My fascination for married men started in high school. My English teacher was handsome, friendly and married. His wedding ring was displayed on his finger and, for some reason, it turned me on. The ring that golden band turned me on.A few years later (I didnt have my first sexual encounter until I was in college), I found myself searching for married men to suck at the local glory-hole. I spent practically every evening during Christmas break in the center of three stalls of the mens room of a nearby rest area. Wow, what a way to spend a holiday!One cold and snowy evening I pulled into the parking lot to find it almost empty. Only one car was there. It was still running, but empty. I was kind of disappointed, figuring that the owner was taking a fast leak, and would not be looking to spill a load. I parked and went into the warm mens room. Actually, warm was an understatement it was like a fucking sauna inside. There was no one in the wash room at the sinks, so I went into the second room where the stalls were. There was no one at the trough urinal, so I figured the car was owned by a woman. Then, I noticed two feet under the furthest stall.I went into the center stall, took off my coat, dropped my pants around my ankles and sat down. I looked through the hole in the partition and saw the legs and lap of a middle aged man. But it was what was between those legs that really attracted my attention. A hard cock rose from the lap, and the man was stroking it with his left hand. And on his finger was a wedding ring. I was immediately hard! I ran my finger around the glory hole to signal the married man that I wanted to suck him.You want this? he said. I said nothing amazed how his voice echoed through the bathroom. If you want to suck my cock, youre gonna have to say so, he continued, say May I suck you, sir Say it, or no cock. I swallowed hard and said quietly, May I suck you, sir? I cant hear you, he teased. May I suck you, sir? I repeated, louder this time. Yes, you may, he said, But you cant stop sucking until I shoot down your throat OK? Yes, sir! I said.Through the glory hole came a magnificent 6 cock. It had a large mushroom head on a sleek shaft. I wrapped my lips around it and the man on the other side began to pump his hips against the partition. He did all the work, I only had to suck. It was a fabulous face-fucking, accented by the sound of his crotch banging against the stall wall. The married man soon began to grunt and moan. Im gonna cum, kid, and you better catch every drop. I said nothing, fearing his cock would leave my mouth if I did. The moaning became louder. He obviously didnt care if someone might hear him. Fuck, he groaned, Im cumming!Two more strokes and my mouth was filled with his creamy load, and he kept pumping. Three more spasms of jizz filled my mouth and I swallowed to keep from choking. He kept pumping and moaning, more slowly now, until his dick was soft in my mouth. He pulled it from my lips and back through the hole. Now, say Thank-you, sir, he said. Thank-you, sir, I echoed.He pulled up his pants, put on his coat and left. I sat on the toilet, panting. My dick was hard and my balls were aching to unload. I was sweaty, nearly exhausted. So I did something I usually only did in the summertime. I stripped nude in the stall and began jacking off.Suddenly, the outer door opened. I only had time to slip into my boots before a man entered the second room and went to the urinal. I sat, nearly naked, with my cock in my hand. I peered through the crack of the door. I saw the man pissing into the trough across the room. As he did, he kept looking over his shoulder in my direction. I recognized him immediately. It was my high school English teacher the married one!He finished at the urinal, and turned without putting his cock away. He looked right at me (I thought), and shook his dick until it got hard. It was a nice cock not the monster I had fantasized about, but a REAL nice 7 uncut cock.He moved to the stall next to mine and pushed it through the glory hole. I dropped to my knees and began sucking him, stroking my dick in rhythm to my bobbing head. Sweat dripped down my face, chest and stomach. I wanted to cum when he did. I sucked and stroked and sucked and stroked.Then, he gasped and began to shoot his load into my hungry mouth. At the same time, I shot my load onto the floor at his feet. I hadnt cum for a while, and the puddle was HUGE! I released his cock from my mouth as I collapsed against the partition. I continued to cum, and the puddle between his feet became a pool. Jesus! I heard from the other stall. It was the voice I remembered. Thats quite a load, buddy. I bet it felt good. So did the blowjob. I come here every Thursday night about this time in case you are interested. I sure as hell was.For three more Thursdays I sucked his dick and took his load. Each time I shot my load between his feet. He never knew who was sucking him off at least, I dont think he did.

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