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Filthy College Toilet Sex: Chapter Four

Dan and I didn't say much when it was over. He went back to his side of the room and I lied on the bed for a few minutes catching my breath. Eventually I got up and checked the time on my phone 2

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"Shit. My next class is in twenty minutes, but..." I looked at my bed, the sheets soaked in sweat and cum. Looking down I realized I could say the same thing about myself.

Dan let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm not touching your filthy sheets, but if you throw 'em in the washer I'll dry 'em for you. I've got my own laundry to do, anyway." That last part felt a bit like an accusation but still, the offer was unexpected after wha just happened.

"Thanks, Dan, I really appreciate-"

He grabbed me by the collar and interjected, "But after that YOU'RE doing MY laundry from now on, got it, Fag? Now clean yourself up, you look like shit."

...Yeah, that was more what I expected. This is probably what it would be like between us from now on. Not that I was really complaining. But honestly, it did surprise me a little; not only that he was being nice (kind of), but that he was actually gonna let me get anywhere near his laundry knowing what I'd probably do with it. It was kinda hard to pin down exactly how he felt about this whole thing. I said a quick "Yes, Sir" as Dan gathered up the clothes I'd strewn on the floor. As much as I knew I needed one, there was no time to take a shower. I grabbed a towel from my closet and wiped myself off as best I could. I picked up the toys scattered on the floor and put them away. All except the buttplug.

As sore as I was, it slid into my stretched out asshole fairly easily and that full feeling washed over me once again. I thought about how full I'd feel with Joe's massive cock inside me and my spent dick started twitching back to life. I put on my tightest pair of underwear to make sure the plug stayed in place and threw on a t-shirt and baggy shorts. Then I noticed that Dan was standing there holding his laundry basket, staring at me with an astonished look on his face.

"Are you seriously going out in public like that? You smell like a sleazy hotel room! Christ, man, at least take the fucking dog collar off before you go..." My hand instinctively went to the collar. I had forgotten it was there and now suddenly I was self-conscious about it. I felt a blush rising on my face.

"...I can't," I spoke hesitantly, "It... It's locked."

"Well, where the fuck is the key?"

"...I don't have it."

"You lost it?" I didn't want to answer that. I hoped he wouldn't make me say it, but I could tell his patience was wearing thin.

"Someone else has it." At the admission a feeling of shame started growing in the pit of my stomach. He just stared at me. More than anything I wanted to break eye contact but just like before I couldn't look away. I felt like it would only disappoint him if I did. He was about to say something but instead he just sighed, threw me a can of deodorant, and walked out the door with his laundry. It killed me not knowing what he was thinking. Suddenly I was worried what Joe would think about this, too. It kinda felt like I'd betrayed both of them.

I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. I'd wasted too much time already to stand there brooding over it any longer. I used the deodorant. It didn't really help much, but the smell reminded me of Dan. I gathered my sheets and followed him to the laundry room, threw them in the machine next to his, and left without another word.

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My class was a little over a mile away. This wasn't the first time I'd done this walk while I was a total mess, but it was the first time I'd done it in the middle of the day. There were way more people out and the afternoon heat wasn't doing me any favors. And this time I wasn't heading to the relative solitude of my dorm. No, I was heading to a lecture hall for a class with about 40 or 50 students.

I tried not to think too hard about it. Partly because it worried me, partly because it turned me on and I didn't want my dick to get any harder. As if it even could. I'd started to get used to walking with a plug in my ass but that didn't mean I didn't feel it. Every step was a reminder of what was inside me, what was going to be inside me later.

I kept my eyes low to the ground as I walked, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone I passed. I tried tucking my dog tag into my shirt but every few steps it just slipped right back out again. It wasn't long before I gave up on that. Constantly fidgeting with it was just gonna draw more attention.

Realistically it didn't matter what I did. A lot of people were completely oblivious to me, but anyone who got close enough to smell me had to notice, and it seemed like everytime I looked up I saw someone staring. Glaring, sniffing the air and scowling, whispering something to their friends. I think I even saw someone taking a picture with their phone. Fuck, what was I thinking? I was completely exposed. I don't know if I was sweating more from the heat or the anxiety. My face must have been beet-red, I'd never felt so humiliated in my life. I hated it. Mostly I hated how much I loved it, and how obvious that must've been from the bulge in my pants.

About halfway to my lecture hall I looked up and caught the eye of a guy walking toward me. When he was only a few feet away he grinned and grabbed his crotch. As he walked past I thought about how easily I could turn around and follow him. What's one missed class in the first week? I forced the thought out of my head. It wasn't a good idea; I was quickly learning that I had a bad habit of losing track of time and I didn't want to keep Joe waiting.

A few blocks later I got to a crosswalk just as the light changed. Unfortunately it was a busy street near the central shopping area for the campus. As I waited a crowd formed around me. I just stared at the 'Don't Walk' sign, trying to change it with sheer force of will.

While I was thinking about how I wanted to put some distance between me and this crowd, someone with the distinctly opposite intention started pressing up against me from behind. I looked over my shoulder and behind me was an older man. I'm not sure how old, probably only mid-to-late 30's, but he didn't look like a student. A professor, maybe? He was tall, definitely over 6", and his strong jaw stood out through his salt and pepper beard. His eyes were focused straight ahead like he didn't even see me but it couldn't have been an accident that he was standing so close to me; It wasn't that crowded. I knew for sure when I felt his hand on my ass. Like a switch had flipped in my head, I stopped worrying about anyone else around me and I didn't mind if the light took it's time changing. I didn't even know this man but suddenly it was like I belonged to him. Fuck!

I leaned into him to let him know I was okay with this. It felt unnecessary; he wasn't asking for permission but I still wanted him to know. He slipped his hand under the waistband of my shorts and into my underwear, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on some point across the street. The feeling of his rough, calloused hand against my bare skin sent a shiver down my spine and I felt myself practically melting into him. I found myself wondering if he could tell I had the scent of two other men on me. If he could he didn't seem to mind. His hand grazed against the plug in my boyhole. Leaning against his chest and staring longingly up at him, I saw an almost imperceptible smile as a quiet chuckle escaped his lips but otherwise his face remained stoic. He wrapped his fingers around the base of the toy and started gently playing with it. Working it in and out almost absentmindedly, like the way you'd pet a puppy just enough to appease it when it's begging for your attention. I let out a faint whimper and instinctively bit my lip so I wouldn't do it again. I was so hard, so close to the edge that if he'd just looked down at me I think I might have blown my load right there on the street.

The light changed and he vanished into the crowd leaving me to wonder if I'd ever see him again. As I crossed the street I looked down and saw that my leaking cock had left a noticeable stain on the front of my shorts. As if I needed another thing to try, and fail, to hide. Thankfully it wasn't much further now. I could see the lecture hall just about a block down the street. I thought to myself, 'It'll be good to sit down and just focus on classwork for a little while. Take my mind off of all this.'

Yeah, right.

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I slipped in only a few minutes late, but the class had already started. The professor was going on about some story from Homer's Odyssey. It was a big lecture hall for a class this size; there were at least 5 or 6 rows of empty seats in front of me. Well, mostly empty.

There he was, sitting in more or less the same spot as last time, looking at me with those same deep green eyes. He didn't try to hide it, just openly stared at me as I took a seat a couple spaces to his right. When I sat down the plug pushed deeper into me and I let out a quiet yelp. I looked over to see if he noticed. He was still staring, now with his eyebrows raised and his head cocked to the side. He noticed. I looked away and felt the increasingly familiar heat of blood rushing to my face. It was hard to believe I was still capable of being embarrassed after everything that'd happened, but apparently I was.

I tried to focus on what the professor was saying, but out of the corner of my eye I saw my curious classmate leaning forward and craning his neck. I think he was trying to read my collar. I thought, fuck it, if he's gonna keep staring at me there's no reason I shouldn't check him out. He already caught me looking last time anyway.

