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It Started At A Glory Hole Chapter One

My First Glory Hole

I love glory holes. For me, they are the gateway to exciting adventures. The first time I ever saw a glory hole was when I was a sophomore in college. It was 1970, and I was 19 years old. At the time, I definitely considered myself straight. I had been having sex with girls since I was 16. I had two "regular girlfriends" at the time, who both knew that I was balling the other one, and I knew they both had other guys - which to me at the time was a perfect situation. I had been dating both since the previous spring. Since the beginning of that fall quarter I had become mesmerized by this very beautiful girl in my math class with enormous knockers who always wore tight sweaters, and I would ogle them whenever I was around her, squirming in my seat with sexual tension. I was positive that if I even talked to her, I'd pop a load in my pants. It wasn't JUST her perfect tits: she was one of the most beautiful girls on campus. There was a short jock in a varsity team jacket who seemed to feel he had a claim in her. She seemed to be of a different opinion, but I never sat close enough to the two of them to hear their low discussions, which for all I know was a form of foreplay.

On the other hand, late the year before I had found myself looking closely at the bodies, cocks and asses of the guys in the locker room, and in the public bathrooms at our dorms. Now, I had played second string football in high school, so I had always thought of myself as a typical straight jock kind of guy. So why did I keep getting a hard on looking at guys? Especially the older muscular, hairy guys? To say the least, I was realizing that I was very confused about my sexual identity, and in 1970, this was NOT a topic commonly discussed in a small college in a small, conservative Midwestern town. Let me change that: I had been raised in an even smaller, even more conservative town, where it was not a topic a young man brought up at all if he did not want to get beaten up and possibly gang-raped.

That's not to say I was a TOTAL stranger to sex with other guys. When I was 13, I had a bunch of friends who would get together for circle jerks. Pat was the oldest boy in the group, two years older than the rest of us. He was big and dumb and strong, and had been left back twice in elementary school, which was why he was in our class. After awhile he introduced blow jobs to the circle-jerk group by pressuring us to agree that the first boy to cum would give one to the last boy left. The guys who argued against the plan were labeled "chicken faggots", so all but one boy agreed. We ended up "playing our game" at least once a week, often more. Usually Pat was that last one to empty his nuts, but even he had to suck cock occasionally.

The first time we did it I lost, and had to suck Pat. I sort of liked being the center of attention, and didn't mind the salty taste of his cum. The second time we played the "game", Pat had to suck MY cock, which I liked even better. "The Game" stopped when the guys in the group started dating girls at about 16.

(Come to think of it: why was an 18 year old Pat still regularly "playing the game" with us, even though he had been boasting about his conquests with "pussy". for 2 years...?)

I did stay close to one friend from that group, Paul, who often spent the night at my house. If we had a double date and didn't score, we'd "help each other out", sucking each other off. If one of us got laid and the other didn't, we still sucked each other. Paul and I never kissed, and we never thought to do anything other than take turns getting a blow job. Paul's family moved to Japan in our senior year, and we wrote to each other a few times a year, but now he was in college in California. In 1970, we were still sending short letters to each other, mostly about the sex we had with women.

I had lost my virginity with a girl on my 16th birthday, in the backseat of a car where Paul was screwing his date in the front seat. The fact that my first heterosexual experience was within a few inches of a boy with whom I regularly exchanged blow jobs was both confusing and exciting. I sort of worried that Paul's presence was what made sex with my date possible, but the next night we successfully repeated our performance while alone in her family room. I was happy that I had a close enough relationship with my elderly dad that I was able to tell him the details of my first two sexual adventures when he retuned from a week long business trip. I was particularly grateful because he was dead less than a year later, and I had the comfort of knowing he died knowing that I was "a man", something that had seemed very important to him.

I dated a bit during my freshman year until I found the two girls how I ended up having my sporadic sexual relationships with. Neither allowed me to take it for granted that a date would end in sex; and both let me know that just as I was dating another girl, they were dating another guy. Not being ready for a commitment, I was happy, sexually, during my freshman year, but my sophomore year had me confused.

There were a number of specific reasons for my growing confusion.

At my small private college, we were required to take phys. ed. every 'quarter'. (The school year at our small college was divided into 3 quarters', the fourth summer quarter' being dedicated to an internationally famous arts program.) That fall 'quarter' of my sophomore year I took fencing at the suggestion of one of my freshman phys. ed. instructors, who thought it might help my somewhat weak hand/eye coordination.

