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Hi Nifty readers! So, you may have noticed the 7 year break between this chapter and the two that came before it. Yeah... I had originally planned to keep this story going, but life had other plans I guess. If you were a fan at the time, I'm really sorry about that!

Anyway, I was recently thinking about writing a new story that's been bouncing around my head for years. But after looking through my inbox and seeing more messages than I honestly expected to get I decided it would be wrong not to give this one some kind of ending first. Seriously, thank you to everyone who took the time to message me, the comments were awesome to read and if it wasn't for those messages, this chapter would definitely not exist. Plus, the thought of dudes cumming over what I wrote is honestly a huge turn on for me.

Now, I'm not saying I think anyone's been waiting on the edge of their seat with bated breath for 7 years on the off chance I'd start it up again some day, but hopefully someone will appreciate this story's second cumming. I was going to try to wrap everything up in one chapter but as they say the story grows in the telling so there'll probably be one more. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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Filthy College Toilet Sex: Chapter Three

I didn't get much sleep last night, most of it was spent tossing and turning in anxious excitement. The thought of Joe finally taking my cherry kept me up in more ways than one. In the morning, Dan and I headed off to class around the same time. Thankfully today I had a light schedule with a few hours free at 11. I just hoped I'd have the room to myself.

Unfortunately when I got back to the dorm Dan was on his bed messing with his laptop. I tried to hide my disappointment when we exchanged a quick greeting, it's not his fault I'm such an insatiable perv. My mind wandered to the stall in the bathroom on our floor with the broken lock. Or the one with no door. I sat on my bed, picturing how that could go: Me sitting in that public bathroom openly masturbating while I fuck myself with an assortment of sex toys. Any hot college

dude who walks in would see, maybe even join me. Fuck, what was happening to me? Three days ago I didn't even want to use a toilet without a lock on the door. Now, though... My dad always said, college has a way of changing a man. I don't think this is quite what he meant.

I put the thought out of my mind and went back to imaging a line of dudes out the door of that bathroom waiting their turn to use and abuse me in whatever fucked up ways their minds could come up with. I pictured Joe, the guy from my class with the lip ring, a whole host of guys I knew from High School... and my new roommate, Dan.

I had to admit he was a really good looking guy. You're typical All-American jock, you know the type: strong jawline, broad shoulders, military cut blond hair, muscles that looked like they were carved out of marble. I was starting to think I should get to know him a little better. Just as I was about to say something he stood up and said "Well, I'm headin' out. See ya later, dude." Fuck yeah, our budding friendship could wait.

I said goodbye and as soon as the door closed I headed over to lock it, then I changed my mind. I left it unlocked. It seemed like such a small thing after everything that'd happened over the last few days, but the nervous feeling it gave me knowing someone could open the door at any time sent blood pulsing through my dick.

I pulled out the bag that Joe gave me last night. The first thing I went for was the shampoo bottle. I popped open the top and breathed the savory aroma deep into my lungs. My head was spinning, my knees felt weak, I had butterflies in my stomach. If you can think of any other cliched phrases, you bet your ass I felt 'em. Without thinking I clutched the bottle until it overflowed, erupting like a volcano, splattering Joe's seed against my nose and lips, where it dripped down and soaked into my t-shirt. My hand shot to my face, rubbing his cum into my nostrils, spreading it across my lips and over my chin. I shook with excitement as I smeared it down my neck. The musky smell enveloped me, marked me as his property. I groped my dick hard through my silky shorts, already getting wet with my own steady flowing precum. Raising the bottle to my lips, I threw back my head and took a heavy swig of the Ambrosia Joe had given me. Divine Nectar of the Gods, that's what it was. That's what he was: A God, the Zeus to my Ganymede, and I was perfectly willing to be his cupbearer. Huh, looks like I actually learned something in that Greek Mythology class. Who knew?

With his taste lingering in my mouth and his scent invading my every breath, it was time to get a closer look at the toys Joe gave me. Inside the bag there was a blue 9 inch dildo. It was a veiny fucker, and thicker than it's 7 inch little brother that I used last night, but not as thick as Joe's enormous tool. The black rubber fist I pulled out next would've given him a run for his money though. I felt my asshole spasm at the thought of taking something so big. I remember thinking, 'Fuck man, what've I gotten myself into?' but it wasn't long before the steady pulsing of my cock drowned out any reservations I might have had.

There were two more items in the bag. Once I saw them I knew they would make up the 'outfit' I'd be wearing when Joe first saw me tonight. First, a pink buttplug, about 6 inches long, and thick as a baseball bat at its widest point. And second, a matching pink dog collar with the words "Dick Pig" engraved on the tag. That was unexpected, but honestly I couldn't say it was wrong. The collar had a padlock on the back instead of a clasp. I checked the bag for a key, but before I even looked I felt like an idiot. Come on, Brendan, there was never gonna be a key in that bag.

Checking myself out in the mirror I held it up to my neck, my hands less than an inch away from making an irreversible desicion. The idea of walking across campus and sitting through class with a bright pink dog collar around my neck filled me with dread. Sure, It rested low enough that I could slip the tag into my shirt if I had to but in this warm Summer weather there'd be no easy way to hide the collar itself, or the fact that it was locked in place. It occured to me that Joe might not even take it off at the end of the night, too. On the other hand, my swollen cock and twitching asshole emphatically demanded that I put it on anyway. The debate raging in my head was cut short by the sound of the shackle clicking into the lock. Fuck, when did I get so impulsive!? I told myself if I wasn't careful I might find myself in serious trouble someday. There was a twinge of regret as I pulled on the lock to test it, but I reassured myself that it would fade soon. I knew there was no going back now.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I tore off my clothes and kneeled in front of the mirror. I squeezed out a generous helping of Joe's homemade lube and slathered it on my new red rubber friend. I spread some of it on my twitching boyhole and easily slid 2 fingers inside. It wasn't until that moment that I realized how empty I had felt. A couple fingers wasn't gonna be enough to satisfy my aching need. When I felt ready, I lined Red up and slowly impaled myself on him. I picked up his blue brother and put his head in my mouth. I lifted my arm and took a deep whiff of my sweaty armpit as I buried Red to the balls in my hole, then forced another couple inches of Blue down my throat. I held him there as long as I could before taking him out to catch my breath and take stock of myself in the mirror. Drying sperm glistening on my face, wearing nothing but a dog collar, my dick throbbing and dripping precum; there was no denying what a whore I was becoming. Then I saw Dan's laundry basket behind me in the mirror.

