School gloryhole

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The bell rang for lunch, finally. Mr Cartwinder’s maths lessons were the worst of them all. I always struggled to pay attention to him as he droned on and on about algebraic equations and matrices and whatnot. It wasn’t like I was a horrible student, I got pretty good marks, it’s just Mr. Cartwinder was so damn boring. And old. He has grey hairs coming out of his ears and nose and it was disgusting. When he inspected students work he always hovered over their shoulder breathing gutturally. I’d noticed he always hung around the girls more than the guys, probably trying to peeve down their shirts, the pervert.

I pushed my book and pen into my open bag on the floor and jogged out the room, happy to be free, dodging past Kristy, the hot blonde who has won tonnes of acrobatics trophies, spinning around my twin sister Carly, who scowled as I barged past, and sidestepping her friends Jordan and Emma to reach the door first. Once outside I walked over to a bench and waited for my friends to get out of their classes.

Steve spotted me from a distance and waved and walked up to me.
“Hey man, did you see the thong Kristy was wearing?” Steve asked, grinning.
I laughed, of course Steve would spot that, he was always going on about how hot the chicks in our grade were.
“It was this thick,” he said, pinching his thumb and index finger together. “Fucking tiny! I’ve never seen her wear a thong before.”
“Maybe that’s because she doesn’t normally wear thongs,” I replied idly, my attention wandering away from the conversation. “Maybe she doesn’t usually wear panties to School.”
Steves eyebrows raised and he grinned, unaware I was joking.
“You’re probably right man, she’s such a skank. I hear she fucked two guys on the footy team at the same time.”

I got out an apple and started eating it. I always ate an apple during lunch. Maybe that was why I was in pretty good shape, compared to my friends at least. John and Alex walked up and sat at the bench with us, arguing about who was hotter out of Jessica Alba or Megan Fox which prompted Steve to join in the conversation.
“Jessica Alba is way hotter. Have you seem Megan’s toe thumbs? They’re fuckin’ massive, plus she always looks like she’s on her period and she’s had so much plastic surgery. I wouldn’t be surprised if she melted if she got too close to a fire.”
My mind wandered again. They had this kind of conversation each lunch break. Who was hotter, Zooey Deschanel or Katy Perry, Summer Glau or Lindsay Lohan. My mind focused on the girls sitting on the bench about 50 metres away.

Kristy, Carly, Jordan and Emma were all sitting at the bench talking animately. Kristy was straddling the bench with her legs on either side and she started grinding it up and down and all the girls started laughing in hysterics. I wanted to hear what they were saying but they were too far away. Kristy was probably going to be my masturbation material for the night. I added her as a friend on a social networking site and she had some fine pictures of her in her acrobatics uniform.

All too soon the bell rang again. Time for next period, English with Mr. Krastovski, or Mr K as everyone called him. I decided to take a piss before hand or I’d have to go half way through, and Mr K hated interruptions. It seemed everyone else had the same idea, I saw when I got to the toilets. All the stalls were shut and all the urinals were taken, except one stall at the end with a sign “Out of Order” on the door. I’d never used it before, the sign had been on there years ago when I first started at high school and I always wondered why they never fixed it. I decided to use it so I wouldn’t be late for Mr K’s class, so I closed the door and started pissing. There was something different about this stall. I noticed the wall to my right was thin and a quick rapping on the wall confirmed it. I was surprised when I heard a rapping back and a metallic scraping noise coming from the other side. There were no stalls to my left, only a wall so I didn’t know what the fuck was happening. I finished pissing, zipped up and tried to locate the source of the tapping. It seemed to be coming from the back of the toilet paper dispenser. It was a big plastic circle with a giant roll of toilet paper in it. I noticed that it was only hinged on the wall so I lifted it and placed it on the ground.
“What the fuck?” I muttered to myself. There was a hole in the wall behind where the toilet paper dispenser was. A piece of paper fluttered through the hole and I picked it up and it read ‘Put your dick through the hole’. It was written in sparkly pink ink, and the ‘i’ in dick was dotted with a little love heart. I thought to myself why the fuck not? It wasn’t a guys stall there, which probably meant it was the end stall of the girls toilets, and they wouldn’t see my face.

I tugged on my dick a few times, making it semi hard, and poked it through the hole. I heard a faint gasp and a little giggle and felt a finger stroke the length of my dick which caused my penis to harden and go fully erect. I heard a faint ‘oohing’ and felt a cool breeze on my dick. I guessed whoever it was was blowing on my dick which, even though it wasn’t very stimulating, kept my dick as hard as a rock. Two fingers now held my dick. They slid slowly up the length of my dick, then all the way down, still as slow. It was incredibly pleasurable even though it normally took me a whole hand full of fingers and quite a few minutes to get to this stage of arousal, whoever was on the other side had managed it in a few seconds with only 2 fingers. Another few fingers joined in now, a whole hand was now gripping my dick. I was pretty sure it was a girls hand because it was pretty small, plus whoever had talked sounded pretty girly.

She wiped the pre-cum that had oozed out of my dick head and wiped it onto the rest of my dick to use as lubrication and kept stroking. Her hand was now stroking up and down my dick fast, very fast. The wall shook as she pounded against the wall as she got to the bottom of my dick and stroked all the way to the tip before slamming back down again. It felt way better than when I did it at home, perhaps I had a voyeuristic streak in me. I let out a soft moan and I knew I was close so I rapped quickly on the wall to let her know. She must not have heard me or chose to continue, as her hand continued to stroke my dick up and down. My body was fully pressed against the wall and my hips were thrust out and pressed hard against the wall to allow the maximum length of my dick to be tugged.