We had assigned lockers in the locker room. The guy with the locker next to mine was an older guy, Sam, who was in my fencing class. He had served in the Army in Vietnam, and had a puckered scar on his shoulder, and another on his hip. He was in his late 20's, muscular, and very hairy. He was about three inches taller than my 6'1", and seemed very mature to me. He told me that he lived off campus with his wife and baby. Sam was from Texas, and usually dressed like a cowboy. I liked his easy drawl which made everything he said sound sort of sexy. What fascinated me the most was Sam's big uncut dick, which had a brown birthmark on the middle shaped like an arrowhead pointing towards his luxurious mound of pubic hair. All my buddies and I were cut, and I had never seen an uncut cock up close. Sam was not shy about being naked. I often found myself sitting on the bench and Sam's fat, foreskin covered dong would be inches from my face. I tried not to stare, but sometimes I couldn't help myself, especially when Sam was half hard, which seemed to be most of the time. Sam caught me at it a few times, but just grinned and winked at me. I always blushed when that happened, confused by the feelings I was having. All I knew was that whenever I got a good look at Sam`s uncut hose, I had to run to the Men's Room and whack off fast and furious!

The other person who was causing me confusion that quarter was my Creative Writing instructor, Mr. Hamilton. This was the first year that Mr. Hamilton was teaching, having just gotten his master's degree the previous spring from our college, which was also where he got his undergraduate degree. He was very handsome and even taller than Sam, with curly red hair. He always dressed casually in baggy sweaters, open at the top to revealed a lot of hair on what appeared to be a massive chest. The baggy clothes frustrated the hell out of me (and a lot of the girls in the class) because you really couldn't tell what his body looked like under his clothes. He had a beard and bushy mustache the same bright red as his hair. I stared at that beard and mustache so much, I often forgot to listen to the class. All I knew was that I wanted to kiss his full lips and lick his mustache and his hairy chest, and had to run to jerk off after every English class.

And for some reason I still though of myself as totally straight!

I preferred to think of myself as `normal", because the alternative was a lot of nasty words like "pansy", "queer" and "faggot". During the past summer I had read an article in a national news magazine about a group of homosexuals who insisted on using the word "gay" instead of those words. I found myself trying out the word "gay" in my head every time I had to jerk off after an encounter with a hot man. This was happening more frequently as October started. Not just Sam and Mr. Hamilton, but a number of other older students and some of the school's support staff, such as security guards and gardeners, would send me running to a toilet to manhandle my overheated young man-meat.

One Wednesday morning Mr. Hamilton asked me with his killer smile to stop by his office anytime in the afternoon to discuss my latest short story. He told me his office was in the basement of Administration Building, one of the college's original building, built about 100 years old as the college's library. Many junior faculty had their offices down in that basement, and there was also storage rooms and other mysterious spaces with machinery. Because the building had been built to hold the weight of a lot of books, the walls were a series of brick arches, making the place look like a catacomb. I had never been down there before and was surprised by the number of people, mostly men, who were making their way through the confusing maze of unmarked corridors. I got lost a few times, and finally found Mr. Hamilton at his desk, his office door open.

He told me that he thought I should edit and submit my latest short story to the college's literary magazine, which usually only accepted submission from seniors, and a rare junior, and offered to help me prepare it. The idea of being alone with him frequently got me very excited, so I readily agreed. We made an appointment for me to come back on Friday afternoon to review my new draft. I left his office with a roaring hard on, and was happy to see a Men's Room tucked away down a dead end corridor almost directly across from Mr. Hamilton's office. I didn't walk down that hallway - I ran.

There were three cubicles in the room, and the center one was available. I pulled down my pants, sat on the crapper and went to work whacking on my woody. Then I took the time to I looked around and noticed that on either side of me were large holes at about waist height. Over the one on my right was scrawled "For a blow job, show a hard on." I kept jerking off when an eye appeared in the hole. It was replaced by a mouth, and a hoarse whisper said: "Let me suck your pecker, kid." I was so turned on, I didn't think twice, but shoved my fat 9" hard on into the waiting mouth.

This cock sucker was 100 times better than any of my old pals. Then he reached his hand through the bottom of the hole and pulled my balls through, and started to lick them. No one had ever done that to me, and it drove me up the wall. I was holding on the top of the partition and banging my hips against the hole. The mouth swallowed my entire cock, and used his tongue and throat muscles on me to drive me crazy. Soon I was hissing: "I'm gonna fucking cum, man!" and he sucked harder. I blasted a massive load into his sucking mouth, and he licked every drop off.