I told myself I shouldn't as I rocked up and down on the toy in my ass. It was an invasion of his privacy, he'd be pissed if he found out. Not to mention it was sleazy as fuck, something only a total pervert would do. Ha, who the fuck was I kidding? Of course I was gonna do it!

Slowly stroking my foreskin over my cockhead, I reached over and grabbed it to see what I could find. Near the top there was a plain white t-shirt with some pretty big pit stains, still damp. I hoped he'd worn it to the gym. Pressing it hard into my face I savored the musky aroma of Dan's pits and sucked as much sweat as I could out of the cotton. I pictured him doing a bench press wearing nothing but this shirt clinging to his hard muscles as they flexed and strained against a ridiculous amount of weight. I imagined the look of concentration on his face, blood coursing through his engorged veins as his rigid dick stood at attention. Blue was lying on the floor in front of me; I wondered if it was close to his size.

I stood Blue up and attached the suction cup to the floor and slowly pulled Red out of me. Sorry, buddy. I slathered Blue in a mixture of sperm, precum and spit and, rising up on my knees to line it up with my hole, pictured myself hovering over Dan on that weight bench. I let the anticipation build, feeling the head tease my greedy asshole, and went searching through Dan's laundry again. To my fucked up head it was a god damn treasure trove. It didn't take long to find what I was looking for, a pair of Dan's dirty underwear, white boxer-briefs that looked like they'd cling tight to his muscular thighs. They were lightly stained with a few drops of piss and what looked like cum. Perfect. I inhaled the scent of Dan's manhood as I slowly started to lower myself on it's stand-in poised at my waiting hole. As the massive head stretched past my sphincter I started releasing a quiet stream of expletives, "Shit. Fuck... Oh god, fuck me, Dan."

Dan's pinch hitter was a thick motherfucker and it took time to adapt to its size, but every time I breathed in the mixture of cock, balls, piss, and cum from his briefs my hole relaxed just a little bit more and I slid down another inch. Before long it's veins and ridges were teasing over parts of me that had never been touched before. With every added inch the moans and curses forcing their way from my mouth were getting louder, more uninhibited. From the laundry basket I grabbed a sweat drenched sock that looked like it'd been worn for a week straight and shoved it in my mouth to stem the flow of elation cascading from my lips.

I rose up on my knees then dropped down hard, still picturing Dan on that weight bench, dripping with sweat as he pushed his muscles to the limit. As I started getting into a rhythm fucking myself on 'Dan', I matched the cadence on my own turgid erection. As my pace quickened I could tell I was getting close to orgasm, but I was determined not to cum yet, so I indignantly forced myself to let go. It felt like an out of body experience. I lost myself in bliss as I bounced up and down, staring through cloudy eyes at the depraved slut in my mirror. There was a look of unadulterated joy on his face. Unfortunately lost as we were, neither of us heard the bedroom door opening.

"DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK!?" Dan's shout stopped me in my tracks. There I was on my knees in front of the mirror with Dan's dirty sock in my mouth, his briefs pressed up to my nose, and a small collection of sex toys spread on the floor around me. I can't imagine how red my face was. "The door wasn't even fucking locked! What the fuck are you doing with my clothes!?" I had no idea what to say, so I just didn't say anything.

Not too long ago, I had wanted someone to walk in on me. I thought to myself, 'Why did I want this? It's absolutely fucking horrifying.' As if in reply to my quesiton, my dick involuntarily sent a stream of precum oozing out of my foreskin. 'Oh yeah, that's why.' Despite all the shame and fear I felt, or really probably because of it, I was hard as fucking steel.

"Jesus, fag, is getting caught turning you on? You don't have any fucking shame, do you?" He waited for a response but I didn't have one for him. I just stared up into his dark, unblinking eyes, studying the features of his masculine face. He looked absolutely disgusted with what he saw in front of him, but I couldn't stop thinking about how much I wanted him. His eyes were brimming with anger, but for a second I thought I saw hunger in them, too. I didn't know if he was going to kick my ass or fuck me and as messed up as it sounds, I didn't really care.

He grabbed me by the collar and effortlessly yanked me up, forcing me to stand on my toes. I yelped as the dildo was sharply pulled from my ass with a loud slurp. He gaped at it as it flopped back and forth still held to the floor by its suction cup. As his eyes travelled back up he paused for a moment at the collar still held firmly in his right hand. When he saw the tag his eyebrows furrowed and his nose wrinkled in revulsion but he didn't let go. When his cold stare reached my eyes I didn't look away, I didn't even blink. I don't know how long he spent looking me over but it felt like ages. Finally he spoke again. "What do you have to say for yourself," he glanced down at the collar, "Dick Pig?"

I thought, 'Fuck, what do I say? Do I try to explain? Should I just apologize, beg for forgiveness? I wanted to beg him to fuck me, beg for his cock.' I had no idea what he wanted to hear, but keeping him waiting was definitely a bad idea. I had to say something, anything's better than moronic silence.

"Oink?" ...Yeah, I actually said the word 'oink'. Probably not the best choice. I mean, what can I say, man, I panicked! There was a nervous smile on my face but the look on his made me think he didn't find it very funny. The southpaw punch to the gut confirmed my hunch and took the air right from my lungs. I crumpled from the pain but his hand at my neck kept me on my feet. While I was still trying to regain my breath he threw me onto my bed with all the effort it took to throw out an empty beer can. He put his knee down on my chest and commanded, "Try that again, Faggot. You say, 'I'm sorry that I touched your dirty laundry without permission.' "

My chest was still heaving from the punch and the weight of his densely muscled body wasn't helping. "I'm sorry that I... touched your dirty laundry... without permission." He narrowed his eyes and started to press down with his knee.

"I'm sorry that I touched your dirty laundry.. without permission, Sir!" I blurted as rapidly as I could manage, hoping I'd corrected myself in time.

He eased off my chest just a little. "Good. Now tell me you're sorry you're a Pathetic.Shameless. Pervert who gets off on the odor of a superior man." Dan's natural bulge was starting to grow. His anger seemed genuine but on some level this was turning him on.

"I'm sorry that I'm a pathetic, shameless pervert.. who gets off on the odor of a superior man, Sir." I hoped I sounded convincing. I mean, I really couldn't argue the description, but was I sorry about it? I don't know, but I'd have done or said anything to see what was growing in his basketball shorts.

