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Learns About Glory\n\n\nStars twinkled above Wes as he strolled through the park with the audiobook for The Wizard’s War playing on his phone. In this blissful moment he wasn’t in Oakhurst with its bullies, for now he was in the Kingdom of Navish where you could study magic, fight off hordes of goblins, or involve yourself in courtly drama. Though he’d probably be mostly studying magic, he didn’t really enjoy drama like some of the kids at school and if he had the guts to fight off anything then he wouldn’t be here after dark in order to avoid Justin and his gang of jerks.\n\n\nUsually being a bear cub came with certain perks like a larger than average stature and the strength to rival a cartoon hero like his father had. Unfortunately, that isn’t how things turned out for Wes. He was six months shy of his twelfth birthday and was still under four feet tall. He had slim arms that struggled to carry his textbooks, a shapely lower body you’d expect to see on a girl, and poor eyesight that required him to wear big round glasses. Basically the perfect victim for any aspiring bullies.\n\n\nIn order to continue enjoying his neighborhood park without getting shoved around he came after the sun set, thinking that his bullies would be at home, and walked in the field beyond the playground. Maybe the exercise would also stop his butt from jiggling so much. Most of the time this plan worked but he hadn’t accounted for the recent popularity of Furmon Go and Wes now found himself in the middle of an open field while his bullies entered the park from the only exit. The young bear looked around as his pulse quickened, he had to act before the panic set in. It was his only chance to escape without fresh bruises. \n\n\nThe park had a playground near the entrance that the other boys were approaching which was keeping Wes out of sight at the moment. Beyond that was the field he was currently standing in with no place to hide. He could make a run for the sparse tree cover that bordered the park along the fence line but there was no way he could make it there in time. Within sprinting distance was the squat brick building behind him that housed a small storage area for a few pieces of sports equipment and the restrooms that he couldn’t remember anyone ever using. \n\n\n“Hey! Let’s check the field. Bet it’s got some good stuff.” The nasal voice of Justin rang out loud and clear. Wes felt a cold sweat drip down his back as he expected the next words he’d hear would be, “Look it’s Fatass! Let’s see if he can fit in the trashcan.” \n\n\nWes was out of time and took the only option available, he sprinted for the bathrooms as fast as his little legs could carry him. He barreled through the door into the cold fluorescent light of the men’s room and found… it wasn’t nearly as gross as he’d imagined it. The white tile covering the walls was dingy with age but not covered in filth. The fixtures were similarly old but serviceable except for the hand dryer that had an out of order sign taped to it. Wes entered the stall furthest from the door and sat on the toilet seat to catch his breath. \n\n\nHe checked his phone and decided he’d wait an hour then check to see if Justin and his gang were gone. If not, he just might have to try climbing the fence to get home before his dad. He set an alarm on his phone and returned to his audiobook. Instead of stargazing, now all he had to look at was ceiling tiles and the stall walls. There were a number of graffiti tags and curse words as well as some crude drawings that made him giggle. The most puzzling one was a few roughly drawn characters with an arrow pointing to a circular hole that seemed to lead outside judging by the slight breeze that came from it. \n\n\nHe stared at it, his brows knitting together as he attempted to discern what the crude shapes could be, it seemed like someone had tried to draw emojis instead of just writing the intended message. What he’d first thought was a malformed rabbit could be a hand holding up two fingers in a peace sign and he knew the lopsided oval was an eggplant only because someone had actually colored it in.\n\n\n“Peace sign 4 eggplant?” He read the message aloud and was even more confused. He thought what else those symbols could represent and shook his head. He knew what the eggplant could be but that didn’t make sense. He gave it a few minutes before he decided to see if the internet had an answer. He didn’t get anything on the message itself but a search about a mysterious hole in the bathroom wall gave a whole lot more than he could have imagined. \n\n\nHe lowered his phone and looked at the dark hole again with wide eyed disbelief. There was no way something like that would be in his little neighborhood park right? He could feel his heart beating faster at the prospect of uncovering a dark secret. It may have been his nerves playing tricks on him but he didn’t think he felt the breeze blowing through the hole anymore. Wes felt his hackles raise as he stared at the dark circle and licked his dry lips. He raised his hand and extended two fingers. They felt the rim of the circle and it was smooth, as if someone had sanded away any rough edges. He could swear he felt a heat coming from beyond the hole now and all he’d have to do was push his fingers out and…\n\n\nHis alarm went off in his ear, he yelped, and nearly tumbled to the floor. He took off out of the bathroom and across the field in a dead sprint. If Justin and his friends were still there Wes didn’t hear them and they didn’t run him down before he made it home. He paced around his room as his breathing slowed back to normal. He looked at his hand as if it had betrayed him and shook the memory off. Even if he had put his fingers through nothing would have happened. He’d gotten himself worked up because he was so shocked about what he’d seen. It wasn’t actually a glory hole. \n\n\nThe next three weeks were dedicated to research and led to several discoveries about himself and what he’d found in the park bathroom. It started with some of the interesting results his original online search had brought up. There were pages of supposed real world erotic experiences which were an interesting read and provided new leads for investigation including the existence of an application one could use to schedule anonymous hook ups. It was on that app that he discovered the park bathroom was a place people regularly used. He learned how people used a random hole in the wall for sex acts through a few of what had to be countless hours of videos people had uploaded. After a few nights of watching videos in the privacy of his locked room with the volume low did he realize that he liked the ones featuring men more.