Gloryhole Teacher

[daddyslittlebitch]

How about a story about a high school teacher, previously thought himself totally straight, but on a school trip his class stop for a bathroom break. In the toilet cubicle the teacher notices a gloryhole, wonders what it is, when a big dick slides through and a voice from the next cubicle says to suck it. He doesn't feel attracted to men, but this cock is something beautiful, he really wants it and feels safe that the anonymous cocksucking of a stranger through the gloryhole means nobody will ever know. So, he does and then, after swallowing a load, notices as one of his senior students leaves the next cubicle.
Now, he can't look at the student in the same way and can't stop thinking about cock and the longing to suck more. That's when he notices a similar hole between the cubicles in the high school seniors' bathroom. So, he goes in there after class and waits for something to come through.
What should happen next?

 

[sirhugs]

How about a story about a high school teacher, previously thought himself totally straight, but on a school trip his class stop for a bathroom break. In the toilet cubicle the teacher notices a gloryhole, wonders what it is, when a big dick slides through and a voice from the next cubicle says to suck it. He doesn't feel attracted to men, but this cock is something beautiful, he really wants it and feels safe that the anonymous cocksucking of a stranger through the gloryhole means nobody will ever know. So, he does and then, after swallowing a load, notices as one of his senior students leaves the next cubicle.
Now, he can't look at the student in the same way and can't stop thinking about cock and the longing to suck more. That's when he notices a similar hole between the cubicles in the high school seniors' bathroom. So, he goes in there after class and waits for something to come through.
What should happen next?

he gets arrested?

lol...just kidding.

 

[daddyslittlebitch]

he gets arrested?

lol...just kidding.

Probably not an ideal fantasy. Although I suppose his newfound love of cocksucking would serve him well in prison too!

 

[daddyslittlebitch]

This is the first part of the story I just wrote. Would people like to read more?



The first time was on a school excursion. I was a history teacher supervising a group of 50 high school seniors. It was a three hour trip to the museum so, naturally, we had to stop off somewhere. The point that the coach driver decided to bring us was a rundown stop off point with a cafeteria, gas station and shop and little else.

Like many others on the coach, my main need after this long journey was to take a leak. A line of 18 year old guys stood waiting at the urinals so I headed for a cubicle. Besides, I thought, I wasn’t really sure I wanted the guys in the class I taught to glance over at my penis while I urinated and notice it was not so large. If only that would be the least of my concerns in that area as time went by!

I relieved myself standing at the toilet and then idly my eyes began to scan my scruffy surroundings. The cubicle walls were scrawled with graffiti. In particular, in front of me I noticed the words scrawled across the back wall that read: ‘Hey, cocksucker, turn left, look down’. Almost involuntarily I found myself following the instruction and my eyes were drawn to the left hand wall of the cubicle where, for reasons I did not yet understand, somebody had cut a smallish round hole around waist height.

I stared at the hole wondering why somebody would want to do something like that. Was it to spy into the next cubicle? I had led a fairly sheltered life in my 40 years up to that point and the idea of spying on somebody as they used the toilet was one that seemed odd to me. Curious, I got down on my knees to examine the hole closer, not really thinking what I would say if somebody on the other side noticed me peering through.

There was somebody in the next cubicle along. As the students in my class left noisily, I heard footsteps beside me, the sound of someone unzipping the fly in their pants. I saw a pair of scuffed sneakers with an unusual bright green stripe across them in the small gap between the floor and the cubicle wall. And then I almost fell backwards from my place on my knees because something had been slid through the hole in the wall. Not just something, a naked dick.

It was certainly longer and thicker than mine, quite a bit actually and still growing in its semi hard state. It was circumcised and as it stiffened in my face the veins in the shaft began to stand out, the glistening purple head rose up towards me. I stared at it in fascination, I had never been this close to another man’s manhood before.

‘Go on then, suck it,’ came a muffled voice from the other side.

And now, all too slowly, it dawned on me what the purpose of the hole between the cubicles was. I realised at last that the ‘cocksucker’ in the graffiti label above was not a figurative term, whoever wrote it was actually encouraging that literal behaviour. I was on my knees, a semi-stiff cock poked through the wall in front of my face and I was expected to suck it.

To be perfectly honest, I could see the appeal of this. The anonymous sex act with the stranger allowed you to get off without needing any emotional complications. Equally, although I had never considered myself anything but a perfectly straight man, although I had never been attracted to another guy, a situation like this one had no other man’s body apparent in it anyway. It wasn’t about any part of him but for the thick, quivering muscle that had come through the wall.

In the privacy of my own mind, in the privacy of the dirty rest stop toilet cubicle, I admitted to myself I was curious. There was something about that cock in front of me, the strength, the power, it’s firm thrusting, hard shape, that made me want to go down on it, to feel it between my lips and down my throat. I knew that this could be my only chance to satisfy these strange new longings. I knew that I could never do anything like this with anyone seeing me, knowing who I was. I could not allow myself to be discovered trying giving a blowjob to a thick dick bigger than mine. Here, though, was my chance to try it without fear of discovery and humiliation.

Nobody need ever know. It’d be just this one time. Just to satisfy that newfound curiosity, that yearning. This is what I told myself as I reached out and held my hand around the hard, warm shaft.

It stiffened instantly at my touch and I felt a thrill run through me at the obvious effect of my involvement. I began to grasp the stranger’s dick and stroke his meat like I was wanking my own little stiffy, which was already becoming a little firmer at the naughty situation I found myself in.

