Keegan P. Russ

Keegan was the type of man who barely had time for himself. Between missions and training, he didn't even have enough time to properly jerk off. As the stress of missions and planning would slowly gather in his muscles, making his trapezius muscles tight with knots and he would snap at the others more often, his teammates knew it was time to give good ol' Keegan some alone time or take him to a certain establishment, where he could take care of his needs.

Keegan wasn't a fan of brothels, he was far from it. He was a proud man, and it somehow rubbed off on him the wrong way that he had to pay for pleasure like he was incapable of finding someone on a dating app for a one-night stand. Building a relationship, or even just organizing a quick fuck took up precious time that he didn't have, so his only solution was indeed brothels. The act the prostitutes usually put up was nothing else, just an act. Their reactions and moans felt way too fake, which kept him far away from them. He wanted to hear someone's moans because he was giving them pleasure, real pleasure.

Hesh recently heard of a new establishment that offered quite a wide variety of services, and he thought it would be a good idea to take his brother, Logan, and Keegan out. The three of them were in dire need of some stress relief, the arguments that often broke out in the team were a clear indication of that. The building looked modest from the outside, nothing like those stereotypical flashy ones. Keegan preferred it this way. Once they walked in, they were met with a sensual ambiance, and a lady looking expectantly at them from behind the front desk. The Walker brothers quickly disappeared after paying the fee.

Keegan shook his head, then stepped up to the receptionist. She asked what sort of service he needed. "I don't want prostitutes." he quickly said. "No shame or anythin', just not my thing. Any other service that has...more willing subjects?" He asked awkwardly. The receptionist explained that they had gloryholes, where regular people could just walk in and anonymously take care of their needs. That was exactly what he needed. After receiving a wet wipe to wipe his loin off before using the establishment, he was led to the Gloryhole section. He stepped into his designated booth after he was told that his partner was already waiting for him.

He couldn't help but be a little nervous as he undid his belt and zipper, pulling his dick out. He gave it a few strokes, ghosting his fingertips over his hardening shaft as he imagined the hot wetness that would soon envelop it. He grunted quietly at the thought, a shiver running down his spine as he tugged on his cock. When he was finally hard and ready, he gave a puzzled look at the hole in the wall. Was he supposed to warn the person or should he just put it in? He huffed, lubing his cock up until it was nice and slick, then he lined it up with the hole. He was hoping he could push inside whoever was on the other side without missing. That would be embarrassing.

He leaned on the wall with his forearm and he slowly pushed his cock into the hole. He could feel it poke the warm skin of another person, who he could feel adjust themselves to make it easier for him. At the second attempt, he managed to push inside them. He didn't care whether he was in someone's cunt or ass, all he knew was they were so deliciously tight, that it made him groan out loud. He slowly began to thrust, letting them adjust to his length and girth. Keegan was a blessed man, he had both. He could hear some quiet huffs from the other side of the wall, which meant the stranger was enjoying this as much as him. It gave him the courage to speed up, making his thrust deeper and slightly faster.

Pleasure, like a mind-numbing drug, settled over his consciousness, making it harder for him to stay silent. He was usually very vocal during sex, and it was hard for him to hold back this time, making him bite his lip to keep his mouth shut. However, the tightness of their hole was so perfect that he couldn't just keep it to himself anymore. "So perfectly tight...you're hugging my cock just right, sweetheart" he grunted as his hips bucked against the wall, like an angry bull would against its enclosure. "Fuck, baby, I'll make you scream," he added with a moan, his thrusts changing between fast and hard, and torturously slow.