\n\n\nThe next stage of his research had him risk going to the park in the light of day where he explored the backside of the bathroom building. Surprisingly there was nothing there except an old bucket and sheet of black garden fabric attached to the wall. Upon closer inspection the area did seem to be curiously free of weeds or trash as if someone kept the place clean. The bucket only looked old but was solid and placed close to the fabric sheet. When he lifted up the fabric he could see the hole with another short message that read, “3 knocks.” That must be how someone outside signalled the person in the stall without speaking. \n\n\nThe next logical decision was to find himself a little hiding spot in the bushes by the nearest tree with a view of the bathroom entrance and path behind the building. He then spent the next several nights watching the building at night with his favorite blue notebook to keep track of how many people came to use the facilities. Now this idea was exciting at first and when he saw people come and go it was fun imagining what they were doing and who they really were, but it was mostly very boring with lots of sitting around and waiting. He was able to discover that people would make a post on the Snuffles app to schedule a time, somebody would enter the bathroom around that time, then guys would wander around the outskirts of the park to the back of the building and leave after a few minutes. \n\n\nThen one night after he’d hidden his notebook under his mattress he sat on his bed and asked himself what he was really doing this for. It felt fun to discover this secret and it was exciting to play detective when it wasn’t incredibly boring sitting in bushes getting bitten by ants. He could go on counting how many people showed up but if he wanted more information about them then the only real option to get closer would be to use the glory hole. But which side?\n \nThat Friday night Wes entered the last stall in the Oakhurst Park bathroom and locked the door. He set down his My Hero School backpack with his supplies for the night; a bottle of water, a few snacks, some wet wipes, his blue notebook, a pencil, and a ruler. His leg bounced with excitement as he checked the Snuffles app on his phone, ready for any noise from beyond that might indicate the first visitor.\n\n\nThere was a crunch of leaves outside and Wes sat up straight and leaned toward the hole in the wall. Was someone there already? He swallowed around the lump in his throat and lifted his trembling hand to push two fuzzy fingers through the hole. There was a long moment of silence then the soft shuffle of clothing, a quick zip, and Wes beamed as a pointed red tip passed into the light. It was clearly canine, he measured it at nearly six inches long, and it glistened. Wes was clearly not the only one excited to be here tonight. The cub pushed his glasses up his nose and licked his lips. He’d been thinking about this since he’d discovered the hole and now there was no backing down.\n\n\nHe reached up and the pads of his fingers touched near the base where he knew the knot would form. It pulsed with life as his fingers traced up the shaft to the tip and a drop of clear fluid leaked out onto his fingers. He tested the slickness by rubbing his fingers together then brought his fingers to his mouth and gave them an experimental lick. It was a bit salty but not too bad. Should he add taste to the notes? Feeling more confident, he took hold of the canine cock and stroked the length in a loose grip. As more of the slick precum coated his hand, he was able to slide his fist along with ease. Wes heard a muffled groan from the other side of the wall and the cub’s heart skipped a beat. It felt nice knowing that he was doing a good job.\n\n\nHe pumped his hand faster and tightened his grip, a recommendation from one of his videos, and the cub grinned to see how much more slick was produced. The wet schlick, the musty scent that wafted to his sensitive nose as the man thrust into his fist, and the swelling of the knot had him so enthralled that he didn’t recognize the rapid throbbing against his palm for what it was. The clear fluid at the tip went cloudy for a moment and in the next a stream of hot white shot straight at his face. Wes flinched back but he could feel the warm line cut a diagonal across his face from the top of his forehead, across his lips, and all the way to his jaw. A second line would have hit him in the eye if not for his glasses and a third soiled his blue shirt. The man continued to thrust into his now still hand and the rest of the load oozed out onto the floor before he pulled his dick back out of the hole. There was a brief rustle of clothes and he was gone. \n\n\nWes sat there in shock, staring at his cum soaked hand through cum coated glasses as cum settled into the fur on his face. He could even feel it on his lips and the thick scent of it filled his nose. It had all happened so fast that it hardly registered but he’d just jerked a stranger off and let him cum on his face. His heart thumped hard in his ears and something primal in him said he should poke his tongue out for a taste. It was even saltier than the previous stuff and he felt the heat rise in his face because he liked it. He swiped the rest off his lips and moaned when he eagerly licked his fingers clean. Every time he swallowed it felt like a jolt of lightning shot through him only to concentrate and build in his groin. He’d never felt so warm and tingly in his life, not even when he played with himself while he’d been researching. He stuck his soiled shirt into his mouth and groaned as he stared at the hole. He wanted more now but nobody responded when he stuck his fingers through the hole again. \n\n\nHe sat back in a huff of frustrated arousal and, as if it had a mind of its own, his hand wandered down his fuzzy tummy to paw at the small tent he’d made in his shorts. He stretched the elastic waistband down below his small balls and pinched his sheath around the hardness of his slender prick and stroked himself. He whimpered with need but went slowly so he could prolong the warm tingling of his arousal and found that the lingering taste in his mouth and the excitement of his recent actions meant he had to pause often to stop himself from climaxing too soon. He watched the way his dick twitched when it was on the edge and noted that it’d be worth remembering that sign for his next visitor. \n\n\nIt was hard to tell how long he edged himself like that before the cub heard three soft thumps on the wall and sat up with a grin. He signalled the stranger outside and watched the dark circle with a giddy grin. A flared flat head emerged from the darkness, the skin was so dark that it looked as if the night outside was pressing into the stall with