3rd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 3rd Fill

Angelo/Team; Angelo/Roadhog – cumdumpster; ignoring kink; living gloryhole

In the beginning, Angelo had still been so very nervous about the whole thing; clumsily dropping everything he worked on so he could get to his knees and suck off whoever wandered in and just started opening their pants.

He’s been sloppy and needy, making cute little noises as he bobbed on a nice, juicy cock and got teary eyed when he fucked it too deeply into his throat and it made him gag.

He’s a good boy, and an excellent doctor; very happy to help out his teammates and let them work off some tension.

The longer it goes on, though, the less nervous he becomes about it which… makes it almost better for the others.

He does no longer scramble to put down his work and give them his undivided attention; he merely smiles at them absent minded and sweet and stands from his stool, or bends over if he’s been standing all along, and lets them do all the work of flipping up his white coat and getting his ass naked for access.

He’ll barely even grunt when they slip into his loose hole; already prepared by him or well-used by several other visits, cum dripping and rim butter soft for the next cock to slide into him, body sturdy and big enough for some harsh, deep rabbiting thrusts that have him grunt vaguely, brows knitting as he tries to keep his hands still enough to write on the data pad.

And maybe some of his team get off on his barely-perceptible responses; on how they can fuck him as hard as they like and he still throws them absent-minded little smiles across his shoulder, nodding like a caretaker that’s politely encouraging a child.

Some like it when it’s further in the day and they can slide into the mess other’s left earlier. When they can put a hand on his belly and almost feel the cum deposited in his guts sloshing around.

Others like it when they’re close to the first; able to better feel his silky cunt around their dicks, when it’s not yet stretched out from good and frequent use throughout the day.

And one still manages to get a rise out of the good doctor, just from turning the game around: Roadhog strolling in and flipping up his coat just like anybody else, not caring about what Angelo is occupied with at the moment – or who he is occupied with, and producing a faint, little ‘O-oh…’ in response.

His is the only cock Angelo gets nervous for still; sturdy and fat enough to be felt no matter how many have utilized his hole beforehand; silent and not even giving a grunt of acknowledgement when Angelo greets him with a faint waver to his voice.

He’ll not even look down at him while he has him on his cock – instead his expressionless mask will slowly look around the sterile rooms, ignoring the warm, living gloryhole he’s pulled onto his cock, heavy gut resting on the good doctor’s back so he’ll have less to carry as he deep dicks him with deep, grunting thrusts.

When Roadhog fucks him, there is no way for Angelo to keep doing his work. He’ll have to bite into his sleeve and hold on for the ride, eyes rolling up into his head with how well he’s getting spread on Hog’s fat dick, rim burning like none of the others can do anymore.

He’ll get painfully hard – has to jerk off quick and brutal to try and come before Hog does, because there’ll be no helping hand afterwards. There’s no thought to his own pleasure as Roadhog gruntfucks into him, and as sweet as everybody else is to him, Angelo is kind of addicted to this harsh treatment; sometimes even slows down so he will not manage to orgasm, effectively denying himself the release just so he can remember the encounter for longer…

Because while he loves each and every cock – this particular one, he’ll never get used to.

2nd Batch of Ko-Fi Fics: 7th Fill

Reaper76 – hole in the wall; sloppy seconds – Jack cleans hole-in-the-wall Gabriel after a long day at work

This isn’t exactly Jack’s job. Originally he’s been hired to clean the facilities – scrubbing the floors and wiping down and disinfecting the equipment, among other assorted duties – but he thinks what he is doing now is not too far off the job description.

Those men offering themselves up through the holes… they are part of the facilities too, are they not? Jack has watched it happen long enough, after all. Customers coming and using them just as negligently as they would any of the urinals.

Not all of the employees get the special treatment, though. Only… Only one, if Jack is being quite honest. He finds himself loitering around his workspace most often. Watching that nice, plush ass hang out of the hole, thighs thick enough to crush a watermelon between them; feet on the ground. Always on the ground. This one has never used the stirrups bolted firm into the wall above his hole.

He likes to be on his belly as he’s getting used. Jack has stepped up the second the last customer has pulled out and zipped up, his hand touching the flank of the man sure and firm. He can feel the tremble, hear the muffled sigh on the other side of the wall, and swallows to get his dry throat wet.

He glances at the shining name plaque above the hole. Gabriel.

He’s seen him from afar, he thinks. Standing in the alley behind the business with some of the other whores, smoking and grinning about something. Devastatingly handsome and a lot older than he would have thought. Closer to his own age in fact.

