Glory Hole

Growing up I was very sheltered and I'm a conservative person by nature. I don't know much about dirty deviant things. That being said:
One day a kid named Mike just transfered into my class. There was no honey moon period with this kid. An hour after he got there he was cursing at my worthless classroom aid. So I removed him from the class and put him the time out room. I gave my aid the task of watching the kid until he calmed down.

About 20 minutes later I walked over to check on them. The vice principal waas in there with them and there was a hole in the wall.

The Vice principal, Mr. Z asked, "How did that get there?"
Mike said, "I don't know...it just did."
My worthless aid said. "He throw something or hit it."
What a douche bag he was supposed to be watching the kid! Mike ratted him out and told us that he was left in there alone for awhile.
Mr. Z then asked, "Well...you kicked it? Or is that your glory hole?"
The rest of the incident was fairly uneventful. The creepy part was after. I was in my classroom after school with the aid, Vance Romance. He kept trying to talk about the incident, but the only part he cared to discuss was the comment about the glory hole.
Finally I said, "Why is that funny? What's a glory hole?"
Vance Romance got weird...he wouldn't tell me what it was he told me to go home and look it up. WHATEVER. I didn't care enough to look it up.
The next morning he was still obsessing over the glory hole coment and still refusing to tell me what it was.
Occasionally throughout the day he'd say little creepy things like "Oh maybe you should hit the glory hole later."
I didn't really feed into it because I hated him and I didn't really ever want to talk to him.
Well as luck would have later that same day Mike was in Mr. Z's office after school. Again the incident wasn't a big deal but after the kid left Vance Romance brought up the glory hole comment. Mr. Z said he wished he hadn't made the remark and hoped the kid had forgotten. I STILL DIDN"T KNOW WHAT THE F IT WAS!

The next morning Vance Romance walks over to my desk to show me a picture he downloaded off of the internet. It was a glory hole! It was a woman infront of a hole with a weiner poking through.

For a second I thought...where is this magical place? For a second! Anyway, it made me uncomfortable to have that creepy little bastard showing me this in school. But he wouldn't drop it. He claimed he knew where a glory hole was. He even reported to me that he knew people who went to them...I was typed and I just got the heebee geebee's!

Not that I gave it that much thought but I couldn't make sense of the Hole thing (get it?) in my head. Why would a pretty girl go look for a hole in a wall and...

Maybe a week later Vance Romance was still bringing it up. He was a CREEP!
After school one day I was in Mr. Z's office and I thanked him for getting Vance Romance all fired up about Glory Holes. I explained his creepy comments and the picture he showed me and how he claimed to know where to go find one.

AND THEN! Mr. Z looked slighty offended! He asked, "Are you serious or are you pulling my leg?"

"Serious why?"

"Fags go to glory holes," he said, "I'm not judging believe me I have many friends that are homosexual."

"Shut up!" I said.

"I'm dead serious. They are for fags."

I waved him off I didn't want to finish the conversation.

"If he knows where to go find one he's either hanging out in the truck stop or.."

"I don't want to hear anymore!"

"Think about this," he said, "VR lives at home. No girl friend. No prospects on the horizion."

"Oh...please..I have to work with him." I was begging him to stop.

I explained that for over a week I assumed that there were secret places where women would go and men would go...it didn't occur to me that it was not a heterosexual activity. Especially after Vance Romance told me he knew where to go and that he knew people who went. Vance was a staunch homophobe...or so I thought.

Mr. Z thought it was kind of funny.

The next day I went in to school and told Vance Romance that glory holes were where gay men would congrigate...

"Glory holes are for homo's so let's never discuss them again." I said.

"Not all glory holes are for fags." He said. He was mad! And he stormed out of the room. He never mentioned glory holes again