him. He nearly thought the shaft was neverending if he hadn’t seen the medial ring. Still he had to lean to the side to let this equine stud finish inserting himself then measure the rod at a whopping eighteen inches. \n\n\n“Wow…” Wes whispered softly, his breath made the massive meat throb and it was a marvel to watch. With so much cock to please he had to use both hands to stroke from the base up to the flared tip and couldn’t get his fingers to wrap all the way around it. A few experimental passes told him that teasing the raised ring in the middle made the stud throb. Maybe he should note sensitive spots too. A few more strokes and a bead of precum formed in the middle of the flare and Wes’ body moved on instinct to lick the tip clean. That first taste of dick sent a shudder through his small body and made his still exposed dick squirt. \n\n\nIt tasted different than the last guy, slightly sweeter, and there was a surge of warmth so potent that it made his mind feel fuzzy. Wes felt short of breath and panted and his nose filled with a stronger scent than the last man. Something from school about pheromones poked at his brain but it was ignored so that he could focus on something more important. He whimpered and leaned in to lick over and again, he coated the head of that beautiful cock in saliva and savored the flavor of all the precum he was given. He kissed and suckled around the flared end and then along the shaft but always came back to lap up any of the nectar his pumping hands squeezed to the top. \n\n\nThough he’d tasted plenty of pre, the stud on the other side of the wall didn’t start moaning until Wes’ tongue teased the medial ring. When the cub heard that he made sure to cover the sensitive area with soft kisses and long hungry licks. The rod throbbed and bounced as the man outside groaned and when Wes returned to the head he had a feast waiting for him. Instead of licking, this time he opened his maw wide and sucked the whole flared tip into his mouth. The cub let out his own muffled moan and decided to just keep slurping while his hands moved faster over the saliva-slicked shaft. \n\n\n“Oh fuck! Just like that.” It was the first coherent words Wes heard from the other side of the wall and they were praising him! That made him swell with pride and a need to receive more. He moved his fingers rapidly over the ring and pushed his mouth further down the horse cock. His jaw was stretched to its limit but he managed to get a few more inches in before he gagged and had to pull off to breathe. \n\n\nThe cub’s eyes watered and he slid his hands all the way to the tip so he could spread the mess of drool he’d left there down the shaft. He wasn’t going to be thwarted so easily though and went back to sucking and found he was able to manage a shallow bob of his head and every time he pulled back his wriggling tongue was coated in delicious pre. He tried to take more of the rod every so often but was stopped with a gag every time. It was frustrating but the man outside didn’t seem to mind, in fact he seemed to throb harder when Wes had to pull away to gasp for air.\n\n\n“Get ready, baby~” The man said and Wes felt the frequency of the throbs increase and the shaft seemed to swell bigger. The cub groaned and popped the tip back into his mouth, his hands pumped rapidly and he slurped hard. There was a loud groan from outside and Wes’ cheeks puffed out as his mouth was filled. It was hot, thick and tasted sooo good. He swallowed as fast as he could but some of the precious liquid leaked from the corner of his mouth. His hands slowed but didn’t stop until his cheeks hollowed as he sucked hard for the last drop. He pulled off the flared tip with a loud wet pop and then took the time to diligently lick the entirety of the magnificent meat to make sure it was nice and clean. The man was patient and let Wes finish his work before he pulled himself free of the hole. \n\n\nWes wiped the cum from his chin and licked his fingers clean with a satisfied hum when, before he could even signal for it, the next dick pushed through the hole. He giggled at his good luck as he watched this much smaller member emerge. It was thin with a ring of fleshy bulbs around the head and was the shortest he’d encountered so far. It measured at just over four inches long. He gave the small bumps an experimental prod with his finger and found they had as much give as the rest of the stiff dick. If he remembered his health class correctly then this might belong to a feline of some kind. \n\n\nWith his hand still slick with cum and saliva he gave it a firm stroke and was pleased to hear, and feel, a rumbling purr of approval. He gave it a few more pumps and shifted closer to give the tip a suckle. Another new and intriguing flavor and this time he was sure he could fit the whole thing in his mouth!\n\n\nHe leaned forward and braced himself on the wall with his hands then guided the cock into his mouth with his tongue and slurped it down all the way to the base. The whole thing rested comfortably in his maw with room to swirl his tongue, before he could bob his head the person outside started to thrust. The cub was surprised at first but then settled in and let the other take charge. This close to the hole he could clearly hear the moans of pleasure and mumbled praises for him. Knowing that he had so thoroughly pleased these strangers gave Wes a surprising sense of accomplishment. He also felt incredibly aroused to be used for their enjoyment. \n\n\nSince his hands were free at the moment Wes took advantage and decided to stroke himself in time with the stranger’s thrusts. He made sure to swirl and flick his tongue around that barbed tip and never let up the steady suction he had going. Unlike the canine at the start of the night this fella moved fast and erratic. As if he was having trouble finding a steady rhythm. With his small size, maybe he was on the shorter side and thrusting while standing on the bucket out back made it difficult to keep his balance. It certainly didn’t lessen either of their enthusiasm. \n\n\nThe very vocal affirmations of this feline patron came to a crescendo and the thrusting stopped. 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Stars twinkled above Wes as he strolled through the park with the audiobook for The Wizard’s War playing on his phone. In this blissful moment he wasn’t in Oakhurst with its bullies, for now he was in the Kingdom of Navish where you could study magic, fight off hordes of goblins, or involve yourself in courtly drama. Though he’d probably be mostly studying magic, he didn’t really enjoy drama like some of the kids at school and if he had the guts to fight off anything then he wouldn’t be here after dark in order to avoid Justin and his gang of jerks.


