Knock Knock
#11 of One Shots
The rise and fall of the mystery of the Fifth Stall.
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Knock Knock by RVasil
Dracana University, much like any educational institution, had its fair share of rumors. Rumors ranging from the supernatural, to the controversial. Examples were stories of ghost hauntings, ghost sightings, teachers having illicit relationships with students, suicides that were allegedly covered up by the school, and an apparent death cult that met up at the basement in one of the labs in engineering. They were a dime a dozen, stories passed down from one generation of students to the other. Dylan always assumed they were exaggerated stories, told by seniors who just wanted to look cool in front of the freshmen.
Dylan couldn't remember who had told him, or when he had even heard of the rumor. Just that the rumor was so outrageous, it stuck to his mind. Until it got to the point where his curiosity got the better of him.
The door to the bathroom creaked open and Dylan entered. The fox took a cursory glance to see if there was anyone in there. "Hello?" he called out, finding nothing but silence in response. Five stalls were placed on one side, and a blank wall at the other. He walked towards the sink, and turned the faucet on. Clean water poured out, informing him that the plumbing was still in working order.
His eyes darted to the stalls, and he walked over to inspect them. Even though they were clearly refurbished, some students still found the time to express themselves creatively on it. Some drew as there were depictions of dicks of all shapes and sizes; some wrote passages about the hardships of college; some left phone numbers to which Dylan assumed were people looking for hookups. Truly, the amount of vandalism was something to behold.
Eventually, the fox moved to the last stall, finally getting to the point of why he was there in the first place. The door swung open. A clean white porcelain toilet greeted him. There was a roll of toilet paper at the side, and well, not much else. It was a bathroom stall after all.
The fifth stall in this specific bathroom was apparently a special one, or so the rumor went. It was subtly larger than the other stalls, giving the person inside more space to move in compared to the other ones. If you were inside and were seated on the toilet, the solid concrete wall would be to your left, and the wooden divider would be to your right. Dylan lowered the seat of the toilet and closed the lid. He wasn't exactly here to pee. He then placed his backpack atop the tank, and sat down. Dylan placed his hands on the wooden divider and began to feel around.
For a brief moment, he felt stupid.
Maybe the rumor was fake. Maybe it was a stupid joke told to freshmen like him.
Maybe it was...
Then he felt it. It was subtle, but it was definitely there. Like it was built into the divider itself, a part of the wood slid open revealing a moderate sized hole that allowed the person to see into the other stall. Or more appropriately, let someone from the other side, put something in.
The rumor was that the fifth stall had a glory hole.
"Wow..." was the first word out of Dylan's mouth. He couldn't believe it! It was actually real. The fox sat there for a brief moment, his mind now trying to process what other rumors about the college were also true. Were the ghost sightings real? Were the suicides real? He then blinked, realizing something. Was the death cult in Basement 5 in engineering also true?
He got so caught up in his thinking that he didn't notice that someone had come in. His mind only processed it when he heard the door to the bathroom close. He nearly jumped in his seat, fear suddenly striking him. Shit! He was about to move, when he found that his body was paralyzed to the toilet seat. It dawned on Dylan.
He couldn't leave.
The last thing he wanted were rumors to follow him involving the fifth stall. He was still a freshman! He didn't exactly want to tarnish his nonexistent social reputation to his peers in just under a day! That would have been humiliating.
And so, Dylan sat there, quiet. He hoped that whoever was in the bathroom with him would just get their business over with and leave already. Dylan discreetly looked down, watching as the person moved to the first stall. The sound of a belt buckle being undone, followed by a zipper informed Dylan that the person was attending to private matters. The fox quietly let out a sigh, idly tapping his feet. A few moments later, the toilet flushed. "Thank goodness," he muttered to himself.
Dylan looked down once more, and watched the person's feet. The guy exited the stall and was about to make a beeline towards the door when he paused. To Dylan's surprise, the guy turned around, and was walking back. Did he forget something? No...the guy went past the first stall. Dylan felt his heart skip a beat. Did he hear him? The fox's eyes darted towards the door to his own stall. Whether it was by a supernatural force or by his own subconscious doing earlier, the door to his stall was thankfully locked.
The mystery person entered the fourth stall and Dylan held his breath.
Precious seconds ticked by as Dylan could feel the presence of the other dude behind the wooden divider. The tension reached its peak when the person spoke. "Hey." Dylan gulped. "Is anyone in there?" The guy's voice was calm, collected, but the fox swore he could sense a bit of nervousness behind his tone. What stood out to him was that he sounded familiar. Like he had heard him speak before but at the current moment he was blanking out.
The question hung in the air and for a split second Dylan wondered what to answer, if he should even answer to begin with. The fifth stall was far enough where anyone coming in wouldn't see the person's feet inside it. They'd actually have to kneel down to see if there was a person inside. Whether it was out of panic, or just by sheer dumb stupidity, Dylan responded. He raised a knuckle to the stall divider.
Knock. Knock.
He rationalized that using his voice would have given him away, and figured staying anonymous as possible would have been the safer option.
"Oh," the guy sounded surprised. "Damn..." he muttered. "I, uh..." Why was this conversation still going? "Are you...uh...open?"
Open? What was this guy...?
Dylan's eyes flashed to the hole next to him. FUCK! He forgot to close it!
