The stall next to it

Thankfully, you recognized this bar and you know a little something about it's bathroom stalls. You walk into the stall next to it and smirk as you unbutton your pants. It was still there, the glory hole in the stall. You slide your dick out of your pants and put the cock through the stall.

"What the hell? Who..." you hear Tyler say but you interrupt him.

"Just suck it Tyler you **** little faggot. Suck my big dick and be grateful," you say, twisting Coach Johnson's words into a snear. There was no response from Tyler, only the feeling of a hand moving slowly on the bottom of your cock.

It wasn't long before you felt it. Tyler's wet lips sloshed up and down Johnson's shaft. He may have started shy, but he didn't stay that way long. Greedily downing as much of the cock as he could. Never in your life had you been blown with such lust. You pressed your body against the dirty stall, ignoring the grime, just to pump Johnson's cock a little more, a little further down your brother in whatever. You knew whatever he was, you wanted to be in him. You heard him moan as he sucked, the fapping sound of him touching himself. As you came down the slut's throat, you heard him gulp the torrent of cum that rained down his throat. You look down and see your shoes were a mess, covered in his cum, his dick right there. "thoughtless bitch" you pull your cock out in disgust and kicked under the door. You hear Tyler yelp, as his dick is kicked and you think it's a good time to exit.

You go back to the bar and within a few moments Tyler returns as well. His eyes wide. You both leave the bar and Tyler drives you back to what appears to be Johnson's apartment. This has been a wild evening. You aren't quite sure what kind of Fever/Sex dream this is, but you aren't complaining.