Fuck, he was beautiful. He was wearing a muscle cut tank top that barely covered his nipples. Not that it made much difference, the meaty knobs were fully visible through the thin, slightly damp looking cotton. The sides of his hairy pecs were fully on display. When he leaned forward he rested his elbows on the desk in front of him so I could see the thick bush in his armpit, and several beads of sweat tracing dewy lines down the muscles of his bare side. His tank hung loose on his torso so from this angle I got a full view of his six pack abs, covered in a dense coat of fur. I felt my dick and my hole twitching restlessly as I took in the amazing sight of him. It was like every inch of his body demanded to be touched. Stroked. Worshipped.

Then he stood up. Apprehensively, I watched him pick up his stuff and turn in my direction. I was eye level with his crotch and as he walked toward me I saw the outline of his dick and balls bouncing back and forth against his bulky thighs with every step. He was at least semi-hard, and he definitely wasn't wearing anything under those shorts. He took the seat next to me and a few moments of silence passed. I thought I should say something but I was too nervous. I guess he got tired of waiting because he suddenly he pulled the waistband of his shorts down to expose his now fully erect cock to me.

I panicked for a moment. He wanted to do this right here and now, in the middle of class!? My eyes darted around the room to see if anyone was looking but like I said, there was no one else in the back few rows. No one in front was paying us any attention at all, and even if they looked the large floor length desks made sure they wouldn't see anything below our chests. Still, my heart was racing.

I took a good look at his bare cock. It looked like a miniature version of him. It was thick like his well-muscled arms, and just as veiny. It protruded out of a thicket of dark, dense pubes. Man, I wanted to bury my face in them. My eyes traced one of the engorged veins up all 8 inches to where his foreskin was almost completely engulfing what looked like a metal ring. He smiled when he noticed me staring at it and gripped himself just below the head. The smell of unwashed dick hit me almost instantly as he slowly stroked downward, revealing his fat cockhead complete with a Prince Albert piercing in his dicklips to match the one on his face. Only the ring here was much thicker, and coated in the same precum and smegma that covered his swollen, purple head.

As I watched him slowly stroke up and down on his engorged cock, my own ached for release in my pants. I wasn't thinking straight, was going crazy with lust. Fuck, I couldn't believe what I was about to do. I took one last scan around the room to reassure myself that no one was looking, then I made eye contact with him while I pulled down my shorts and tucked the waistband under my balls. He smiled at me and shoved his other hand into his pants and after groping his balls for a few seconds he pulled them out to match my level of exposure. We were in this together now. I started stroking myself as he rolled his heavy nuts through his fingers like an expert contact juggler, pulling and squeezing on his hairy sack every once in a while. I did my best to match his every movement on my own cock and balls, increasing my pace when he did. And when he pulled his hand up to his face and took a deep whiff of his own ball stink, I did the same. He let out a soft moan when I did, obviously just as excited as I was that we were so perfectly in sync. We were both stroking quickly now, our hands flying up and down our shafts as we desperately tried to avoid making another sound. I thought to look around the room to see if we'd been noticed but I couldn't take my eyes off him. There was a sheen of sweat covering his face, and more still dripping down his chest and sides. His now wet tank top clung to his meaty pecs and his nipples looked more erect by the second. He saw me looking at them and slipped his hand under the tank to play with one of the huge flesh-knobs. As he squeezed down he winced in both pain and pleasure. How the fuck could I look away from the show he was putting on for me. The teacher was still droning on so I took it as a cue that the class was unaware of the intense scene playing out in the back row.

I could tell we were both getting close to the point of no return. It was almost too much for me when my sexy classmate plunged his finger into his foreskin. He played with it a bit, running his finger around the head, stretching the wet, pliable skin, toying with that thick-gauge piercing. Then he scooped out a generous helping of dick cheese and precum. As he brought his hand toward his face, it remained connected to his dick in a seemingly unbreakable strand of pure, liquid sex. His eyes never left mine as he greedily shoved his filthy finger into his mouth and sucked it clean.

That's when it became too much for me. I started bucking my hips, forcing my throbbing dick back and forth through my tightly clenched fist, grinding the plug into my prostate every time my ass came down against the seat. I clenched my jaw to keep from screaming as my cock unloaded shot after ropey shot of cum against the underside of my desk. He came with me, still sucking the raunch from his finger. His dick matched mine shot for shot, but when I finished he was still going strong. I watched completely entranced as his piercing caused his dick to spurt cum in multiple directions. I'd never seen anything like it before. He carelessly shot streaks of it up his chest where it soaked into his tank top, some splattered against his desk or down his legs, more still poured out onto the floor, and as his orgasm subsided it flowed in rivers down the length of his still-twitching cock. He was a complete mess and he didn't seem to give a shit. He just leaned back in his seat and smiled at me while he casually licked his gooey spunk off his hand. I wanted to make sure he knew how much everything he did turned me on, so I nervously did the same. Fuck, man, I was crushing hard on this guy.

As I came down from our shared high, I found myself incredibly thankful that there weren't any other students within 20 feet of us. As discreet as we tried to be it felt like a miracle that no one noticed what was happening in the back of the room. I checked the time on my phone. 3

. Class wasn't even half over.

I pulled my pants back up, my dick finally soft for the first time in hours. But his was still hard and he didn't seem to be in a rush to put it away. Eventually he took his phone out of his pocket and began typing something. After a minute he put it down and slid it across the desktop to me. I picked it up, not exactly sure what to expect. On the top of the screen it said "New Contact" and under name he'd typed "Dick Pig".

Seeing it written I felt a torrent of emotions wash over me. Mostly excitement. And the reminder of the dog collar around my neck brought out my submissive side. But to be honest there was also a little shame, apprehension, maybe even fear. Everything I'd done over the last few days was way outside my comfort zone, and what just happened was definitely no exception. But when I looked in his eyes, I didn't see judgement, and I definitely didn't feel any regret. He just looked back at me expectantly, hopefully, while he played with the piercing in his lips with his teeth.

I knew I needed more from him. I resolved that no amount of fear or pointless shame was going to stop me. My fingers slightly trembling, I typed my number in his phone and handed it back to him. He was positively beaming at me. It wasn't long before I felt my own phone vibrating in my pocket. When I took it out, there was a text:

( Good Boy! )

Despite having came twice in only the last couple hours, my spent dick shuddered back to life. Every time I heard those words it was like something clicked in my brain and I sunk deeper into submission. A need to please, to hear them again, welled up in me every time. Reading them apparently had the same effect.

I went to create a new contact and then had a sudden realization: I was falling for this guy and I didn't even know his name. I felt a sharp pang of humiliation, but the feeling passed quickly when I glanced over and saw him smiling hungrily at me, still toying with that lip ring. I loved how he did that. I typed "Pierce" and hit save.

Look, I know it's not the cleverest thing I'd ever come up with but it's the best my lust-addled brain could do under the circumstances. Gimme a break, okay? Anyway, I was still staring at the screen when another couple texts popped up.

( Ready for round 2? Still plenty

of time before that bell rings )

( Why don't you climb under the

desk, Puppy? )

As I stared at 'Pierce's exposed pole, I hesitated for a minute, considering if this wasn't too much for me. We'd already gotten away with so much, but my post-nut clarity was setting in. By the time I'd gotten to class I was going crazy with lust. Now, I couldn't stop thinking about what could happen if we were caught. I could be expelled in the first week of college, and they would almost definitely tell my parents why. Everyone would remember me as the freshman who got caught sucking dick in class. This school wasn't far from my hometown, word could easily spread. Spread just like the semen dripping down the length of Pierce's dick. Like I wanted to spread his full lips open with my tongue and plunge it down his throat while he did the same to me. Wanted to spread my legs and sink that dick deep inside my hole. As terrifying as it was, all these 'What If's did nothing to relieve the pressure building back up in my dick. No, they just made it worse.

From the front of the class I heard the professor talking about how Circe warned Odysseus to avoid the call of the Sirens. It felt like he was speaking directly to me, warning me: Plug your ears, look away, tie yourself down to the mast of your ship if you have to. This temptation will lead only to your doom. But it was too late for me. I'd already heard the call. I took a deep breath, waited till the professor's back was turned, and sank to my knees under the desk. As soon as I did I got a couple more texts, one after another.

