“Curious?” it said over the hole, and then “After School” under it.
I’m not going to say what one, because we don’t want to blow it up, but it was a girl’s room. That’s what caught my attention, because while I’d heard of glory holes, and under-stall play. I always thought that was a gay thing.
Meaning gay, and bisexual boys, not girls, but that made me wonder about how that would even work? I even looked up “Glory Hole Girl’s Room” on my phone, which took me to Gloryshole.com.
Supposedly a place where you could go to have sex with strangers, and nobody will find out who you are. The problem is, they’re all in places like bars, clubs, and sex shops, so you have to be at least 18 to go in. Do stuff you wouldn’t if you might see them again in the halls later.
Okay, it was at school, that much is obvious. I don’t have to say what school, but it’s probably not on the database because it’s a middle school. I just can’t say what one, because we’re under age. Way under age, even in our state, the minimum is 14 just to consent to sex, and that’s pretty young.
So, the best you could hope for was a 13 year old, girl. I’m pretty sure it was a girl that wrote that. Instead of a boy, or maybe the janitor man sneaking in the girl’s room. Because it said “Curious?” Around the top, as in Bi-curious, which means a girl. Also, a middle school boy probably would have drawn a pussy around it, or a man bending over so his butthole lined up with the glory hole, and you could see his hairy balls hanging down between his legs on the bottom.
“Huh!” I got bored, waiting. It just said (After School) around the bottom, but not what time, or what day? Maybe there was a certain special day you’re supposed to show up, for a good time. Oh yeah, and there was also ones like that the faculty erased, as soon as they found it. [For a good time, call Jake: ###-####] If you wanted to sext with a middle school boy, and get pictures of a little dick, with barely any hair around it.
I tried that too, but it wasn’t that great. It wasn’t their little dicks, but I guess it was talking about them, and pretending to like them. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not gay. I like dicks, and they don’t even have to be the ginormus ones they always seem to have in pornos. I would be perfectly happy to meet a boy my age to grow up with, but the real problem is the asshole attached to them.
I guess the kind of boys that sneak into girl’s rooms to leave their numbers for girls to sext with all have the same issues. At least the ones I talked to. It’s all about their big dicks, even thought they’re little, they want you to pretend it’s the biggest hairiest one you’ve ever seen. When obviously, the kinda girl that gets your number off the bathroom door to sext back has a phone, and access to all the dick pics she could ever want.
If that’s all it took, was a big dick, we wouldn’t have to sext you. You have to be able to hold a conversation, and let us talk without you correcting us, and oh. It’s okay to make fun of my little titties, but if we point out that they’ve got a middle school prick, they get upset, and never answer your texts again?
That’s not fair, girls want some sort of relationship, or at least the illusion of a relationship. So, if we have to pretend to be interested, the least you could do is pretend we’re your dream girl, too. I guess, they’re just selfish. Even the ones that aren’t all “Dominant,” and want you to call them sir, or master. While they tell you about their fantasy dungeon, and all the things they’ll do to you when they get you locked up in it.
Okay, yeah right. Like anybody can afford to have a full Dungeon, before they even start high school, and get a work permit. Somebody’s been reading a little too much 50 Shades books. Okay, I started the first one, the movie to see if I might like the book, but just to start?
Anastasia Steele, and Christian Grey. It’s hard to believe that anybody has names like that, and they found each other, but come on.
If a boy buys you a brand new Car, and starts talking about BDSM contracts on the first date, call the cops. I sure as hell don’t want a man like that, bad enough that I know too many Boys like that. Well, online, where it’s safe. At least they can’t kidnap me, tie me up, rape me, and beat me to death to dump my body off the side of their yacht, over international waters.
All though. That might be a better way to go about it? I mean, if you live in a penthouse, in downtown Seattle, own a Fortune 500 company, and look like The Most Eligible Bachelor, then at some point you’re going to get caught by paparazzi. I guess if I ever write that one, it would be a better idea if he had a Yacht. So he could cruise beaches for young ladies in their swimsuits, and talk them into getting onboard. He’d just have to build a sex dungeon below decks.
“Huh?” Finally somebody came in, and I checked the time before I put my phone away. It saves automatically, but it’s good that these restrooms stay open so late. They’re outside, so you can stop in without going through the building, which might be locked up, but that means this is the last place the janitor man comes to clean out, too. Also, for afterschool events, like sports practice, or just hanging out.
She knocked, “Someone in here?”
“Huh, yeah. Somebody curious?” I figured that was the right thing to say, since it had the same message on both sides. In the handicap stall, and the one next to it, so she went in there, and shut the door. “Um, how does this even work? I mean, in boy’s rooms, they have a dick they can stick through the hole to play with, and maybe even suck? If they have rubbers.”
“Huh, yeah but first you take your clothes off.”
