I Don’t Stay After School Often

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I only stayed after school for honors society meetings or literary art club, nothing else. I couldn’t stand walking those hallways when it wasn’t required, especially being a senior. When the clock struck 2:00 PM, it was dangerous to stand in between me and that classroom door. However, it was Thursday which meant that our literary club was meeting in the English wing until 4 PM. Thursdays were the quietest of all days at our school. Only sport teams held practices then and they were far away in the athletic and performing arts wings. When the 3,000 students left and only ten remained, it felt like a foreign place. It was 2:30 PM as I strolled from our club’s meeting place to one of the bathrooms that were unlocked. Nothing but the swish eryaman escort of my swift step could be heard. Not a sound. However, an uncomfortable feeling washed over me…as if I was being watched. I shrugged it off as my bladder was fixing to burst. Quickly, I threw open the door and ran into the larger handicap stall. Relief shot through my nerves as I went. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and shut. I didn’t hear any footsteps or see any movement through the gaps underneath the stall doors. “Probably some moronic boy wanting to scare the shit out of freshman girls,” I thought to myself. After I flushed the toilet and unlocked the door, I was not prepared for what I saw: a man sincan escort was standing there, stroking his cock with a wide smile on his face and pants around his ankles. He was a late bus driver, I recognized from his fluorescent green vest and district ID clipped on the left chest plate, but turned backwards. He seemed familiar to me from when I would hang out with the other drivers, but I didn’t know his names. Before I could even react, the man pushed me back into my stall hard until I fell onto the ground. The bus driver was tall, probably 6’3. He was a bald, heavy set, older white guy with a round stomach in his late 50’s I assumed. He pushed his thick, hardening cock into etlik escort my face as I struggled to get up. His sick smile widened even more at my fear and surprise. “Suck it,” he commanded, pressing himself against my cheek with a deep, dark tone. “Don’t even think about screaming. No one is on this side of the school to hear you.” At that moment, I had a choice to make. Scream or suck? This guy’s cock dwarfed many of the other drivers I had slept with, not with length but with girth. Pre-cum was oozing from his head onto my cheek as he continued stroking. Submitting to him, I opened wide to take his appetizing member into my mouth. He leaned back against the wall as I went to work, sucking and stroking him hard. Moans and whimpers slipped from his lips as his plan was unfolding perfectly. “The other drivers spoke highly of you,” the man spoke directly at me. “Seems that they were telling the truth.” My tongue twirled around his cock head as I kneaded his hairy sack. He squeezed his eyes shut as he placed a hand on top of my head, encouraging me to go faster.