Usually being a bear cub came with certain perks like a larger than average stature and the strength to rival a cartoon hero like his father had. Unfortunately, that isn’t how things turned out for Wes. He was six months shy of his twelfth birthday and was still under four feet tall. He had slim arms that struggled to carry his textbooks, a shapely lower body you’d expect to see on a girl, and poor eyesight that required him to wear big round glasses. Basically the perfect victim for any aspiring bullies.


In order to continue enjoying his neighborhood park without getting shoved around he came after the sun set, thinking that his bullies would be at home, and walked in the field beyond the playground. Maybe the exercise would also stop his butt from jiggling so much. Most of the time this plan worked but he hadn’t accounted for the recent popularity of Furmon Go and Wes now found himself in the middle of an open field while his bullies entered the park from the only exit. The young bear looked around as his pulse quickened, he had to act before the panic set in. It was his only chance to escape without fresh bruises.


The park had a playground near the entrance that the other boys were approaching which was keeping Wes out of sight at the moment. Beyond that was the field he was currently standing in with no place to hide. He could make a run for the sparse tree cover that bordered the park along the fence line but there was no way he could make it there in time. Within sprinting distance was the squat brick building behind him that housed a small storage area for a few pieces of sports equipment and the restrooms that he couldn’t remember anyone ever using.