"Tell me you're sorry you didn't submit to me sooner."

"I'm sorry I didn't submit to you the moment I met you, Sir." I held my breath hoping he wouldn't mind my slight ad-libbing.

Dan's lips started twisting into a devilish grin. "Good boy." The words dripped out of his mouth like honey and a heartfelt moan escaped my lips at his praise. "I should reward your good behavior." Dan pulled his shirt off and I took in his perfect masculine form. Every impeccably maintained muscle moved in concert under his taut skin. He had no body hair to speak of but that just made it easier to appreciate how well defined his chest was. He put his right hand behind his head, took a quick whiff of his armpit and grimaced. "Man, I fuckin' stink. You know I was just at the gym, right? Is this really what you want, Faggot?'

I begged for it, "Yes, Sir. Please." In the moment I didn't care what he thought of me. I didn't care how desperate I looked or sounded. I needed what he was offering me, nothing else mattered.

"Please what?" He leaned down. "Tell me what you want, you fucking pig."

I knew exactly what to say this time. "I want to worship your amazing body. Your stinking pits. I want to suck your sweaty cock and balls. I want to wash every inch of you with my tongue, Sir." He frowned again, but the tent in his shorts made it obvious that he liked having his ego stroked.

He moved to kneel on the bed and in one fluid motion he pulled me up into a sitting position and forced my face into his exposed pit. My hands explored Dan's body, tracing over the veins that snaked along his arms and his rippling chest as I huffed his manly funk. I can't really explain why it had this effect on me, but it made me feel light-headed, almost drunk with desire. I lost focus on anything but the overwhelming stench of pure masculine virility. My body went limp and I willingly sank into the pheromone-laden abyss. Suddenly Dan's voice cut through the fog in my head, "Lick, Faggot!" My tongue darted out of my mouth and pressed hard into his sweat-soaked flesh. The salty flavor of unwashed stud filled my mouth and drove me into a frenzy. For what felt like ages I vigorously swept my tongue over every inch of his tangy skin, delirious with lust.

Without warning Dan yanked me back hard by the hair and held me at a distance. It didn't hurt too much, just enough to bring me back to my senses. As he took a moment to look me over I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My skin was flushed, my chest was heaving, my hair was a mess. Fuck, I was a mess. But all I wanted was to put myself back under his spell. I looked Dan in the eye, silently pleading for more as I meagerly struggled in his grip.

"Jesus, you're fucking insatiable, Fag. Control yourself!" he barked. He let go of me and lifted his left arm, tempting me with his yet untouched armpit. It took every ounce of restraint I had but I held back, an obedient hound waiting for my master's next command.

I didn't have to wait long. "Lick." I lunged at him with the same ravenous hunger I showed the first time. "Good boy." Those words unleashed a flood of dopamine in my sex-addled mind. Almost overwhelmed, I fought back the tears in my eyes and the impending orgasm in my pulsating cock. A single touch would have been enough to send me over the edge. As I devoured his manly flavor he started to press my head into his flesh. It was gentle at first and as he steadily raised the pressure it only encouraged me to worship him harder. At least until it started getting hard to breathe.

I began to panic as Dan wrapped his arm around my head, pinning me tightly in his armpit. I struggled but it was no use. My strength was draining away by the second and he was so much stronger than me already. I was utterly trapped with his flexing bicep and pec pressing into either side of my head. My lungs cried out in pain and my vision blurred. Just before I blacked out he released me and I fell to the bed, gasping for air.

My breath was ragged as I lied there staring up at Dan. For the first time I thought this might be going too far. I wondered if I should say something. But what would I say? I didn't want him to stop, but a part of me was afraid of what he'd do to me, what I'd let him do to me. Even if I said something, would he actually stop? It didn't matter, I wasn't going to say anything. We were way past that point. I had wanted this. I still wanted this, now more than ever. Besides, I wasn't really in a position to make demands. As I was considering my lack of options, Dan straddled my chest and pulled down his shorts until his swollen member sprang up and slapped against his abs, instantly erasing any lingering doubts from my mind.

I wasn't far off the mark when I wondered if he'd be as big as my new blue friend, from the look of it he was maybe even a bit bigger. His intense arousal was obvious. His dick was pulsing regularly, his shaved billiard-sized balls were drawn tight toward the base of his shaft, and clear, thick precum was dripping steadily out of his puffy dickhole. He was circumcised, the tight skin on his dick made his large helmet head and the veins snaking across his engorged rod stand out all the more.

Oh dude, I wanted it. I really fucking wanted it. I reached out, wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed, feeling the warmth of the blood rushing through his bloated, dripping cock. That was the wrong move.

He grabbed my arm, dug his fingers into my wrist, and ripped my hand away. Through clenched teeth he growled "Did I give you permission to touch my cock, Bitch?" The scathing tone of his voice left me petrified, at a loss for words yet again. When I didn't say anything he slapped me in the face. "Answer me!"

"No Sir! I'm sorry, Sir!" I distinctly remember thinking, 'Jesus, Brendan, get your shit together! How many times are you gonna piss him off? But is it my fault he's so damn irresistible?

...Okay, even then I knew that was a bullshit excuse. I promised myself I wouldn't let it happen again. If only I knew how quickly I'd break that promise.

Dan put his hand around my throat and held me firmly against the matress. "You haven't earned the right to touch my fucking cock, Whore. Do it again and I'll make sure you're sorry." He tightened his grip on my throat, just a bit to punctuate his next command, "Stay." Then he let go of me. He moved closer until his dick was hanging just inches above my face.

"Keep that cunt you call a mouth closed. If you open it before I tell you to, you won't like what happens next." He leaned forward and started gently humping his dick against my face leaving streaks of prejizz wherever he went. He was marking me with his musky scent like some territorial animal. Every time his head dragged over my lips the urge to take him deep into my mouth grew stronger. I'm sure he heard my pathetic whimpering as I fought hard not to disobey him again. It felt like a losing battle. I bit down on my lower lip hoping the pain would distract me but as it curled inward and touched my tongue the taste of his precum burst into my mouth. I should not have done that.

I tried to be good. I really did. But once I tasted his essence I just couldn't help myself. 'Sorry, Dan,' I thought, resigning myself to whatever punishment he had planned. And I went for it. I licked his juicy, dripping meat from root to tip. Oh fuck, he tasted like heaven, like sweat and precum and raw masculine power.