( I knew you couldn't resist )

( Lick Master's bone, Puppy )

I eagerly grabbed him at the base of his dick and just before I put the head in my mouth he yanked my hand away and pushed my head back. My first thought was that someone was coming toward us so I moved to get out from under the desk but he blocked my path with his leg. I held still until my phone vibrated again.

( Bad boy! )

I was confused, and maybe a little hurt. I had no idea what I'd done wrong, but I knew I didn't want to get that text again.

( ...I'm sorry? What did I do? )

( It's okay. But I said LICK it. No

hands right now, ok Pup? )

Oh. I guess I didn't realize he meant that literally. Honestly this roleplay stuff was completely new to me. But it didn't bother me; he was into it and at this point I was ready to do whatever he said. And I won't lie, it was starting to turn me on.

I leaned forward and planted my tongue at the base of his dick. His pubes tickled my chin. I felt lightheaded as the smell and taste of his sweat and cum assaulted my senses. I slowly dragged my tongue up his shaft until I reached his piercing, where the warmth of his soft flesh met hard, wet steel. It tasted like heaven, and I wanted more. I swept my tongue all around the ring, gathering up all the smegma and semen clinging to the warm metal. When there was none left I started again from the base of his dick, licking from every possible angle, tasting every inch of him. As my pace quickened I started to drool more and more on his bone. He was dripping with my saliva but I didn't think he'd mind. No, I figured that was exactly what he wanted. Another set of texts confirmed it.

( Good boy )

( My balls too. Slobber on

Master's balls )

I didn't need to be told twice. I buried my head in his crotch, feeling the loose skin of his ballsack conform to my face as I pressed down with my tongue. The smell was stronger here and I fucking loved it. I couldn't get enough. I wanted his scent to linger on me for days. Hell, I'd bottle his sweat and wear it as cologne if he'd let me. Something told me he would if I asked.

I could still hear the professor even here under the desk. It was a constant reminder that there was a class full of people completely oblivious to what me and Pierce were up to, and the more I thought about it, the more excited I became. My ears perked up when I heard him describing a figure from Greek myth named Charybdis; the daughter of Poseidon, cursed by Zues with an unquenchable thirst for saltwater. A trait we apparently shared.

I ravenously devoured Pierce's nuts, sucking both into my mouth and swabbing my tongue against the salty skin over and over until every drop of his sweat was swapped out for my saliva. My phone vibrated again and I did my best to keep his balls in my mouth while I lifted my head just enough so I could see the screen.

( Mmmm I squeezed in a workout

before class. Hope you don't mind

I didn't have time to shower after )

He reached under the desk and started gently stroking the back of my head and FUCK, man! It sent a spark down my neck, along my spine, and all the way to the tip of my cock. As he pet my head I felt waves of comfort and elation wash over my entire body. I didn't know it was possible to feel like this. Before I met this guy I didn't even know this was a thing, but I couldn't pretend I wasn't loving it. It's hard to describe how it made me feel, but every time he gave me a command, every time he referred to himself as 'Master', or me as 'puppy', or 'boy', my dick throbbed and I sank deeper into obedient bliss.

( Yeah, you didn't seem to mind

on Monday ;) Do you like

Master's sweaty balls, Puppy?

Oh god, please tell me you do! )

It's hard to describe but it felt like there was a connection between us. It was like he was reading my mind. He knew everything I wanted, he didn't have to ask me if I liked it. Even still I felt a profound, almost primal, compulsion to answer him. I'd been almost silent until now, but the words poured out into my phone as fast as my fingers could type.

( God, I fucking love them. I want

to taste every inch of your

incredible body, man. Your hairy

pits, your feet. I want to lick your

massive pecs and chew on your

big, fat nipples )

I hesitated again, but only for a moment.

( I want to make out with your

sweaty asshole, dude. Right now.

Please..? )

As I waited for him to read what I sent, I thought maybe I'd gone too far. Hell, it's kinda crazy now that I think back on it. I could tell how much he was into what we were doing but still, somehow I was worried. Every second without a response was like a punch to the gut. He slowly pulled my head back from his crotch and I thought my worst fears were coming true. Until he sank down in his chair bringing his ass off the edge of the seat, and planted his feet against the back of the desk on either side of my head.

( Knock yourself out, Pig )

I didn't waste any time. I yanked his shorts down, lifted his legs, and basked in the sight of his gorgeous ass. Now, I'm not the religious type, but you can bet your bottom dollar I said a silent little prayer to God, Allah, Buddha, Priapus, whatever divine being might have been responsible for bringing me this perfect fucking specimen of a man in front of me. Probably Priapus.

Like everything else about him, his glutes were brawny and covered with a thick layer of dark fur. His stink rose off of them like a miasma, clouding my already compromised judgement. I ran my hands over the enticing globes of his asscheeks feeling the coarse hair, the soft moist skin, and the hard muscle underneath. I sank my fingers into his flesh and used my thumbs to part the twin mounds concealing my ultimate prize. There it was: his beautiful, puckered manhole.

I started by kissing him lightly on the cheek, then as I slowly moved closer to my goal, my kisses grew more forceful. I began to gingerly lick his sweat-dappled skin. I know, out of context it sounds almost romantic. Well actually, in a weird way... it kind of was. As I drew closer to the center, Pierce's natural flavor grew stronger. The taste of old sweat lingered on his hairs as they tickled my tongue. I don't think I could ever properly explain it but the taste of unwashed jock asshole (or practically any other part) drives me absolutely insane. Hell, if you're still with me at this point I'm sure I don't have to explain it to you. By the time my lips reached his tight anal ring and I plunged my tongue into his uncharted depths I felt ready to explode. I couldn't hold back anymore; I started tongue-fucking his hole with reckless abandon. Somehow my exhausted cock was throbbing with a vigor he had no right to have, but he was a fucking trooper. And I was certainly putting him through his paces today.

I thought about reaching into my pants and stroking myself as I sloppily frenched Pierce's ass, but I knew Joe would be waiting for me. I had to save whatever stamina I had left for him. He'd been constantly in the back of my mind since my encounter with Dan this morning. I found myself wondering if he'd approve of all that I'd done today. If he saw me now, tonguing this hot, hairy jock's asshole like an overeager high schooler at his first make-out party - would he be disappointed in me - or proud?

I honestly didn't know, but I couldn't worry about that anymore. I had to focus on what was in front of me. I pushed every other thought out of my head: Joe, Dan, my own desperately throbbing cock, until all I could think of was Pierce's pleasure. Pierce's asshole.

Pierce's cock. It danced with a mind of it's own only a few short inches above my face. I reached up to grab it wondering if he'd stop me again, but as I rapidly beat him off I looked past his dick and I could see he was lost in another world. His eyes were forced shut and he was gritting his teeth, every muscle in his jaw and neck tense with exertion. Both hands were gripping the desk in front of him as he rapidly approached his second climax. I knew what I had to do.

One last time I forced my tongue as deep in his twitching hole as I could, then withdrew it. From there I licked up his crack, across his taint, over the midline of his increasingly taut ballsack, sampling every flavor his crotch had to offer all over again. I continued all the way up his cock, still cradled in my hand, and just as I engulfed him his orgasm began. I felt his cum shooting hard from his urethra into the back of my throat and spurting out from his piercing onto my waiting tongue at the same time. Despite my best efforts to contain it all, some dribbled down my neck. I greedily swallowed and slurped the feast he provided for me and watched his mouth gape open in a silent scream. He opened his eyes and looked at me affectionately, then he moved his hand to the back of my head and pushed me down. I was lost in his pleasure and I offered no resistance as he buried his dick in my mouth.

His 8 inches combined with the metal ring tickling it's way down my throat almost proved too much for me, but I fought off the urge to gag with everything I had and took his cock like a champ. When I finally felt him stop pumping his jizz down my throat I pulled off, but I kept kissing and licking around the base of his piercing. I loved that fucking ring and I needed him to know it.