It would seem the guy on the other side noticed as well. "Oh, fuck me, I'm stupid. You are." The person let out a nervous chuckle. Dylan's heart raced. His breathing increased. He was about to let out a low sigh of relief when he saw the dude walk away, but then had to hold back a gasp when the dude only did so to lock the fourth stall door. Fuck! Was this really happening?
The tell tale sign of a belt buckle being undone deafened Dylan's ears. His eyes darted down to see jeans fall to rest on the person's feet. His heart jumped when a bright blue jockstrap joined it afterwards. Dylan gulped knowing what was going to happen next. Dylan's eyes were glued to the open hole next to him. A few seconds later, a lengthy cock sporting a half chub was inserted through it. It managed to squeeze itself between the person's two hefty furry balls.
Holy shit...
"I kind of need this man," the dude's voice came from behind the divider. "My girl hasn't been putting out for me."
It was at that point that Dylan knew he was far too deep to back out now. Taking another moment to regain his composure, he decided to go for it. Fuck it! There was a first time for everything after all. Reaching out, Dylan held the person's cock in his hand. It was big. It was hefty. He squeezed it tenderly, finding it difficult to wrap his hand around it. He couldn't even imagine what it would look like erect and fully aroused. Though with the way things were going, it wouldn't take long for that question to be answered. The member inflated like a balloon, and eventually throbbed needingly in front of him. At that point, Dylan decided to take it an extra step. Leaning forward, he gave the cock a tender kiss on the tip.
"Fuck, man...stop teasing me..."
The person's cock responded by ejaculating fresh pre on Dylan's face. He clearly was backed up if he was leaking out this much. The fox went to work, opening his mouth to take in the cock. The guy was thick, and it led to Dylan's jaw being spread wide to accommodate for the dude's large size. It tasted sweet, yet bitter. The guy's musk filled Dylan's nostrils, making it somewhat hard to think for a brief moment. Dylan stuck his tongue out, swirling his mouth around the tip that resulted with the guy tapping his feet erratically in response.
"Holy shit, dude...that feels amazing..."
Dylan was glad at least years of cocksucking was finally paying off. True, this wasn't the first sexual encounter Dylan had in his life, but this would have been classified as his first sexual encounter in college. He had to admit, sucking cock through a gloryhole was NOT how he imagined it going. The fox continued, lowering his head to take in more of the mystery guy's cock. As inch after inch disappeared into his mouth, the guy was becoming more and more ecstatic. He even began to subtly hump the wooden divider. It got to a point where the guy grabbed hold of the roof of the divider to get better leverage.
"Fucking hell, you're a better cocksucker than Jesse!" He panted, his arousal skyrocketing. "The team would fucking love you..."
Jesse? Amidst the guy doing his best to face fuck Dylan through the gloryhole, the guy's statement stuck out to Dylan. He had heard that name before. His eyes looked forward, and he confirmed it. The guy's pubes were pure white as snow.
The only person Dylan knew that had white fur, had a girlfriend named Jesse, and was part of a team, was Noel, a lion.
Dylan nearly gagged as the guy enthusiastically went balls deep just as the realization dawned on the fox.
He was sucking off the star quarterback of the college!
With little to no warning, the guy ejaculated into Dylan's mouth. Noel let out a long drawn out moan as ropes upon ropes of white hot cum exited the tip of his cock and into Dylan's waiting throat. The sheer volume of it surprised the fox, and gave him trouble in trying to down all of it. Some even leaked to the sides of his mouth, dripping onto the white tiled floor below. It throbbed for what seemed like an eternity, emptying the balls contents completely. By the end of it, Dylan was left panting for air.
Noel on the other side felt light as a feather. That was probably the best blowjob he had ever had so far. "Damn, that was really good." The lion then pulled out, dragging his deflating cock out of the hole unceremoniously. Dylan used this time to reflect on the matter. This was not how he imagined his day going when he thought it was a good idea to investigate the rumor about the fifth stall. Was it a bad day? The fox wasn't sure yet; the shock and reality of what just happened was still settling in.
"Thanks man," Noel sounded tired and exhausted. "I really needed that." He knelt down to pick up his underwear, and then his jeans soon after. The sound of the belt buckle tightening soon followed. "Listen, uh...will you be here next week or something?"
What the fuck? Dylan blinked. Did he...want more? At this point, the reality of the situation had finally settled and Dylan quickly thought of his answer on the spot. He raised his knuckle to the stall divider.
Knock. Knock.
"Really? Awesome." Noel's enthusiasm wasn't lost on Dylan. "Oh wait, before I go."
Dylan's brow rose. What now?
The fox's eyes darted towards the gloryhole to find Noel shoving a dollar bill through it. He was getting paid?! Dylan took it warily and unwrapped it. He blinked, taken aback at holding a crispy $50 bill.
"Thanks again!"
And with that, Noel left the bathroom, leaving Dylan by his lonesome, with a throbbing erection in his pants.
Dylan didn't know it then, but that was his first client.
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If one thing could be trusted about a rumor, it would be how quickly it could spread.