My bliss was fleeting, it was only a moment before he pulled his dick away and his fist connected squarely with my jaw. I lied there racked with pain thinking about how that was definitely going to bruise.

Dan climbed off of me and pulled his shorts back up over his dick. He sighed pointedly and asked, "Was it worth it, Fag?" Once I realized what was happening I crawled off the bed and got on my knees in front of him and pleaded for mercy.

"No, please Dan, I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise. Please don't stop. I'll do anything you say!" As he looked down at me, he was surprisingly calm. You know, it was like when your parents pull out the old 'I'm not angry, just disappointed,' routine. I guess it's a classic for a reason, this was so much worse than the violent discipline I expected.

"You need to learn your lesson. No more of this," he groped himself, "until you can control yourself. Now get back on the bed." I instantly complied. I didn't know what would happen next but if he was giving me another chance I was gonna take it. While I lied on the bed in suspense, he grabbed a bottle of lube out of his dresser. He spread it over two of his fingers as he knelt down on my bed and then abruptly shoved them into me.

After the dildos my hole didn't offer much resistance. But as his fingers plunged in and out of me it wasn't long before he added a third, then a fourth. I started to feel that familiar pain of my anal ring being stretched to new limits as his knuckles pressed up against me. I tried to focus on my breathing as he steadily applied force until they popped in, too. A spasm of pain shot through my abdomen. I panicked a little at the thought that his entire hand might be in me soon. This was happening so fast and I he was in complete control. Thankfully, he stopped for a moment and let me catch my breath.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, but there was little sympathy in his voice.

I couldn't lie to him so I just said "Yes, Sir."

"Do you want me to stop?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "No, Sir."

"Good boy."

He smiled down at me as he pulled his hand out and my eyes rolled up into my head. Dan added more lube to his hand then started to re-enter me, this time adding his thumb to the steepled fingers stretching out my worn and sloppy hole. He started to increase his pace and twist his hand as it entered me, forcing the smallest bit further with every stroke. The pain was getting intense and I couldn't help but groan as he unceasingly plowed into me, but my dick was rock hard and ready to burst at any second. I'd been on the edge so many times it was a miracle I'd lasted this long.

With one final push Dan reached his goal. I cried out as his entire hand sank into me. He stared down at me with a frenzied look in his eyes and pulled his rock-hard cock back out of his pants. He gripped it tightly at the base and stroked upward as he dragged his fist from my ass. A heavy drop of precum oozed out of the tip and added to the stains collecting on my soiled bed sheets.

"I know you want this dick in your cunt, Faggot. You should have thought of that when you disobeyed me." He stroked back down matching the pace of his fist as it entered into my spasming fuckhole. My cunt. Dan started to build up speed on both fronts, eliciting ragged gasps and labored moans from me. I didn't know how much more I could take before I either passed out or came. Or both. I was hanging on by a thread.

As Dan's fist repeatedly assaulted my overworked cunt I fought with every fiber of my being, every ounce of strength I could muster, not to give in to the waves of orgiastic pleasure wracking my body. His knuckles raked over my prostate again and again, each time testing the limits of my endurance. Dan was stroking his swollen cock at the same rapid pace he was punching into me, the crazed look in his eyes made it obvious he was close to the edge. As I writhed on the bed in sublime agony I felt tears streaming down my cheeks.

Suddenly, like a switch had been flipped deep inside of me, I knew that I was past the point of no return. Accepting my fate, I latched my hand onto my throbbing, leaking dick and beat it with reckless abandon. I expected Dan to stop me but he was on the edge himself, too far gone to care that he was supposed to be punishing me. I lost all control of my body and convulsed with pleasure, shooting my load all over myself. Each time Dan's hand plunged into me my vision blurred and I let loose a scream that the entire floor must have heard, but it only spurred him on. Dan's cock erupted soon after, shooting blasts of ropy splooge across my chest and face, adding to the mess he'd made of me.

I lied there catching my breath and enjoying the afterglow. Eventually Dan pulled out of me. The only thing I wanted was to taste his thick, syrupy jizz. I scooped some off my chest and greedily sucked it off my fingers. It tasted similar to Joe's, but there was a difference, a unique and subtle flavor that suited Dan somehow. He frowned when I did it, but then he gathered more on the fingers he'd just had in my ass, shoving them in my welcoming mouth.

He tasted like comfort, and warmth, and contentment.

He spat in my face, and I thanked him for it, grinning like an idiot.

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So there's chapter 3. If you were looking forward to more Joe, I'm sorry. I originally intended for this to cover Dan, Joe, and Brendan's classmate, but once I started writing about Dan I started to feel like he deserved a full chapter of his own. I hope you enjoyed this anyway. And don't worry, Joe will be in chapter 4 which, with any luck, will be ready in less than 7 years.

As always, feedback on my writing is appreciated. Constructive criticism, suggestions for improvement, or just tell me what you thought was hot, or if there's something you might want to see in my next story. I have a good number of ideas already but maybe you'll inspire me ;). Feel free to email me at [email protected]

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Thanks for reading, and thanks to all the people who keep this amazing collection going!

肮脏的大学厕所性爱 - 第三章

作者： Brendan Shelton
发布时间： 2019-06-20T03:33

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字数： 5692
来源： [[https://new.nifty.org/stories/filthy-college-toilet-sex-75501/3]]

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嘿，Nifty 的读者们！你可能注意到了，这一章和前面两章之间隔了整整 7 年……没错，我本来打算继续写这个故事的，但生活有别的安排吧。如果你是当时的粉丝，我真的很抱歉！

最近我在想写一个新故事，这个想法在我脑子里转了好几年了。但翻了翻收件箱，看到邮件数量比我想象的多得多，我觉得不把这个故事至少给个结局是错的。说真的，谢谢所有花时间给我发邮件的人，那些评论读起来太爽了，要不是那些邮件，这一章绝对不可能存在。而且，一想到有男人对着我写的东西打飞机，这本身就是我巨大的兴奋点。

我不是说我觉得谁会在椅子上等了 7 年就指望我哪天重新开写，但希望有人会欣赏这个故事的第二轮高潮。我本来想一章搞定所有内容，但俗话说故事是在讲述中成长的，所以可能还会有一章。总之，希望你喜欢！

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肮脏的大学厕所性爱：第三章

昨晚我基本没怎么睡着，整个人翻来覆去，又焦虑又兴奋。一想到乔终于要操我的处男屁眼，我就热血沸腾，鸡巴就没软过。早上的时候，丹和我差不多同时去上课。幸好今天课不多，11 点有几个小时的自由时间。我只希望到时候宿舍里就我一个人。

