Date: Sun, 3 Jan 2016 17:00:54 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: High School Glory Hole Part 5 High School Glory Hole (part 5) 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. –––––––––––––––––––– The next day I awoke looking forward to two glory hole sessions – one at lunch hour and once for the track team practice. I really hoped that I would be blowing my brother George in the track team session. Whenever I saw him getting dressed I longed to suck his cock. I thought about what Coach Marshall had said about coming out to George – I wanted to but was afraid of how he would react, and sure didn't want him to tell my folks. I wondered if I would exceed my cum swallowing limit during the two sessions – I knew I was close to my limit from the lunch hour blowjobs, and I would be resting over four hours, but didn't know if that would be enough. I didn't know how many I would suck from the track team, but was pretty sure I would not be able to stop, even if I hit my limit. When the lunch bell rang I hurried down to the locker room boy's room and waited in the glory hole stall. There was nobody waiting today, so I waited for someone to arrive. In a few minutes someone entered and gave me his cock. I sucked him to climax and serviced all the cocks offered to me. It was a slower day, with only 14 blowjobs. My stomach felt just fine, so I presumed that I just hadn't swallowed enough cum to approach my limit – that left me plenty of room for tonight. The coach came in to tell the guys to get back to class and then entered the stall and I blew him. He told me it was clear to come out, so I did, and checked my face for cum. I thanked him told him I would come back at 4:30. After my afternoon classes I went down to Coach Marshall's office. He waved me in and said, "you came at a good time – the team just finished practice and are showering. Your brother knows about the glory hole, and I'll be watching. When you are blowing him I'll tap on your door three times. If I don't tap, he isn't in there." I thanked him and went to the glory hole stall. I waited about fifteen minutes before the first guy came in. His cock smelled of soap and I enjoyed sucking him. He came quickly and withdrew. There was a lot of noise, which I presumed to mean a lot of guys were waiting. I sucked one after the other, wondering when my brother would be there, if at all. When I was sucking the seventh guy, I heard three taps on the stall door, so I knew I was sucking George. I had wanted this for a long time, and finally his cock was in my mouth! I deliberately slowed down and gave him lots of tongue action. I must have sucked him for five minutes before his cock enlarged a bit and he pushed forward, shooting his hot load. He pulled out and left, whispering to me, "Damn that was good!" I continued sucking, with most of the guys cumming very quickly, which was fine with me. There still were a lot of guys waiting for their turn, and I sure couldn't stop until they were all finished. My stomach was beginning to feel uneasy but I had no idea how many more cocks were left. I continued to suck until the last guy, for a total of 23. Finally the Coach tapped on my door and said it was clear to come out. The Coach smiled at me as I came out of the stall and I said I thought I might have swallowed too much – 23 now and 14 at lunch. He told me to avoid any sudden moves, and to rest once I got home. He offered to drive me home so I could get there faster than with the activity bus. I thanked him and accepted. As he drove me home he asked if I would be interested in sucking elsewhere, not at a glory hole. "You mean where I can see who I'm sucking and they can see me?" I asked. "Yes," said the Coach, "but in a completely safe and private setting." "Tell me more about it," I asked. "It would be in a different school district," he continued, "where nobody would know you. We have a tradition of exchanging cocksuckers like you to other schools where they can suck openly where nobody will know them." "I think I would really like that," I said, "but are you sure that there is no risk of my being exposed?" "We've been doing this for eight years and there never has been a problem," assured the Coach. "That sounds good to me," I replied, "but let me think about it – right now I have a lot of cum to digest." We arrived at my house and I thanked the Coach and went inside. I told my mother that I felt ill and needed to rest, and she recommended that I go lay on my bed, which I did. I rested for about half an hour and my stomach felt better – still a bit uneasy, but no longer in danger to throwing up. George came home and I went in to see him. It wasn't unusual for us to talk at the end of the day, so I thought I would see if he would hint at the blowjob. "So how was track practice today?" I asked George. "The practice was fine, but the 'after practice' was amazing? "What is the 'after practice'?" I asked. "It's nothing official, but there was a guy giving blowjobs in the boy's room," he said, "I've had blowjobs before, but this one was incredible!" "Wow! Tell me more about that," I said, "can I get in on this?" "It's really secret," George replied, "I probably shouldn't have even said anything." "Do you know this guy?" I asked. "No, it was done anonymously," he said, "I wish I did know who he was – I sure want to go back for more." "I don't really know much about blowjobs," I said, "how was this one different?" "Most cocksuckers try to make you cum right away, which is fine," George explained, "but this one was slow easy – not rushed – he gave me the best blowjob I ever had!" "I hope you can find out who it was," I said, and left to lay down again. I was really glad to blow George, but now I wanted to more than ever. I'm so glad that he liked my work, but I could never tell him it was me. –––––––––––––––––––– To be continued ... Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Please support this website by donating to nifty.org