Whether it was by sheer happenstance, or the result of the actions of a higher being known as The Writer, word about the fifth stall became more prominent. Maybe it was Noel who mentioned it to a teammate. Maybe it just happened to be the gossip of the month. Either way, Dylan found himself suddenly a bit secretly famous. Talk about this mysterious gloryhole at the fifth stall circulated among social circles, mostly spoken in hush voices. It was like a game of telephone. One version mentioned it was the fifth stall in the men's bathroom in the library. Others mentioned it was at the administration building, in the women's bathroom. One outrageous variation specifically outlined that it was at the fifth floor, at the fifth bathroom, at the fifth stall, in the fifth building constructed in Dracana University. Apparently, somewhere down the line, the number five became a magical number. It was honestly amusing to watch the rumor mutate into a garbled mess.
Most never got it right.
The few that did were the ones serious enough to actually see if the rumor was true.
Amusingly enough, the majority of them were football players. Maybe having someone on the team who actually knew what he was talking about helped point them in the proper direction. By the end of the week, Dylan had seen, and promptly sucked on, a sizable portion of the equally sizable cocks of all the football players of the Dracana Fireballs.
Soon enough, the fox could identify his meal of the day virtually by name. For example, it was easy to single Chris out. He was the only canine on the football team. Dylan actually knew him personally, as they shared a class together. Chris was a sophomore. Spunky, rowdy, the guy was such a ball of energy that not even the boring subject of philosophy could bring him down. From what Dylan gathered, he was the newbie on the team, one of the few who passed the rigorous tryouts the week earlier. He was obviously eager to prove himself, to try and show the team that he could carry his weight around. It was by sheer coincidence that Dylan was passing by when he overheard Chris talking to Noel, and Rook, another football player.
"Did you guys hear about the gloryhole in the men's bathroom?" Rook asked.
"Yeah, I have." The white lion responded nonchalantly. "You actually went?" Noel asked.
The black dragon snorted. "No. I ain't gay, bro."
"What's this about a gloryhole?" Chris asked, clearly not in on the loop.
"There's this rumor going around," Rook explained. "You heard about the fifth stall rumor?"
Chris nodded. "Yeah. I have. Wasn't it like at the administration building's bathroom?"
"No," Rook answered firmly. "People are getting it wrong. It's actually at the clocktower."
The canine reeled back. "There's a bathroom there?"
"Yes," Noel answered. "And before you ask, the janitor told me because I needed to take a leak one time before going for practice. Anyways, the fifth stall is the one that has the glory hole in it. You just knock and ask if it's open for business. Or so the rumor goes"
"You're fucking with me," Chris responded, clearly trying to digest the information. "Is it real?"
Noel and Rook glanced at one another. The black dragon shrugged. "I don't know man. Like I said, I ain't gay."
"What makes you think it's gay?" Noel asked, sounding a bit offended.
"It's a glory hole, in the MEN'S bathroom. Who else could be in there?"
Noel shrugged. "It could be a girl who snuck in there. We don't know." Rook and Chris looked at him, and Noel was quick to cover his trail. "I mean, we don't even know if it's real or not." He shrugged, doing his best to make it look convincing. He glanced at Chris. "Why don't you go and check it out, rookie?"
"Why me?" Chris shook his head. "You guys are the ones who are enthusiastic for it." He sighed. "Whatever. Let's go, we're going to be late for practice."
And that was all it took. Just a seed of an idea; a notion of a possible good time. It didn't take long for that seed to sprout and bear fruit.
"Hey, uh...is anyone in there?"
Dylan stowed the book he was reading into his backpack. He recognized that voice. That was definitely Chris. Judging with the way he was tapping his feet on the white tiles, he was quite nervous. Taking a moment to breathe, Dylan responded with what now became a signature of the fifth stall. He raised his knuckle onto the wooden board.
Knock. Knock.
He swore he could feel the person on the other side jump. They always did. "Fuck! It's actually real!" Chris muttered to himself. He then cleared his throat. "Are you, uh, open...for...business?" Dylan rolled his eyes. He sounded like a guy asking someone out nervously to prom. Dylan responded by opening the small hole next to him. That should clue him in.
Chris gasped. "Oh shit! Uh...okay, okay..." He then began to unbuckle his belt and Dylan waited with vested interest. Chris's jeans fell to the floor. Dylan waited for his underwear to drop but after a few seconds none followed. Was this guy seriously freeballing? Dylan was then greeted with Chris's cock, two furry plump balls managed to squeeze themselves into the gloryhole, accompanied by a slowly inflating red rocket that was coming out of its sheath. It was impressive to say the least. Dylan was about to touch it, when he paused momentarily when he heard Chris muttering to himself.
"This is cool...this isn't gay, Chris...you're not gay...this isn't gay...Rook could have been wrong..."
Oh if only he knew!
Chris visibly shivered when Dylan touched his plump balls, even more so when his wandering hand caressed the base of his furry sheath. It wasn't often that Dylan got to play with canine cocks, which is why he enjoyed it when he got the chance to. Sticking his tongue out, he started at the bottom, playfully tracing a circle before moving upwards towards the red rocket. It seemed that Chris was very excited, shooting out a glob of pre at the mere touch of his tongue.
"Okay..." Chris muttered, taking deep breaths at the other side. He gasped, feeling Dylan's hot breath wash over his cock.