As he came down Pierce tenderly ran his fingers through my hair. He sat back up in his seat pulling away from my mouth but my hand followed him. I was unwilling to fully part with his waning erection. He picked up his phone from his desk.

( That was fuckin amazing, man!

But you better let go of me. I gotta

go take a piss. Like right now )

I didn't respond, just lunged forward and wrapped my lips tight around his head while I looked him straight in the eyes. He'd figure it out. I watched his face shift from confusion to shock to unadulterated joy in the span of a moment. Then came relief.

I thought I was ready, I really did. But when that hot, golden liquid started surging out of his cock, the force of it caught me off guard. He wasn't kidding, he really had to piss. It sprayed indiscriminately inside me like a broken fire hydrant. My mouth filled faster than I thought possible, and the pressure-washing my throat was getting made me gasp for air. You fucking idiot, Brendan, what am I gonna do with you?

I quickly clamped back down on him and began to swallow for all I was worth. Only a few ounces got out but the damage was done. His piss had flowed down my chin and soaked into my collar and my t-shirt. Some had dripped onto Pierce's pants, too. They weren't soaked but it was definitely noticeable. I didn't have time to worry about that, though; my mouth was filling every couple seconds and he was showing no signs of slowing down.

Pretty soon I got into a rhythm. I had time to focus on the salty, aromatic brew pervading my entire being. I could taste it in my mouth, feel it filling my stomach, smell it drying on my clothes. Pierce's piss didn't taste as strong as Joe's rank concoction, he must drink a lot of water. It was easier to gulp down, but there was no mistaking what it was. It tasted tangy and sour, but something about it was absolutely intoxicating.

Suddenly I heard the sound of a chair scraping against the floor. Pierce tensed. I'm no expert lip reader, but I'm pretty sure I saw him mouth the word 'shit' two or three times. He scrambled for his phone.

( someones coming cant stop )

I heard the sound of shoes scuffing against the floor getting louder with each step. Someone leaving class early, or maybe they had to piss, too. Fuck, the why didn't matter right now! What mattered was that the door was behind us and if they turned around at the right time they'd get a pretty clear view of the lewd act we were currently embroiled in. I'd cornered myself, and there was nothing to do but keep drinking and hope the flow ended soon. What the fuck was I thinking?

Our unwanted visitor came into view as he walked past the desk. He was a preppy guy, you know the type: Starched collar on his fitted shirt, a meticulously styled coif without a hair out of place, and what looked like designer boat shoes on his feet. When he got to the door he stopped. Where he was standing, I could just barely see the side of his face, just barely see him wrinkle his nose as if he smelled something off. If he turned even slightly he'd spot us. I silently begged him not to, to just keep walking. As I downed another mouthful of piss, I realized part of me was excited that he might see us. My cock throbbed as I wondered what he'd look like soaked in Pierce's pungent piss; if there was enough product in his hair to withstand an endless onslaught like the one being unleashed in my mouth. God damnit, Brendan.

I had to remind myself to breath as he finally walked out the door, thank god. Pierce visibly relaxed and over the next 20 seconds or so his stream trickled to a stop. I swallowed the last of it, then shakily climbed back into my seat. I finally had a moment to think and my mind was going a mile a minute. I was trying to come to terms with the fact that I just let a stranger piss in my mouth, and I was almost caught doing it. Hell, let him? I didn't really give him a choice, did I? I was growing more and more concerned lately that I was losing control of myself. I didn't even know this guy's name! Then, as if he had a private window into my head, 'Pierce' spoke up.

"The name's Jason, by the way." Fantastic, I knew his name now. Nothing to be concerned about. Ha! All I could manage to say back was a timid "Brendan." Jason smiled at me again. God, I loved that smile. It went a long way towards calming me down. Dan would probably never smile at me like that.

Jason quickly scanned the room, then he grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me into a kiss, catching me completely off guard. His tongue explored my mouth and I wondered how much of himself he could taste on me. Apparently not enough, because he broke away and moved down to suck on a wet patch of my collar where his piss and cum had soaked in. Another thing Dan would never do; I doubt Joe would either.

He let go of me and I sank back into my seat while he put his wilting dick away. It felt as if the world was slowly turning back to normal as I listened to our professor unfold the story of Zeus destroying Homer's ship for slaughtering the sun-god's cattle. Real fire and brimstone, doom and gloom kind of stuff. None of that for me though, it was starting to look like I'd survived my odyssey unscathed.

But then the door opened and the preppy guy from earlier walked back in. And I didn't give him a second thought until he stopped dead in his tracks just a couple feet past me. He turned around and looked at me with a confused expression on his face. When I met his gaze he narrowed his eyes and recoiled slightly. It suddenly dawned on me that he'd walked past an empty seat just a couple minutes ago, but now here I was sitting next to Jason, both our faces flush with sweat. My hair was probably a total mess, we must have reaked of sex, there was cum and piss soaking into our clothes, and I was wearing a bright pink dog collar around my neck engraved with the words "Dick Pig."

Fuck.

I looked over to Jason for help, but I don't know what I expected. His eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open but I could still see a hint of a smile on his lips; that motherfucker was enjoying this. Our fashionable interloper was about to say something but thankfully the bell rang and I took the opportunity to make my escape.

As I practically ran for the exit, I stopped and turned when I heard Jason say, "See you Friday, Bren." He smiled at me like we were old friends, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. I stared at him with a stupid look on my face, turned around and walked out the door.

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So that's chapter 4...

Alright, put down your pitchforks and torches. I know I promised more Joe, and it is coming. But I'm sorry, Jason just turned out to be too fucking hot, blame him. This was originally gonna be a short scene, just a simple blowjob in class, maybe a page or two, then Bren would move on to Joe. But while I was writing, inspiration struck unexpectedly and hard. So beyond Joe being absolutely, without a doubt, the next scene (I've already started writing it), I'm gonna try to stop making specific promises about what's to come in future chapters. Best laid plans and all that. Honestly, I think I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. I always love to hear thoughts from readers, though.

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 be my next source of inspiration. Feel free to email me at [email protected]

If you're still with me, one last thing: I love this fucking website. If you're anything like me you've probably blown more loads than you can count reading the awesome stuff in the Nifty Archive. If you've never considered donating to the amazing people who run this site, please consider it now. If this site ever closes down it'll be a very sad day, but I hope it won't be any time soon.

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Thanks for reading, and especially thanks for all the messages and support! -Bren

肮脏的大学厕所性爱 - 第四章

作者： Brendan Shelton
发布时间： 2019-09-19T23:03

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字数： 7486
来源： [[https://new.nifty.org/stories/filthy-college-toilet-sex-75501/4]]

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肮脏的大学厕所性爱：第四章

事情结束后，丹和我都没怎么说话。他回到自己那边，我在床上躺了几分钟喘气。然后我起来看了看手机时间——2

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“操。下节课还有二十分钟，但是……”我看着自己的床，床单上全是汗和精液。低头一看，我自己也是一样。

丹发出一声无奈的叹息。“我不想碰你那脏床单，但你要是把它们扔进洗衣机，我可以帮你烘干。反正我自己也要洗衣服。”最后那句听起来有点像指责，但经历了刚才发生的事，这个提议还是出乎我的意料。

“谢了，丹，我真的很感激——”

他抓住我的衣领打断道：“但从此以后，你得帮我洗衣服，听明白了没，死基佬？现在去把自己弄干净，你看起来像个屎样。”

……对，这才是我预料中的反应。这大概就是以后我们之间的相处模式了。我倒也不是在抱怨。但说实话，还是有点让我意外；他不仅对我（算是）好了，而且还真的让我碰他的衣服，明知道我会拿它们干什么。这事让我有点搞不清他到底是怎么想的。我赶紧说了句“是，长官”，丹则把我扔了一地的衣服捡起来。我知道自己需要洗个澡，但没时间了。我从衣柜里抓了条毛巾，尽量把自己擦干净。我把散落在地上的玩具捡起来收好——除了那个肛塞。