“Hey! Let’s check the field. Bet it’s got some good stuff.” The nasal voice of Justin rang out loud and clear. Wes felt a cold sweat drip down his back as he expected the next words he’d hear would be, “Look it’s Fatass! Let’s see if he can fit in the trashcan.”


Wes was out of time and took the only option available, he sprinted for the bathrooms as fast as his little legs could carry him. He barreled through the door into the cold fluorescent light of the men’s room and found… it wasn’t nearly as gross as he’d imagined it. The white tile covering the walls was dingy with age but not covered in filth. The fixtures were similarly old but serviceable except for the hand dryer that had an out of order sign taped to it. Wes entered the stall furthest from the door and sat on the toilet seat to catch his breath.


He checked his phone and decided he’d wait an hour then check to see if Justin and his gang were gone. If not, he just might have to try climbing the fence to get home before his dad. He set an alarm on his phone and returned to his audiobook. Instead of stargazing, now all he had to look at was ceiling tiles and the stall walls. There were a number of graffiti tags and curse words as well as some crude drawings that made him giggle. The most puzzling one was a few roughly drawn characters with an arrow pointing to a circular hole that seemed to lead outside judging by the slight breeze that came from it.


He stared at it, his brows knitting together as he attempted to discern what the crude shapes could be, it seemed like someone had tried to draw emojis instead of just writing the intended message. What he’d first thought was a malformed rabbit could be a hand holding up two fingers in a peace sign and he knew the lopsided oval was an eggplant only because someone had actually colored it in.


“Peace sign 4 eggplant?” He read the message aloud and was even more confused. He thought what else those symbols could represent and shook his head. He knew what the eggplant could be but that didn’t make sense. He gave it a few minutes before he decided to see if the internet had an answer. He didn’t get anything on the message itself but a search about a mysterious hole in the bathroom wall gave a whole lot more than he could have imagined.


He lowered his phone and looked at the dark hole again with wide eyed disbelief. There was no way something like that would be in his little neighborhood park right? He could feel his heart beating faster at the prospect of uncovering a dark secret. It may have been his nerves playing tricks on him but he didn’t think he felt the breeze blowing through the hole anymore. Wes felt his hackles raise as he stared at the dark circle and licked his dry lips. He raised his hand and extended two fingers. They felt the rim of the circle and it was smooth, as if someone had sanded away any rough edges. He could swear he felt a heat coming from beyond the hole now and all he’d have to do was push his fingers out and…


His alarm went off in his ear, he yelped, and nearly tumbled to the floor. He took off out of the bathroom and across the field in a dead sprint. If Justin and his friends were still there Wes didn’t hear them and they didn’t run him down before he made it home. He paced around his room as his breathing slowed back to normal. He looked at his hand as if it had betrayed him and shook the memory off. Even if he had put his fingers through nothing would have happened. He’d gotten himself worked up because he was so shocked about what he’d seen. It wasn’t actually a glory hole.


