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Gabriel weaved through a swarm of high schoolers, gliding through the bustling hallway with purpose. He wiped sweat off his forehead. The excess warmth from all the bodies, plus the late summer air heated the building like a furnace. He broke from the crowd into an open hallway which led into another offshoot. This corridor was much emptier. The cacophony from the crowd echoed throughout the building, but at least Gabriel could hear himself think now.

He found his destination quickly. It was a blue door at the end of the hall. He'd walked past it almost every day for the last three years, knowing he'd incur the wrath of dozens of seniors if he dared to enter their sacred space. Underclassmen were strictly forbidden from the senior bathroom; an unwritten rule that the seniors maintained with a strict authority. Gabriel tugged open the heavy metal door, feeling a woosh of air rush past him. The doberman entered the spacious room and was assaulted by the distinct smell of disinfectant spray and bleach that surely overlaid every surface in the room.

He'd known about the concept of the senior bathroom since he was a freshman. Gabriel had naively gone in, just for a quick piss at the beginning of the school year. A day later, his brand new locker was stuffed full of soaking wet fish, probably from the supermarket. A senior boy admitted to the crime and was suspended for a month, but Gabriel doubted the boy did it all by himself. He heard plenty of similar stories from his underclassmen friends. Whipped cream in backpacks, live insects in lockers, and even a couple instances of keyed cars. It was much easier to just avoid the senior's treasured bathroom altogether rather than anger a quarter of the student body. The doberman rarely thought of the bathroom again until last year. In hushed tones during homeroom, Gabriel's friend had told him about a secret the bathroom held. According to his friend, there was a gloryhole in the wall of one of the stalls..

Gabriel entered the short walkway to find a massive bathroom with several urinals and stalls across from a line of sinks. Floor to ceiling walls surrounded each stall, making for a comfortable environment. Fluorescent white lights shone off polished stone floors and stainless steel doors. Most notably, it was clean. Surely it wouldn't last long, considering how gross Gabriel's classmates were, but for now it was a peace from the grimy underclassman bathrooms. Gabriel began his investigation. He took his time, knowing that since the period had just started, there likely wouldn't be any visitors for a while. He opened the first stall. Nothing. Same with the second. He checked each stall in turn until…

In the wall dividing the second-to-last and last stall, an irregularly cut hole connected the stalls at waist level. Or mouth level if the doberman was on his knees. The hole exposed that the walls were made of cork underneath a coat of paint. Although the edges of the hole were somewhat jagged, the cork wood's rough edge wasn't rough enough to hurt. The doberman ran his fingers along the rim of the tennis ball sized hole. Gabriel's heart raced at the discovery. The doberman sent a silent thank you to his old friend for letting him in on the secret.

The bathroom door slammed open, shaking the entire room. Gabriel hurriedly tucked himself the rest of the way into the stall. Footsteps echoed against the walls, making it impossible to tell how many people there were. The occupants made themselves known quickly.

“Holy fuck, no way! It's huge!" shouted Kyle goddamned Bradbury; Gabriel's worst fears made manifest. Kyle was an eighteen year old pit bull who seemed obsessed with proving every stereotype about pit bulls true. He was a meathead, and his exercise regime made him absolutely massive. He used those muscles to his advantage, pushing and shoving and intimidating anyone in his way. Most often, his unchecked aggression targeted Gabriel.

“Goddamn it." the doberman muttered under his breath, hearing his foes' distinctly deep voice. He still remembered when it dropped several years ago. Kyle had beat up some kid who had the nerve to joke about it. The sound of the pit bull's voice was followed by the hustle and bustle of him and at least two other males unzipping their pants and pissing in the urinals. Gabriel stayed in the stall, fearing the alternative would be the inside of a locker if Kyle and his enablers caught him in there. He silently cursed, remembering that he had a hole peering into his stall. The once silent bathroom now boomed with lively conversation and bursts of raucous laughter. Kyle's obnoxious voice boomed above it all.

“Did you see it?" asked one of the boys.

“See what?" asked Kyle.

“The gloryhole. I heard a rumor about it a couple years ago. Checked it out this morning, and it's legit."

“You're bullshitting me, man."

“I saw it too." Kyle's other friend insisted.

After a very long minute, the boys finished up. Of course, they didn't wash their hands, Gabriel noticed with pure disgust. Heavy footsteps approached the line of stalls. Gabriel tucked himself further back and crouched against the wall, trying to stay out of sight. The pit bull creaked each door open, one by one like the doberman had done before. Gabriel pressed his head back, trying to stay as still and silent as possible.

“Oh shit!" Kyle exclaimed with glee. He had reached the stall neighboring the doberman. Kyle traced his fingertips around the edge of the gloryhole, feeling the texture of the wood.

“C'mon man, we've gotta get to Econ. We're already late." Kyle's friend said.

