Page 6 of Double Shot

Chapter 3

Right Decisions

Klaus

It was a big, hard, veiny dick.

I continued staring at it in stunned silence as my brain took a second or two to catch up. To process what I was seeing.

A dick.

A big one.

All hard and flushed. And veiny.

Was this… a sign from the universe?

Was this to repay me for my terrible date with Clarence? I got this big, beautiful dick as a reward for getting through it? I mean, it had just appeared, like magic.

Through a glory hole, yes, but still.

And it was a really nice dick. Long, thick, flushed a nice pinkish-red, the foreskin pulled back to reveal the smooth head. My gaze zeroed in on the tiny slit at the tip. My tongue suddenly felt too thick for my mouth.

No, Klaus. That annoying, sensible voice in my head that rarely made an appearance chose this moment to pipe up. You can’t interact with the glory hole dick. You’re on a date. With another man. It’s not going well, no, but that doesn’t mean you get to take a brief interlude during which you play with someone else’s penis.

I swallowed thickly, my fingers twitching around my phone. The owner of the dick, waiting patiently in the next stall, cleared his throat meaningfully. As if there was a chance I’d yet to notice the big throbbing cock jutting from the wall in front of me.

No, Klaus, that voice said again. You’re on a date. You can’t. Have some respect for Clarence, even if he is weird and you’re not interested in him.

But I’m hungry! I whined back to that voice. And it’s suuuuch a nice dick…

My tongue darted out to wet my lips. I glanced at the door. Told myself to stand up and leave. Go back out to Clarence and finish the date respectfully and without touching any other dicks. It was the absolute least I could do.

Instead, I found myself reaching out and trailing my fingertips lightly over that thick length, my pulse leaping and my belly flipping with breathless anticipation.

I was just… being polite. Acknowledging it.

The dick’s owner grunted at the soft touch. The stall wall rattled, as if he’d pushed his hips into it, trying to increase the contact.

I bit my lip and wrapped my fingers fully around his cock, squeezing lightly just to feel how hard and hot it was in my hand. As arousal settled in the pit of my stomach and made my own cock twitch and start to stiffen, I heard the guy in the next stall inhale deeply. Concubi secreted a pheromone that strengthened considerably when we started getting turned on—one that was designed to heighten sensations—but only those familiar with having sex with our kind could really pinpoint what it was.

I couldn’t tell what species the guy next door was. The clientele in Gargy’s had seemed to be mostly supernatural, but there had been a couple of humans out there, unaware they were surrounded by tipsy monsters. All I knew was that he wasn’t an incubus like me.

The dick in my hand started to leak, a tiny drop of pre-cum welling at the tip and hanging there, suspended. I stared at it, starting to pant with lust, my tongue practically hanging out of my mouth.

Instead of dropping to my knees and sucking him down until he hit the back of my throat, I swiped my thumb through the drop of fluid and smoothed it over his tip. He grunted again, his hips banging into the partition wall.

“I’m actually on a date,” I heard myself say sheepishly, voice echoing around the restroom. “So, um… maybe just a handjob?”

I blushed as soon as I said it. As if handjobs were free passes? A-okay on dates with other people? This wasn’t a curious straight guy porno where handjobs ‘didn’t count.’

Except… maybe in this case, that could be true.

This didn’t count.

This was just me ensuring I was adequately nourished. As an incubus with specific needs.

Really, when you thought about it, giving this guy a handjob through the glory hole in Gargy’s restroom was no different from me… taking a multivitamin in the morning, for example. I was just fulfilling a basic bodily need that I, an incubus, happened to have.