was "Glory Hole" and the story contains M/M sex between multiple consenting adults, focusing on a particular character from the Guardians of the Galaxy. :3

Relaxing with Rocket

Sitting on the closed lid of the toilet beneath him, leaning back against the porcelain tank with his eyes half shut in contentment, Rocket rubbed his swollen cock through the dark, woven fabric crotch of his pants. He waited patiently, listening to the regular swinging of the bathroom door and the rise of music from the club beyond each time it swung open. He listened to people's footsteps strolling past his cubicle and into one of the others further down the line, or to the urinals further beyond at the other end of the bathroom. Occasionally he heard snippets of conversation shared between friends who had come to pee at the same time, or even a murmur between strangers as they navigated past one another in a likely semi-drunken state. He waited patiently though, caressing himself, squeezing his cock as it strained within his clothing, feeling his tail twitch from side to side and curling his toes within his leather boots. Soon, he was sure that someone would come his way, and when they did...

Rocket glanced over at the hole in the cubicle wall to his left, the toilet roll holder having been removed from the wall on both sides to reveal its presence. He shuddered, and licked his lips.

Soon.

Sure enough, less than five minutes later Rocket heard a brief swell in the music from the club beyond once again as someone new entered the bathroom, and he heard not one but several cubicle doors swing open as though the person was investigating each cubicle looking for something in particular. He took a deep, steady breath of hopeful anticipation, and grinned as sure enough just a short while later he heard the cubicle door beside his open up, and heard the figure who had opened it shuffle inside with a nervous, testing clearing of his throat.

"Hey..."

Rocket growled back, chuckling as he heard a sudden shift as the figure jumped, clearly not having expected such an open response, if any at all. He had no interest in being coy though, not tonight.

"Show me."

He moaned as he slipped off the toilet seat and rose to his feet, finally allowing himself to fumble with the thin brown leather belt holding his pants up. Rocket moved towards the hole, his body at the perfect height, only having to lean the tiniest bit forward in order to bring his muzzle level with the opening. He didn't even have a chance to lean further forward and peer through though before he heard the click of the next door cubicle locking, a brief shuffling of fabric, and then saw something pink, fleshy and still in the process of swelling push itself through the hole. Rocket growled again, grinned a toothy grin as he pulled his belt open and began to tease his pants down around his knees, and even before he could free his own cock to grab it and begin masturbating more openly, he took a step closer to the glory hole and took the stranger's still stiffening cock into his eager maw.

"Ohhhgodfuck..."

Rocket smirked around the cock now wildly twitching and even more rapidly swelling in his muzzle. It wasn't the biggest cock he'd ever tasted, probably just under six inches when at full mast, but Rocket himself was living proof that size didn't matter and he sure as hell wasn't going to judge this other guy for what he had to offer. Quite the contrary, for being his first taker of the night, Rocket went all out for the man on the far side of the cubicle wall. He bobbed and slurped, he suckled hard on the head of the stranger's erection until a strangled yelp echoed around the bathroom, and only eased off when the restroom door swung open again and another figure padded their way across the tile floor towards the urinals. The other figure almost pulled his cock back from the glory hole upon hearing the new entry, but Rocket fought to keep teasing him, to keep stimulating him consistently but delicately enough to coax him into staying put throughout that newcomer's presence. Indeed as was inevitably the case in a busy club with only a few restrooms, another figure entered before the first new arrival had left, and another. They did their business seemingly without a thought for the occupants of those two closed cubicles, and as it became increasingly clear to Rocket's new friend that he wasn't going to be able to share this experience with the warm muzzle in the next cubicle over alone, he began to gently but insistently thrust against the hole through which he was being sucked, and felt Rocket start working him harder and more pleasurably in response.

With his ears perked up, listening for the little breathy gasps and shuddering inhalations which were the only audible clues to his current partner's pleasure, Rocket massaged his own cock with one hand and his furred balls with the other as he felt the shaft in his maw begin to throb more urgently and began tasting more and more of the man's surprisingly sweet pre-cum. A couple of cubicles down a toilet flushed, and Rocket chose that moment to suckle more intensely on the cock presented to him, forcing a more audible grunt from its owner while under the cover of the rushing water. Even after that person left though, the sound of footsteps against tile continued to ring out around them, and it was with the subtle sound effect of urine drumming against a urinal bowl in the background that Rocket finally felt the cock in his muzzle twitch sharply before giving one almighty lurch and beginning to fire ribbons of cum down the back of his throat.

Flicking his tongue against the underside of the man's cock while continuing to slurp and suckle throughout his peak, Rocket massaged his own cock harder, but knew he wasn't going to be able to share that high with this particular visitor to the restroom. He carried his new friend right the way through his peak, and kept on sucking and licking at the tip of the other man's cock right up until with a ragged gasp of obvious overstimulation the figure in the next cubicle over pulled himself free of the furred muzzle's grasp. A soft wet pop rang out around the restroom as the cock pulled itself away from Rocket's maw, and Rocket thought he heard a slight chuckle from the direction of the urinals. Silence fell over the room after that though, broken only by the slight rustling of clothes being tugged back into place. Without a word, the occupant of the next cubicle over unlocked his door, opened it up, and totally forgetting to even try and pass off his presence in the cubicle as legitimate by flushing, he stumbled bashfully and hurriedly away to the bathroom door.