The fox quickly got to work. He went for the tip first, giving the canine's member a taste. The pre tasted sweet, but the cock tasted a little bitter and salty. Did he just get out of practice? Either way, Dylan opened his mouth to take it in. Chris wasn't endowed like Noel, but that didn't mean he wasn't packing either. He was just the right size for Dylan. Neither too big nor too small, it was just the perfect length and thickness for his mouth. He slid right in, and Chris couldn't help but let out a long drawn out moan.
"Holy...shit..."
Inch by inch, Dylan took Chris's cock down his throat masterfully. It took a brief moment for him to get to the base, but eventually he did and he paused. He swirled his tongue around, earning him a glob of pre in the process. Chris's cock throbbed in Dylan's mouth needily, the canine on the other side beginning to lightly hump the divider. Dylan took this as his cue to start sucking properly.
A rhythm soon formed. The sound of wet slops echoed in the bathroom as Dylan's head bobbed up and down the canine's erect cock. Chris clung to the divider for dear life, his nails scratching bits off the wooden wall. His body began to move on its own accord, desperate to get more from this mysterious mouth. Dylan was more than happy to abide, his oral fixation being satiated by the throbbing cock in his mouth. The fox put both of his hands up the divider to brace himself as Chris's thrusts were becoming erratic. It was clear to him that Chris wanted to bury his bone desperately.
Then, it happened.
"Fuck!" Chris cried out. At first Dylan thought he was ejaculating and closed his eyes. But after a few seconds of waiting for the white cum that never came, he wondered what happened. "Fuck, fuck, motherfucking fuck!!" Chris cursed profusely, and with very good reason.
He was stuck!
The canine got too enthusiastic with his thrusts and momentarily forgot that he had a knot. The engorged bulb acted like a well placed seal, securely putting him in place and unable to move. For all intents and purposes, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Not that it was a problem for Dylan. He knew that canines would easily deflate once they came, but Chris was panicking way too much to realize this fact.
"What do I do...what do I do...?" Chris muttered out nervously. "What am I going to...ahhhh!"
Dylan just continued to suck on the cock, using this as the chance to set the pace and take it nice and slow. With how erratic he was going earlier anyways, Chris was probably a few sucks away from completion. His problem was easily going to solve itself. Dylan closed his eyes, enjoying the red rocket shaped lollipop in his mouth. He played with the tip, driving Chris up the wall with the pleasure that emanated from his crotch. Dylan's mouth acted like a vacuum, sucking everything Chris could offer him. The canine whimpered.
"I'm so fucking close..." he mumbled.
That was when the door to the bathroom swung open.
Dylan's eyes shot wide open, and the fox froze in place. Both he and Chris held their breaths, doing their best not to make a sound. This guy officially had the worst timing ever. The sound of the first stall opening took place and eventually they both could hear the guy taking a leak. Dylan took deep breaths, his mouth hovering above Chris's cock. It was throbbing painfully.
Eventually the mystery guy moved away from the stall, walking towards the faucet to wash his hands. Chris and Dylan were both about to let out a sigh of relief when the footsteps stopped. Both of their hearts jumped.
The guy turned around.
Fuck! Dylan cursed under his breath. The footsteps grew closer and closer, until Dylan could sense the guy was standing in front of the fourth stall. He knocked on the door. "Hello?"
At that point, Chris wasn't able to hold it in any longer. Without warning, Chris ejaculated into Dylan's mouth, the canine desperately trying but failing to hold back his moans. It came out forced, like a person sounding very constipated.
"MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....ahhhhhhhhh......ughhhhhhh..."
Throughout all of this, Dylan was getting sprayed with cum endlessly.
"Oh, sorry," the person responded.
As if trying to sell the idea further, Chris then added, "I shouldn't have...eaten that...taco..." He said, trying to sound convincing despite reeling from the overwhelming blowjob.
Apparently concluding that he'd made a serious mistake, the person made a beeline towards the exit. The sound of the bathroom door closing allowed Chris to let out an audible sigh of relief. "Holy fuck..." It took a moment for him to collect himself. The knot on his cock was slowly deflating, and after a few seconds, he managed to free himself from the gloryhole. "That was the greatest fucking blowjob I've ever had..." he muttered to himself. Beyond the divider however, Dylan was busy trying to wipe the cum that was now plastered all over his face. He grabbed a handful of tissue and began to wipe feverishly.
"Fucking hell...I'm spent, man," Chris said, pulling up his pants. "Uh...thanks..." He paused for a bit as if trying to choose his words carefully before ultimately deciding on, "...dude. I, uh, that was...wow...just...wow."
Dylan remained quiet, and instead opted to just knock on the divider as his response.
Knock. Knock.
"Uh...I guess I'll go," Chris said. He was about to leave when he stopped in his tracks. "Fuck, wait, I forgot." Dylan could hear the sound of clothes rustling, and a few seconds later, a dollar bill was shoved through the gloryhole. Dylan took it and found himself the proud owner of a $50 dollar bill.
"Thanks again. Your mouth is fucking amazing."
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People sure do talk. A lot.
Throughout the entirety of Dylan's stint as the mouth in the gloryhole, he was always careful to keep his identity anonymous. He always took different paths whenever he went to the clocktower. He was always careful to make sure no one saw him going into the bathroom, and that no one was following him. He never made a sound when he was in the stall, always the signature knock to do the talking for him. Whenever he left, he always made sure to double check his surroundings and make sure he didn't leave anything in the stall that could be used to point to his identity. It even got to a point where he had to switch up his schedule: some days he would be there, some days he wouldn't be.