真倒霉，我回宿舍的时候，丹还躺在床上玩他的笔记本电脑。我尽量不让失望表现在脸上，跟他简单打了个招呼——又不是他的错，谁让我是个饥渴的变态呢。我脑子里开始转悠，我们楼层那间锁坏了的浴室隔间，还有那间连门都没有的。我坐在床上，脑子里浮现出那画面：我坐在公共厕所里，一边光明正大地打飞机，一边用一堆性玩具操自己的屁眼。随便哪个火辣的大学男生推门进来都能看见，说不定还会加入。操，我这是怎么了？三天前我还连没锁门的马桶都不肯上。现在……我爸总说，大学有办法改变一个男人。我觉得他说的肯定不是这个意思。

我把这念头甩开，又继续想象——厕所门口排着一长队男人，等着轮到自己进来，用各种变态的方式操我、用我。我想到了乔，想到那个戴唇环的同学，想到我高中认识的一大堆哥们……还有我的新室友，丹。

我得承认，他确实是个大帅哥。典型的全美运动男形象，知道吧：硬朗的下颌线、宽肩、军人式的金色短发、大理石雕刻般的肌肉。我开始觉得应该多了解他一点。我刚想说点什么，他站起来说：“我出去了，回头见，哥们。”操，太好了，我们那萌芽的友谊可以等会儿再培养。

我说了声拜拜，门一关上我就走过去锁门，但转念一想，我又改了主意。我让门就那么开着，没锁。跟过去几天发生的事比起来，这好像微不足道，但那种随时可能有人推门进来的紧张感，让我的鸡巴一下子硬了。

我拿出昨晚乔给我的那袋东西。第一个拿出来的就是那个洗发水瓶。我拧开盖子，深深吸了一口那肉香四溢的味道。我整个脑子都在发晕，膝盖发软，胃里一阵翻腾。你能想到的所有俗套的身体反应，我全他妈感受到了。我不由自主地捏紧瓶子，里面的精液溅了出来，像火山喷发一样，糊了我一鼻子、嘴唇上都是，顺着淌下来浸透了我的 T 恤。我条件反射地把手捂到脸上，把他的精液揉进鼻孔里，抹在嘴唇上、下巴上。我兴奋得发抖，把它们往脖子上涂。那股麝香味包住了我，在他身上打上标记，宣告我是他的所有物。我隔着柔软的短裤摸到我硬邦邦的鸡巴，裤裆已经湿了，因为我自己也在不停地流前液。我把瓶子举到嘴边，仰起头，狠狠灌了一大口乔给我的神浆。这就是神的甘露。他就是神，宙斯，而我是他的伽倪墨得斯，我他妈心甘情愿当他的倒酒童子。哈，看来我在希腊神话课上学到点东西嘛。谁知道呢？

他精液的味道还留在我嘴里，他的气息侵入我的每一次呼吸，是时候好好看看乔给我的那些玩具了。袋子里有一个蓝色的 9 英寸假阳具。这根假货青筋暴起，比昨晚我用的那根 7 英寸小兄弟粗得多，但跟乔那根巨无霸比起来还是差远了。但我接下来掏出来的那个黑色橡胶拳头，可就跟乔的玩意儿有一拼了。一想到要把那么大的东西吞进去，我的屁眼就痉挛了一下。我记得自己当时在想：“操，哥们，我这是惹上了什么？”但没过多久，我那根不停搏动的鸡巴就淹没了我所有的顾虑。

袋子里还有两样东西。一看到它们，我就知道这就是今晚乔第一次看到我时我要穿的“行头”了。首先是一个粉色的肛塞，大约 6 英寸长，最粗的地方跟棒球棍一样粗。其次是一个配套的粉色狗项圈，上面刻着“Dick Pig”（鸡巴猪）字样。这有点意外，但说实话，我不能说不对。项圈后面没有卡扣，而是一个挂锁。我翻了翻袋子找钥匙，但刚伸手就觉得自己傻逼了。得了吧，布伦丹，那袋子里从来就没打算放钥匙。

我对着镜子试了试，把项圈举到脖子上，手离那个不可挽回的决定只有不到一英寸。想象自己戴着亮粉色狗项圈穿过校园、去上课，这让我充满了恐惧。当然，项圈戴得够低，必要的时候能把标签塞进衣服里——但在这炎热的夏天，根本没法轻松地藏起项圈本身，更不用说它是锁着的。而且乔可能晚上也不打算取下来。但另一方面，我那胀痛的鸡巴和蠕动着的屁眼又在强烈地要求我戴上。脑子里的拉锯战被锁扣咔嗒一声锁上的声音打断了。操，我什么时候变得这么冲动了？我告诉自己，要是不小心点，总有一天会惹上大麻烦。我拉了一下锁，确认锁好了，心里闪过一丝后悔，但我安慰自己说这很快就会过去。我知道现在没有回头路了。

不想再浪费时间，我扯掉衣服，跪在镜子前。我挤了一大把乔自制的润滑剂，涂在我那根新的红色橡胶朋友上。又抹了一些在自己那蠕动着的屁眼上，轻松地放进两根手指。直到那一刻，我才意识到自己之前有多空虚。两根手指根本满足不了我那酸痛的需求。等我准备好了，我把红色玩具对准屁眼，慢慢地把他整根吞了进去。我又拿起他蓝色的兄弟，把他的头塞进嘴里。我抬起胳膊，深深吸了一口自己汗湿的腋窝，同时把红色玩具一插到底，直到睾丸抵住我屁股，然后又往喉咙里塞了几英寸蓝色假鸡巴。我含着它，尽可能久，然后拔出来喘口气，打量镜子里的自己。干掉的精液在我脸上反光，身上只剩一个狗项圈，鸡巴胀得发痛，前液不停地滴——毫无疑问，我正在变成一个彻头彻尾的婊子。然后我在镜子里看到了丹放在身后的洗衣篮。

我一上一下地颠着屁股，操着屁眼里那假鸡巴，心里说我不该这么做。那是对他隐私的侵犯，他要是发现了肯定气炸了。更别说这他妈太下流了，只有彻底的变态才会干这种事。哈，我他妈以为我是什么好人？我当然会干啊！

