Glory Hole Sagas - Chapter 3

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"The Glory Hole Sagas" Chapter Three

Confronting Mr. Hamilton

I woke up early on Friday morning. It was raining cats and dogs, but to me it was a fucking beautiful day already. My usually grumpy roommate, Matt, did not have a swim meet that weekend, so he was whistling as he packed his bag for his big weekend in New York with his fiancé. By time I came back from my classes, I would have the room entirely to myself until Sunday night! Today was the day I was going to confront both Mr. Hamilton and Sam about our encounters in the T-room, and hopefully have sex with at least one of them in a bed.

I had slept like a log, my balls well drained. Before going to bed, I had made a late night visit to what Gus had called "the T-Room". Even at 11

PM, I had found a number of men in the corridors of the basement of the Admin. Building, which never seemed to be locked. I followed the arrows back to the hot Men's Room hidden down a dead end hallway, and found 4 men loitering in the room, not even pretending to be using the facility at the hour. Two looked like students, one was about 30 and dressed in a rumpled suit, and the other looked like he was about 18, wearing the uniform of a gas station attendant. I found them all attractive, and since all the shitter-stalls were empty, I licked my lips and flashed them all a grin before retreating to the center booth, where I quickly stripped naked, hanging my shirt and jeans on the hook on the door. After my experience that morning when Gus was able to pull out my woody quickly because I forgot to put on underwear, I knew that I would rarely wear them anymore. It made sex easier.

I sat on the crapper, and saw two eyes staring at me as a pulled on my big cock. I licked my lips at both eyes, and at the same moment, two cocks slid through the holes. One was a fairly short uncut cock, while the other was a long, skinny cut one. I fisted both of them from the toilet, and then took turns licking them. The cut guy was oozing precum like a leaky faucet, and every stroke of my tongue seemed to increase his moans, so I figured he was eager to cum. Whispering "Be right back" towards the guy with the short cock, I knelt and swallowed the thin cut cock, pulling his balls through the hole. I could smell gasoline faintly through the hole, so I knew who I was sucking. I had been right about his condition. As soon as the head of his cock hit the back of my mouth, he yelled and I felt his balls jump in his sack. I pulled back and was treated to a big, tasty mouthful of cum. His cock withdrew as he whispered "Wow, thanks!" and I heard his zipper pulling up.

Before the first guy was gone from his booth, I had the uncut cock in my mouth. My tongue fished around under the foreskin, where I found a sour taste that was not totally unpleasant. I felt little chunks of some substance that I licked up and swallowed as my partner moaned his appreciation. His cock was small enough that I had no trouble fitting it all in my mouth, with plenty of room to use my tongue. I reached in and felt his balls, which were enormous. I tried to pull them through the hole, but there wasn't room. He realized what I was doing, pulled his cock out of mouth, pushed his almost totally hairless balls through and then fitted his cock back in. It was a tight fit, but a beautiful sight. I moaned "Oh, fuck man, what beautiful balls you have!" before I dove down and began to give his sweaty balls a tongue bath. I could hear someone in the other stall jerking off, and the fact that I had an audience just increase my excitement.

I nipped the loose flesh of his ballsack a few times, and he yelped, but said "Hey, that feels hot, do that some more!" I chewed on them some more, getting more excited and chewing increasingly harder until he grunted "Too hard!' So I went back to licking his big balls as I slowly fisted his cock.

After a long time licking his balls, he said "Suck my cock again, man. You're a good cocksucker." I went back to work on his cock, and was soon rewarded with a very large load of unusually sweet mancream while he screamed "Gawddamn! I'm fucking cumming, man! Swallow all my spooge, cocksucker!" I licked his cock clean, and he slowly withdrew his cock and balls from the hole. He said `Wow, man, you are fucking good. Thanks, kid."

As he left, I took a cigarette from my shirt, lit it, and sat down on the toilet, my hard on pointing up. I had forgotten about the man in the other booth. A few seconds later, I saw an eye in the hole, and then a finger wiggled at me through the hole. It didn't take a genius to figure out that this was the invitation for me to give him my cock. I was about to put out my smoke when he said "No, keep smoking, I like to blow a guy who's smoking a cigarette or cigar." So I kept the cigarette in my lips as I inserted 9 hard, fat inches of cut dick, dripping with precum, through the hole and into a hot waiting mouth. He started to give me an slow, excellent blow job, taking me to the root each time. After a few minutes, he pulled off and whispered "Can I join you in your booth, man? I'd like to see you smoke that cigarette while I suck you off."