He’s not entirely sure if it was him, though – it’s difficult to make the connect between the face and the ass he’s staring down at, hole fucked soft and sloppy, dripping cum down his taint and along his dangling balls.

Jack swallows again and licks his lips. He wishes this was his cum. His to lick out of that well-trained cunt; soothe the deep ache with his slippery tongue gently dragging against the raw walls.

As is, he takes the wet washcloth and gets to work on Gabriel. He never talks, but he is sure Gabriel must know who is wiping the cum away and cleaning his sac. Jack always is the only one working this late, after all.

His thumb catches against the swollen rim and Gabriel groans behind the wall, his massive thighs shuddering, muscles jumping as he shuffles his feet a few inches farther apart. Offers himself up.

Jack takes a deep breath and allows himself to dip inside, staring down at what he’s doing; jeans clad thighs almost pressed against the backs of Gabriel’s legs like he can shield him from any views like this.

His hand shakes when he pulls his thumb out and instead replaces it with two fingers. His mouth is open, panting, feeling like the worst pervert as he hesitantly fucks Gabriel on two fingers. The reaction is immediate – Gabriel straining and lifting his ass as much as possible with the restrain of the padded hole around his sturdy hips.

It squelches as Jack fucks him; the cum sounding nasty and wet as he tries to imitate with his fingers what he’d love to do with his dick; fucking into that fat ass that his haunting his dreams.

He pulls out once, stares at his hand in a daze as he scissors his fingers open and watches the mess spread in wet strings between them.

Gabriel whines behind the wall, though, and Jack goes back at it hastily, ears burning, feeling like the worst kind of pervert, but needing to do this. Needing to do it for Gabriel.

How about some gloryhole love? There’s a bathroom stall in Gibraltar that nobody speaks about openly… But there’s always rumors circling that if you go there at the right time there’s a lovely mouth/hole there to help sate you. (Maybe with Mercy or Hanzo serving? Whatever you fancy though!)

There always was a line at this time of day – lazy afternoon, that was. Not too long – but a line nonetheless.

McCree was in front, head tilted, listening to the happenings inside the bathroom as his fingers were already working on his belt buckle. Jack was behind, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest, staring into nothing. Behind him, Reinhardt was checking through his communications, dressed down for the occasion with just a tanktop and sweatpants – for easy access.

The door opened and Lúcio stepped out, eyes shiny and teeth bared in a broad, happy grin. He bumped his knuckles against McCree’s outstretched fist in a greeting and sauntered down the hall without another word while McCree slipped inside with an eager, slightly clumsy amble; his groin felt almost uncomfortably swollen, making him walk a little funny as he made a bee line for the open stall, popping the buttons of his fly open.

Nobody talked about that sweet little mouth on the other end; so soft and open, always eager to liberally drool over whatever cock was shoved rudely through the hole – but it wasn’t hard to guess who was on the other side, either.

The neatly trimmed, black beard was too distinctive to be anybody else but him.

McCree had never spoken to him beyond low grunts and muttered curses – he felt like that would spoil the fun. Maybe shatter the magic. He had no fucking idea.

He was hard and excited and Hanzo made a soft sound of delight at seeing how swollen he already was; the glans peeking from the fleshy foreskin, ready for his eager, gentle lips to push it back, bare it to his tongue slowly, leisurely rounding the smooth, ripe head.

McCree sighed, eyes closing, forehead leaning against the arms he had stacked against the wall.

“Yeah that’s it. That’s the spot. Yeaaah.” He groaned like a man getting his back scratched, hips gently fucking forward through the hole into the eager mouth presented just on the other side. He could feel the head rub against the soft palette, nudging against the resistance of Hanzo’s throat, and rumbled in appreciation when the other man swallowed around him, working, sucking, licking – making a mess out of the whole encounter.

McCree’s toes curled in his boots, balls feeling hot and swollen like grapefruits as he heard the slurping from the other side, and tried to imagine Hanzo’s lips pursed over the head of his cock, licking the pre-cum right from the source.

When he pulled back to cuddle with the cock, McCree could feel the soft scratch of his facial hair against his shaft – could feel himself nudge against Hanzo’s cheekbone.

“Goddamn, darlin’. Would pay you to jerk off into your hair, ain’t gonna lie.”

There was a soft sound on the other side at that; a low, strangled moan – Hanzo’s lips descending back on his cock, sucking him almost forcefully in, cheeks hollowed enough that McCree could feel them cushioning his dick.

“Goddamn,” he swore low and with feeling, kicking one dusty boot tip against the dividing wall, hips taking up in speed.

He didn’t know what they would do without their stress relief.