我一边慢慢撸着自己的包皮摩擦龟头，一边伸手抓过洗衣篮，看看能翻出什么。最上面是一件纯白 T 恤，腋下有两块挺大的汗渍，还湿着。我猜他是穿着去健身房了。我把 T 恤紧紧捂在脸上，细细品尝丹腋下那股麝香味，拼命从那棉布里吸出尽可能多的汗。我在脑海中想象他做卧推的样子，身上就穿着这件 T 恤，紧贴在硬邦邦的肌肉上，肌肉随着超重的重量在绷紧、扭动。我幻想着他专注的表情，血液在他充血血管里奔涌，他那坚挺的鸡巴笔直朝天。蓝色假阳具正躺在我面前的地板上；我在想，这东西是不是跟他差不多大。

我把蓝色假阳具立起来，吸盘吸在地板上，然后慢慢把红色假阳具从屁眼里拔出来。抱歉，小子。我把蓝色假阳具涂满精液、前液和口水的混合物，然后跪起来，把它对准我的屁眼，想象自己悬在丹的卧推凳上方。我让期待感慢慢累积，感受假龟头挑逗我那饥渴的屁眼，同时又在丹的洗衣篮里翻找。对我那变态的脑袋来说，这简直是个他妈的王室宝库。我很快找到了我想要的东西——一条丹穿过的内裤，白色平角紧身裤，看起来会紧紧勒在他肌肉发达的大腿上。上面有几滴尿和看起来像是精液的浅色污渍。完美。我深吸了一口丹男子气概的气息，同时慢慢把自己往下放，让他那替代品的龟头对准我等待已久的屁眼。当那巨大的假龟头撑开我的括约肌时，我开始低声骂着脏话：“操。操……哦老天，操我，丹。”

丹的替补可真是个粗壮的小子，我花了不少时间才适应它的尺寸。但每次我吸入他内裤上鸡巴、睾丸、尿和精液的混合气味时，我的屁眼就会放松一点，我又能往下滑一英寸。没多久，假阳具上的青筋和凸起就开始摩擦我从未被触碰过的地方。随着每多进去一英寸，从我嘴里涌出的呻吟和脏话越来越响，越来越没有顾忌。我又从洗衣篮里抓了一只湿透的、好像连穿了一星期的臭袜子，塞进嘴里，堵住从嘴里流出的欢愉。

我跪起来，然后重重地坐下去，脑子里还是丹在卧推凳上的画面，汗珠淋漓，肌肉绷到极限。我开始有节奏地用假阳具操自己，同时用手撸自己胀得发疼的鸡巴。节奏越来越快，我知道自己快到高潮了，但我下定决心不能射，所以我强迫自己松手。那感觉像灵魂出窍。我上下颠动，透过模糊的双眼看着镜子里那个堕落的小骚货。他脸上带着纯粹快乐的表情。不幸的是，我们俩都太投入了，谁都没听见卧室门开了。

“哥们，我操你妈！”丹的吼声把我钉在了原地。我跪在镜子前，嘴里塞着丹的脏袜子，他的内裤捂在我鼻子上，地上散落着一堆性玩具。我不知道自己的脸有多红。“门他妈都没锁！你他妈在干什么？用我的衣服？！”我完全不知道该怎么回答，所以我干脆啥也没说。

不久前，我还希望有人撞见我正在干这档事。我心想：“我当初为什么要盼这个？这他妈简直太他妈的恐怖了。”我的鸡巴好像为了回答我的问题一样，不受控制地从前端渗出一股前液。“哦对，这就是原因。”虽然我感到羞耻和恐惧——或者说，很可能正是因为这羞耻和恐惧——我的鸡巴比钢铁还硬。

“老天，死基佬，被抓住让你兴奋了吗？你他妈一点羞耻心都没有，对吧？”他等着我回答，但我一句话也说不出来。我只是抬头盯着他那双深邃、一眨不眨的眼睛，研究他阳刚脸庞的每一处轮廓。他看起来对他眼前的东西恶心透顶，但我还是忍不住想我有多想要他。他眼里满是愤怒，但那一瞬间，我好像也在他眼里看到了饥渴。我不知道他是会踢我屁股还是操我——而且这听起来虽然很变态，但我真的不在乎。

他一把抓住我的项圈，毫不费力地把我拎了起来，迫使我踮着脚尖站着。假阳具“噗”地一声从他后门里拔出来，我痛叫一声。他看着那假阳具晃来晃去，吸盘还吸在地板上。他目光移回来的时候，在他依然紧握在右手的项圈上停了一下。当他看到那铭牌时，眉毛拧起来，鼻子厌恶地皱了皱，但他没松手。他那冰冷的视线最终对上我的眼睛，我没有移开目光，甚至没眨眼。我不知道他打量了我多久，但感觉像是过了好几个世纪。他终于又开口了：“你有什么想说的？”他低头看了看项圈，“Dick Pig？”

我想：“操，我该说什么？我要不要解释？还是道歉，求他原谅？我想求他操我，求他的鸡巴。”我根本不知道他想听什么，但让他等着绝对是个坏主意。我必须说点什么，什么都比傻逼一样沉默强。

“Oink（哼）？”……对，我他妈真的说了“哼”这个字。可能不是最好的选择。我靠，哥们，我慌了！我脸上挂着神经质的笑容，但他的表情告诉我他一点都不觉得好笑。一记左勾拳砸在我肚子上，证实了我的预感，把我肺里的空气全部打了出去。我疼得蜷缩起来，但他掐着我脖子的手让我没法倒下。我还没缓过气来，他就像扔空啤酒罐一样把我扔到了床上。他一膝盖压在我胸口上，命令道：“再试一次，死基佬。你给我说：‘我不该没经过允许就碰你的脏衣服。’”

我的胸口还在因为那一拳而起伏，加上他那满是肌肉的体重压着，呼吸更加困难了。“我不该……没经过允许……就碰你的脏衣服。”他眯起眼睛，开始用膝盖往下压。

“我不该……没经过允许……就碰你的脏衣服……长官！”我拼命赶紧把话说完，希望自己纠正得够及时。

他稍稍松开了我的胸口。“很好。现在告诉我，你为自己是一个可悲、无耻、靠闻优秀男人气味才能爽的变态而感到抱歉。”丹裤裆那鼓起的地方开始变大了。他的愤怒看起来是真实的，但在某种程度上，这也让他兴奋。