"Sure." I lit a new cigarette as I unlocked my cubicle door. A few seconds later, a short muscular guy about 40 came into the booth, holding his pants closed with his hand, and locked it. He had blonde hair and a mustache, and he stopped and admired me as he dropped his pants and took off his shirt, to reveal a smooth well developed body. He licked his lips as he slowly jerked on a cut cock the same size and width as mine, which looked larger on his shorter body. He had me sit on the toilet and lean back, one arm behind my neck, as he slowly knelt between my outstretched legs. He licked the insides of my thighs, which made me groan with delight. As I smoked my cigarette, he worked his way up to my balls, his eyes always focused on my face and the cigarette I was smoking. He swallowed my cock again and went back to his slow, deep blow job. "Oh, fuck, man, you are one sweet cocksucker!` I complimented him. He stopped long enough to smile at me, then went back to work. I kept telling him over and over how good his mouth felt on my cock, and he obviously liked that.

His hands kept moving. Sometimes they caressed my legs and belly. Sometimes he would run them over his own chest, paying a lot of attention to his own nipples. He played with my balls, and that began to push me over the edge "Oh, fuck, buddy. I'm going to shoot my fucking load in your mouth!" He pulled his mouth off my cock.

"Please, kid. Stand up with the cigarette between your lips and jerk off your load all over my fucking chest!" I stood up, and in about 45 seconds I shot 5 shots of cum on his chest, and them some smaller shots that fell more on his belly and cock. He closed his eyes after I came and ran his hands over his chest, spreading my cum on his skin. He stood up and I bent to lick my load off of him. "No, buddy. I want to smell your cum on me all night. I may not shower tomorrow, so I can smell it all day!"

His cock looked like it was ready to explode. I knelt, and he didn't object as I took it in my mouth. He flooded my mouth almost at once with at least 7 shots of hot, salty protein.

We left together, and there were already more men in the room looking for sex. In the first stall, a slim, willowy student was ramming his cock into a really big guy who wore just a jersey from the football team and a jockstrap, with the door open. The football player was moaning "Harder!", and rubbing his cock through his jock. Two other guys were touching their pounding bodies while they jerked each other off. The door to the other booth was closed, but the sounds of vigorous cocksucking were obvious. When we got outside, I lit another cigarette, and gave my partner one. He said. "My name is Michael. I had a great time. Thanks for letting me have my fantasy. A lot of guys are afraid to share a T-room stall, preferring to just have a cock or mouth in a glory hole to deal with." Well, now I knew what to call the holes, and the name seemed appropriate! "Maybe some day I can get you to do it with a cigar at my place. But if not, remember, I'm here every Thursday night at 11

. I'll look for you, buddy. You are the hottest fucking stud I've done it with in a long time."

I shook his hand "I'm Ike. I enjoyed it too. I've never smoked a cigar, but hell yeah, we could definitely do that sometime in the future, Michael. I'd really like that." We shook hands as we walked off in different directions. When I got back to my room, Matt was reading a book in bed. He looked at me a little funny, I guess because I didn't usually stay out that late on a weeknight. Feeling that I smelled of sex-sweat, cum and of the stale piss smell of the T-room, I casually stripped and went to take a shower. When I came back out, Matt had turned of his lamp and was laying down. I said "Good night."

Matt grinned as he said: "You have that well fucked, shit eating grin of a man who just got VERY well laid, kid. Good for you! Good night, Ike." I laughed as I turned of my lamp and went to sleep. If only my engaged, straight jock roommate knew what I had been up to that night! He'd probably have a fucking heart attack! All I said was "Well, it will be YOUR turn all weekend, stud. Have a great time with Sheila."

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Even fighting with an umbrella against the driving rain and wind, I went through my school day with a grin on my face. I aced a quiz in my history class that got me out of class 20 minutes early, so for a change I was the first person in for my math class, where I was usually one of the last to arrive because my history class being all the way across campus. I took a seat in the front row and reviewed the material for the class. I smelled a sweet perfume and looked over. The "sweater girl with the big tits" had sat down next to me. Instead of being nervous and tongue tied, I just said hello to her and went back to my notes. She looked over at what I was looking at and asked me a question about something in the textbook, and we were soon talking about other things.

I introduced myself and she introduced herself as Terry. As we chatted, a handsome guy with a thin mustache sat next to her, and gave her a kiss. He looked almost exactly like the jock from the T-room, but I could see a moderately hairy chest through the open collar of his sports shirt. He was wearing a letter jacket from the track team. Terry introduced him to me as her "friend" Tom. When she said the word "friend, Tom scowled at her behind her back. As we shook hands, he gave me a look that said "My property - back off!" I found it amusing. The three of us chatted until the class started.