The next three weeks were dedicated to research and led to several discoveries about himself and what he’d found in the park bathroom. It started with some of the interesting results his original online search had brought up. There were pages of supposed real world erotic experiences which were an interesting read and provided new leads for investigation including the existence of an application one could use to schedule anonymous hook ups. It was on that app that he discovered the park bathroom was a place people regularly used. He learned how people used a random hole in the wall for sex acts through a few of what had to be countless hours of videos people had uploaded. After a few nights of watching videos in the privacy of his locked room with the volume low did he realize that he liked the ones featuring men more.


The next stage of his research had him risk going to the park in the light of day where he explored the backside of the bathroom building. Surprisingly there was nothing there except an old bucket and sheet of black garden fabric attached to the wall. Upon closer inspection the area did seem to be curiously free of weeds or trash as if someone kept the place clean. The bucket only looked old but was solid and placed close to the fabric sheet. When he lifted up the fabric he could see the hole with another short message that read, “3 knocks.” That must be how someone outside signalled the person in the stall without speaking.


The next logical decision was to find himself a little hiding spot in the bushes by the nearest tree with a view of the bathroom entrance and path behind the building. He then spent the next several nights watching the building at night with his favorite blue notebook to keep track of how many people came to use the facilities. Now this idea was exciting at first and when he saw people come and go it was fun imagining what they were doing and who they really were, but it was mostly very boring with lots of sitting around and waiting. He was able to discover that people would make a post on the Snuffles app to schedule a time, somebody would enter the bathroom around that time, then guys would wander around the outskirts of the park to the back of the building and leave after a few minutes.


Then one night after he’d hidden his notebook under his mattress he sat on his bed and asked himself what he was really doing this for. It felt fun to discover this secret and it was exciting to play detective when it wasn’t incredibly boring sitting in bushes getting bitten by ants. He could go on counting how many people showed up but if he wanted more information about them then the only real option to get closer would be to use the glory hole. But which side?
        
That Friday night Wes entered the last stall in the Oakhurst Park bathroom and locked the door. He set down his My Hero School backpack with his supplies for the night; a bottle of water, a few snacks, some wet wipes, his blue notebook, a pencil, and a ruler. His leg bounced with excitement as he checked the Snuffles app on his phone, ready for any noise from beyond that might indicate the first visitor.


There was a crunch of leaves outside and Wes sat up straight and leaned toward the hole in the wall. Was someone there already? He swallowed around the lump in his throat and lifted his trembling hand to push two fuzzy fingers through the hole. There was a long moment of silence then the soft shuffle of clothing, a quick zip, and Wes beamed as a pointed red tip passed into the light. It was clearly canine, he measured it at nearly six inches long, and it glistened. Wes was clearly not the only one excited to be here tonight. The cub pushed his glasses up his nose and licked his lips. He’d been thinking about this since he’d discovered the hole and now there was no backing down.


He reached up and the pads of his fingers touched near the base where he knew the knot would form. It pulsed with life as his fingers traced up the shaft to the tip and a drop of clear fluid leaked out onto his fingers. He tested the slickness by rubbing his fingers together then brought his fingers to his mouth and gave them an experimental lick. It was a bit salty but not too bad. Should he add taste to the notes? Feeling more confident, he took hold of the canine cock and stroked the length in a loose grip. As more of the slick precum coated his hand, he was able to slide his fist along with ease. Wes heard a muffled groan from the other side of the wall and the cub’s heart skipped a beat. It felt nice knowing that he was doing a good job.