True, the mystery of the mouth in the gloryhole was something that evaded the now regular customers that Dylan serviced. Word of mouth was what made the fifth stall popular, and it was the very same word of mouth that cemented said rumor as a fact.
Yes, there was a gloryhole in Dracana University.
However, the people who did know the specific details about it were smart enough to keep the information to themselves. They had a good thing going and no one dared to ruin it for everyone else. It was a piece of information shared to trusted individuals and was kept confidential through the bro code of honor.
That didn't stop them, however, from trying to determine WHO was in the fifth stall. Theories about it were flying from one end of the spectrum to the other, each one further off base than the next.
Dylan was in the men's locker room when he overheard two students talking with one another. They had just finished rinsing off in the shower, and were now stepping out and heading to their respective locker. Both were equines, one was a horse, and the other was a donkey. "It has to be Lily, right?" the horse asked his companion.
The donkey was busy trying to dry his hair. "That chick from cheerleading? Nah, I don't think so."
The horse thought for a bit. "It's a stretch, but maybe it's someone we know?"
His friend's brow rose. "What makes you think that?"
"Well when I was there the other day, the mouth was really tender on my cock man. Like, this person was really savoring it."
Of course Dylan was tender. That horse's flagpole was divine!
"Oh? Well when I was there, the treatment was a bit more rough. The hands were tugging and squeezing on my cock." The donkey paused, then added, "Not that I minded, that is."
It was interesting to say the least. While others were trying to determine if it was someone they knew, others were more so interested in hoping it was the person of their fantasies.
"It has to be him, right?" Dylan was eating a snack at the fountain when he overhead a group of girls talking with one another.
"Who? Noel? The leader of the football team?"
"Yeah!"
The girl frowned at her companion. "What on earth makes you think that?"
"I know these things alright. This guy has gay written all over him."
"You do know he has a girlfriend right?"
The other girl thought for a moment. "Okay, maybe he goes both ways!"
The gossip tittered on, but no one ever came close to determining the mysterious mouth in the fifth stall. The mystery was so titillating that the college paper actually considered running a story about it.
"Okay, I'm going to stop you right there," the head editor remarked. "We are not running a story on the Fifth Stall Gloryhole, alright?"
The other members of the club looked back at him. One half, the girls, were in agreement, whilst the other half, the guys, disagreed. "Why not Chief?" cried one out, voicing the question that was on the tip of the tongues of the male staff.
"For the love of everything, Matthew..." the head editor muttered to himself. He sighed, then cleared his throat. "The Dracana Scroll is a respectable publication. Putting aside the ethical implications of covering a story like this, we are not a tabloid magazine, and while I am the head editor, I refuse to let us become one. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Chief."
"Good," the head editor remarked, visibly relaxing once more. "With that out of the way, let's actually cover a story worth covering: the university is once again celebrating pride in a few weeks and we need to be prepared for it. It's going to be headed by Mr. Toscana, our head counselor." The head editor turned his head. "Dylan?"
The fox, who was quietly listening to the meeting, perked up. "Yes, Chief?"
"I'm going to need you to clear your schedule. You and your camera will be for photography. Got it?"
Never would have Dylan expected that his simple curiosity would lead to him becoming the mystery that gained so much notoriety. The allure of the fifth stall was impossible to ignore. Even people Dylan knew for sure were straight had found themselves hooked by the mystery.
One afternoon, Dylan was seated by the cafeteria when he happened to overhear the conversation of two individuals. Noel was eating a synthetic hamburger as a snack when he was joined by his fellow teammate, Rook. At first they talked about mundane stuff, things Dylan could honestly care less about. His ears perked up however when the conversation about the fifth stall eventually rolled around.
"So what do you think?"
Noel took a moment to respond as he was busy stuffing his mouth with the hamburger. "About what?"
"You know," Rook looked at him seriously. "The fifth stall!"
The lion's brow rose. "What about the fifth stall?"
The black dragon rolled his eyes. "Do you think it's a guy or a girl?"
Dylan idly wondered how this particular conversation was going to go. The lion looked at his friend incredulously. "Does it matter?"
"Of course it does!" Rook answered. Then he paused, as if having doubts. "I mean, it does, right?"
Noel just sighed. "Look, if you want to go, then just fucking go, man." The lion then pulled out his wallet and handed his friend a crisp bill. "Here. I know you and Casey are in a rough spot right now. Stop being a little bitch and just get your dick sucked. Not having blue balls will probably help you focus more during practice."
At that point, Dylan wasn't sure whether to consider his actions at the fifth stall to be the key to keeping the Dracana Fireballs in tip-top shape. Could working in a gloryhole be considered a helpful public service? The fox discreetly left the cafeteria, making a beeline to the one location where his best talents were most needed.
It was an hour or so later before Dylan was once again presented with the familiar but much loved routine.
"Hey, uh, is anyone in there?" Rook sounded nervous. Dylan could sense the black dragon was agitated. He was tapping his right feet endlessly on the white tiled floor.
Dylan took a moment to steady himself before bringing his knuckle up to the wooden divider.
Knock. Knock.