During the class, I noticed that Tom tried to hold Terry's hand a few times, and she kept pulling away. I had a feeling that Terry was a lot more independent of Tom than he liked, and sort of felt sorry for the handsome jock. When we got up after class, I realized that at 6'1", I was a good 5 inches taller than Tom. We shook hands and I tried to let him know by my firm grip and the look in my eye that I wasn't intimidated by his claiming Terry. Just to piss the jock off, I was very warm in my goodbye to Terry, actually pulling her towards me and giving her a little hug. Tom's fists were clenched at that, but I felt like "cock 'o the roost" when Terry hugged me back!

After the class I realized that Terry no longer made me all fluttery and nervous, but that I still found her desirable. On the other hand, I realized that the reason I had been so aggressive towards Tom was because I wanted to screw him, also. When he walked out of class in front of me, I noticed his tight jeans, and how fuckable his ass was. I ended up spending some of my lunch time fantasizing about a three way with the two of them.

Usually I would eat my lunch fast so I could run to Mr. Hamilton's classroom to get a front row seat to drool over him. Knowing that I had a private meeting with him later that day that would hopefully lead to a fuller sexual encounter, I didn't feel the need to rush. Beside, there was a handsome redheaded guy sitting with a group of guys at the next table who I could swear was flirting with me, and I enjoyed trading looks and smiles with him. Unfortunately, he was with that group, so there was no way I could just talk to him.

When I got to English class, the room was pretty full. In the corner in the back was the hot jock from the previous morning. the one who "ain't no fag". I was always so focused on my handsome instructor that I had never really taken a close look at the rest of the class! Well, at least I was right when I thought he was in ONE of my classes! To my surprise, the jock grinned and waved at me as I entered, and pointed to an empty seat next to him. I walked towards him, admiring his good looks. Dressed in the letter jacket of the swim team, he looked almost as hot in tight jeans as he had in his running shorts. We shook hands as I sat next to him. He smirked: "Bet you don't know my name, Ike."

I thought for a minute, and realized that Matt had introduced us a few weeks earlier at a swim meet. "What do you bet?" I asked seductively.

The stud jock blushed, and stammered "Anything you want."

I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Then you have to go out with me on a date next week, Nick."

He gasped, blushed again, and muttered "I ain't no fag."

"No, but I suspect that, like me, you're gay, Nick. I only figured out I was two days ago, myself." I whispered in his ear. "We'll just go out for some drinks, and talk. If anything develops.... Well, a bed, or at least the back seat of my car, is more comfortable than a toilet stall."

Nick nodded. "Well, I made a bet, and you win." Then he grinned at me slowly. "Then again, maybe we both win." I laughed as I took my seat. "Well, if I have to go out on a date with a man, I`m glad it's with a good looking, masculine guy like you, not one of the fairies who keep making passes at me. Yeah, I think I may have a good time with you at that." He looked at me closely. "Yeah, a very good time."

Mr. Hamilton came in, and Nick whispered to me "Now, I look at him and I think `ya know, maybe I AM a fag'!" I was tempted to tell him about my sex with Mr. Hamilton in the same T-room where we had blown each other, but kept quiet. What my English instructor did in the T-room was his own business. So I nodded in agreement as I muttered "Tell me about it!"

After class Nick and I discussed our "date". Since I had mentioned I had a car, he asked if I would mind driving a few miles. I said no, and we agreed to meet at the parking lot on Tuesday to go to an off campus restaurant/bar that I had never been to. He assured me it was a very "interesting" place, and that I would definitely have a good time.

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I showed up a little early for my appointment with Mr. Hamilton in the afternoon, now that I knew the secret to negotiating the confusing basement corridors with the carved arrows leading to the glory holes. I was hotter than ever, since I had not beaten my meat after his class that morning like I usually did. In fact, I had not cum since my sex in the toilet the previous night with Michael, although I had been tempted to take my lunch break in the T-room. I had gone to my room after class to change. I was wearing my tightest jeans, a pair that was sort of too small, and no underwear. There was a large wet spot from the pre-cum that oozed out as the rough cloth rubbed my hard cock. I had played second string football in high school, so I knew my body was pretty good. I wore a shirt unbuttoned to the waist, to show off the hair on my chest. I hadn't shaved that morning, or the one before, hoping to make myself look more masculine and hot. And hopefully a little more mature than 19?

The door was open and I stood in the hallway, studying the giant redhead. I got excited just watching Mr. Hamilton working at his desk. He was wearing that green sweater I liked so much. I made a slight noise and he looked up. When he saw it was me, he gave a big smile. Then I saw his eyes focus on the wet spot that highlighted my hard dick, and move up to look at my chest. I made a show of closing and locking the door, "so we won't be interrupted while we work." I sat down with my legs spread wide to give him more of a show. We worked on my short story for a half hour, sitting very close to each other. I kept rubbing my leg against his, and eventually I heard him groan. I could see that his cock was getting hard, too.