I slumped to the seat, exhausted. I noticed an eye in the other hole, and could hear the sounds of a man pounding his pud in that stall. Knowing someone had gotten turned on watching me fuck the other man's face really thrilled me. Then the hoarse whisper said: "Now, it's your turn to suck my pecker, kid, right?"

I was so turned on I whispered: "OK" and a long, uncut hard on with an arrow shaped birthmark near the base slid through the hole. I gasped. I would know that fucking cock anywhere - it was Sam! Looking down at the bottom of the partition, I saw the pointy toes of cowboy boots. I fell to my knees and was able to finally explored his foreskin with my fingers and tongue.

He whispered: "Chew on the skin, kid. That fucking turns me on." and I did as I was told. I loved it as much as his moans told me HE loved it.

After a while, I began to suck his cock. I knew I wasn't as good a cock sucker as Sam, and I had never sucked such a fat, long cock, but I did my best, and got about half of the 10" cock into my mouth before I gagged. I slobbered spit on my hand, and used it to jerk the part that I couldn't fit in my mouth, while I tried to use my tongue the way Sam had used his on me. I must have been doing something right, because after about five minutes, he began to grunt and groan. His cock got harder and fatter. He shouted "Aw, fuck! You`re such a hot fucking pecker-eater!" and filled my mouth with his hot load. I almost drowned in the load, but managed to get it all down my throat.

The cock disappeared, and I heard, "Thanks kid, I need that. I'm always here this time on Wednesdays and Fridays. I'd like to do this again with you, kid." I heard the door to his cubicle open, and heard him leave the room. Under my cubical door, I saw the brown cowboy boots Sam always wore.

I had gotten hard again sucking Sam. I heard a whisper from the other hole: "Let me take care of that for you, stud." Horny as hell, I moved over as the lips opened, and filled his throat with my cock. After a short time sucking me, he stopped to whisper; "Fuck my face, stud." He took me in to the root, and I began to thrust in and out. Having just shot a big load, the lucky cock sucker was getting a long session on my hard cock.

I was disappointed when the mouth left my cock, but I felt him doing something to my hard dick, so I stood still. I felt flesh against my cock head, and then something amazingly tight and hot enveloped my prick. I almost shot my load in surprise. I heard the man in the next stall grunt as the tightness worked it`s way up my cock, and he sighed when it hit the root of my cock. I realized he had impaled his ass on my dick!

Not knowing what to do, I stood there, wallowing in the pleasure of the tightest, hottest feeling my young cock had ever experienced. My cock was throbbing like crazy. When I calmed down, he voice whispered: "Fuck the shit out of me, buddy!" I pounded so hard against that wall that I ended up with bruises on my hips for two days. I heard my partner grunting and moaning in pleasure, and then he whispered loudly "I'm going to blow my fucking load, man! You got me so fucking hot! Aw, shit!!! Ram it all the way in, man!"

I did, and suddenly I felt the most remarkable sensation. His ass muscles were spasming all around my cock. I felt like his ass would squash my prick flat! Helpless, I hollered "Oh, damn! Your fucking ass is so hot! Here I go! AARRRGH!!!!" as I dumped a load in the tight ass.

My cock grew soft in his ass, and slowly plopped out. I just leaned against the wall, unable to move. I heard the man whisper: "Hey, stud, that was great. Just what I needed. Uh... could you do me a big favor, buddy?"

"Sure, man."

"Uh... Would you mind kissing me?"

I thought for a few seconds. Why not? This man had given me the hottest sex of my young life. "Yeah. I never kissed a guy before, but..." Then I saw his mouth appear in the hole with an unmistakable red bushy mustache over it. Those lips I stared at so often were under them! I had watched them talk to me less than a half hour before just down the hall. I knelt and kissed his lips. I groaned, and his tongue licked my lips. I pushed my tongue in his mouth, and we dueled with our tongues for a while. I retreated, and licked his mustache, then kissed his lips one more time. Then I heard him leave the john.

As I pulled my pants up, I realized that I WAS probably "gay", and suddenly I didn't mind it. Not at all. It was better than being totally confused. I grinned to myself as I lit a cigarette. I decided that I would soon be confronting both Mr. Hamilton and Sam, so we could have sex in a fucking bed! I couldn't wait for Friday, when I would be seeing both of these studs in this basement again!