虽然我的屁眼还很疼，但那个肛塞还是挺容易地滑进了我已经被操松的洞里，那种被填满的感觉又涌了上来。我想着乔那根巨大的鸡巴插进我体内的时候会有多满，我那已经射过的鸡巴又开始抽搐着恢复生机了。我穿上了最紧的内裤，确保肛塞不会掉出来，然后套了一件 T 恤和宽松的短裤。这时候我发现丹正站在那儿，手里拿着洗衣篮，脸上带着震惊的表情盯着我。

“你他妈的就这样出门？你闻起来像个廉价的旅馆房间！老天，大哥，至少把那狗项圈摘了再走……”我的手本能地摸向项圈。我忘了它还戴着，现在突然觉得很不自在。我感觉自己的脸在发烫。

“……我摘不了，”我犹豫地说，“它……锁上了。”

“那钥匙他妈在哪儿？”

“……我没有。”

“你弄丢了？”我不想回答这个问题。我希望他别再问了，但他的耐心显然快磨没了。

“钥匙在别人那儿。”说出这句话的时候，一种羞耻感在我胃里翻涌。他只是盯着我。我特别想移开视线，但跟之前一样，我做不到。我觉得如果移开视线，只会让他失望。他正要说什么，但只是叹了口气，扔给我一罐止汗露，然后抱着衣服走出了门。我不知道他在想什么，这让我很难受。我突然也担心起乔会怎么想。感觉像是背叛了他们俩。

我把这个念头压到脑后。我已经浪费了太多时间，不能站在那儿继续发呆了。我用止汗露喷了喷，没什么太大用处，但那味道让我想起了丹。我抓起床单，跟着他去了洗衣房，把床单扔进他旁边那台洗衣机里，然后一句话没说就走了。

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我的课在大概一英里之外。这已经不是我第一次一身狼狈地走这段路了，但却是第一次在大白天这么做。外面的人多得多，午后的高温也让我更难受。而且这次我不是回宿舍那相对僻静的地方。不，我是去一个能容纳四五十人的阶梯教室上课。

我尽量不去多想。一部分是因为担心，一部分是因为这让我兴奋，我不想让鸡巴再硬起来。好像它还能再硬似的。我已经开始习惯屁眼里塞着肛塞走路了，但这不代表我没感觉。每走一步都在提醒我体内有什么东西，以及等会儿会有什么插进来。

我低着头走路，尽量避开和任何人对视。我试着把狗牌塞进 T 恤里，但每走几步它又滑出来。我很快就放弃了。老去摆弄它只会更引人注意。

事实上，不管我怎么做都没区别。很多人根本没注意到我，但任何离得够近、能闻到我身上味道的人都肯定会注意到。而且似乎每当我抬头，都能看见有人在盯着我——瞪着眼，皱着鼻子闻空气，然后皱着眉头，跟朋友窃窃私语。我好像还看见有人拿手机拍了张照片。操，我到底在想什么？我完全暴露了。我不知道自己流的汗是因为热还是因为焦虑。我的脸肯定红得像猪肝，我他妈这辈子从没这么丢人过。我恨死这种感觉了。但我更恨自己有多喜欢这种感觉，以及我裤裆里那鼓包肯定已经出卖了我。

走到一半的时候，我抬头看见一个朝我走来的男生。他离我只有几英尺远的时候，咧嘴一笑，抓住了自己的裤裆。他走过去的时候，我在想，我完全可以转身跟着他走。第一周缺一节课又怎样？我强迫自己把这个念头甩出脑海。这想法不好；我很快就发现，自己有个坏毛病，就是容易忘记时间，我可不想让乔等着。

过了几个街区，我走到一个路口，正好红灯亮了。不幸的是，这是校园中心购物区附近一条繁忙的街道。等红灯的时候，我身边聚了一群人。我只能盯着那个“禁止通行”的标志，试图用意念让它快点变绿。

我正想着怎么拉开和这群人的距离，突然有人从后面贴了上来，显然跟我相反。我回头一看，身后是个年纪大点的男人。我不确定他多大，可能也就三十五六岁，但看着不像学生。也许是教授？他很高，肯定超过一米八，他那灰白的胡须衬托出他硬朗的下巴。他的眼睛直视前方，好像根本没看见我，但他站得离我这么近，绝不可能是巧合——周围没那么挤。当他的手放到我屁股上的时候，我就确定不是巧合了。就像我脑子里的开关被拨动了一样，我不再担心周围有没有人注意我，也不在乎红灯还要多久才变了。我甚至不认识这个男人，但突然之间，我就像属于他了一样。操！

我朝他靠过去，让他知道我不介意。这感觉没什么必要；他根本没在征求我的同意，但我还是想让他知道。他把手滑进我短裤的腰带里，伸进内裤，全程视线一直盯着街对面的某个点。他那粗糙、长满老茧的手碰到我裸露皮肤的一瞬间，一道电流沿着我的脊椎直窜下去，我感觉自己简直要融化在他身上了。我发现自己开始想知道，他能不能闻出我身上其他两个男人的味道。就算能，他好像也不在乎。他的手擦过我屁眼里的肛塞。我靠在他胸口贪婪地抬头看着他，看见他嘴角浮现出一丝几乎察觉不到的笑意，一声轻笑从他嘴唇里漏出来，但他脸上其余部分依然毫无表情。他握住玩具的根部，开始轻轻玩弄它，几乎像是心不在焉地把它推进推出，就像你逗一只趴在你脚边乞求关注的小狗时，随便摸两下敷衍它一样。我发出一声微弱呜咽，本能地咬住嘴唇，免得再出声。我太硬了，离高潮太近了，如果他那时候低头看我一眼，我觉得自己当场就会射在街上。

绿灯亮了，他消失在人海中，只留下我在想，这辈子还能不能再见到他。我过马路的时候低头一看，我那漏水的鸡巴已经在短裤前面留下了一块明显的湿痕。好像我还需要再多一件要藏却藏不住的事情似的。幸好离教学楼不远了。我能看到阶梯教室就在街对面再过一个街区。我心想：“坐下来专心听会儿课也好，让我暂时忘掉这一切。”

是啊，说得好像真的能一样。

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我只迟到了几分钟溜进去，但课已经开始了。教授正在讲《奥德赛》里的某个故事。教室很大，比班容量大得多；我前面至少空着五六排座位。嗯，基本上空着。

他就在那儿，坐在和上次差不多的位置，用那双同样深邃的绿眼睛看着我。他毫不掩饰，就那样直勾勾地盯着我，我在他右边隔了几个座位坐下。我坐下的时候，肛塞往深处顶了一下，我轻轻叫了一声。我转头看他有没有注意到。他还在盯着我，只是挑了挑眉，头歪向一边。他注意到了。我移开视线，感觉到血往脸上涌——这种越来越熟悉的感觉又来了。经历了这么多事之后，我居然还能感到尴尬，真是难以置信，但显然我还能。

我试着集中注意力听教授讲课，但眼角的余光看见我那好奇的同学正前倾身体，伸着脖子。我觉得他是在努力看清我的项圈。我心想，去他妈的，要是他一直盯着我看，我干嘛不也好好看看他呢。反正上次他就已经逮到我了。

操，他真他妈好看。他穿着一件紧身背心，勉强盖住乳头。不过也没多大区别，那肉嘟嘟的乳头隔着那薄薄的、看起来有点湿的棉布看得一清二楚。他毛茸茸的胸肌侧面完全露在外面。他往前倾的时候，胳膊肘撑在前面的桌子上，我能看见他腋窝里那丛浓密的毛，还有几滴汗珠在他裸露的侧腰肌肉上画出水淋淋的线。他的背心松松地挂在身上，从这个角度我能完整地看到他六块腹肌，覆盖着厚厚的体毛。看着眼前这美景，我感觉自己的鸡巴和屁眼都在不安分地抽搐。他身上的每一寸都在呼唤着被触碰、被抚摸、被崇拜。