When we were finished, we made an appointment for Monday to go over the changes I was going to write over the weekend. Mr. Hamilton said: "I hope you don`t mind coming down here to the basement all the time."

I grinned. Here was my opportunity. "No, Mr. Hamilton, I enjoy coming down here. You have the best Men's Room in the college just across the hall. I had a great time in there after our meeting on Wednesday afternoon." He stared at me like a deer caught in a car's headlights. I smiled my sexiest smile and said: "I especially liked kissing you through that hole in the partition, Mr. Hamilton. My first kiss with a man, just after the first time I fucked a man`s tight, hot ass." He gasped and turned pale. He lit a cigarette, his hands shaking. I put my hand on his thigh and squeezed.

"Oh, fuck, I could lose my job if..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Hamilton. I would never tell anybody about what happened. The only reason I said anything was..." Now I got shy.

"Why, Ike? Why did you have to let me know you knew it was me at the glory hole?"

"Um.. well... because I want it to happen more. A lot more, Mr. Hamilton. I`ve had a crush on you since the first time I saw you." He nervously smoked his cigarette, staring at the wall. "And I'd love it if there wasn't a wall between us next time." We stared at each other for a full minute, then I slowly licked my lips. He still didn't move, so I leaned forward and kissed his lips, running my hand over his muscular, furry chest through the neck of his sweater. He groaned and grabbed my head to return the kiss. His hands ran over my chest hair, and he began to play with my nipples. No one had yet paid that much attention to my tits. I had never known that a man's nipples could provide such pleasure, and I almost came when he began to pinch them lightly. I returned the gesture, and he moaned again as I moved one hand to the mound of his cock in his pants.

He stopped me with a groan and whispered: "Not here, Ike". He took a deep drag on his cigarette, looking troubled, then leaned back, staring at me as he played with his own nipples. "How did you know it was me, Ike? I was careful to only whisper, and I only approached you after I saw you have suck off that other guy."

"Mr. Hamilton, I've been staring at that mustache and those luscious lips for weeks now, dreaming of licking them. Do you think I wouldn't recognize them when you put them to the glory hole to kiss me. Let me tell you, sir, I thought I'd shoot another load when I was finally able to run my tongue over those lips and that mustache when we kissed."

My hot teacher stared at me, surprised. He muttered, "Damn! Why do you have to be so fucking good looking and hot? I should have my gawddamned head examined, that`s what I should do!" After a few seconds, he shook his head, gulped, and then with a deep sigh pulled a pad to him, wrote something on it and handed it to me. It was an address and a phone number. "What are you doing tonight at 8 o'clock, Ike?"

"Well, Mr. Hamilton, it looks like I'll be at this address at 8, kissing you all over your body. I hope you`ll let me spend the night with you."

He grinned at me and said: "I was planning on that. I even plan on feeding you dinner first, Ike."

"If I don't fucking rape you the minute I get through your front door, sir."

He laughed, "Ike, you're a terrible cock-tease! I`m not going to get ANY work done this afternoon, with pictures of your hot body in my bed tonight steaming my brain." Smirking, he stood up, unlocked and opened the office door. Two men were walking down the hall, but not from the toilet. He shook my hand as I left, as if nothing had happened. I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost time to meet Sam in the T-room across the hall.

But that is another story.

# Glory Hole Sagas - Chapter 3

Author: Ike Rose / Oldtimer25
Published: 2010-08-08T07:00:00+00:00
Word count: 4080
Source: https://new.nifty.org/stories/glory-hole-sagas-02531/3

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《寻欢洞传奇》第三章

与汉密尔顿先生对峙

周五早上我很早就醒了。外面下着倾盆大雨，但对我来说这已经是美妙绝伦的一天了。我那平时脾气暴躁的室友马特，因为那个周末没有游泳比赛，一边吹着口哨一边收拾行李，准备和未婚妻去纽约度周末。等我上完课回来，这房间就完全归我一人独享，直到周日晚上！今天是我要在厕所里和汉密尔顿先生以及山姆就我们的那些艳遇挑明一切的日子，而且希望能至少把其中一个弄上床。

我睡得像死猪一样，睾丸被排得干干净净。临睡前，我深夜去了一趟格斯所说的“T室”。即使是在晚上十一点半，行政楼地下室的走廊里也还晃荡着好几个男人，那楼似乎从不锁门。我跟着箭头找到了那条死胡同尽头藏着的那个热门男厕，发现屋里还有四个男人在闲晃，在那个时间点甚至懒得假装自己是来用设施的。两个看起来像学生，一个大约三十岁，穿着皱巴巴的西装，另一个看起来十八岁左右，穿着加油站服务员的制服。我觉得他们都挺有吸引力，而且因为所有的马桶隔间都空着，我舔了舔嘴唇，朝他们大家露齿一笑，然后退进中间那个隔间，迅速脱得精光，把衬衫和牛仔裤挂在门后的挂钩上。自从那天早上格斯因为我在隔间里忘了穿内裤，能那么快地掏出我的肉棒之后，我就心知肚明自己以后大概极少会穿了。这让做爱方便多了。