Taking a step or two back, Rocket leaned up against the opposite wall of his own cubicle, and looked down at his straining five inches. He ran a single finger along the underside of his shaft, sighing happily as a bead of pre-cum drooled out onto his digit, and brought it to his muzzle, relishing his own more tangy taste in comparison to the salty-sweet flavour of the man who had just cum down his throat. He didn't have long to luxuriate in the memories of his first blowjob of the night though, because soon he heard footsteps moving from the urinals back across the room, only to stop, turn, and step into the cubicle beside him rather than leaving.

"Sounded like that guy had fun. You up for another?"

A gruffer, far more confident voice spoke through the wall, and its owner didn't even wait for an answer before a much larger cock with a flared equine head emerged through the hole. Rocket grinned, he licked his lips, and without a word of response stepped forward, wrapped the hand not holding his own erection around a portion of that much longer, thicker shaft, and filled his muzzle with the rest.

From that point onward, Rocket's night was the kind of blur he loved. Few things in life could make him relax to the extent where he totally dropped his guard, not thinking about the next potential attempt on his life or worrying about being abandoned by those who claimed to trust and care for him. But, enough cocks, enough cum and enough guys begging for his attention in succession were certainly guaranteed to provide that particular result. An hour passed. Two. Three hours. At some point, word must have started to spread that there was someone in the men's room offering blowjobs, because the consistency with which one visitor to the glory-hole was immediately replaced by another after they left could not have been mere coincidence. Over and over again Rocket got to gulp down ribbons of thick, rich cum each with their own unique flavour, only occasionally being caught off guard by a load big enough or shots fired hard enough to make him gag and draw back, streaking his face and tunic with the remainder of their load as his hands worked to provide the owner of those more volatile eruptions with all the pleasure they could handle.

He was certain that some of the other folks in the restroom, those not faking a need to use the urinals or taking an especially long time washing their hands while awaiting a spot in the cubicle beside Rocket's to open up, knew what was going on. A couple of the men he sucked off had absolutely no chill, and moaned and grunted throughout their blowjob in a manner that was incredibly hot, but at the same time brought a greater and greater risk of someone narc'ing on them and getting Rocket kicked out. By some miracle though even when his actions were obviously overheard by someone with no interest in taking part, Rocket got away with it. There was no drumming of security guards' fists on his cubicle door, and no yelling of slurs from idiots who thought that the genders of any adults engaged in harmless consensual sex somehow had a baring on how valid they were in their very existence. There was just cock. Cock after cock after oozing, drooling, throbbing, spurting cock.

Of course, the erections being fed to him through the bathroom wall weren't the only ones experiencing their share of ecstasy. The cubicle wall in front of Rocket dripped and glistened with more and more of his own cum as the night went on. Over four hours no fewer than half a dozen of Rocket's own loads painted the wall, most of them erupting from him as his muzzle was stuffed with another man's throbbing, spurting cock. No matter how satisfied his body might have been though, seeing another cock feed itself through the hole towards him was all it took to stir Rocket's libido anew, and feeling not only his belly gurgling with all the cum it was holding onto, but strings and droplets clinging to and drying into the fur all over his face only served to amplify his resurgent desires.

There came a point however where no matter how eager Rocket was to go on, he found the trail of guys waning somewhat. The gaps between visits became longer, and after a particularly small but productive cock had streaked his face with several high pressure ropes of cum, Rocket huffing and whining greedily as he fought to make himself cum one last time alongside that copious release marking him with its presence, the cock's owner murmured to him as he pulled his pants back up in the wake of his release.

"Hey, just so you know, I heard them doing last call as I was coming in. So, you might wanna clean up before they do any staff checks."

Breathing heavily, trembling, cock still throbbing, unspent within his grasp, Rocket moaned in simultaneous fatigue and frustration. He was weary from his exertions throughout that night, there was no doubt. But, he still wanted more. And more. And more. He looked down at his cock, considering that if he'd known that last blowjob was going to be his last, he would have made absolutely certain he'd cum alongside the other guy.

"Unless..."

Rocket jumped slightly as he heard the other man speak again, only then realising that the figure in the opposite cubicle hadn't left yet.

"Unless?"

He murmured back, curious and breathless in his continued desire, hand still idly caressing his cock to hold him close to the edge.

"Well, from what I heard... you've been helping out guys all night. So, I thought... I dunno, do you... would you, uh... do you want me to get you off, before you call time for the evening?"

Rocket's eyes widened.

"You'd... you'd do that?"

The other man chuckled softly.

"After the way you sucked me off just now? It's the least I can do."

Rocket saw movement through the glory hole. He saw and heard the man on the other side fall to his knees, and watched as a finger poked through the hole and gestured in a curling, 'come here' motion before withdrawing once again.

It took just a few seconds for the shorter male to shed his boots, and with clawed fingertips and toes digging into the cubicle's compressed wood-chip wall, Rocket managed to position himself with his cock at glory-hole level with relative ease. He closed his eyes, and surrendered himself entirely to the stranger on the far side of the wall as so many had surrendered to him throughout the night. He let his mind go blank as it only could after a night of sex, relaxing entirely into this final experience of his time at the club. Indeed, even as the bathroom door swung open and a group of laughing, drunken guys wandered in to piss before heading out, Rocket growled openly, shamelessly at the sensation of a pair of warm, soft lips wrapping around his erection. The stranger's muzzle began to bob and slurp hungrily at his shaft, and started to work the needy, trembling figure of Rocket towards what would fittingly be both his own, and the glory hole's final release of the night.

By Jeeves

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