“Oh, I already did that.” I stood up, and stepped back, so she could see when she put her eye up to the hole. “Ihm!” I covered up my face, maybe a little too late, but she didn’t look up until I giggled anyway. “You like what you see?” I peeked, but she already started taking her clothes off.
“You don’t have any pussy hair, or do you shave it?”
“Yeah, I shaved it, and I’m not really very busty.”
“I know, that’s okay. None of us are up to double Ds, and don’t you think they maybe get in the way?”
“I don’t know, my mom’s got big gazongas, and she seems to manage.” Since she was standing up, I took the chance to get down, and watch her through the peephole. “Huh!” Then, she let her arms down, and slipped her bar off to hang it up. “Your bra looks pretty big.”
“I don’t know, is 32C big?”
“It is to me, I’m only up to 30 inch B cups. And I need a little padding in the left one, because it’s not quite as big. Too big for an A, but it doesn’t fill up a B cup like the right one.”
“Well, nobody has normal boob sizes, and from what I’ve seen, no 2 are exactly alike, but I’m not really a breast girl.”
“Well, what do you like?”
“In a word, pussy?” She got down to her pants, and pulled them open so I could see her panties. Then, she pulled them both down together, but I got a good look at her boob before she stood back up.
I giggled, “I like boobs, I know it’s silly, but they’re kinda silly, and I play with mine all the time, but sometimes I wish I had more than a couple handfuls.”
“Well, in answer to your question, you can just watch and listen to each other.”
“Pee, and poop?”
“If that’s what you like, but I like to stick a hand through.” Her fingers gripped the top, to cover the bottom of the (rio) in Curious? They looked really long, and she didn’t have any nails to speak of.
“You cut your nails.” I felt them with my fingers.
“Huh, yeah. I’m a total lesbian, so if you don’t mind not talking about boys coming in, and sticking their dongs through the hole.”
“Okay, but I thought lesbians cut their hair, but don’t shave your legs, and privates. Uhm, you are really hairy.”
“I’m sorry, but if you don’t mind me asking, why do you bother with shaving?”
“Well,” I thought, “I use depilatary foam to dissolve it, so it’s really not that much trouble, but I guess I can see better without it in the way.” She came here to touch a pussy though, so I got brave, and brushed the back of her fingers with my mound.
“Huh!” She stuck her fingers out, and felt up. To spread my lips open, and slip the middle one back to my hole. “Snh, huh!” She pulled her hand back, and sniffed her fingers. “Huh, you’re really wet.”
“Really?” I had to check. “Huh, I don’t usually, well. I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet before, or if I have. I didn’t notice, but I guess I have been waiting for a while, and thinking about sex.” I just didn’t want to tell her what kinds of sex, because if she’s turned off by the idea of gay guys sticking their dicks through the hole to suck, then the last thing she wants to hear about is my playboy with a yacht, and a sex dungeon to kidnap, rape, and torture girls off the beach then dump the bodies with their ankles tied to an anchor when he’s done.
I shook my head, and thought “You want to smell my panties?” Bending over to see her slip her fingers out, and reach for the glory hole. So, I had to move my eye, and look over to take them off my pile of clothes. “Huh, you might think it’s a little weird.” They disappeared as soon as I put them in her hand, but then I heard her sniffing, and breathing heavy again. Her hand went right back to her hairy beaver, and I even saw her middle finger curl up. To slip in, and out. “Huh, but there’s something special I like to do if I get the chance.”
She bent over, and I got a good look at her boobs hanging before I looked up at my panties. Stretched over her chin, and puffing out with her breath. “Huh, snh!” I giggled, and she looked away, with the narrowest part of my crotch between her eyes. She rolled them, “I know it’s a little weird, but I can’t really do what I want, without someone seeing my face, and I’d rather not everyone in school hearing about my sexuality.”
“Oh, it’s okay. I won’t tell anyone, but it’s not that weird, and you think I could feel your boobs first?”
“Huh, yeah.” I think she squatted, because she didn’t want to put her knees down on the cold tiles. But she held them up to the wall, and I got a good look at the gap between them before I put my hand through, and felt around.
“Huh, yeah.” I gave it a good squeeze, and I wish there were 2 holes. Right next to each other, so I could get 2 handful, but instead I reached over to my right one. The bigger one, and closed my eyes. “Huh, yeah.” I didn’t even tickle, or make honk honk noises. Though I thought about it, that would be childish, and ruin the mood. When we’re just getting started. “Let me guess, you want to lick my pussy?”
“Huh, yeah but not here.”
“Yeah, it’s probably dirty, and the tiles are too hard for me to sit on your face.”
“Uh, just put your pussy back up here.” She stuck her fingers back through the hole. “Again, uh. Such a hot little pussy, you like that?”
“Huh yeah. You can stick it inH!” I squirmed, and tensed up, but tried to relax.
“Sorry, was that too much?” She started pulling it back out, but I grabbed her wrist.
