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It isn’t like I’m a horrible student. I got good marks. It’s just Mr. Philips is so damn dull and old. He has gray hairs on his ears and inside his nose, which is disgusting. When he inspected students’ work, he always hovered over their shoulders, breathing gutturally. I’d noticed he hung around the girls more than the guys, probably trying to see down their shirts, the pervert. I pushed my book and pen into my open bag on the floor and jogged out of the room, happy to be free. I dodged Amelia, the hot blonde who has won tons of acrobatics trophies, spinning around my twin sister Emily, who scowled as I barged past. Then sidestepping her friends Zoe and Ella to reach the door first. Once outside, I walked to the Student Union and waited for my friends to arrive.
Dave spotted me from a distance, waved, and came up to me. “Hey man, did you see the thong Amelia was wearing?” Dave asked, grinning.
I laughed. Dave would spot that. He’s always going on about how hot the chicks at Uni are.
“It’s this thick,” he said, pinching his thumb and index finger together. “Fucking tiny. I’ve never seen Amelia wear a thong before.”
“Maybe that’s because she doesn’t normally wear thongs,” I said idly, my attention wandering away from the conversation. “Maybe she doesn’t even wear panties to Uni at all?”
Dave’s eyebrows raised, and he grinned, unaware I was joking.
“You’re probably right, man. She’s such a skank. I heard she fucked two guys from the Basketball team simultaneously.”
I got out an apple and started eating it. I always ate an apple during lunch. Maybe that’s why I’m in pretty good shape compared to my friends. Mike and Peter sat on the bench with us, arguing about whom was hotter out of Jessica Alba or Megan Fox, which prompted Dave to join in the conversation.
“Jessica Alba is way hotter,” Dave said, almost jumping. “Have you seen Megan Fox’s toe thumbs? They’re fuckin’ massive.”
My mind wandered again. We had this kind of conversation each lunch break. Who is hotter, Zoe Deschanel or Katy Perry, Summer Glau or Lindsay Lohan?
I focused on the girls sitting on the bench about fifty meters away. Amelia, Emily, Zoe, and Ella were also sitting on the bench, talking animatedly. Amelia is straddling the bench with her legs on either side, grinding her hips, making the girls laugh hysterically. I wanted to hear what they were saying, but they were too far away. Amelia is 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. ‘Damn fine.’
All too soon, the bell rang again. Time for more lectures, Physics with Mr. Johnson (Yes, I’m studying a science major), or Mr. J., as everyone called him. I decided to take a piss beforehand, or I’d have to go halfway through, and Mr. J. hated interruptions. It seemed everyone else had the same idea. The urinal’s crowded. The only stall unoccupied was the one at the end with a ‘Staff Only’ sign. I decided to use it anyway to avoid being late for Mr. J.’s class. It had a lock on the door, not your usual toilet door lock, but a lever handle lock. Not a problem for me as I learned how to pick locks years ago.
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The lock was easy to pick, and no one noticed me doing it. I flopped my cock out and started pissing in the staff toilet when I saw something odd. The wall to my right seems thin, and a quick tapping on the wall confirms it. However, I’m surprised when I hear a tapping back, followed by a metallic scraping noise. I’m in the last stall of the toilet, so I wondered what’s on the other side of this wall. I finish pissing, zip up, and try to locate the source of the tapping. It’s coming from the back of the toilet paper dispenser. One of those big plastic circle dispensers with a giant roll of toilet paper in it. I find it’s hinged to the wall, not screwed.
“What the fuck?” I muttered.
I loosen a latch, and the dispenser swings out, like a gate, to reveal a hole in the wall. I stare at it, frowning, trying to understand what’s happening. Suddenly, a piece of paper flutters through the hole, and I pick it up.
It reads: ‘Put your cock through the hole.’
The note’s written in sparkly pink ink, and the ‘i’ in ‘cock’ is a little love heart. I thought, ‘Why the fuck not? It isn’t a guy’s stall there, which probably means it’s the end stall of the girl’s toilets, and they wouldn’t see my face.’
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