Date: Mon, 4 Jan 2016 00:56:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: High School Glory Hole Part 6

High School Glory Hole (part 6)

A guy who is curious about sucking finds his curiosity satisfied when he
encounters a glory hole — only to find that his life is forever changed!
I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.

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The next morning I awoke, thinking about blowing George.  I wondered how I
could get him to the glory hole often.  While I really loved the dozens of
cocks I've sucked, and look forward to hundreds or thousands more, sucking
George kept coming back to me.  I didn't dare let him know I was a
cocksucker, but really wished I could find a way to suck him often.

George and I shared a bathroom, and he was showering, but I had to piss, so
I knocked on the door and said, "Need to pee," and he told me to come in.
I was taking a leak when he pulled back the shower curtain and I saw he was
fully erect.  He was probably stroking himself while he showered.

"How about helping me out with this?" George said, holding his cock.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I could really use a blowjob right now," he said.

"Fuck you!" I said, storming out of the bathroom.

Fortunately my cock was back in my shorts, so George didn't see how hard I
was.  It was difficult for me to resist his invitation, but I had to keep
of the illusion of being just a normal guy, but he really had me aroused.
When it was my turn to shower I jacked off thinking about sucking George.

Relieved, I got dressed for school and had breakfast.  George and I walked
to the bus stop and he said, "I'm sorry for what I asked you to do –
that was really out of line."

"It's okay," I said, "we're brothers, we're cool."

On the ride to school I wondered how I could make something of this.
George and I had been very close while we were kids – he often protected
me from bullies and looked out for me in other ways.  He even lined up a
couple of girls for me.  But as we got older we drifted apart – mainly
we were just finding our separate ways.  I thought about how nice it would
be if I was blowing George regularly – it would be really convenient for
both of us – but how to get started?

I went to Coach Marshall's office and saw that he the same three boys with
him as before.  He pointed toward the boy's room and I got the message, so
I nodded and went to the glory hole stall.  In a few minutes a cock come
through the hole I and gave it my usual attention.  As I sucked him I
realized that all three boys had seen me, and would likely make the
connection.  A moment of fear was soon replaced with a kinky thrill – if
these guys knew who I was, I could be sucking them outside the glory hole –
something I had been wanting to try.  He came and pulled out, and the next
cock was offered to me.  I sucked him to completion, wondering which cock
belonged to which guy.  The third guy entered my mouth and I serviced him
as well.  Finally, the Coach presented his cock to me.  By now I could
recognize his cock and know it from all the rest.  I suppose that in time I
would be able to recognize George's cock as well, though it looked pretty
typical.  I sucked the coach slowly, as I had George, wanting to give him
my very best, and he rewarded me with his creamy load.

"Better get to class now," he said, "and that was a fine job you did!"

Pleased with myself and the nice load in my mouth, I went to homeroom,
swallowing as I entered the door.  Throughout my morning classes I focused
mainly on my class work, but took a break from it occasionally to explore
ways to move forward with George.  I had an idea that I thought just might
work, and resolved to try it out tonight.

At lunchtime I got to the glory hole stall and found that the boy's room
was filled with guys.  They were all there for blowjobs and I noticed that
they all seemed to avoid looking at each other – perhaps to avoid
embarrassment.  Hoping I would not be recognized, I took a chance and
walked right to the glory hole stall and entered, latching the door and
sitting down.

A quick glance through the hole assured me the the guy from my homeroom was
waiting there for me, and his cock was almost immediately through the hole.
I sucked him eagerly and gratefully accepted his load.  The guys were
really eager today, so the time between blowjobs was minimal, and they all
came very quickly.  The blowjobs were almost effortless, like they were all
ready to cum and just needed a place to unload.  I was glad to be in that
place, and swallowed load after load.  My stomach was beginning to feel
uneasy as I realized that the lunch hour was over and there were still many
left to suck.

I continued for another ten minutes before the Coach came in and broke
things up, saying, "Your late for class, boys."

The boy's room grew quiet as they departed and the Coach said, "all clear
to come out."

I left the stall and went to the sinks, checking my face for cum.  The
coach handed me a slip to give to my teacher, explaining that I was
delayed, helping the Coach.  I thanked him and departed.  It was a busy
session – I blew 24 guys and my stomach was definitely feeling it!

I went to my first afternoon class and gave the slip from the Coach to the
teacher.  He kind of grumbled but didn't say anything. I took my seat and
got to work.  Throughout the afternoon I thought about the three guys I
blew with the Coach.  If they knew it was me blowing them, there was no
reason for them not to simply contact me directly for blowjobs.  As much as
I liked the glory hole, I would welcome some variety as well.

At the end of the day I went to see the Coach, and found that one of the
three boys I blew was in his office.  He waved me in, and I felt especially
bold (or maybe stupid).  I said hello to the both and said, "by now you
must know that I'm the guy sucking at the glory hole."

The coach looked surprised that I would say that openly, but the boy smiled
and said, "yeah, we kind of figured that one out."

"Since you have, you are free to contact me directly for personal service,"
I said, "as long as you are discrete about it and keep my secret safe."  I
gave him my name and cell phone number.

"My name is Jerry," he said, "and there is no way I'm going to ruin a good
thing by talking about it."

I asked the coach to give my contact information to the other two boys and
thanked him, leaving for home.

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To be continued ...

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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