But that is another story.

偷窥孔传奇 - 第一章

作者： Ike Rose / Oldtimer25 发布时间： 2010 年 8 月 2 日 来源： [[https://new.nifty.org/stories/glory-hole-sagas-02531/1]]

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从偷窥孔开始 第一章

我的第一次偷窥孔

我爱偷窥孔。对我来说，它们是通往刺激冒险的大门。我第一次见到偷窥孔，是在我上大学二年级的时候。那是 1970 年，我当时十九岁。在那个年代，我绝对认为自己是个直男。从十六岁起我就一直跟女孩发生性关系。那时我有两个"固定女友"，她们俩都知道我在跟另一个上床，而我也知道她们各自都有别的男人——在我看来，那简直是完美的状态。从前一年春天起我就一直在跟她们俩约会。那年秋季学期开始以来，我被我数学课上那个漂亮得惊人的女孩彻底迷住了——她有一对巨大的奶子，总穿着紧身毛衣。只要在她身边，我就会色眯眯地盯着她看，因为满身的性紧张而在座位上扭来扭去。我百分之百肯定，哪怕我只是跟她搭个话，都会当场射在裤子里。也不光是因为她那对完美的奶子：她是整个校园里最漂亮的女孩之一。有一个穿着校队夹克的矮个子运动员，似乎觉得自己跟她有某种优先权。她看起来持不同意见，但我从来坐得不够近，听不清他们之间低声的对话——说不定那本身就是一种前戏。

另一方面，前一年晚些时候，我发现自己会仔细盯着更衣室里那些男生的身体、鸡巴和屁股看，在宿舍的公共厕所里也这样。事实上，我在高中打过二线橄榄球，所以一直以为自己是个典型的直男、浑身运动细胞的那种。那我为什么一盯着男生看就会硬起来？尤其是那些年长的、肌肉发达、体毛浓密的男人？退一步说，我开始意识到自己的性取向让我非常困惑，而在 1970 年，在一个位于保守的中西部小镇的小型学院里，这绝对不是个常被讨论的话题。让我换个说法：我是在一个更小、更保守的小镇长大的，在那儿，如果一个年轻男人不想被痛打一顿、甚至被轮奸的话，根本就不会提这个话题。

但这也不等于我对跟其他男生做爱完全陌生。我十三岁的时候，有一帮朋友会聚在一起打手枪。帕特是我们这帮人里年纪最大的，比其他人全大两岁。他块头大、脑子笨、力气也大，在小学留过两次级，所以才会跟我们同一班。过了一阵子，他开始把口交引入我们的打手枪聚会——他压迫大家同意，第一个射的人得给最后一个还没射的人吸鸡巴。反对这个计划的人被扣上了"怂包基佬"的帽子，所以除一个人之外，其他所有人全答应了。最后我们至少每周"玩这个游戏"一次，经常更多。通常是帕特最后一个清空他的蛋，但就算是他，偶尔也得给别人吸鸡巴。

我们第一次玩的时候我输了，得给帕特吸。我还挺享受成为大家关注焦点的感觉，也不介意他精液那股咸咸的味道。第二次玩这个"游戏"的时候，轮到帕特吸我的鸡巴，我更他妈喜欢了。等到大家大约十六岁开始跟女孩约会时，这个"游戏"就结束了。

现在回想起来也真是奇怪：一个十八岁的帕特，为什么还在定期跟我们一起"玩游戏"？他那会儿已经吹嘘他征服了多少"骚逼"吹了整整两年了……

但有一个人我一直保持亲密关系——保罗，我们那帮人里一个经常在我家过夜的朋友。如果我们俩出去双人约会但都没搞到女孩，我们就会"互相帮忙"，给对方吸出来。如果我们其中一个搞到了女孩而另一个落单，我们还是会互相吸。保罗和我从来不接吻，也从来没想过除了轮流给对方口交之外还能干什么。保罗一家在我们高三那年搬去了日本，我们一年会通几次信，但后来他去加州上大学了。到了 1970 年，我们还在给对方寄短信，内容大多是各自跟女人上床的事迹。