“我为自己是一个可悲、无耻、靠闻优秀男人气味才能爽的变态而感到抱歉，长官。”我希望自己听起来够有说服力。这个描述我确实没法反驳，但我是真的感到抱歉吗？我不知道，但为了看到他篮球短裤里那越来越大的东西，我什么都愿意做、愿意说。

“告诉我，你为自己没有早点臣服于我而感到抱歉。”

“我为自己从见到你的那一刻起没有立刻臣服而感到抱歉，长官。”我屏住呼吸，希望他不会介意我稍微自由发挥了一点。

丹的嘴角开始扭曲成一个恶魔般的笑容。“好孩子。”这几个字像蜂蜜一样从他嘴里流出来，听到他的表扬，我由衷地发出了一声呻吟。“我应该奖励你表现好。”丹脱掉 T 恤，我欣赏着他完美阳刚的体魄。每一块精心保养的肌肉都在他紧实的皮肤下协调地运动。他几乎没什么体毛，但这反而让他的胸膛轮廓更加分明。他把右手举到脑后，快速闻了一下自己的腋窝，做了个鬼脸。“操，我他妈真臭。我刚从健身房回来，你知道吗？这真的是你想要的吗，死基佬？”

我乞求道：“是的，长官。求你了。”那一刻，我不在乎他怎么看我。我不在乎自己看起来或听起来有多绝望。我需要他给我的东西，其他什么都不重要。

“求什么？”他弯下腰。“告诉我你想要什么，你这头猪。”

这次我完全知道该怎么说。“我想崇拜你完美的身体。你发臭的腋窝。我想吸你汗湿的鸡巴和蛋。我想用舌头把你全身每一寸都舔干净，长官。”他又皱了皱眉，但他短裤里的帐篷清楚地表明，他喜欢被捧臭脚。

他挪过来跪在床上，一气呵成地把我拉起来成坐姿，把我的脸按进他裸露的腋窝里。我的双手探索着丹的身体，描摹着蛇一般蜿蜒在他手臂和起伏胸膛上的血管，同时我大口吸着他那男人气息。我无法解释这为什么会对我产生这种效果，但这让我头晕目眩，几乎被欲望灌醉。我失去了对任何事物的专注，除了那纯粹的男性气概的压倒性臭味。我的身体软了下来，心甘情愿地沉入那充满信息素的深渊。突然，丹的声音穿透了我脑袋里那层雾：“舔，死基佬！”我的舌头从嘴里伸出，用力压进他那汗湿的肉里。那未经洗涤的运动猛男的咸味灌满了我嘴里，把我推向疯狂。仿佛过了很久，我奋力地舔遍了他那鲜嫩皮肤的每一寸，欲火焚身，神志不清。

毫无预警地，丹猛地抓住我的头发把我往后拽，跟我拉开距离。没太疼，刚好能让我回过神来。他停下来打量我的时候，我瞥了一眼镜子里的自己。皮肤泛红，胸口剧烈起伏，头发一团糟。操，我这副德行真是乱七八糟。但我唯一想要的，就是重新回到他的魔咒之下。我看着丹的眼睛，无言地祈求更多，同时在他手中无力地挣扎着。

“耶稣啊，你他妈真是个饥渴的婊子，控制一下你自己！”他吼道。他松开了我，抬起左臂，用他还没被舔过的腋窝引诱着我。我用尽了每一分克制力才忍住没扑上去，像一只听话的猎犬，等着主人下一个命令。

我没等多久。“舔。”我再次带着同样的渴望扑向他。“好孩子。”那几个字在我被性欲冲昏的脑子里引发了一场多巴胺的洪水。我几乎被压垮了，强忍着眼眶里的眼泪和那在我搏动的鸡巴里即将爆发的高潮。只要碰一下，就足以让我射出来。当我贪婪地吞噬他的男性风味时，他开始把我的头往他肉里压。一开始很温柔，然后他持续增加压力，这只会鼓励我更卖力地崇拜他。直到我开始喘不上气。

当丹用胳膊环住我的头，把我紧紧按在他腋窝下时，我开始慌了。我挣扎，但没有用。我的力气在迅速地消失，而他本来就比我强壮得多。我彻底被困住了，他鼓起的二头肌和胸肌压在我头部的两侧。我的肺在痛苦地呼救，视力开始模糊。就在我快要失去意识之前，他松开了我，我倒在床上，大口大口地喘气。

我躺在那里，呼吸粗重，仰头看着丹。我第一次觉得这可能是有点过火了。我在想我是不是该说些什么。但我能说什么呢？我不想他停，但我又有点害怕他接下来会对我做什么，害怕我自己会允许他做什么。就算我说了什么，他真的会停吗？不重要了，我不会说什么的。我们早就过了那个点。我一直想要这个。我现在仍然想要，比以前更甚。再说了，我也没有什么谈条件的资格。我正在权衡我有什么选择，丹跨坐在我胸口上，拉下他的短裤，直到他肿胀的肉棒弹出来，“啪”地打在他腹肌上，瞬间把我脑子里的一切疑虑都抹去了。

我之前猜他会不会跟我的蓝色朋友一样大，看来我没猜错，他可能还要大一点。他强烈的兴奋显而易见。他的鸡巴在有规律地搏动，他那剃过毛的台球大小的睾丸向根部收紧，清澈浓稠的前液正从他肿胀的马眼里不停地流出。他割过包皮，紧巴巴的鸡巴皮让他那大龟头和蛇一般蜿蜒在充血棒上的青筋更加突出。

哦，哥们，我想要它。我真的他妈太想要了。我伸出手，手指环住它，捏了一下，感受着那穿过他臃肿滴水鸡巴的血液的温热。那是错误的一步。

他抓住我的胳膊，手指陷进我手腕里，猛地扯开了我的手。他咬牙切齿地低吼道：“我有允许你碰我的鸡巴吗，婊子？”他语气里那尖刻的调调让我僵住了，又一次不知道说什么。当我不说话时，他扇了我一巴掌。“回答我！”

“没有长官！对不起长官！”我清晰地记得自己当时在想：“耶稣啊，布伦丹，稳住！你还想惹恼他多少次？但谁叫他这么不可抗拒呢？”

……好吧，就算当时我也知道那是个扯淡的借口。我向自己保证不会再犯了。可惜我不知道这个保证有多快就会被打破。

丹把手放在我脖子上，把我牢牢按在床上。“你还没挣到碰我鸡巴的权利，婊子。再碰一次，我会让你后悔的。”他稍微紧了紧掐我脖子的手，强调下一个命令：“别动。”然后他松开了我。他往前凑了凑，直到他的鸡巴悬在我脸上方几英寸。