Rook's feet stopped moving. Dylan waited for the dragon's response. If he had strained his ear any harder, he could have heard the gears turning inside Rook's mind. He heard the dragon mutter to himself before ultimately speaking once more. "Are you open?" he asked.
Dylan answered by opening up the hole to his side.
"Okay..." The fox could hear the dragon fumble with the belt buckle on his jeans. Before long, the article of clothing fell to the floor. A stark red jockstrap soon followed. Dylan was about to move when Rook spoke. "Wait a minute."
The fox's brow rose.
"This is a joke, right?" Rook asked.
Dylan was thrown for a loop. What was he talking about?
Thankfully, Rook elaborated afterwards. "I can't fit here. This hole is too small!"
Wait what? The fox visibly sat up in the toilet seat. Is he really...? Dylan was unable to finish the question in his head as Rook spoke again.
"I can't fit in this hole. My cock is too big!"
Dylan couldn't determine whether Rook was boasting or not. The fox had to admit though, he was intrigued. Thinking quickly, Dylan directed Rook on what to do. He reached outwards and tapped the bottom of the stall.
"Oh, I suppose I can just do that then."
Using his jeans as padding for his knees, the dragon knelt down, spreading his legs far apart to get his crotch low enough to pass under the divider. This gave Dylan an unhindered view of Rook's lower half, and the fox had to pause and blink for a moment to make sure if what he was seeing was real or not.
Rook was huge.
Like, really huge.
The dragon's cock was as thick as his forearm and as just as long. It was half erect, and from he could assume, was beginning to rise from all the attention he was giving it. The pair of balls that came with it were just as impressive, looking like oversized grapefruit. They were swollen, heavy, and clearly laden with seed. Dylan let out a low gasp of surprise, commenting quietly under his breath. "Holy shit..."
A notion that Rook took interest in. "Yeah, you like that, babe?"
Babe? Dylan paused but then decided to just go with it. If it helped Rook relax, then he was all for it. He reached outwards feeling the throbbing piece of meat in his hands. It leaked a healthy dollop of precum onto his palm in response. "It looks like it likes you," Rook whispered. Dylan spread his palm around, coating Rook's member with the natural lubrication. His hands kept exploring, traversing the entirety of the dragon's length. It was interesting to say the least. Rook's cock felt soft in his hands, yet at the same time firm and smooth. The dragon's scales felt slick due to the gooey precum, and it allowed Dylan's hands to just simply glide over the plate like scales that adorned the base of the dragon's cock. Dylan gently took hold of Rook's balls. He tugged and squeezed at them, earning him a lustful growl from the dragon.
"You're a big tease, you know that?"
Dylan smiled as another blob of pre squirted out of Rook's cock. The dragon must have been really suffering from blue balls if he was releasing this much precum.That, or the dragon was just one messy person. Either way, Dylan enjoyed it, and decided he wanted to taste it in his mouth. Lowering his head, he stuck his tongue out to tenderly lick the dragon's tip. Rook responded by taking a sharp breath.
"Fuckkk..."
Even though it was a taste Dylan was quite familiar with now, it still surprised him at how well the balance of savory and salty were met. The tinge of sweetness really brought it all together, and the fox was unable to help himself in wanting to get more. He started it off slow, wanting to build a good rhythm as foundation. Dylan swirled his tongue around, covering the entirety of the dragon's swollen tip. Rook muttered under his breath, trying to keep himself mum as the fox had his way with him. Dylan continued, eventually opening his mouth to welcome the dragon's cock inside. The dragon firmly tapped the floor with his hand, straining to control himself.
"I can't fucking believe I held off for this long!"
Rook began to instinctively thrust, pushing his hips forward. His upper body braced against the divider, and his lower half collided with Dylan's mouth.The dragon's balls were so low-riding that they actually smacked against the fox's lower jaw. Dylan was taken aback by the sudden development, but nonetheless welcomed it. Over the weeks he'd been serving as the mouth of the gloryhole, he had grown a fondness for being fucked in the mouth. Whether it was a kink that was always inside him, or something that he just grew to love over time, he couldn't tell. The fox just enjoyed the sensations, even more so now when he was taking the biggest cock he has had yet. It actually gave him trouble at first, the first few inches were already knocking at the back of his throat. But after taking a moment to gather his composure, he pushed on.
"You're a better cocksucker than my girlfriend..."
Dylan felt his chest swell with pride. That was a compliment he was now used to receiving, and he was more than happy to keep hearing it. Inch after inch disappeared down his throat, and it strained the fox to keep going. Rook was genuinely giving him a challenge! But Dylan wasn't one to back down. He had this cock all to himself, and he was going to get the most out of it. All the while the dragon was lost to the sensations. His hips moved of their own accord, humping back and forth. To him, Dylan's throat felt like a dream. Casey could suck cock yes, but this mouth was something else entirely. For starters, it seemed that this mouth didn't have a gag reflex.