He pumped his hand faster and tightened his grip, a recommendation from one of his videos, and the cub grinned to see how much more slick was produced. The wet schlick, the musty scent that wafted to his sensitive nose as the man thrust into his fist, and the swelling of the knot had him so enthralled that he didn’t recognize the rapid throbbing against his palm for what it was. The clear fluid at the tip went cloudy for a moment and in the next a stream of hot white shot straight at his face. Wes flinched back but he could feel the warm line cut a diagonal across his face from the top of his forehead, across his lips, and all the way to his jaw. A second line would have hit him in the eye if not for his glasses and a third soiled his blue shirt. The man continued to thrust into his now still hand and the rest of the load oozed out onto the floor before he pulled his dick back out of the hole. There was a brief rustle of clothes and he was gone.


Wes sat there in shock, staring at his cum soaked hand through cum coated glasses as cum settled into the fur on his face. He could even feel it on his lips and the thick scent of it filled his nose. It had all happened so fast that it hardly registered but he’d just jerked a stranger off and let him cum on his face. His heart thumped hard in his ears and something primal in him said he should poke his tongue out for a taste. It was even saltier than the previous stuff and he felt the heat rise in his face because he liked it. He swiped the rest off his lips and moaned when he eagerly licked his fingers clean. Every time he swallowed it felt like a jolt of lightning shot through him only to concentrate and build in his groin. He’d never felt so warm and tingly in his life, not even when he played with himself while he’d been researching. He stuck his soiled shirt into his mouth and groaned as he stared at the hole. He wanted more now but nobody responded when he stuck his fingers through the hole again.


He sat back in a huff of frustrated arousal and, as if it had a mind of its own, his hand wandered down his fuzzy tummy to paw at the small tent he’d made in his shorts. He stretched the elastic waistband down below his small balls and pinched his sheath around the hardness of his slender prick and stroked himself. He whimpered with need but went slowly so he could prolong the warm tingling of his arousal and found that the lingering taste in his mouth and the excitement of his recent actions meant he had to pause often to stop himself from climaxing too soon. He watched the way his dick twitched when it was on the edge and noted that it’d be worth remembering that sign for his next visitor.


It was hard to tell how long he edged himself like that before the cub heard three soft thumps on the wall and sat up with a grin. He signalled the stranger outside and watched the dark circle with a giddy grin. A flared flat head emerged from the darkness, the skin was so dark that it looked as if the night outside was pressing into the stall with him. He nearly thought the shaft was neverending if he hadn’t seen the medial ring. Still he had to lean to the side to let this equine stud finish inserting himself then measure the rod at a whopping eighteen inches.


“Wow…” Wes whispered softly, his breath made the massive meat throb and it was a marvel to watch. With so much cock to please he had to use both hands to stroke from the base up to the flared tip and couldn’t get his fingers to wrap all the way around it. A few experimental passes told him that teasing the raised ring in the middle made the stud throb. Maybe he should note sensitive spots too. A few more strokes and a bead of precum formed in the middle of the flare and Wes’ body moved on instinct to lick the tip clean. That first taste of dick sent a shudder through his small body and made his still exposed dick squirt.


It tasted different than the last guy, slightly sweeter, and there was a surge of warmth so potent that it made his mind feel fuzzy. Wes felt short of breath and panted and his nose filled with a stronger scent than the last man. Something from school about pheromones poked at his brain but it was ignored so that he could focus on something more important. He whimpered and leaned in to lick over and again, he coated the head of that beautiful cock in saliva and savored the flavor of all the precum he was given. He kissed and suckled around the flared end and then along the shaft but always came back to lap up any of the nectar his pumping hands squeezed to the top.


Though he’d tasted plenty of pre, the stud on the other side of the wall didn’t start moaning until Wes’ tongue teased the medial ring. When the cub heard that he made sure to cover the sensitive area with soft kisses and long hungry licks. The rod throbbed and bounced as the man outside groaned and when Wes returned to the head he had a feast waiting for him. Instead of licking, this time he opened his maw wide and sucked the whole flared tip into his mouth. The cub let out his own muffled moan and decided to just keep slurping while his hands moved faster over the saliva-slicked shaft.