我是在十六岁生日那天跟一个女孩破处的，在一辆车的后座上，而保罗当时就在前座干他的女伴。我第一次异性经历竟然离那个我经常交换口交的男孩只有几英寸远，这事既让人困惑又让人兴奋。我还有点担心，是不是保罗的存在才让我跟那个女孩上床成为可能，但第二天晚上我们单独在她家客厅里又成功干了一次。我很庆幸自己跟年迈的老爸关系亲密到可以告诉他我前两次性冒险的细节——那时他刚出差一周回来。我尤其感恩的是，不到一年后他就去世了，而我内心有一份安慰，知道他在死之前已经知道我是个"真正的男人"——对他来说，这似乎是一件非常重要的事情。

大一那年我断断续续约过几次会，直到最后找到那两个女孩，发展成我那种零零星星的性关系。两个都不允许我理所当然地认为一次约会就一定要以做爱收场；两个都让我清楚地知道，就像我在跟另一个女孩约会一样，她们也在跟别的男人约会。因为没准备好做出承诺，整个大一期间我在性方面还算挺满足的——但到了大二，脑子就彻底乱套了。

让我越来越困惑的原因有好几个，而且都很具体。

在我那所小型私立学院，我们每个"学期"都必须上体育课。我们那所小型学院的学年分为三个"学期"，第四个"夏季学期"专门用于一个国际知名的艺术项目。大二那年秋季学期，我选了一门击剑课——这是我大一时一位体育老师建议的，他觉得击剑可能对我那有点吃力的手眼协调能力有帮助。

更衣室里的储物柜是分配的。紧挨着我的那个储物柜的主人是个年纪比我大的家伙，叫山姆，正好跟我同一堂击剑课。他在陆军服役，去过越南，肩膀上留着一道皱巴巴的疤痕，胯骨上还有另一道。他快三十岁了，浑身肌肉发达，毛又多又密。我身高六英尺一，他比我高三英寸左右，在我眼里显得成熟得不得了。他告诉我他和老婆还有小宝宝一起住在校外。山姆是德州来的，平常打扮得跟个牛仔一样。我喜欢他那悠闲的拖腔，让他说的每句话听起来都有一种说不出的性感。最让我着迷的，是山姆那根没割过包皮的大鸡巴——茎身正中间有一块棕色的胎记，形状像个箭头，直直指向他那丛茂密的阴毛。我和我所有的哥们都是割过包皮的，我从来没见过一根没割的鸡巴近距离在我面前。山姆对于光着身子这件事一点都不害羞。我经常发现自己坐在长凳上，而山姆那根被包皮包裹着的肥硕家伙就在我脸旁边，只有几英寸远。我努力不盯着看，但有时候实在忍不住——尤其是山姆半硬的时候，而那几乎是常态。有好几次山姆撞见了我在偷看，但他只是咧嘴一笑，冲我挤挤眼。每次发生这种事我都会脸红，被心里正在涌动的那种感觉搅得不知所措。我只知道，每当我把山姆那根没割包皮的大家伙好好看个够，我就必须冲进厕所，又快又狠地猛打一炮！

那个学期另一个让我困惑的人，是我的创意写作课老师，汉密尔顿先生。这是汉密尔顿先生第一年教书，前一年春天他刚拿到硕士学位，就是在我所在的这所学院拿的，他本科也是在这儿读的。他长得非常英俊，个子比山姆还高，一头卷卷的红发。他总是穿得很随意，松松垮垮的毛衣，领口敞着，露出看上去极其厚实宽阔的胸膛上大片的体毛。那些宽松的衣服快把我和班上好多女生给逼疯了——因为你根本看不出来他衣服底下的身体到底长什么样。他留着一把大胡子和浓密的八字胡，颜色跟他头发一样是亮红色的。我盯着他那把胡子和八字胡的时间太多了，经常忘了听课。我只知道我想亲他那双饱满的嘴唇，想舔他的八字胡和他那毛茸茸的胸膛，结果每次英语课下课都得冲去打个飞机。

可是不知道怎么回事，我仍然觉得自己是百分之百的直男！

我宁愿把自己想成是"正常人"，因为另外那个选项意味着一大堆难听的词——"娘娘腔"、"同性恋"、"死基佬"。前一年夏天我在一本全国性的新闻周刊上读到一篇文章，说有一群同性恋者坚持要求使用"gay"这个词，而不接受那些骂人的词。我发现自己每次碰到一个性感男人、不得不去打飞机之后，都会在脑子里默默试着用"gay"这个词。进入十月之后，这种事发生得越来越频繁。不只是山姆和汉密尔顿先生，还有不少其他年纪大的学生，以及学校的一些后勤人员，比如保安和园丁，都会把我逼得冲进厕所，狠狠地蹂躏我那根过热的少年肉棒。