Eventually Rook's breathing began to quicken, and already Dylan could feel the dragon's cock throb achingly in his mouth. The fox used this as a sign to double his efforts. He sucked like his entire life depended on it. With little to no warning, the dragon groaned, his cock stiffening before unleashing a torrent of white hot cum. Dylan opened his mouth to receive it all, and before he knew it, he was getting more than he could handle! The first blast was enormous, the sheer volume of it taking him aback. By the time he was able to swallow it all, a second helping soon arrived. The fox desperately tried to drink it all down, but the amount of it was too much. Like a dam being broken wide open, the force of Rook's ejaculation was strong. It shot straight at Dylan, painting his face pure white. The excess dripped onto his clothes, soaking it entirely. By the end of it, Dylan's shirt and jeans were stained and smelled distinctly of the dragon's cum. Even his fur was matted because of it.
Saying that Rook just made a mess was an understatement!
The dragon at the other side was breathing heavily, clearly spent. The pain in his balls was finally gone, and the dragon let out a sigh of relief. A few seconds passed before Rook ultimately broke the silence between them. "That was so fucking worth it." He then pulled back, his cock dripping excess cum onto the white tiled floor. "Holy shit..." he muttered, lightly laughing to himself. "I guess Chris wasn't lying when he said you give amazing blowjobs..." Dylan on the other hand was painstakingly trying to clean the cum that was dripping from his clothes. He grabbed the toilet paper next to him and began to wipe feverishly.
"Listen, uh, thanks," Rook said, zipping up the fly of his pants. "You've got some serious skills!" He then passed Dylan the crisp dollar bill he got earlier from Noel. The fox took it and then noticed that something was scribbled at the side. He squinted his eyes and realized what it was. It was a phone number!
"Hit me up sometime, alright?"
On that note, the dragon then left, making a beeline towards the door and leaving the fox all by his lonesome. Dylan glanced at the dollar bill again, before ultimately pocketing it. He let out a disappointed sigh. He would have seriously entertained the notion of hooking up with Rook, but he had to face it: he wasn't exactly his type. For one thing, Rook already had a girlfriend, and while blowjobs in a seedy stall was one thing, Dylan wasn't keen on being reckless enough to interfere with others' relationships. The second was that Rook was straight. Sure, he just gave him a blowjob under the pretense that Rook thought he was a girl, but the fox wasn't even sure how well the guy would react to the idea that he'd just been blown by a man.
Either way, that was an experience Dylan would remember for the rest of his life.
The fox sighed, taking a glance at his phone to see the time. It was already 17:00. Thankfully the campus would have been winding down by that point and majority of the students would have left already. His trek back to the dormitory would be a quick one, and he wasn't in danger of being seen with cum on his clothes, or smelling faintly of it. Dylan stood up and unlocked the stall. He was about to make a beeline towards the exit, when the door gently opened. The fox froze in place, eyes wide open like a deer caught in headlights.
"So," the fellow said, "it's nice to finally meet the mouth inside the fifth stall."
Dylan broke into a cold sweat. Standing by the door was none other than one of the groundskeepers, a brown bear. "I...don't know what you're talking about."
The bear frowned. "Really?" he asked. "I can see the cum stains on your shirt and I can smell you all the way here."
Dylan snorted. "Well, I..." Words failed him for a moment as he looked back at the bear, trying to gauge his expression but unable to fathom that poker face. "So..." he awkwardly shifted his footing. "Am I in trouble?"
The groundskeeper smirked. "You are."
Dylan felt his heart sink. Was this it? Was this the end of his story? His mind flashed with an image of being expelled from Dracana University, a first year student with a disciplinary record for inappropriate conduct on campus. He had known the risks attached to what he was doing. Maybe that was why he kept doing it. The taboo was what made it thrilling. The extra side cash he earned was just a bonus.
The bear's expression then shifted. "Or rather you might be." Dylan's ears perked up. The bear continued, saying, "the only reason I'm here is because our head counselor caught wind about the rumor of the fifth stall. Obviously, the administration doesn't want that kind of thing soiling the university's reputation. They asked us, the groundskeepers, to try and find who this individual is, if he were even to exist, and have him properly reprimanded." The bear smiled at him. "In short, you suck cock so damn well that even the higher ups want to know if you're real or not."
Dylan's let out an awkward chuckle. "T-thank you?"
"Don't thank me just yet, young man. You're still not out of the woods." The bear then leaned against the door. "The thing is, I don't know who you are, and you don't know who I am. Maybe we can help each other."
Dylan's brow rose. "I'm listening."
"I came into this bathroom because I wanted to patch that hole I saw in the fifth stall earlier this morning. It just so happened that I ran into you this afternoon." The bear then looked at Dylan. "I want you to convince me that I didn't see you at all."
The fox's eyes returned the glance. "And how should I do that?"
The groundskeeper shrugged less than innocently. "You tell me. I heard you were good with your mouth. Don't tell me you're going to keep using it to try talking your way out of this?"
Dylan smiled slyly. "No, I think I have a better idea."
The bear then began to fiddle with the belt buckle of his pants. Dylan placed his backpack onto the side and walked over to him. He knelt on the floor and helped the bear remove the article of clothing. A few seconds later, Dylan pulled down, revealing that the bear was wearing white briefs. The notably large package caught his attention, and it twitched in response to his curious gaze. "Oh?" the bear spoke, unconvincingly feigning ignorance. "Whatever could you have in mind?"
"I don't know," Dylan replied, going along with him. "I'll have to see what I'm working with first." He then inserted a finger onto the hem of the bear's underwear. The two shared a telling look with one another before Dylan pulled down. It was a bit of a struggle, the bear's cock got in the way, but eventually Dylan got to see the goods.