“Oh fuck! Just like that.” It was the first coherent words Wes heard from the other side of the wall and they were praising him! That made him swell with pride and a need to receive more. He moved his fingers rapidly over the ring and pushed his mouth further down the horse cock. His jaw was stretched to its limit but he managed to get a few more inches in before he gagged and had to pull off to breathe.


The cub’s eyes watered and he slid his hands all the way to the tip so he could spread the mess of drool he’d left there down the shaft. He wasn’t going to be thwarted so easily though and went back to sucking and found he was able to manage a shallow bob of his head and every time he pulled back his wriggling tongue was coated in delicious pre. He tried to take more of the rod every so often but was stopped with a gag every time. It was frustrating but the man outside didn’t seem to mind, in fact he seemed to throb harder when Wes had to pull away to gasp for air.


“Get ready, baby~” The man said and Wes felt the frequency of the throbs increase and the shaft seemed to swell bigger. The cub groaned and popped the tip back into his mouth, his hands pumped rapidly and he slurped hard. There was a loud groan from outside and Wes’ cheeks puffed out as his mouth was filled. It was hot, thick and tasted sooo good. He swallowed as fast as he could but some of the precious liquid leaked from the corner of his mouth. His hands slowed but didn’t stop until his cheeks hollowed as he sucked hard for the last drop. He pulled off the flared tip with a loud wet pop and then took the time to diligently lick the entirety of the magnificent meat to make sure it was nice and clean. The man was patient and let Wes finish his work before he pulled himself free of the hole.


Wes wiped the cum from his chin and licked his fingers clean with a satisfied hum when, before he could even signal for it, the next dick pushed through the hole. He giggled at his good luck as he watched this much smaller member emerge. It was thin with a ring of fleshy bulbs around the head and was the shortest he’d encountered so far. It measured at just over four inches long. He gave the small bumps an experimental prod with his finger and found they had as much give as the rest of the stiff dick. If he remembered his health class correctly then this might belong to a feline of some kind.


With his hand still slick with cum and saliva he gave it a firm stroke and was pleased to hear, and feel, a rumbling purr of approval. He gave it a few more pumps and shifted closer to give the tip a suckle. Another new and intriguing flavor and this time he was sure he could fit the whole thing in his mouth!


He leaned forward and braced himself on the wall with his hands then guided the cock into his mouth with his tongue and slurped it down all the way to the base. The whole thing rested comfortably in his maw with room to swirl his tongue, before he could bob his head the person outside started to thrust. The cub was surprised at first but then settled in and let the other take charge. This close to the hole he could clearly hear the moans of pleasure and mumbled praises for him. Knowing that he had so thoroughly pleased these strangers gave Wes a surprising sense of accomplishment. He also felt incredibly aroused to be used for their enjoyment.


Since his hands were free at the moment Wes took advantage and decided to stroke himself in time with the stranger’s thrusts. He made sure to swirl and flick his tongue around that barbed tip and never let up the steady suction he had going. Unlike the canine at the start of the night this fella moved fast and erratic. As if he was having trouble finding a steady rhythm. With his small size, maybe he was on the shorter side and thrusting while standing on the bucket out back made it difficult to keep his balance. It certainly didn’t lessen either of their enthusiasm.


The very vocal affirmations of this feline patron came to a crescendo and the thrusting stopped. The barbed cock throbbed and filled Wes’ mouth with another delicious load. The bear cub hummed his approval and continued to suck before he pulled back to watch the softening member disappear. He swallowed the mouthful and then gasped as his body trembled and he squirt his own load against the wall. He continued to stroke himself and basked in the afterglow with a dopey smile on his face.


He checked the time and found he’d gone over by five minutes but despite the urgency he moved at a relaxed pace to clean himself and the stall. He packed away all his things, closed out his Snuffles meetup, and left the bathroom. The outside air felt so cool as a soft breeze blew through his fur. He felt so light on the walk home that he wouldn’t have been surprised if he began to float. Tonight had just been so fun! He’d be spending the weekend at home with his dad but come Monday he would be doing this again and he couldn’t wait.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Wes Learns About Glory", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "1" }