一个星期三的早晨，汉密尔顿先生用他那迷死人的笑容问我，下午能不能抽时间去他办公室一趟，讨论我最近写的一篇短篇小说。他告诉我他的办公室在行政楼地下室——那是学院最老的建筑之一，建了大约一百年，最初是学院的图书馆。很多新聘的教员办公室都设在那个地下室里，此外还有储物室和其他一些塞满机械设备的、神秘的房间。因为这栋楼当初是按能承载大量书籍的重量建造的，所以墙壁全是一道道砖砌拱门，看起来像地下墓穴一样。我以前从来没下到那里去过，看到那么多人——大多是男人——在那迷宫一样没有标识的走廊里穿行，我深感意外。我迷路了好几次，最后才找到汉密尔顿先生，他正坐在办公桌前，办公室的门大开着。

他告诉我，他觉得我应该把我那篇最新的短篇小说修改一下，然后投稿给学院的文学杂志——那本杂志通常只接受大四学生的投稿，偶尔大三的也可以，他还说愿意帮我做修改准备。一想到能经常跟他单独相处，我兴奋得不得了，所以当场就答应了。我们约好周五下午再见，一起审读我的新稿子。离开他办公室的时候我硬得胀痛，然后开心地发现，几乎正对汉密尔顿先生办公室的那条死胡同走廊深处，就藏着一个男厕所。我没走过去——我是跑过去的。

那间厕所有三个隔间，中间那个空着。我一把脱下裤子，坐到马桶上，开始狠狠撸我那根硬得像木头的玩意。撸到一半我缓了缓，环顾四周，注意到我左右两侧的隔板上，大约齐腰的高度各开着一个大洞。右边那个洞上方潦草地写着一行字："想要口交，亮出硬鸡巴。"我继续撸着，然后一只眼睛出现在洞里。很快那只眼睛被一张嘴取代，一个沙哑的声音低声说："让我吸你的老二，小子。"我当时欲火焚身，想都没想，直接把我那根九英寸的肥硕硬鸡巴捅进了那张等待着的嘴里。

这个吸鸡巴的家伙比我以前任何一个老伙计都要强上一百倍。然后他把手从洞的下方伸过来，抓住我的蛋，把它们硬拉过洞口，开始舔。从来没有人对我做过这种事，这简直把我的魂都要吸飞了。我双手死死抓着隔板顶部，胯部猛力往洞上撞。那张嘴把我整根鸡巴都吞了下去，用舌头和喉咙的肌肉把我逼到了疯狂的边缘。很快我就嘶嘶地低吼起来："我他妈要射了，哥！"他吸得更加卖力。我把一整泡巨量精液全都射进那张正吸着我的嘴里，他连最后一滴都舔得干干净净。

我瘫坐回马桶上，精疲力竭。这时我注意到另一个洞里也有一只眼睛，还能听到那个隔间里有个男人正拼命捶打自己的鸡巴。意识到有人居然看我操另一个男人的脸看得自己也硬起来了，这让我兴奋得浑身发抖。然后那个沙哑的声音又响了起来："现在该你吸我的老二了，小子，对吧？"

我实在兴奋得不行，小声说："行。"然后一根长长的、没割包皮的硬鸡巴从洞里滑了进来——茎身靠近根部的地方，有一块箭头形状的胎记。我倒抽了一口气。我他妈不管在哪儿都能认出那根操蛋的鸡巴来——是山姆！低头往隔板底部一看，我看见了一双尖头牛仔靴。我跪倒在地，终于能用自己的手指和舌头好好探索他的包皮了。

他低声说："咬包皮，小子。那玩意儿能让我爽死。"我照做了。跟他呻吟着告诉我他有多爽一样，我也爽得不行。

过了一会儿，我开始吸他的鸡巴。我知道自己吸鸡巴的本事比不上山姆，而且我也从来没吸过这么粗、这么长的鸡巴，但我尽了全力。他那根十英寸的鸡巴我含到大约一半的时候，就被顶得干呕起来。我在手里吐了一大口唾沫，用那只手撸着他含不进嘴里来的那部分，同时努力用舌头模仿山姆刚才在我身上用的那些招数。我肯定做得还不赖，因为大约五分钟之后，他开始低吼和呻吟。他的鸡巴变得更硬更粗。他喊了出来："操！你他妈真是个火辣的老二杀手！"然后把滚烫的存货灌满了我的嘴。我差点被那泡精液淹死，但最后还是把它全吞进了喉咙里。

