Friday lunch. I'd been thinking about the Stanford Park glory hole non-stop all day. I was going back again after school, no doubt about that. I'd been replaying yesterday's encounters in my mind, wondering if the guy I'd exchanged blowjobs with could have been one of my friends.
On the way to school I'd thought again about seeing the car that looked like my brother Andy's pulling out of the lot at the park.
Looking over at my brother as he drove us to school, I considered the possibility that it could have been Andy on the other side of the glory hole.
It seemed very unlikely. He'd been at work yesterday and the restaurant was on our side of town, so it's not like he could have gone to the park on his 15 minute break to get his dick sucked.
I could easily see Andy, or any guy, giving in to the temptation of getting anonymous head, regardless of their sexual orientation. If the guy had been like the jogger I'd sucked off, if he'd just let me suck him and then left, I'd be more worried about it being Andy.
No way, though, could I believe it was him sucking my cock. He was too hetero. I'd lived with him all my life, I would have seen the signs if he was bi.
Still.... "How was work yesterday?" I asked.
Andy jerked his head in my direction and stared at me like I'd just said something crazy. We never really talked on these short drives to and from school, or really any other time, so maybe it was crazy to try now.
"Why the fuck do you care? Work blows, always. Be glad you don't have to get a job until you're 16, Abetard."
"Yeah," I mumbled. "Just making conversation."
"What, are we at a dinner party? Fuckin' conversation? I'm not awake enough yet for that shit."
"Sorry," I said, turning to look out the window. I was sure it hadn't been Andy, and thank God for that.
So, either it was a totally random guy in a similar car, or it was Bill Markley, Chris Benner, or Bill's cousin Ryan. I'd spotted the three of them at the basketball court when I'd come out of the bathroom.
Which brings us back to lunch on Friday, just 24 hours after Bill's story about the glory hole in Stanford Park had changed my life
The same group of us ate lunch together every day. We'd all been friends since elementary school: Bill, Chris, Nick Weller, Zeke Barlow, and me.
This semester, Chris's girlfriend Naomi had a different lunch period. We hadn't been so lucky last semester, and she'd joined us every day. Chris was totally pussy whipped around her, so it was nice to have it back to being just the guys again.
Today my attention was focused on Bill and Chris. I kept catching myself staring at their mouths, wondering if it was the one that gave me my first blowjob. Had one of them swallowed my cum? Was it the jizz of one of these guys that had tasted so much better than the jogger's load?
Bill was tall and kind of goofy, but in a cute way. He had longish curly hair, brown like his eyes. He'd always been a bit of a class clown type, and he loved getting high.
Chris was probably the most alpha of my friends, and the most attractive. He was athletic, with light brown hair and green eyes. He didn't pull any punches with any of us, which is why it was both annoying and hilarious to see him change into a puppy around Naomi.
Rounding out the group: Zeke, with his perpetually messy black hair, always looked like he'd just rolled out of bed. He favored band t-shirts and looked like a stereotypical slacker, but he was the best student amongst us, and could both sing well and play the guitar.
Nick was strawberry blond and kind of the group follower. He was always up for whatever the rest of us wanted to do, just happy to be included.
The usual shit was being shot, Zeke was telling us all about Bella Murphy leaning over in first period to pick something up, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage, and then Nick had to top that with a bikini shot of Allyson Rutledge he'd found on her Insta and saved before she'd deleted it.
As usual, I pretended to be all about the tits, just like the rest of them. When everyone had commented on the pic, I turned to Bill.
"So, Bill, you get any finger action last night?" I made the glory hole gesture and the whole table laughed.
"Fuck off. If that happens again, I'll just aim my hose and piss through the hole instead of on my fuckin' shoes!"
"Fag would probably just drink it up!" Chris cracked.
"Sick, dude!" Nick made a gagging sound.
"I met Bill and his cousin there yesterday, shot some hoops. You better believe I went in prepared when I hit the head."
My heart raced. Chris was in the restroom, but was it after I left?
"Get any action?" Zeke laughed, making a jerk off gesture.
"Hell no. My jizz is reserved for Naomi, she doesn't even like me jerking myself off! There was no one else there anyway."
Simone Lee walked by the table in as short a skirt as she could possibly get away with at school, pulling the attention of all my friends, and the conversation moved on.
I was no closer to knowing than I'd been before. Chris had confirmed he'd been inside, but for all I knew I was already back home by that time.
I had to give up the idea of figuring it out and focus on today's adventures.
After we got home from school I ran up to my room and tossed my backpack on the bed. Andy wasn't working, so I waited until I heard his bedroom door close and then went down and jumped on my bike.
