High School Glory Hole (part 2)
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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I awoke the next day excited about my glory hole experience. This first time I sucked cock I gave five blowjobs and swallowed every load! I even began to like the taste of cum, and looked forward to swallowing many loads in the future.
As I got ready for school, I considered the how to best take advantage of the glory hole. Coach Marshall said he would write me a pass to get out of study hall, but if I did that very often it might arouse suspicion. After school might be nice if it were on practice nights, so I could perhaps suck the entire team. I didn't want to sit there idle while they practiced, however, so I would talk with Coach to determine the best times. I decided that for now, lunch time was the best time to work the glory hole. I would miss lunch, but be feed by as many cocks as come through the hole.
I wondered how many I would be sucking. I suppose that word would get around school and guys would begin to show up at lunch time. I could discuss with Coach about how to get the word out.
Yesterday I really loved sucking one cock after another, and had no trouble keeping up. At first I didn't know if it was safe to swallow cum, but I was feeling no ill effects, so it must be safe. I did the math in my head and reasoned that each blowjob would take 5-10 minutes, so in an hour I could blow 6-12 guys! Would I get tired? I would be using some muscles I don't usually use, but with practice I'll get stronger. I wondered if cocksuckers develop stronger mouth and throat muscles that would be visible to others? Would swallowing a large number of loads be just as safe as the five I swallowed yesterday?
I certainly had a lot to learn as I moved forward. After breakfast I did a quick internet search and found several sites that gave tips on cocksucking techniques. I resolved that I wanted to be the very best cocksucker I could. If there was a designation of "Master Cocksucker" I wanted to earn it.
On the bus to school I looked around at all the guys. I wondered how many of them I would be blowing – or for that matter, if any of the guys I sucked yesterday were on the bus with me. I was fairly confident that I would remain anonymous, but did have a small nagging fear of being caught. Caught by a teacher would be a disaster, unless they were like Coach Marshall. Caught by another student would certainly be embarrassing, but might not be all that bad. I imagined that a guy who caught me would force me to suck him whenever he wanted it, which might not be so bad. As long as it did not get spread around the school, it wouldn't be so bad if a select few guys knew I was a cocksucker.
Upon arrival at school I saw that I had about half an hour before homeroom would begin, so I went to find Coach Marshall. He was alone in his office and greeted me warmly. I told him that I was planning to suck during lunch hour and wondered how to get the word out about that time being a good one to stop by. He told me that there often were guys in at that time and they would look for the last stall being occupied as a signal that a sucker was there, so I would have a few right away. He would discretely let the guys know that the glory hole booth will be available at lunch time, so I should be pretty busy. He asked if I had time for a blowjob now and I quickly agreed.
We walked to the boy's room and I took my place in the last stall. Soon his big cock came through the hole, soft but clearly that of a man, not a boy. I took him in my hand and stroked him to erection, and then took him in my mouth. He was definitely "more than a mouthful", but I took him in as far as I could, making swallowing motions with my throat as he reached the back of my mouth. Suppressing my gag reflex was getting easier with practice, and I liked the way my skills were developing. I applied some of the tips I had read on the internet and soon the Coach rewarded my efforts with a nice load. He pulled out and left. Without swallowing, I left the boys room to go to homeroom. I wondered how long I could hold his load in my mouth, but realized I would have to swallow because I would need to talk. Still I savored the manly taste until I got to homeroom, and swallowed as I entered the door. I was glad to find that there still was a manly aftertaste that lasted another fifteen minutes or so.
As I sat in homeroom I realized just how much I liked being a cocksucker and how much different I was from all those around me. I saw the difference as a good thing, even though I had to keep it secret. I was someone who had the courage to act on my desires, and at the same time relieving the sexual tension of many guys. As a teenager I knew the challenge of being constantly horny, ready to cum at nearly any time – and I was giving a select few the release they need.
I knew that at first I would only be blowing only a few of the guys, but as word spread there would be more and more. I wondered how many of the guys in my homeroom that I might blow before the school year was out – all of them, I hoped, but I would have no way of knowing, since the glory hole provided anonymity for both parties.
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