我坐在马桶上，一边抚摸着自己的大屌，一边看见两只眼睛在盯着我。我朝那两双眼睛都舔了舔嘴唇，同一瞬间，两根阴茎都从洞里滑了过来。一根是比较短的无毛鸡巴，另一根则是长长的、瘦瘦的，割过包皮的。我从马桶上替它们俩手淫，然后轮流舔了起来。那割了包皮的家伙像漏水的水龙头一样淌着前列腺液，我每舔一下似乎都让他的呻吟更响，于是我猜他急着要射。我对着短鸡巴的主人小声说了句“马上回来”，便跪下将那根瘦长的割包皮鸡巴整根吞下，还把他的睾丸从洞里扯了过来。透过洞口我能隐约闻到一股汽油味，于是我知道了我在给谁口交。对他状况的判断没错。他的龟头一顶到我喉咙后部，他就大叫起来，我感觉他阴囊里的蛋蛋猛地一跳。我往后一撤，便享用了一大口美味的浓精。他鸡巴抽回，低声说着“哇，谢谢！”，我便听见他拉链拉上的声音。

第一个人还没离开他的隔间，我就已经把没割包皮的鸡巴含在了嘴里。我的舌头在包皮下四处探寻，尝到一股酸味，倒也并非难闻。我感觉到一些小块状物质，便把它们都舔起来吞了下去，我的伴侣也愉悦地呻吟着。他的鸡巴够小，我把它整个吞在嘴里毫不费劲，还有足够空间可以舞弄我的舌头。我伸手进去摸到他的睾丸，大得惊人。我想把它们拉过洞口，但地方不够。他意识到我在做什么后，把自己的鸡巴从我嘴里抽出来，先把他几乎完全没有毛的睾丸整个儿推过洞口，然后又把自己的鸡巴塞了回来。这紧得很，但画面很美。我呻吟道“操，哥们，你的蛋蛋可真他妈漂亮啊！”，然后便俯身下去，开始给他汗津津的睾丸舔干净。我能听见另一个隔间里有人在打飞机，而自己有了观众这一事实更增添了我的兴奋。

我轻咬了他阴囊上松垮的皮肤几下，他尖叫出声，却说“嗨，这感觉好热辣，再多来点！”我继续啃食它们，越啃越兴奋，也越啃越重，直到他咕哝了一声“太重了！”，我才又转回去，一边慢慢替他撸鸡巴，一边舔着他的大睾丸。

舔他蛋蛋舔了老半天后，他说“再给我吸鸡巴吧，哥们。你口活儿真好。”我重新开始对付他的鸡巴，很快就收获了一大股异常甜美的男汁，他也尖叫着“操他妈的！我他妈要射了，哥们！全他妈吞下去，你这吸屌的货！”我把他鸡巴舔干净，他便慢慢将自己的鸡巴和蛋蛋从洞口抽了回去。他说“哇，哥们，你可真他妈棒。谢谢啊，小子。”

他走后，我从衬衫里取出一根烟，点燃，在抽水马桶上坐了下来，我的鸡巴向上直挺挺地硬着。我已经忘了另一个隔间里还有个人。几秒钟后，我从洞口看到了一只眼睛，然后一根手指透过洞口朝我勾了勾。不用天才也明白这是让我把鸡巴给他的邀请。我正要把烟捻灭，他却说“别，接着抽，我喜欢给正在抽烟或者抽雪茄的男人口交。”于是我让烟叼在嘴唇上，把九英寸又硬又粗、淌着前列腺液的割包皮大屌送过洞口，进入一张火热的等待着的嘴巴里。他开始给我来了一记缓慢又出色的口交，每一次都深吞到底。过了几分钟，他吐出来，小声问“我能到你的隔间里去吗，哥们？我想看着你抽那根烟然后给你口交。”

“当然。”我点上一根新的香烟，一边打开了我隔间的门。几秒钟后，一个大概四十岁、矮小但肌肉发达的男人走进隔间，用手掩着裤腰并锁上了门。他金发碧眼，留着胡子，他脱掉裤子，又脱掉衬衫，露出一具光滑而健美的胴体，一边停下动作欣赏我，一边抚摸着自己那根和我一样粗细长短的割了包皮的鸡巴。那家伙在他较矮的身躯上显得更大。他让我坐在马桶上，身子往后靠，一只手臂枕在脖子后，然后他慢慢地跪在我大张的双腿之间。他舔着我大腿内侧，让我愉悦得呻吟出声。我抽烟，他慢慢舔到我的蛋蛋，目光始终胶着在我脸上和我抽的烟上。他再次将我的整根鸡巴吞下，又恢复了他那缓慢的深喉口交。“操，哥们，你真是个甜心的吸屌货！”我恭维道。他停下来，朝我笑了一笑，又继续起来。他双手不停，一会抚摸我的腿和肚子，一会又在自己胸口上划过，而且很关注自己的乳头。他摆弄起我的蛋蛋，这开始把我往高潮边缘推。“操，哥们，我他妈要往你嘴里射了！”他把嘴从我鸡巴上移开。