"So, still think you can convince me?"
Dylan struggled to hide the look of thirst that was evident in his eyes. "I'll try and work my magic," he responded, licking his lips in anticipation.
The bear was the proud owner of a thick one. If Rook earlier was as straight as a tower, then the grounds keeper was as thick as a beer keg. What he lacked in length made it up in how girthy he was. To test it, Dylan formed an "O" with his thumb and index finger: to his shock, the two could barely reach each other, and that was just the tip! The base itself was larger and had a wider circumference. Two furry balls hung below the now stiffening cock, looking like two oversized oranges. A tuft of fur between them completed the entire package.
For all intents and purposes, the bear was packing serious heat.
Not willing to waste any more time, the fox started the best way he knew how. He reached outwards, pulling back on the bear's cock. Pre dribbled out of the tip, and he stuck his tongue out to get a taste of it. Sweet, bitter, yet tangy, and a hint of sweat; it was the same taste as earlier yet electrifying as always. The bear leaned back on the wall, letting the fox work him over. He watched as Dylan worked his magic. He started at the tip, circling his tongue on the meaty head, before tracing the entirety of his length and stopping at the base.
"Shiiiiitt..." The bear struggled to stifle a moan. "You really are a bonafide cocksucker."
Dylan took the compliment to heart, bumping his nose at the base of the bear's crotch. The fox reached outwards, gently fondling the balls that hung beneath the meaty stick. He tugged, squeezed, and played with them, relishing the fact that he had all this to himself. Hearing the bear's moans was like music to his ears. Dylan then ultimately lowered himself, getting his mouth into position to suckle on the bear's furry balls. The bear could barely hold himself back, lowering his hand to pat Dylan on the head.
"Fucking hell..."
The fox went to town, using his free hand to work out the stiff cock and using his mouth to play with the lovely dangling balls underneath. But that was just foreplay. Eventually, Dylan went to the main event. His mouth hovered lustfully in front of the stiff pecker, his hot breath tickling the soft skin. Dripping pre copiously, it throbbed painfully at his face. The fox opened his mouth and dove right in.
A fist collided with the back wall as the bear struggled to maintain his composure. He bit his lip, watching with vested interest as Dylan took inch after inch of his fat cock. It spread the student's jaw wide open, and it looked like he was stuffing an oversized hotdog into his mouth. "That's...a good...look for you..." he cheekily responded, trying to speak in between heated breaths.
Dylan was focused however. He was going to blow this bear's mind out of this world. He started off slow, trying to get his mouth accustomed to the fat size. After the got his bearings, he built up pace. Slow and steady, the bear's cock disappeared further and further down his throat until Dylan evidently got it all down. He then eased back out, stopping barely at the tip before starting it all over again. A cycle soon emerged. The sound of cock slipping in and out of his mouth echoed across the room. The bear's hips were moving in sync to the rhythm, and eventually took control of the pace.
The bear lowered his hands and held Dylan's head in place. He then proceeded to face fuck Dylan, and the fox couldn't be anymore happier.
"Fucking hell...!"
The bear spoke through gritted teeth. This was better than anything he had ever imagined. He was approaching his limit fast, and he wasn't sure how long he could hold it. Dylan hung on for dear life. It was a struggle to breathe, but he persevered. He waited patiently for the fireworks to soon follow. With a loud growl, the bear went full balls deep. Dylan was thrust face first into the bear's crotch, held in place by the large arms that didn't want him to move. The bear's cock throbbed in his mouth, before ejaculating large volumes of cum straight into him. Dylan thought he saw stars briefly. The sheer volume of cum spilled through the sides, leaking down and once again staining his shirt. By the end of it, he was hacking and coughing, cum dripping from his mouth. He swore he could even feel it maybe dripping from his nose.
"Holy fucking shit..." the bear said, breathing heavily. His cock was at the tail end of his ejaculation, dribbling the last bits of pre onto the white tiled floor. "Fuckkkk..." The bear then slid down, his legs giving way.
The two of them took a cool minute or so to regain their composure. Dylan was lazily wiping his mouth, and the bear was trying to catch his breath. Neither spoke as it was unneeded. It was only minutes later when the bear was the first to break the silence.
"Johnson."
Dylan looked at the bear who was smiling at him. "Huh?"
"It's Johnson," the bear repeated. "The name's Johnson. You?"
The fox cocked his head to the side. "Why are you telling me your name? I thought we both wanted to be strangers."
"Well," the bear shrugged. "I figured you'd rather have a real name on your phone contacts rather than something stupid like Cocks McGee."
Dylan blinked, before letting out a hearty laugh. "So it's a deal then? I'm not in trouble?"
Johnson licked his lips. "On the condition that you give me your name and number."
The fox playfully thought for a moment then answered. "Sure. It's Dylan."
**Author's Notes:
Hey guys.
I've been feeling creative as of late, which is why I decided to hammer this one out. This originally started out as a Writing Blitz project, but eventually ballooned into something bigger because when I asked around, peopel said it was too short.
It was honestly a challenge for me because all I had to go through were nothing but oral sex scenes, and you can only write about blowjobs for so long until it gets tedious.
All things considered, I think it came out pretty well.**