Jerking the stranger’s cock made me feel good, like I could bring such obvious arousal to him even though I had no idea who he was. As his dick stiffened to its full eight inches or so, jutting upwards now through the hole in the toilet cubicle wall, I felt more and more desire for it. Nothing about touching and stroking another anonymous man’s hardon had turned me off, if anything I was increasingly overcome by my need to see how it felt in my mouth.

That first time, I was more eager than skilled. I couldn’t fit much of this guy’s thick, beautiful shaft inside my mouth. I opened as wide as I could and let my tongue loll around his shining purple cockhead, licking it, pulling it into my mouth. All the time I continued to stroke his shaft as I fit about an inch or two of it between my lips and began bobbing back and forth on it as I heard him gasp from the next room.

I could not deny how much I was enjoying kneeling on the dirty toilet floor blowing a stranger’s cock. It felt so good giving into that power in my mouth that all else in my mind disappeared. I no longer thought about my failed marriage, about the students waiting out there on the coach for me, about my nerves over trying this or being discovered. All my mind, all my focus was on the erect dick appearing, as if by magic, through the hole in the wall, only the moans I could just about hear from the other side reminding me that the beautiful hardness was attached to a real guy.

I could not deny how much I was enjoying it because my own cock gave me away. It was stiffer and firmer than it had ever been before. I couldn’t keep it in my pants any longer. While one hand still jerked the magic cock into my eager mouth, the other began to rub my own, getting me off just as I was the strange man on the other side of the cubicle wall.

And then, without warning, things changed. The pants and moans from across the wall grew more frantic. Instead of passively hanging through the hole, so teasing and tantalising, the cock began to push back. It was so powerful, invading my mouth, pushing deeper than I could swallow, that I began to gag and pull back and that’s when the back of my throat was hit by a spurt of warm liquid.

I realised as I swallowed the slimy goo that the strange man had cum in my mouth. I was actually swallowing cum like my own wife had never allowed me to do. I couldn’t understand why not, it felt good to feel the warm liquid of the other man’s orgasm flowing over my tongue. I actually enjoyed the salty, slimy taste, but, more, I enjoyed giving my mouth and throat up to the cock’s power as it twitched and spurted, creaming inside me as I swallowed and swallowed.

The slick, wet, slimy cock slid from my mouth, bringing a trail of spunk with it that I slurped up as the now limp member withdrew through the hole and back into the other cubicle. While I sloshed the gooey manjuice around over my tongue, my own dick gave me another load of the same as I came too from the newfound pleasure of anonymous dick blowing.

As I cleaned up both loads of cum with a combination of my tongue and tissues and tried to make myself look presentable, realising with embarrassment that the coach full of high school students must be waiting for me while I sucked dick on a rest stop bathroom floor, I heard the guy in the next cubicle leaving.

I allowed a couple of minutes to pass. Even after the ecstasy of the experience, I did not want the anonymous face fucker to see who it was on the other side of the wall, I did not want my secret revealed even to the person who shared it. So, I left those couple of minutes and then, a little timidly, making sure I looked neat and respectable once more, I left the cubicle and headed back to my coach load of students.

One of the high schoolers was just getting back on the coach as I joined them. It was Simon Asner. Simon was 18, Jewish and had a skinny body with lots of curly black hair. Thick black glasses identified him as the geek he was. He was one of my better students but didn’t have many friends in the class. Looking at him as he climbed the steps onto the bus, his scuffed, dirty sneakers seemed somehow familiar.

In a moment, of course, it hit me. I knew where I had seen those dirty shoes and their unusual looking green stripe before. I had seen them on the grimy floor of the bathroom, attached to a guy who had slid his cock through a hole in the cubicle wall. I couldn’t believe it, the anonymous stranger whose beautiful long hard dick I had blown and whose slimy tasty cum I had swallowed was one of my own 18 year old students!

I was mortified. I was so embarrassed I could hardly do my job properly the rest of the day. I felt especially strange around Simon, I couldn’t look at him without thinking of what I had done. I couldn’t look him in the eye and I found my gaze drifting instead down to his crotch where his pants concealed a surprising monster of a cock.

Yes, I was feeling deeply awkward and abashed by what had happened but, strangely, that didn’t prevent me from reliving the incident over and over in my mind and those thoughts continuing to turn me on. I couldn’t stop thinking about that stiff, veiny, uncut dick waving at me through the small hole in the wall, begging to be taken in my mouth. Part of me knew then that I had not been simply satisfying my curiosity in a one-time only way. No, this was the start of a new obsession. I had to taste another cock somehow and it had to be in secret just like the first.

 

[daddyslittlebitch]

Any other comments are welcome

 

[Tmmldr]

He quits his job, moves to SF, and starts a school teaching gloryhole stuff?

 

[Mr. Briggs]

How about a story about a high school teacher, previously thought himself totally straight, but on a school trip his class stop for a bathroom break. In the toilet cubicle the teacher notices a gloryhole, wonders what it is, when a big dick slides through and a voice from the next cubicle says to suck it. He doesn't feel attracted to men, but this cock is something beautiful, he really wants it and feels safe that the anonymous cocksucking of a stranger through the gloryhole means nobody will ever know. So, he does and then, after swallowing a load, notices as one of his senior students leaves the next cubicle.
Now, he can't look at the student in the same way and can't stop thinking about cock and the longing to suck more. That's when he notices a similar hole between the cubicles in the high school seniors' bathroom. So, he goes in there after class and waits for something to come through.
What should happen next?

Could be interesting.

 

[KlaytonFrost]

It's an interesting approach. I've never found gloryholes that erotic, but from your story I can see how the anonimity of it might be a turn on. You should definitely write more.