“No, it’s just a little chilly, but I can already feel it warming up, and I want you so badly. Finger me, fingerblast me good and hard, uh! Yeah, you’re really good at it, keep going, yeah. Faster, fuck me. Yeah fuck me faster.”
“You getting close?” I shook my head, but it was getting hard to breathe, and with my eyes closed, I could just let the memories fly through my head, and swirl around. Fighting for attention, but I held onto her wrist. Like a dick I guess, but a big bony dick, and humped her fingers as hard as I could, while the middle one plunged in, and back out when I humped back.
“Huh yeah almost there, don’t stop, don’t, uh!” Now, I knew I wouldn’t be able to breathe, so i took a deep breath. “HhuhHHHH!” Held it, and clamped down. “NGH!” Gripping the top of the wall, and feeling my hard nipples on the cold pained metal. “UH, huh! HUH!” Finally, I pushed her arm back, so it slipped out, but it wouldn’t go down. “Uhgahd! Huh!” I found the handicap bar on the other side to sit down on, hold onto while my knees knocked together, but that’s when you really find out about yourself.
At least when I have an orgasm, it clears away all the excuses, and stuff I don’t even want to think about to let all the pure wet dreams bubble up to the surface. I mean, I had sex dreams as long as I could remember, but I barely remembered more than flashes. Whatever was on my mind at the very end before I woke up, but there was always guys and girls in there. Dicks, and tits, and ass, and pussies. A whole lot of legs crossed and rubbing together, but I could never put them together into a full picture.
In my sleep, but every time I get off, I can think about it a little better, only I don’t over-think it. You know, I don’t want to sound gay, or I don’t want to get the wrong idea, but the truth was so obvious that I didn’t want to see it. “Huh!” What I figured out this time is it’s not gay if she holds you down, and sits on your face. Makes you lick her dripping hairy snatch, and gushes all over your face so you drown in it. “What a way to go!”
Finally, I could breathe well enough to swallow, wipe the drool off my mouth, and blink in the harsh Fluorescent light shining down on the ugly green painted walls, and white tiles.
“Huh!” She pulled her pants up, and stuck her toes in a shoe. To pull it over, and slip her heel in, gripping it from the back.
“Uh, you’re getting dressed, to go?”
“Huh, yeah. We better get out of here so the Janitor can come in, and clean it.” I rushed to pull my underwear on, but she had such a head start, she was already out the door before I even got my bra hooked, so I looked out just in time to see her back before she left.
“Anyone else in there?” The janitor called, and I realized that he was waiting outside, the whole time. And listening? She said that, you could just peep through the hole, to watch, and listen to each other masturbate, but then I got scared.
He knows, of course he knows, he cleans the bathrooms after school every day, and he must’ve seen the hole in the wall, with the messages on both sides, but that didn’t make me feel any safer. I pulled my dress on as quickly as I could. I wasted so much time looking for my panties until I realized that she took them with her, and then I struggled to hook my bra strap through the back. Which isn’t easy even when I’m not scared to death, and rushing.
Kunk! He rolled the mop bucket in, and set the handle up in the corner behind the door. I couldn’t speak, I tried to, but before I could even get out yeah, there’s someone in here, it just got caught in my throat.
The truth is, I never wanted anything like that to happen to me, or anyone in real life. Fantasy is one thing, but it’s a safe thing, because none of the monsters in my closet can jump out, grab, and rape me. Because they’re not real, but when I say I always had wet dreams, I mean they were nightmares, too?
Not just hot, and wet, but also violent, and scary. I don’t know why that’s such a turnon, what’s wrong with me? But then something like this happens, and it’s not sexy at all. It’s just terrifying, knowing that he’s in here with me, he’s a pervert if he waited outside listening to me getting fingerbanged by the school lesbian, and he’s in the way. There’s only one way in and out, so there’s no way I can escape without him seeing me. Grabbing me, ripping off all my clothes, and brutally penetrating me with his big hard cock.
Or so I thought, until I saw it. “Huh!” it wasn’t even hard, but then he flopped it up, and stuck the head through the hole, so it hung back down on the inside. “It’s okay, there’s nothing to be afraid of, it won’t bite.”
Well, too late, I was already too terrified to even enjoy the first real big man dick right next to me. He was in the stall, right next to me, and I even heard the latch click when he locked the door. So, I grabbed my books and ran, but as soon as I got outside, I laughed. Out loud, it wasn’t even a giggle, it was a crazy laugh. It should have scared me, but I just kept running, and laughing until I got to the trees.
It just felt so good to be free, and I never felt so alive. I didn’t know it at the time, but I never would again. That’s the problem with addiction. It never feels as good, so you have to take bigger risks, and get bigger doses of adrenaline, but it will never feel as good as the first time.
I never looked at the janitor the same way again, though. After I saw his dick once, but I never had the guts to risk going back there. Too scary, so I had to wait until I found someone else that was into BDSM, and rape play.
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