那根鸡巴缩了回去，然后我听到一句："谢了小子，我正需要。我每个周三和周五都这个时间在这儿。想再跟你干这事，小子。"我听到他隔间的门开了，接着是离开厕所的脚步声。从我隔间门底下看出去，我看见了那双山姆经常穿的棕色牛仔靴。

吸完山姆之后，我又硬了起来。这时从另一个洞里传来一声低语："让我帮你弄出来，种马。"我已经饥渴到极点，当他张开嘴唇的时候我一挪身就凑了过去，把我那根鸡巴把他的喉咙塞得满满当当。他给我吸了一小会儿之后，停下来低声道："操我的脸，种马。"他把我吞到根部，然后我开始来回抽插。因为刚射了一大泡，这个走运的吸鸡巴的家伙帮我服务我硬鸡巴的时间变得很长。

当那张嘴终于离开我的鸡巴时我有点失望，但我感觉到他正在对我那根硬鸡巴做些什么事情，所以我就站住没动。我感觉有肉体贴上了我的龟头，然后，某个紧致得惊人、滚烫得惊人的东西把我那根鸡巴整个裹了进去。我差点吃惊得直接喷出来。我听到隔壁隔间那个男人咕哝了一声，那股紧致顺着我的鸡巴一路往上吞，直到顶到根部时他发出一声深深的叹息。我这才意识到——他把自己的屁股扎在我的鸡巴上了！

不知道该做什么，我就那么站在原地，任凭自己沉溺在那股我年轻鸡巴从未体验过的、最紧致最滚烫的快感浪潮中。我的鸡巴像疯了一样奋力搏动。等我慢慢镇定下来，他的声音低语道："狠狠操我，兄弟！"我疯狂地撞击着那堵隔板，狠到我胯骨上后来青了整整两天。我听到我的搭档在快感中咕哝和呻吟，然后他大声低语道："我他妈要射了，哥！你把我搞得他妈太爽了！操！操！全插进去，哥！"

我照做了，然后突然感觉到一种从未有过的惊人感受。他的肛肌紧紧地箍着我的整根鸡巴，一阵一阵地剧烈痉挛。我感觉他的屁股简直要把我的老二挤压成肉片！我完全失控，大声吼了出来："哦，操！你他妈屁股真烫！我要来了！啊——！！！"然后我把一整泡精液全射在了那个紧紧裹着我的屁股里。

我的鸡巴在他体内慢慢软了下来，最后啵的一声滑了出来。我只是趴在隔板上，一动也动不了。我听到那个男人低声说："嘿，种马，太他妈爽了。正合我需要。嗯……你能帮我一个大忙吗，兄弟？"

"当然，哥。"

"嗯……你介不介意亲我一下？"

我想了几秒钟。为什么不？这个男人给了我年轻生命中最火辣的性体验。"行。我以前从来没亲过男人，不过……"然后我看到他的嘴出现在洞口，嘴上方是一撮我绝不会认错的红色浓密八字胡。那是我盯着看了无数遍的那双嘴唇——就长在那撮胡子下面！不到半小时前，我还在走廊那头听他讲课，看着那双嘴唇冲着我说话。我跪下去，亲上了他的嘴唇。我发出一声低沉的呻吟，然后他的舌头开始舔我的嘴唇。我把自己的舌头推进他嘴里，我们俩的舌头缠斗了好一阵子。最后我退了出来，舔了舔他的八字胡，然后又亲了亲那双嘴唇。然后我听到他离开了厕所。

我一边提裤子，一边意识到，我说不定真的是个"同志"——而突然之间，我对这件事一点都不介意了。一点也不。比起之前那种全然的困惑，这强了不知道多少倍。我点上一支烟，对着自己咧嘴笑了。我暗暗决定，用不了多久我就要当面找上汉密尔顿先生和山姆两个人，这样我们就能在真正的床上好好干一场了！我等不及周五了——到了那天，我就能在这个地下室里同时见到这两个性感种马了！

不过那又是另一个故事了。