“Don't wait up." Kyle said.

“Whatever. Hey, do you think Jessie knows about the gloryhole? I'd tap that." Kyle's friends continued their conversation on their way out, leaving Kyle and Gabriel alone in the bathroom. By the way Kyle hung around, he obviously wasn't worried about making it to his next class on time, if at all.

Gabriel's heart pounded in his chest. The pit bull tried the door. It was locked. Kyle rapped on the door, and then the wall separating the stalls.

“Yo, any chicks in here? Jessie? Christina?" Kyle shouted, banging harder on the wall. Gabriel rolled his eyes. Only an idiot straight guy would assume that a girl snuck her way into the boy's bathroom during morning classes to wait at the gloryhole. His low opinion of the pit bull dropped even lower. Yet, here he was, at the gloryhole. If Kyle hadn't dropped in, there was every chance the doberman would have stuck around to see if anything came through the hole. He shook his head clear of those thoughts. Right now, there was only one thing he cared about. Escape. He prayed Kyle would walk back out the door.

No such luck. Kyle shuffled around, likely trying to peer inside the hole to see who was inside. The doberman's legs ached from crouching in the corner. He shifted his position, rocking back and forth. It did nothing to alleviate the charlie horse building in his leg. Gabriel tried to stand, realizing only too late that his leg had grown partially numb. In his clumsy attempt to stand, he stumbled forward and managed to grab onto the rim of the gloryhole for balance. The doberman snapped his hand back like the hole had burnt him, hoping against hope that Kyle hadn't noticed his fingers appear through the hole.

There was a brief moment of silence on the other side of the wall. Then the unmistakable clink of a belt being released and a zipper being pulled open. Kyle shut his stall door, and locked it. Gabriel raced through the possible escape routes. In every single one, he ended up being caught and discovered. The best case scenario was Kyle spreading rumors about him being a faggot who waits in the bathroom all day to suck guys off. He was trapped. Trapped by the biggest idiot on the continent who somehow thought the person behind the wall was a girl.

The pit bull pushed his mostly limp dick through the hole. Even flaccid, it hung low. The dark red color contrasted against his white pubes. He plopped his plump balls through next, letting them hang over the gloryhole rim. Gabriel couldn't believe his eyes. Even with the pit bull's penis only feet away from his face, he couldn't believe Kyle Bradbury could be this goddamn moronic. Being locked in the same stall as it, Gabriel couldn't help but fixate on the potent scent that suddenly filled the confined space. Kyle's virility filled his lungs, making the dobie's cock involuntarily throb. Maybe there was a way out of this. The dobie swallowed his disgust, reaching out to grab his bully's cock. He touched the shaft in front of him. It was hot, and damp. The pit bull and his friends had probably come straight from gym, judging by the sticky layer of sweat. It wasn't altogether… Bad. Fully aware that he was acting just as stupid as Kyle, Gabriel kneeled down in front of the pit bull's length.

“Hurry up. It don't bite." Kyle ordered. Gabriel's touch grew more certain. One paw wrapped around the shaft while the other grasped the pit bull's balls. The shaft thickened in the dobie's hand. He went slow, jacking it up and down in a similar motion he did his own.

“Stroke it like you mean it. Pay attention to the knot too." said the pit bull. Almost in a trance, the dobie did exactly as his bully told him too. He watched the dick skin move back and forth under his hand. Every stroke coaxed out droplets of precum from the tip. The shaft dipped down, unable to hold it's own weight. It pointed at the ground once fully erect.

“Suck it, bitch. I'm skipping class for this." Kyle grunted. Probably with a sneer. No wonder most girls wouldn't talk to him. The pit bull pushed his hips fully against the wall, leaving no space for Gabriel to look out past the edges into the other male's stall. The doberman breathed deeply, once again letting Kyle's musk enter his chest. He remembered the scent from his PE class with Kyle last year. The sweaty smell had made him gag. Especially when Kyle had shoved the dobie's face in his rank pit bull pits as his friends held Gabriel down. Gabriel shuddered at the memory. Now his nose twitched inches from the pit bull's after gym cock. And it smelled like bliss.

He clasped his hands around the pit bull's cock and guided it up and into his mouth. Gabriel wrapped his tongue around Kyle, eliciting a pleased grunt from the pit bull as he swallowed the red tip halfway down his throat. It was as salty as it looked, with the smallest drop of piss on the tip. His better judgment left him as he hungrily devoured that length further and further, cleaning it with his tongue. It was raw, and tasted like Kyle smelled. He'd practiced on his dildos at home. Compared to Kyle's thick rod, they were cold and hard. The fake plastic penises would never bring Gabriel the same pleasure they once had after this.

