Date: Sat, 4 Jul 2020 01:18:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: High School Glory Hole Part 12

High School Glory Hole (part 12)

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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In a fairly short time cocksucking had gone from a desire in a jack-off
fantasy to a major part of my life.  At home I was sucking George and Dad
regularly, while at school more and more guys knew I sucked, and were
approaching me directly.  I still enjoyed the glory hole, but only sucked
there on Mondays and Wednesdays, leaving the remaining days for other
suckers.  Coach Marshall told me there were four other guys who split the
days, but none were as accomplished as I was.

Coach Marshall had previously told me of the cocksucker exchange program he
had with coaches of nearby schools.  He explained that I would visit the
school on the evening of one of their football games.  If their team won, I
was to suck off the entire team in the showers.  If they lost, I would suck
off the other team.  Either way I was sure to be a winner, sucking a bunch
of studs and swallowing plenty of cum.  Only about half of the schools had
their own cocksuckers available, so I'd be sucking at a number of schools.

My first time was at Central High School, where Coach Edgecomb welcomed me.
He took me into his office and closed the door.  Soon my cocksucking skills
were being evaluated.  A couple of guys came by and stared into his office
windows as I sucked.  The coach waved them in and introduced me as I still
had his cock in my mouth.  The guys welcomed me and promised me lots of
action.

That night Central was playing Woodlawn High School.  Coach Edgecomb told
me that there would be a private place under the bleachers where I could
suck during the game.  Guys were already signed up for it – mostly
Junior Varsity players who would not be playing tonight.  I just had to
report back to Coach Edgecomb by the beginning of the fourth quarter, so he
could direct me which team to suck.

I was to watch the first quarter in it's entirety, and then slip away to
suck.  I entered the end of the bleachers and walked to the center section,
where I found a bunch of guys already lined up.  I dropped to my knees and
began to suck the first, while the rest lined up behind him.  I didn't know
what it was called at the time, but this was my first suck line, and
certainly not the last!  I sucked through the entire second and third
quarters, getting quite a belly-full of hot cum!

I returned to sit with Coach Edgecomb at the beginning of the fourth
quarter.  The score was tied, so I had no idea which team I would suck.
Coach told me that as soon as the game was over I should get right to the
winning team's locker room, strip down and kneel in the showers for them to
claim their reward.  The game remained close until nearly the end, when the
Woodlawn team scored the winning touchdown.  Coach sent me off to their
locker room where I waited naked in the shower.  I was hard immediately,
recalling all the cocks I'd already sucked, and looking for the many in
store for me.  Soon I heard the team entering the locker room.  Some guys
were saying they were ready for a good sucking, and wished they had a
cocksucker at their school.  I wanted to cum so badly, but needed to stay
completely in the mood, so I held off.

Soon the guys entered the shower, already sporting boners.  The first guy
pushed his hard cock right into my mouth and I began sucking his sweaty
manhood.  He put his hands on my head and face-fucked me as his team-mates
cheered him on!  Soon he came in my mouth and said I was a really good
faggot.  That wasn't particularly complimentary, but I took it in stride,
always wanting to be the very best cocksucker I could be.  Strange as it
may seem, I still regarded myself as straight because I wasn't at all
attracted to men – just their cocks.  I may have been deluding myself,
but I preferred to think of myself as a straight cocksucker.

The next guy had been washing, so his cock was freshly cleaned.  I sucked
him to far less fanfare, but mainly cared about the cock and his climax
– the audience was simply a little extra.  Soon he came as well, and I
continued sucking everyone who offered me their cocks.  Toward the end my
stomach was feeling uneasy.  I'd lost count in the suck line but thought I
must be getting very close to my limit.  I sure didn't want to end up
puking, but it was a matter of honor that I suck everyone who needed it.
Not all the team wanted blowjobs, and when I swallowed my last load I was
sure I was at my limit.

I cleaned up, washing off some of the cum the guys had dripped on me.  I
avoided abrupt movements, since my stomach was so uneasy – I feared that
I could end up puking very easily.

I got dressed and looked for Coach Edgecomb.  He said I had a big turnout
for the suck line, so my belly must be nearly bursting with hot cum!  I
agreed and thanked him.  "Guys like you do wonders for team morale," he
said, "I just wished our team had won."

I told him that he could give my phone number to any of the guys he wanted,
and I would welcome text message blowjob requests.  He thanked me and drove
me home.  By that time my stomach had settled down – good thing, since I
still had to blow George and Dad!

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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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