“求你，小子。站起来，把烟叼在嘴唇中间，然后打飞机把精液射得我满脸都是！”我站起来，大约四十五秒后，我在他胸膛上射了五股精液，然后又在他肚子和鸡巴上落了些小股。我射完后他便闭起眼睛，双手在胸膛上涂抹着，把我的精液抹在他皮肤上。他站起来，我弯腰想去舔掉他身上的精液。“不，哥们。我想整晚都闻着你精液的味道。说不定我明天都不洗澡，好闻上一整天！”

他鸡巴看起来也随时都要爆发了。我跪下，他也没反对我把那玩意儿含进嘴里。他几乎立刻就用至少七股热热的、咸咸的蛋白质灌满了我的嘴。

我们一起离开时，屋里已经有更多寻找性爱的男人。在第一个隔间里，一个身材瘦长柔弱的学生正把鸡巴狠插进一个块头很大的家伙身体里，那家伙只穿了件橄榄球队的运动衫和一条护裆，门就那么大敞着。那橄榄球手正一边透过护裆揉搓自己的鸡巴，一边哼哼着“再重点！”。另外两个家伙则一边互相打飞机，一边抚摸着他们正剧烈冲撞的身体。另一个隔间的门关着，但里头激烈吃屌的声音清晰可闻。出去后，我又点了根烟，也给了我的搭档一支。他说：“我叫迈克尔。我玩得很开心。谢谢你让我实现了我的幻想。很多人都不敢在T室里共用一个隔间，宁愿只对付洞里的鸡巴或者嘴巴。”好吧，我从此知道了这些洞该叫什么，而且这名字还真贴切！“也许改天我能让你在我那儿抽着雪茄再来一次。不过就算不行，记住，我每周四十一点半都会来这儿。我会找你的，伙计。你是我好久以来上过的最火辣的狠角色。”

我握着他的手说：“我是艾克。我也很享受。我从来没抽过雪茄，不过操，绝对行啊，迈克尔，改天我们绝对可以做。我真的很想。”我们握着手，各自朝不同的方向离去。回到宿舍时，马特正躺在床上看书。他看我的眼神有点古怪，我猜是因为我平常很少在周中那么晚还在外面。感觉身上一股性交后的汗味、精液味和T室里那股陈尿味，我随意地脱光衣服去洗了个澡。等我出来时，马特已经关了台灯躺下了。我说了句“晚安。”

马特咧嘴笑道：“你这小子，脸上挂着刚被干得彻彻底底、爽歪歪的男人那种傻笑。干得好啊！晚安，艾克。”我关掉台灯，笑着进入了梦乡。要是我那已经订婚的、直男运动员室友知道我那晚上都在搞什么就好了！他大概会他妈心脏病发作！我只说了句：“嗯，这个周末轮到你了，猛男。跟希拉好好玩。”

***

即便要撑着伞和狂风暴雨搏斗，我那天上课脸上都挂着笑容。历史课上我轻松通过了小考，提前二十分钟下了课，因此破天荒地成了数学课第一个到的人；平时因为历史课在校园另一头，我总是最后一个到。我在前排坐下，复习起了课上的内容。闻着一股甜香，我扭头一看。那位“大奶毛衣女郎”在我旁边坐下了。我没再紧张得舌头打结，只是对她说了声嗨，便继续看我的笔记。她瞧了我正看的东西一眼，问了我一个课本上的问题，很快我们就聊起了别的事。

我做了自我介绍，她说她叫特丽。正聊着，一个相貌英俊、留着薄薄小胡子的男生坐到她旁边，还给了她一个吻。他看起来几乎跟T室里的运动员一模一样，但我能透过他运动衬衫敞开的领口看见一片汗毛适中的胸膛。他穿着一件田径队的校队夹克。特丽向我介绍他是她的“朋友”汤姆。当她说出“朋友”这个词时，汤姆在她背后怒视了她一眼。我们握手时，他丢给我一副“我的私有财产——给我退后！”的表情。我觉得挺逗。我们仨一直聊到课开始。