然后他站了起来。我忐忑地看着他收拾东西，朝我走来。我的视线和他的裤裆齐平，他朝我走过来的时候，我看见他的鸡巴和蛋的轮廓随着每一步在他粗壮的大腿之间来回晃动。他至少半硬着，而且他短裤里肯定什么都没穿。他在我旁边坐下，沉默了几秒钟。我想我应该说什么，但我太紧张了。大概是他等得不耐烦了，突然他把短裤腰带往下一拉，把他已经完全勃起的鸡巴露在我面前。

我慌了一瞬间。他想在这儿、现在，在上课的时候搞？！我环顾教室，看看有没有人看过来，但就像我说的，后面几排没有其他人。前面的人完全没有注意我们，就算他们转头看，那些落地式的大桌子也能保证他们看不到我们胸口以下。尽管如此，我的心还是怦怦直跳。

我好好看了看他那赤裸的鸡巴。它看起来像他的缩小版。跟他肌肉发达的手臂一样粗，青筋暴起，从一丛浓密的黑色阴毛里伸出来。老天，我想把脸埋进那丛毛里。我的目光顺着其中一根肿胀的青筋往上，划过整整八英寸，到他那包皮几乎完全包裹住的地方——里面好像有一个金属环。他注意到我在盯着看，咧嘴一笑，握住了龟头下方。当我看到他慢慢往下撸，露出他那肥大的龟头，上面带着一个和嘴唇上匹配的王子阿尔伯特穿刺时，没洗过的鸡巴的味道几乎瞬间扑到我脸上。只不过这里的环要粗得多，上面涂满了精液和包皮垢——和他那肿胀的紫龟头上一样。

看着他慢慢上下抚摸他那肿胀的鸡巴，我自己的在裤子里胀得难受。我脑子已经不清醒了，被欲望逼疯了。操，我不敢相信我接下来要做什么。我最后一次扫视教室，确认没人注意，然后和他对视着，一边拉下自己的短裤，把腰带塞到睾丸下面。他对我笑了笑，另一只手伸进自己裤子里，揉了几下蛋，然后也掏了出来，跟我一样暴露着。现在我们是一条船上的了。我开始撸自己，他则像个专业杂耍师一样用手指揉搓他那沉甸甸的蛋，时不时拉扯揉捏他那毛茸茸的阴囊。我尽量跟上他的每一个动作，他加快速度的时候我也加快。当他把手举到脸前，深深吸了一口自己睾丸的臭味时，我也照做了。他发出一声低沉的呻吟，显然发现我们如此同步让他也兴奋不已。我们俩现在都撸得飞快，手在自己的茎身上上下翻飞，拼命忍住不发出任何声音。我想过看看周围有没有人发现我们，但我已经无法把视线从他身上移开了。他脸上覆盖着一层薄薄的汗水，更多的汗正顺着他的胸口和身侧往下淌。他湿透的背心紧贴在他肉乎乎的胸口上，乳头看起来一秒比一秒硬。他看到我在看，就把手伸进背心里，开始玩弄其中一个巨大的肉疙瘩。他用力捏下去的时候，既疼又爽地皱了一下脸。操，他为我献上的这场表演，我怎么可能移得开眼？老师还在前面喋喋不休，我把它当作信号——教室里没人注意到后排正在上演的这场激情戏。

我能看出来我们俩都快要到无法回头的地步了。我几乎快要受不了了，这时候我那性感的同学把他的一根手指插进了包皮里。他在里面玩了一会儿，用手指绕着龟头转，拉伸着那湿漉漉、柔软的皮肤，玩弄那根粗环。然后他挖了一大坨包皮垢和精液出来。当他把手举到脸前时，手指和鸡巴之间还连着一条似乎永不断裂的纯液态性爱的丝线。他的眼睛一直没离开我，贪婪地把那根脏手指塞进嘴里，吸得干干净净。

那一刻，我彻底扛不住了。我开始挺腰，强行让自己胀痛的鸡巴在我紧握的拳头里来回抽动，每次屁股落在座位上都会把肛塞压到前列腺上。我咬紧牙关，以免尖叫出声，同时鸡巴往桌子底下喷出一股又一股浓稠的精液。他也和我一起射了，还在吸他手指上的脏东西。他的鸡巴和我的一股接一股地喷，但我射完的时候他还在劲头上。我完全被迷住了，看着他那穿刺导致他的精液朝好几个方向喷射。我以前从没见过这种东西。他毫不在意地让精液喷到自己胸口上，浸透了背心，一些溅到桌子上或顺着腿往下淌，更多的流到地板上。高潮结束后，精液顺着他那还在抽搐的鸡巴往下流成河。他完全是一团糟，但他看起来毫不在乎。他只是往后一靠，对我笑了笑，同时随意地舔着自己手上的黏糊精液。我想确保他知道他做的一切让我有多兴奋，所以我紧张地也照做了。操，大哥，我简直迷上这家伙了。

从我们共同的高潮中回过神来，我发现自己无比庆幸我们周围 20 英尺内没有其他学生。我们尽可能地隐蔽了，但没人注意到教室后面发生了什么，简直像奇迹。我看了一眼手机——3

。课连一半都还没上完。

我把裤子拉回去，鸡巴终于第一次在几个小时里软了下来。但他的还是硬的，而且他似乎也不急着收起来。过了一会儿，他掏出手机开始打字。一分钟后，他把手机放到桌上，滑到我面前。我拿起来，不太确定会看到什么。屏幕上方写着“新联系人”，名字那一栏他打了“Dick Pig”。

看到这几个字，我心头涌上一阵复杂的情绪。主要是兴奋。脖子上的狗项圈提醒了我，让我更想服从了。但说实话，也有一点羞耻、不安，甚至恐惧。过去几天我做的一切都远远超出了我的舒适区，刚才发生的事也绝对不例外。但我看着他的眼睛，没看到任何评判，也绝对没有任何后悔。他只是期待地、充满希望地看着我，一边用牙齿咬着嘴唇上的环。

我知道我需要从他身上得到更多。我下定决心，不管恐惧还是毫无意义的羞耻，都阻止不了我。手指微微颤抖着，我把我的号码输进他手机里，还了回去。他笑逐颜开地看着我。没过多久，我感觉到自己手机在口袋里震动。我拿出来一看，是一条短信：

（ 好孩子！ ）

尽管过去几个小时里已经射了两次，我那疲惫的鸡巴又颤抖着活了过来。每次听到这几个字，就像脑子里有个开关被拨动了，我沉入更深的服从。一种想要取悦、想再听到那几个字的渴望在我心中升起。看来光是读到这几个字也有同样的效果。

我正要创建一个新联系人，突然意识到：我已经迷上这家伙了，却连他叫什么都不知道。一阵尖锐的羞辱感袭来，但当我转头看见他正饥渴地对我笑着，还在玩那唇环时，那感觉很快就过去了。我喜欢他那样。我输入“Pierce”，然后保存。

好吧，我知道这不是我想出来的最有创意的名字，但这是我那被欲望冲昏的脑子在当时情况下能想出的最好主意了。别对我要求太高好吗？不管怎样，我还在盯着屏幕看，又收到了几条短信。

（ 准备好第二轮了吗？离下课铃

响还有不少时间 ）

（ 你为什么不钻到桌子底

下来呢，小狗？ ）

我盯着 Pierce 那暴露的鸡巴犹豫了一会儿，想了想这是不是太过头了。我们已经逃过了那么多，但我的贤者模式正在启动。我来上课的时候已经被欲望逼疯了。现在，我忍不住想万一被抓住会怎么样。我可能会在大学第一周就被开除，而且他们肯定会告诉我爸妈原因。所有人都会记得我，那个在课堂上被抓住吸鸡巴的新生。这学校离我家不远，消息很容易就会传开。就像顺着 Pierce 鸡巴往下淌的精液一样传开。就像我多想用舌头把他那饱满的嘴唇撬开，伸进他喉咙里，而他也同样对我一样。我多想张开双腿，让那根鸡巴深深埋进我的洞里。虽然很可怕，但这些“万一”的念头并没有缓解我鸡巴里重新积聚的压力。不，反而让情况更糟了。