Shivers ran down Gabriel's spine down to the doberman's penis. It felt much more sensitive, and left a puddle of precum in his underwear. The dobie was able to engulf Kyle's entire eight inch length in his gullet up to the knot. Kyle encouraged and berated in equal measure. Every “suck it" and “fuck yeah" was punctuated by a “bitch" or “slut". Gabriel had to stop himself from wagging when Kyle threw in a “Good girl". The dobie's lips tugged gently over the other dog's meat. Several drops of precum squirted into Gabriel's muzzle. The dobie suppressed a whine. He cradled his tongue on the underside of Kyle's shaft, letting him slide against its textured surface on the way to his throat. Kyle grumbled in rare approval. The musky shaft tasted like pure heaven. Gabriel couldn't believe it belonged to his bully, the same boy who had tortured him since middle school. Before, this heavy scent made the dobie's bile rise in his stomach. Now, he gulped it up like he needed it to live. He reached a hand into his own pants without skipping a beat.

Kyle moaned unabashedly now as Gabriel softly sucked his cock. The dobie bobbed his head up and down faster and gripped the thick base behind the veiny knot. Precum spurted on his tongue every time he squeezed. Gabriel pressed upwards with his tongue on the beet red knot, teasing Kyle with the idea of a tie. Gabriel tried and failed to pop the pit bull's engorged knot past his lips, but Kyle didn't seem bothered by it. The pit bull must've liked the sloppy amateur oral work the dobie gave him. While Gabriel played with his own erect doberman cock in one hand, his other hand wandered to Kyle's low hangers. No wonder the stupid dog acted like an asshole all the time. He probably had the biggest balls in the entire school. They were carpeted in fur and they flexed and shifted under Gabriel's grasp. He couldn't hold them both in one hand. Warm, wet heat spurted down Gabriel's throat as the pit bull leaked that delicious precum. The dobie swallowed greedily.

“That's it… Take it, fucking slut." Kyle said. Gabriel's grip tightened and he pushed the other canine's manhood as deep as it would go in his throat. He allowed himself breaths between strokes, needing air only half as bad as he needed the essence of the pit bull. Kyle's breathing grew erratic and his words faded into unintelligible moans. The dobie quieted thoughts of what would happen next. The knowledge that his long time bully, his tormentor, would be the first to claim him, even if just by mouth. And Kyle would never know better.

Every taste, every whiff of Kyle drove Gabriel wild as the cock tip stabbed at his uvula. He found himself thrusting into his own paw, and then cumming thick spurts into his underwear, making a mess of salty cum. The pit bull's powerful pheromones masked the faint smell of Gabriel's cum in the air. Gabriel didn't want it to stop. He wanted to taste the other male forever. All his reservations had disappeared without a trace.

Kyle lurched violently, instinctively slamming his hips into the wall. Profanity spewed from his mouth as he reached his climax. A deep guttural moan arose from above as that cock erupted into Gabriel's mouth. In a mixture of disgust and arousal, Gabriel sucked the first shots of cum into his stomach. Potent pit bull seed sprayed the back of the dobie's throat and coated his tongue. He sealed his lips around the pulsing dick and continued rocking his head back and forth, harder and faster. All the while he worked his tongue against the sensitive skin, coaxing out every drop from Kyle's body. He drank it down well, letting his bully's orgasm drain into his belly. The pair of pittie balls contracted like they were trying to retreat.

The dobie held on until well after the pit bull's orgasm had subsided, being sure to nurse every drop from his bully. He pulled off, letting the veiny shaft flop from his muzzle. The pitbull shuddered, probably sensitive after his orgasm.

“Fuck." Kyle grunted simply. He banged on the wall with his fist. Gabriel hid once more in the corner, gasping for oxygen. From the shallow breathing in the other stall, Kyle must have been equally wiped. Despite that, he pulled his dripping cock back and redressed. Then he went back outside Gabriel's door.

“Now I've gotta know who's in there. Best goddamn blowjob of my life. Sophie? You in there? Always thought you were a cock whore. Open the door and you might get more of this dick." the pit bull said, rattling the door. Gabriel froze. Reality set in. He had just given his bully a blowjob to completion. Hell, he still had the canine's thick cum dripping down the side of his mouth. And now the pit bull was about to storm in. God only knows what the stupid mutt would do next. Kyle tested the door's hinges one more time, but they stood up against his assault. The pit bull stopped. He chuckled. He went back inside the neighboring stall. Before the dobie could react, Kyle stuck his phone through the hole and snapped a photo of Gabriel, backed into a corner like a wild animal. There was a moment of silence as Kyle looked at the picture.

“What the fuck." Kyle whispered almost inaudibly. The pit bull left the stall without another word. The footsteps hesitated at the bathroom door. Then they left.

Gabriel punched the wall in frustration, and pulled himself together to go hide in the library the rest of the day.