上课时，我注意到汤姆几次想去握特丽的手，她每次都抽开了。我有个感觉，特丽比汤姆所希望的独立得多，倒是有点同情那位帅气的运动员。下课后我们站起来时，我才意识到自己身高六尺一，足足比汤姆高出五英寸。我们握了握手，我试着用自己有力的握手和眼神让他明白，我可不怕他宣示对特丽的主权。纯粹为了气气这运动员，我跟特丽告别时格外亲热，实际上还把她拉过来给了个小小的拥抱。汤姆的拳头当时都攥紧了，但当特丽也回抱我时，我觉得自己简直像是“雄鸡中的霸主”！

下课后，我意识到特丽不再让我那么七上八下、紧张兮兮了，但我依然觉得她很可人。另一方面，我也意识到自己刚才对汤姆那么有攻击性，是因为我也想操他。他走出教室走在我前面时，我注意到了他那紧身仔裤，以及他那屁股操起来会是多带劲。结果我中午吃饭时，好些时间都在遐想跟他们俩来个三人行。

通常我都会飞快吃完午饭，好冲到汉密尔顿先生的教室里抢个前排座位，对他流口水。知道那天傍晚我跟他有个私下会面，而且有望展开更全面的性接触后，我便觉得不用那么火急火燎。再说了，隔壁桌上有个英俊的红发男生跟一帮家伙坐在一起，我敢发誓他对我抛媚眼，我很享受跟他交换眼神和微笑。只可惜他跟那伙人在一起，所以我也没法直接跟他搭话。

到英语课时，教室里已经差不多满了。后排角落里坐着的是前一天早上那个“我不是基佬”的火辣运动员。我一直太专注于我那个帅气的讲师了，竟从没仔细看过班上其余的人！哎，至少我当时觉得他在我某个班上的想法没错！让我意外的是，我进去时，那运动员居然咧嘴朝我挥手，还指了指他旁边一个空座。我朝他走去，一边欣赏着他的好相貌。他穿着游泳队的校队夹克，配上紧身仔裤，看起来几乎跟穿跑步短裤时一样帅气。我俩一边握手我一边在他旁边坐下。他得意地笑道，“敢打赌你不知道我名字，艾克。”

我想了一想，意识到马特几周前在一次游泳比赛时给我们介绍过。“你赌什么？”我诱惑地问道。

那猛男学生脸红了，结结巴巴道，“你想要什么都行。”

我探过身子，在他耳边低语：“那你下个礼拜就得跟我出去约会，尼克。”

他倒抽一口气，又满脸通红，咕哝着：“我不是基佬。”

“不，不过我怀疑，尼克，你跟我一样也是同性恋。我两天前才刚想明白而已。”我对着他耳朵小声说。“我们只是出去喝点东西，聊聊天。要是有什么发展的话……一张床，至少我的汽车后座，肯定比马桶隔间舒服。”

尼克点点头。“好吧，我打了赌，你赢了。”接着他慢慢对我笑了。“再说了，也许咱们俩都赢了。”我笑着坐下。“唉，要是非得跟男人约会，我很高兴对象是你这样好看、阳刚的家伙，而不是那些老是跟我搭讪的娘炮们。对啊，这么一想说不定真能跟你玩得挺开心。”他仔细打量着我。“对啊，非常开心。”

汉密尔顿先生进来了，尼克对我嘀咕道：“现在，我看见他就想，妈的，没准我还真是个基佬！”我很想告诉他在我俩互相口交的那个T室里我跟汉密尔顿先生的那些事，但还是忍住了。我那位英语老师在T室里干什么是他的私事。于是我只赞同地点了点头，咕哝了一句：“谁说不是呢！”

下课后，尼克和我商量起我们的“约会”。因为我提到我有车，他问介不介意开几里路。我说不介意，我们便约好周二在停车场碰头，去一家我从没去过的校外餐吧。他向我保证那地方非常“有趣”，我绝对会玩得开心。

***

那天下午，我比约定时间稍早一点到了跟汉密尔顿先生的办公室，因为我现在已经知道如何在那迷宫般的地下室走廊里穿行，跟着那些刻着的箭头，能找到寻欢洞了。我比以往更加欲火中烧，因为那天早上上完他的课后我没有像平常那样自己打飞机。实际上，从头一晚和迈克尔在厕所里做爱之后，我就没再射过，虽然中午休息时倒是有冲动想再去趟Ｔ室。我回过宿舍换了衣裳。我穿着我最紧的牛仔裤，一条小得有点不合身的裤子，而且没穿内裤。粗硬的布料摩擦着我坚挺的阴茎，裆部已经有一大块从龟头淌出的前列腺液湿痕。高中时我打橄榄球，虽然只是替补，所以我知道自己的身材还不错。我穿了件衬衫，扣子敞开到腰间，露出胸毛。那天早上和前一晚我都没刮胡子，希望能显得更阳刚更性感一点。或许也能显得比十九岁更成熟些？