教室前面，教授正在讲喀耳刻如何警告奥德修斯远离塞壬的召唤。我感觉他像是在直接对我说话，在警告我：捂住你的耳朵，别去看，如果有必要就让人把你绑在桅杆上。这个诱惑只会引你走向毁灭。但对我来说已经太晚了。我已经听到了那召唤。我深吸一口气，等教授转过身去，然后跪倒在桌子底下。我刚跪下，又接连收到几条短信。

（ 我就知道你忍不住 ）

（ 舔主人的鸡巴，小狗 ）

我急切地握住他鸡巴的根部，刚把龟头放进嘴里，他就一把拉开我的手，把我的头往后推。我第一反应是有人走过来了，所以想从桌子底下钻出来，但他伸腿挡住了我。我保持不动，直到手机再次震动。

（ 坏孩子！ ）

我有点困惑，也许还有点受伤。我不知道自己哪里做错了，但我知道我不想再收到那样的短信了。

（ ……对不起？我怎么了？ ）

（ 没关系。但我说的是舔。

现在不许用手，明白吗，小狗？ ）

哦。我猜我没意识到他真的是那个意思。说实话，对我来说角色扮演这东西完全是新鲜的。但我不介意；他很投入，而且这会儿我已经准备好他说什么我都听了。不骗你，这开始让我兴奋起来了。

我俯下身，把舌头贴在他鸡巴的根部。他的阴毛搔着我的下巴。他汗味和精液的味道冲击着我的感官，我感觉有点头晕。我慢慢把舌头沿着他的茎身往上拖，直到他穿刺的位置——他柔软的肌肤和坚硬湿冷的钢铁交汇处。那味道像天堂，我还想要更多。我绕着环扫了一圈，把黏在温热金属上的所有包皮垢和精液都收集起来。等没有了，我又从鸡巴根部开始，从各个角度舔他，品尝他身上的每一寸。我加快速度，口水越来越多地流到他的鸡巴上。他浑身都是我的唾液，但我觉得他不会介意的。不，我觉得这正是他想要的。又一条短信证实了这一点。

（ 好孩子 ）

（ 还有我的蛋。把口水涂

满主人的蛋 ）

我不需要他说两遍。我把脸埋进他的裤裆里，感觉到他蛋袋上松弛的皮肤随着我舌头的按压而紧贴我的脸。这里的味道更浓，我他妈爱死这味道了。我怎么要都不够。我想让他的味道在我身上停留好几天。操，如果他允许，我会把他的汗装瓶当香水用。我有种感觉，如果我开口问，他会答应的。

即使在桌子底下，我也还能听见教授的声音。这不断提醒我，教室里有一大群学生，完全不知道我和 Pierce 在做什么，而我越想这事就越兴奋。我竖起耳朵，听见他正在描述希腊神话里的一个角色——卡律布狄斯，波塞冬的女儿，被宙斯诅咒永远无法满足对海水的渴望。看来我们显然有相同的特质。

我贪婪地吃掉 Pierce 的蛋，把两个都含进嘴里，用舌头在咸滋滋的皮肤上来回扫荡，直到他每一滴汗都被我的口水替换掉。手机又震动了，我尽量保持蛋还在嘴里，同时抬头看了看屏幕。

（ 唔，我上课前抽空去健了身。希

望你不介意我没来得及洗澡 ）

他伸手到桌子底下，开始轻轻抚摸我的后脑勺，操他妈的，大哥！那感觉像一道火花从我的脖子一路窜下去，顺着脊椎直到鸡巴顶端。他摸着我头的时候，一股舒适和狂喜的浪潮席卷了我全身。我不知道人居然可以有这种感觉。在我遇到这家伙之前，我甚至不知道还有这种事，但我不能假装我不喜欢。很难形容那感觉，但每次他给我指令，每次他自称“主人”，或者叫我“小狗”、“男孩”，我的鸡巴就会抽动，我就会更深地沉入顺从的极乐中。

（ 是啊，星期一的时候你好像也

不介意嘛 ;) 你喜欢主人汗津津

的蛋吗，小狗？哦老天，求求你告诉我你喜欢！ ）

很难描述，但感觉我们之间有某种联系。他就像能读懂我的心思。他知道我想要什么，根本不用问我喜不喜欢。即便如此，我还是有一种深沉的、几乎是原始的冲动要回答他。到现在为止我几乎没出声，但那些字句以我手指能打出的最快速度涌进了手机里。

（ 老天，我他妈爱死它们了。我想

品尝你身体每一寸的滋味。你毛

茸茸的腋窝，你的脚。我想舔你

那巨大的胸肌，啃你那大肥乳头 ）

我又犹豫了一下，但只是一瞬间。

（ 我想跟你那汗湿的屁眼舌吻。

现在。求你了……？ ）

我等着他看我发送的消息，心想也许我说得太过了。操，现在回想起来确实挺疯狂的。我知道他很投入我们在做的事，但我还是担心。没收到回复的每一秒钟都像打在胃里的一拳。他慢慢地把我的头从他裤裆里拉出来，我以为我最担心的事发生了。直到他往椅子里沉下去，把屁股从座位边缘抬起来，双脚踩在桌子两端我头两侧的位置。

（ 别客气，鸡巴猪 ）

我没浪费任何时间。我一把拉下他的短裤，抬起他的腿，沉醉在他那绝美屁股的景色中。我不是什么虔诚的人，但你可以打赌，我在心里默默向神、安拉、佛陀、普里阿普斯，以及任何可能将这具完美的男人标本放在我面前的不知名神灵祈祷。可能主要是普里阿普斯。

跟他身上的其他部位一样，他的臀肌结实有力，覆盖着一层浓密的黑毛。那骚臭味像瘴气一样从他身上升起，模糊了我本就不清醒的判断。我的手抚摸着他那诱人的屁股蛋，感受着粗糙的毛发、柔软湿润的皮肤，以及底下坚硬的肌肉。我的手指陷进他的肉里，用拇指分开那两座藏着终极奖赏的肉丘。就在那儿：他那漂亮、皱巴巴的屁眼。

我先是轻轻吻了吻他的脸颊，然后慢慢靠近目标，吻越来越用力。我开始小心翼翼地舔他那布满汗珠的皮肤。我知道，脱离这场景听起来几乎有点浪漫。好吧，其实以某种奇怪的方式……确实是有点浪漫的。当我靠近中心时，Pierce 本来的味道越来越浓。他汗毛上的陈年汗味搔着我的舌头。我想我永远无法恰当解释这种味道，但没洗过的运动直男屁眼（或者几乎其他任何部位）的味道会让我完全失控。操，如果你能看到这儿，我相信我也不用跟你解释了。当我的嘴唇终于触到他紧致的肛环，把舌头探入他那未知的深处时，我感觉自己快要爆炸了。我再也忍不住了，开始像疯了一样用舌头操他的屁眼。不知怎么的，我那疲惫不堪的鸡巴竟然以本不应有的活力在搏动，但操他妈的它真是个战士。而我今天肯定在狠狠操练它。

我想过伸手进裤子里，一边稀里糊涂地跟 Pierce 的屁眼舌吻一边撸自己，但我知道乔在等我。我得把剩下的精力留给他。自从早上和丹那场遭遇之后，乔就一直在我脑海深处挥之不去。我发现自己想知道他是否会赞成我今天所做的一切。如果他看见现在的我，正像第一次接吻派对上过度热情的高中生一样用舌头操着这个热辣多毛的运动直男的屁眼——他会对我失望，还是骄傲？

我真的不知道，但我不能再担心这个了。我得专注于眼前的事。我把其他所有念头都推出脑海：乔，丹，我自己那拼命搏动的鸡巴，直到我脑子里只剩下 Pierce 的快感。Pierce 的屁眼。

Pierce 的鸡巴。它就在我脸上方几英寸处，像有自己的意志一样舞动着。我伸手去抓它，想知道他会不会再次阻止我，但我快速撸着他的同时，目光越过他的鸡巴，看见他已经迷失在另一个世界里。他紧闭双眼，咬着牙，下巴和脖子上每一块肌肉都因为用力而紧绷着。他双手紧抓着面前的桌子，迅速逼近第二次高潮。我知道我该怎么做。