It was Friday afternoon and the park was busier than the day before. There was a pickup basketball game going on and some moms with their kids over by the playground equipment, plus a few dog walkers. There were a some other bikes in the rack when I locked mine up.
I went inside the bathroom and saw that my stall from the day before was already occupied. Knowing that the peep hole would reveal my identity if I went to the urinals, I hurried into the empty stall on the other side instead.
I dropped my pants and sat down, heart racing. Like yesterday, it all seemed suspiciously quiet in the other stall.
The guy in there slid his foot over, nearly into my stall, and tapped it. I'd seen this on Twitter, too, and I quickly tapped back.
I heard him stand up, and then his dick slid through the glory hole. It definitely wasn't my guy from yesterday. This guy was about two inches smaller, but it was still a really nice looking cock.
I hit my knees and took it into my mouth. The smaller size made it a better fit for my inexperienced mouth.
After a few minutes, he pulled away and ran his fingers around the rim of the hole. I eagerly complied with the silent request, sticking my meat through.
He wasn't as good at sucking dick as the guy from yesterday, but a mouth is a mouth and it still felt good. He'd been sucking me for a few minutes when two guys walked into the bathroom, talking to each other. I pulled back and we both sat back on the toilets and waited.
When the guys flushed the urinals and left I stood back up, ready to resume. Before I could stick my dick back through, though, I saw the guy's legs and then his ass appear under the stall partition.
I gasped. I'd jerked off to plenty of understall videos on Twitter, they could be even hotter than glory hole videos. I was not prepared for this, though.
He slid a small tube of lube into my stall and then his hands pulled his cheeks apart, giving me a view of a pink hole with some wisps of hair around it.
"Fuck me," the whispered words set my heart racing even faster.I'd been a virgin twenty four hours ago, and I'd only had one and a half blowjobs, but now I was about to fuck my first ass!
I dropped to my knees, saying a silent thank you to Bill for telling that story at lunch, and to the anonymous guy who'd tried to suck his cock. If not for them, I'd never have known about this place.
I squeezed some lube on my dick and then touched another guy's hole for the first time as I lubed him up. This was so wild!
I lined my dick up with the hole and slowly pushed inside. Oh, fuck! It was so hot and tight! I grabbed his hips under the stall and began pistoning in and out. This was everything, this was what I was born for, how I wanted to spend my life. It was mind blowing.
After about a minute and a half of fucking, I was already getting close when we heard someone coming in. I didn't want to stop, it felt too good, but my partner pulled off, so I sat back down on the toilet, my dick aching at the interruption.
All was quiet. The guy must be at a urinal, but I couldn't hear any sounds of pissing. C'mon, dude, get the fuck out, I silently begged.
Then, the guy in the stall moved and I heard the sounds of sucking. What the hell? I leaned over and looked through the glory hole. I could see the back of his shaved head as he bobbed it up and down at the other glory hole, sucking the guy at the urinal.
When he pulled back and I caught a glimpse of the cock he was stroking, I felt an instant certainty that it was the same one I'd sucked yesterday, belonging to my mystery man. It looked identical.
The guy between us maneuvered his ass back under my stall while he sucked. I was distracted, desperately wanting to see who my mystery man was. Even so, I wasn't about to pass up fucking that ass some more!
The angle wasn't as good. With the top half of his body raised to suck the cock at the glory hole, he couldn't give me as clear a shot at that ass as before. I slid inside, but my chest kept smacking against the partition and I couldn't get as much of my dick inside him. It was incredibly frustrating.
He must have felt the same. After a minute or so, heard him whisper "under the stall". I looked through the glory hole and saw that the guy at the urinal had dropped to his knees and stuck his dick under the stall. Our middle man resumed sucking and was able to slide his full ass under my stall again.
I resumed fucking full on. Goddamn, this was fantastic. How did people not just spend their whole lives fucking non stop?
It was probably only two minutes later that I felt myself getting close again. I started grunting, like the day before, not wanting to pull out, but figuring I should give him some warning.
"Cum in me, stud," he moaned in response. That was all I needed to push me over the edge. For the first time in my life, I unloaded my jizz into another man's ass.
When I was done, I pulled out and wiped my dick with toilet paper. There was a noise in the other stall and I glanced through the glory hole to see that the man inside had spun around and stuck his ass under the other partition.
I had a full view of his face: kind of geeky, but not unattractive, he looked about mid 30's. Did he have any idea he'd just been fucked by a freshman? He groaned and I could see the mystery man's hands grabbing his hips under the stall as he slipped his dick inside, getting my sloppy seconds.
I pulled up my pants and unlatched the door quietly. I had to know who it was.
I walked by the occupied stall and glanced over toward the urinals. Zeke Barlow looked up, his eyes widening as they met mine.