门开着，我站在走廊里，端详着那个红发巨人。光是看着汉密尔顿先生伏案工作就让我亢奋。他穿着那件我很喜欢的绿毛衣。我发出一点细微声响，他抬起头。看到是我，他绽开一个大大的笑容。然后我见他目光聚焦在我硬挺鸡巴上那块湿痕，又往上移到我胸膛。我故意把门关上并上了锁，“这样我们工作时就不会被打扰”。我坐下来，双腿大大张开，好让他再多看点。我们用了半小时讨论我的短篇小说，彼此坐得很近。我不断用腿蹭他的腿，终于听到他发出一声呻吟。我能看到他的鸡巴也正在变硬。

完事后，我们约好周一再见面，一起过一下我周末打算写出来的修改。汉密尔顿先生说了一句：“我希望你不介意频繁来这地下室。”

我咧嘴一笑。机会来了。“不，汉密尔顿先生，我很喜欢来这儿。你这儿走廊对面有全校最棒的男厕所。周三下午会面后，我在那儿玩得很开心。”他瞪着我，就像一只被车灯照呆了的鹿。我露出最性感的笑容说道：“我特别喜欢透过隔板上的洞亲你，汉密尔顿先生。那是我跟男人的初吻，就发生在我第一次操了男人紧致火辣的后门之后。”他倒抽一口气，脸色发白。他点燃一根香烟，手颤抖着。我把手放在他大腿上，捏了捏。

“我操，我可能会丢工作的，如果……”

“别担心，汉密尔顿先生。我永远不会跟任何人提这件事。我之所以说出来只是因为……”这时我自己也害羞起来。

“为什么，艾克？你为什么非得让我知道你认得出来寻欢洞那人是我？”

“嗯……好吧……因为我想让它更多发生。多很多，汉密尔顿先生。从第一眼见到你，我就迷上你了。”他紧张地抽着烟，瞪着墙壁。“而且，我希望下次我们之间不要隔着一堵墙。”我们互相瞪了整整一分钟，然后我缓缓舔了舔嘴唇。他还是没动，于是我便倾身向前，亲吻了他的嘴唇，同时手掌从他毛衣领口伸进去，抚摸他肌肉发达、毛茸茸的胸膛。他呻吟一声，一把抱住我的头，回应了我的亲吻。他的双手抚摸着我的胸毛，然后开始玩弄我的乳头。还没有人对我的乳头给予过那么多的关注。我从来不知道男人的乳头竟能带来这样的快感，当他开始轻轻捏它们时，我差点就射了。我回敬了他，他也随着我一只手移到他裤裆上他鸡巴鼓起的地方，再次呻吟起来。

他呻吟着止住我，悄声说：“不要在这里，艾克。”他深深吸了口烟，神情苦恼，然后往后靠去，一边盯着我，一边玩弄着自己的乳头。“艾克，你怎么知道是我？我很小心只用了气声说话，而且我也是看到你给那另一个家伙吸出来后，这才接近你的。”

“汉密尔顿先生，这几个星期我一直在盯着你的胡子和那双性感的嘴唇看，梦想着能舔一舔。你以为你每次把嘴唇凑在寻欢洞那儿亲我，我会认不出它们来吗？先生，我跟你说，当我们接吻，我终于能用自己的舌头滑过你这两片嘴唇和你那胡子的时候，我差点就又射出来了。”

我那位炙手可热的老师瞪着我，惊呆了。他咕哝道：“妈的！你干嘛非要长得这么好看，这么火辣？我真该去检查检查自己脑子有没有毛病，这才是该做的！”几秒钟后，他摇了摇头，咽了口口水，然后长叹一声，拉过一本便签，在上面写了些什么递给我。那是一个地址和一个电话号码。“今晚八点，你要做什么，艾克？”

“唔，汉密尔顿先生，看来我八点钟要到这个地址，从头到脚亲遍你全身了。我希望你能让我跟你过夜。”

他对我咧嘴一笑说：“我就是这么计划的。我还打算先请你吃顿晚餐呢，艾克。”

“只要我一跨进你公寓大门，不马上强奸了你就算好了，先生。”

他笑道，“艾克，你真是要命的撩人精！有你那火辣辣的身体躺我床上的画面，把我脑子都蒸晕了，今天下午我什么活儿也别想干成了。”他得意地笑着，站起身来，把办公室门打开再拔下钥匙。走廊里有两个人正好走过，但不是从厕所方向来的。我离开时，他跟我握了握手，仿佛什么都没发生。我看了看手表，差不多该去走廊对面的Ｔ室里跟山姆碰头了。

不过这又是另一个故事了。