最后一次，我尽可能地把舌头深深插进他那抽搐的屁眼里，然后拔出来。然后我一路往上舔，经过他的股沟，越过会阴，横过他越来越紧绷的蛋袋的中线，重新品尝了他裤裆提供的每一种味道。我继续往上，直到他鸡巴的顶端，那根鸡巴还握在我手里。我一口含住它的时候，他的高潮开始了。我感觉到他的精液从他尿道里猛烈地射进我喉咙深处，同时从他穿刺的环里喷到我等待的舌头上。尽管我尽力想接住所有，但还是有一些顺着我脖子流下来。我贪婪地吞咽、吸吮着他为我提供的盛宴，看着他的嘴大张着，无声地尖叫。他睁开眼睛，充满爱意地看着我，然后把我的手放到我后脑勺上，把我按下去。我迷失在他的快感里，毫无抵抗地任由他把鸡巴埋进我嘴里。

他那 8 英寸加上金属环一路搔着我喉咙的感觉几乎让我受不了，但我拼尽全力忍住干呕的冲动，像个冠军一样把他的鸡巴吞了下去。当我终于感觉他停止往我喉咙里泵精时，我拔出来，但继续亲吻舔舐着他环的根部。我他妈爱死那环了，我需要他知道。

高潮过后，Pierce 温柔地用手指梳理着我的头发。他坐回座位上，离开了我的嘴，但我的手跟着他。我不愿意完全放弃他那渐渐软下去的鸡巴。他从桌上拿起手机。

（ 太他妈爽了，大哥！但你最好放

开我。我得去撒尿。就现在 ）

我没有回复，只是往前一扑，紧紧含住他的龟头，直视着他的眼睛。他会明白的。我看着他的脸在瞬间从困惑变成震惊，然后变成纯粹的快乐。然后就是解脱。

我以为我准备好了，我真的准备好了。但当那滚烫的金色液体开始从他鸡巴里涌出时，那股冲力打得我措手不及。他没开玩笑，他真的憋了一泡尿。那液体像坏掉的消防栓一样在我嘴里乱喷。我的嘴以我不敢想象的速度被灌满，而我的喉咙被冲刷得让我喘不上气。你他妈的白痴，布伦丹，我该拿你怎么办？

我迅速重新夹紧嘴，开始拼命吞咽。只有几盎司漏了出来，但伤害已经造成了。他的尿顺着我的下巴流下来，浸透了我的项圈和 T 恤。还有一些滴到了 Pierce 的裤子上。不算湿透，但绝对看得出来。不过我没时间担心那个了；我的嘴每几秒就被灌满，而他完全没有要停下来的迹象。

很快我就找到了节奏。我有时间专注于那咸滋滋、芳香四溢的酿造物笼罩着我的全身。我能尝到嘴里的味道，感觉到它填满我的胃，闻到它在我衣服上变干的味道。Pierce 的尿没有乔那骚臭味的混合物那么浓，他肯定喝了很多水。更容易咽下去，但毫无疑问它是什么。尝起来有点酸又有点咸，但有种东西让它绝对令人陶醉。

突然我听到椅子刮过地板的声音。Pierce 绷紧了。我不擅长读唇语，但我很确定我看见他说了两次“操”。他手忙脚乱地拿起手机。

（ 有人来了 我不能停 ）

我听到鞋蹭地板的声音越来越大，每一步都在靠近。有人在提前离开教室，或者也许他们也憋着尿。操，原因现在不重要了！重要的是门在我们后面，如果他们在合适的时间回头，就会相当清楚地看到我们正在进行中的下流勾当。我把自己逼进了死胡同，除了继续喝、希望那尿流快点结束之外，别无选择。我他妈当时在想什么？

我们不请自来的访客在我们桌子旁边走过时进入了视线。他是个装逼男，你知道那种类型：合身衬衫上的硬挺衣领，精心打理的发型一丝不乱，脚上穿着看起来像是名牌船鞋。他走到门口停下。从他站的位置，我只能勉强看到他的侧脸，勉强看到他皱起鼻子，好像闻到了什么不对劲的味道。如果他哪怕稍微转一下头，就会看见我们。我默默地求他别转，继续走。我又咽下一大口尿，意识到自己有一部分其实希望他能看见我们。我的鸡巴抽搐着，脑子里想着，如果他浑身被 Pierce 那刺鼻的尿浇透，会是怎样一副景象；他那发型里得有多少发胶才能承受住像我嘴里正承受的这股无穷无尽的冲击。操你妈的布伦丹。

我不得不提醒自己呼吸，因为他终于走出去了，感谢老天。Pierce 明显放松下来，在接下来的 20 秒左右，他的尿流逐渐停止。我咽下最后一口，然后颤抖着爬回座位上。我终于有了片刻思考的时间，而我的脑子正飞速运转。我正在试图接受一个事实：我刚让一个陌生人在我嘴里撒尿，而且差点被抓住。操，“让”他？我根本没给他选择，对吧？我越来越担心自己正在失控。我甚至不知道这家伙的名字！然后，好像他有一扇能窥见我内心的窗户，Pierce 开口了。

“我叫杰森，顺便一提。”太好了，我知道他的名字了。没什么好担心的了。哈！我唯一能回敬的就是怯生生的一句“布伦丹”。杰森又对我笑了笑。老天，我爱死那个笑容了。它让我平静了很多。丹大概永远不会那样对我笑。

杰森飞快地扫视了一下教室，然后抓住我的衬衫，把我拉进一个吻，完全出乎我的意料。他的舌头探索着我的嘴，我在想他能从我身上尝到多少他自己的味道。显然还不够，因为他松开我，低头吸吮我项圈上一块湿痕——那是他的尿和精液浸透的地方。丹永远不会做这种事；我怀疑乔也不会。

他放开我，我瘫回座位里，他则把那渐渐萎靡的鸡巴收起来。感觉世界正慢慢恢复正常，我听教授讲述着宙斯因为奥德修斯的手下宰杀太阳神的牛而摧毁了他的船。那种真正的硫磺烈火、末日审判之类的内容。但我可不会那样，看来我似乎毫发无损地活过了我的奥德赛。

但这时门开了，刚才那个装逼男又走了进来。我一开始没多想，直到他刚走过我几步就突然停下脚步。他转过身，脸上带着困惑的表情看着我。我对上他的目光时，他眯起眼睛，微微后退。我突然意识到，几分钟前他经过一个空座位，但现在我竟然坐在杰森旁边，我们俩都满脸汗水。我的头发肯定一团糟，我们浑身肯定散发着性爱的臭味，衣服上浸透了精液和尿，而我脖子上还戴着一个亮粉色的狗项圈，上面刻着“Dick Pig”。

操。

我转头向杰森求助，但我不知道自己在期待什么。他睁大了眼睛，嘴张着，但我还能看到他嘴角有一丝笑意——那个狗娘养的正在享受这一切。我们那个时髦的闯入者正要说什么，但幸好下课铃响了，我抓住机会逃跑了。

我几乎是用跑地冲向出口，然后停下来转身，因为我听见杰森说：“星期五见，布伦。”他对着我笑，好像我们是老朋友，好像刚才什么都没发生过一样。我脸上带着傻逼的表情看着他，然后转身走出门。

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好了，第四章到此为止……

好吧，把你们的干草叉和火把放下。我知道我承诺过会有更多乔的戏份，会有的。但对不起，杰森实在太他妈火辣了，都怪他。这本来只是一个短小的场景，就在课堂上打个简单的飞机，大概一两页，然后布伦丹就去找乔了。但写作的时候，灵感突然猛烈来袭。所以除了乔绝对、毫无疑问会出现在下一场（我已经开始写了）之外，我会尽量不再对后续章节做具体承诺。计划赶不上变化嘛。说实话，我觉得现在这样我已经挺满意了。不过我还是喜欢听读者们的想法。

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