“把你那叫嘴的逼闭上。在我允许你张开之前，如果你打开了，你会后悔的。”他向前倾身，开始轻轻地把他的鸡巴在我脸上磨蹭，到处都是他留下的精水印子。他像某种领地动物一样用他那麝香味在我身上做标记。每次他的龟头蹭过我的嘴唇时，想把他深深含进嘴里的冲动就越来越强。我肯定他听到了我在极力挣扎不再次违抗他时发出的可怜呜咽。这像是一场必输的战斗。我咬住下唇，希望疼痛能分散我的注意力，但当嘴唇向内卷起，碰上我的舌头时，他的前液的味道一下子在我嘴里爆开。我真不该这么做。

我试着做个好孩子。我真的努力了。但一尝到他的味道，我就控制不住自己了。“对不起，丹，”我想，心里已经准备好接受他计划好的任何惩罚。然后我扑了上去。我舔遍了他那多汁滴水的肉棒，从根部到龟头。哦，操，他尝起来像天堂，像汗水和精水和纯粹的男性力量。

我的快感是短暂的。没多一会儿，他就把鸡巴抽走了，他的拳头不偏不倚地砸在我的下巴上。我躺在地上，痛得打滚，想着这他妈肯定要淤青了。

丹从我身上下来，拉上他的短裤盖住鸡巴。他意味深长地叹了口气，问道：“值得吗，死基佬？”我意识到发生了什么，爬下床，跪在他面前，乞求怜悯。

“不，求你了丹，对不起。我会听话的，我保证。求你别停。你说什么我都听！”他低头看着我，出乎意料地平静。你知道吗，就像你爸妈搬出那老一套“我不是生气，我只是失望”，一样。我想经典之所以经典是有原因的，这比我想象中的暴力惩罚要糟糕得多。

“你需要吸取教训。在你学会控制自己之前，这些都没了。”他摸了一下自己的裤裆，“现在回床上去。”我立刻照做。我不知道接下来会发生什么，但如果他再给我一次机会，我会抓住。我躺在床上，紧张地等待着。他从五斗柜里拿出一瓶润滑剂。他跪到我床上，把润滑剂涂在两指上，然后猛地插进了我的身体。

经过假阳具的蹂躏，我的屁眼没怎么反抗。但当他手指在我体内进进出出时，很快就加到了第三根，然后第四根。当他的指关节抵住我的入口，我开始感觉到那种熟悉的疼痛——我的肛门环被撑到了新的极限。我尽量专注于呼吸，他稳步施加压力，直到指关节也“噗”地一声滑了进去。一阵剧痛穿透我的腹部。想到他整只手可能很快就都会塞进我里面，我有点慌了。这一切发生得太快，我完全在他的掌控之下。幸好他停了一会儿，让我喘口气。

“疼吗？”他问，但声音里没什么同情。

我不能对他撒谎，所以我只说：“疼，长官。”

“你想让我停吗？”

我咽了口唾沫。“不，长官。”

“好孩子。”

他低头对我笑了笑，抽出了手，我的眼珠往上翻。丹在手上加了更多润滑剂，然后重新插进来，这次把他拇指也并进来，跟他那楔形的手指一起撑开我那被磨得松垮的屁眼。他开始加快速度，一边插一边转动手，每一次都推进一点点。疼痛越来越剧烈，当他不懈地插进来时，我不由得呻吟起来，但我的鸡巴比铁还硬，随时都会射。我边缘了好几次，能撑到现在简直是奇迹。

随着最后一下推进，丹达到了他的目标。我大叫一声，他的整只手都滑进了我的身体。他低头看着我，眼神狂乱，把他硬邦邦的鸡巴从裤子里拔了出来。他紧紧抓住鸡巴根部，往上撸，同时把拳头从我屁眼里拖出来。一大滴前液从他龟头渗出，加进我那已经弄脏的床单上。

“我知道你想要这根鸡巴插进你的逼里，死基佬。你在违抗我的时候就该想到这一点。”他又撸回下去，跟他拳头插进我痉挛的操穴的节奏一致。我的逼。丹开始加快两边的速度，我发出粗重的喘息和痛苦的呻吟。我不知道自己还能撑多久——要么昏过去，要么射出来，或者两样都来。我快要断线了。

当丹的拳头反复冲击我过度工作的婊子穴时，我用尽了每一丝精神、每一分力气，不向那席卷我全身的高潮快感投降。他的指关节一遍又一遍地刮过我的前列腺，每次都在考验我的忍耐极限。丹用同样的速度撸着他那肿胀的鸡巴，他眼里那疯狂的表情很明显，他也快到边缘了。我躺在床上，在至高的痛苦中扭动，感觉到眼泪顺着脸颊往下流。

突然，好像我内心深处有个开关被拨动了，我知道我已经过了那条无法回头的线。接受命运，我一把抓住我那抽痛、漏水的鸡巴，不顾一切地打起了手枪。我原以为丹会阻止我，但连他自己也到了边缘，太投入了，根本顾不上这是在惩罚我。我完全控制不住自己的身体，快感中痉挛起来，把精液射了自己一身。每次丹的手插进我体内，我的视野就模糊一点，我发出一声整层楼都肯定听见了的尖叫——但这只刺激他插得更狠。丹的鸡巴很快就爆发了，喷射出一股股黏稠的精液，覆盖在我的胸口和脸上，把他对我做的这一切弄得更加一团混乱。

我躺在那里喘气，享受着余韵。丹终于把手从我体内抽了出来。我唯一想做的，就是尝一尝他那又浓又稠的精液。我挖了一点胸口的，贪婪地舔着我的手指。味道跟乔的有点像，但有区别，一种独特而微妙的味道，某种跟丹很搭的味道。他做了个鬼脸，然后又挖了一些刚刚还在我屁眼里搅过的精液，塞进我那迎接他的嘴里。

他尝起来像安慰，像温暖，像满足。

他往我脸上吐了口唾沫，我向他道谢，像个白痴一样咧嘴笑了。

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好了，第三章到此为止。如果你期待更多乔的戏份，抱歉。我本来打算这一章讲丹、乔还有布伦丹的同学，但一写丹，我就觉得他值得拥有一整章。希望你还是喜欢这一章。别担心，乔会在第四章出现。如果运气好的话，不会花 7 年时间。

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