The men’s room in the back of the packed nightclub is dimly lit, sticky, and loud with bass leaking through the walls. Three glory-hole stalls are active tonight, holes on both sides of the thin partition. You’re standing in one, pants already down, anonymous cocks and mouths working both sides of the wall. The air smells like cum, piss, and cheap cologne.

You’re the new guy in the middle stall who just dropped his pants and is now facing your first anonymous glory-hole night, free to suck the cocks that appear or push your own through the opposite hole.