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Sunday story time.
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Sunday story time. Alright here goes. I am trying to expand my repetoire of writing so indulge me if you will. He had never really ventured too far away from his night class before. Here he was in his late thirties upgrading his education at the local college. The professor was younger than he was and the only other person in the class he seemed to jive with was another lady from his regional office who was doing the same upgrading. It wasnt until that week when the washrooms around the corner from his class were getting revamped that he had to wander the<b> campus </font></b>a little. He normally parked in the pay lot and walked straight to class, stopping only to get a large coffee that he was looking to get rid of right now. The two hour lecture was broken in half by a ten minute break. Usually the coffee had worked its wonders by then and he went to piss and get a grip on the rest of lecture. He had given up smoking long ago and being an adult student wanted to ace the class and show up the younger students. Down the stairs he went and followed them down to a basement where he quickly found a washroom. All the urinals were filled and breathing a quick sigh of relief he moved to the stalls. The one of the two that wasnt occupied was the handicapped stall and he went in and stood to do his business. Looking straight at the wall he couldnt miss a large black arrow in magic marker pointed down and to the wall of the stall. There cut into the wall of the stall was a small square that must have measure about four inches by four inches. He stared at it intently. He thought it was shoddy workmanship on the renovators part until he saw movement in the square. It threw him and he quickly finished and zipped up. Still shaking somewhat he found his way to class and sat down at the table he shared with the coworker. She asked him what was wrong and he shrugged it off and then tried to concentrate on the class material. When class finished and he was walking to his car his coworker caught up to him and asked what happened that got him so spaced out. He confessed to her what had happened during the break. She laughed uproaringly and he started to laugh as well. He remembered the words she said. Gloryhole. That night he went back to his small apartment and busied himself in his research. What he found blew his mind, holes cut in bathroom stalls for anonymous blowjobs. That adult bookstores had them, peepshows had them, they were everywhere and not at the college too. He viewed pictures of women servicing them, read stories about them and even found a place that listed and rated them in city he lived. It was all so much to take in. The combination of the material gave him a raging hardon and he lay down on his bed to take care of it. Visions of women serving anonymously and incredible blowjobs danced in his head as his hand flew up and down his hard cock. Finally he came as hard as he ever had before and drifted off to sleep. I am going to stop here. I would like a small vote out of my readers if our main character is brave enough to go through with it? Let me know what you want him to do. Thanks and have a good evening. |
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i will count that as a vote to go back. thanks
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