Glory Hole Sagas - Chapter 8
The Glory Hole Sagas Chapter Eight
Confronting Matt's Secret
I had woken up in the early hours of a rainy Sunday morning in late October of 1970 with a deep need for cock to suck. And for gallons of cum to swallow. And for some tight man-ass to screw. This was new for me. I had only really discovered the delights of man-to-man sex the previous week, when I ran into an isolated men's room in the basement of one of the college building to jerk off after a private tutoring with my English instructor, Jeff Hamilton, who I had a crush on. I discovered the joys of glory holes that morning, and the two studs who showed it to me were none other than Mr. Hamilton and my older, married buddy from my fencing class, Sam. I walked into that toilet an insecure 19 year old who had limited experience with other guys. By that weekend, I had spent the night in Jeff's bed and arms; I had convinced my buddy Sam to spend the afternoon having sex with me in my dorm room; and had begun to develop such a feeling of confidence and a casual attitude towards sex that one of my two girlfriends practically raped me in my car at a drive in, giving some guys in the other cars near us quite a sex show for free. After years of not thinking very much of myself, I had begun to accept that other people found me attractive and sexy. And I discovered that if I was totally honest, I found myself gawddamned hot and good looking. Hell, I'd definitely "do" me!
I had solved my horniness that early morning by a trip to the glory holes, and a vigorous round of sex with a number of men. After breakfast, I went back to my room and fell into a deep asleep. I awoke a few hours later and hit the books. I had a lot of studying and reading to do for classes. I finished the latest draft of my short story for English class, and got a boner thinking about Jeff Hamilton and his hot body. By time I was finished with the revision, I was horny as hell, and I considered another trip down to the glory holes in the basement of the Administration building. But I remembered that in a few hours I would be confronting my roommate, Matt, about the secret stash of gay porn my sex buddy Sam had found in his dresser drawer. I went over and pulled out some of the magazines I had not yet looked at. After an hour of that, I went back to work studying. Actually, I guess you can say that the time I spend examining Matt's immense and diverse collection was studying, too, because between the pictures, the ads and the articles, I got an education about some of the vast varieties of ways in which men can pleasure each other and themselves, and some of the `toys' they can use to help them. Some of what I learned went far beyond anything I could have ever imagined on my own.
Late in the afternoon, I finally had time to think about how I wanted to handle my roommate. Matt was a senior who was on the swim team. He had been in Vietnam with the Army, so he was almost 26 years old. He was tall for a swimmer - about an inch shorter than my 6`1". The school made us roommates when both our old roommates dropped out of school. Matt had always been somewhat of a grump, and distant. He would get very angry if I jerked off with the light on while he was in the room, or if I spoke while he was jerking off noisily in the dark. We did occasionally share a few beers or a joint and joke around, but on the whole, Matt kept to himself. I wasn't aware that he had any friends at school outside of the swim team, and I had rarely seen him socializing with any of them. On any weekend that the swim team did not have a meet, Matt fled from the college by the early Friday afternoon bus to New York City, supposedly to visit his fiance, to return all fucked out, exhausted and actually pleasant late in the afternoon on Sunday.
On Saturday afternoon, my married Texan buddy, Sam, a Vietnam vet like Matt, came to my room for the first time for sex. He accidentally opened Matt's dresser drawer when looking for towels, and discovered that impressive collection of all-male porn. We noticed that many of the magazines included a guy who looked a lot like me, and in some of them, the guy who looked like me was fucking a hairless guy who looked like Matt.
As a swimmer, Matt was lithe rather than muscular. I knew he was moderately hairy from our first days rooming together, but like many swimmers, he shaved his body. His black hair was always cut very short, almost a military hair cut, making him looked younger than me, until he grew a mustache that I admit made him look older and hotter. The discovery of the pictures of men with totally shaved bodies in his porn collection reminded me of something that had puzzled me. One day I had left the room to go to class while Matt was shaving his body in the bathroom mirror. After I got a few yards from the dorm building, I realized I had forgotten to take the paper that was due in my class in ten minutes, so I ran back upstairs. When I let myself into the room, the radio was on very loud, and Matt was singing along in the bathroom. I went to my desk to get the paper, and when I turned, I saw Matt was shaving the hair around his ass hole. Since he was facing the door so he could look in the mirror, I could see he had shaved off his pubic hair! I figured it was something swimmers did, shrugged, and hurried off to class. In a few of his magazines, there were a lot of pictures of guys having their bodies shaved by other guys, often while tied up, and the guys with no body hair would end up getting fucked. Sometimes by a group of hairy men in leather. Suddenly, it made sense. Suddenly I was turned on!
Since I knew exactly when Matt would get back to the room, I prepared carefully. I took three of the hottest of his magazines, climbed into bed, and got hard looking at them. I was sitting back against my headboard, the sheet over my lower body and the magazines. Only my bedside lamp was on. When I heard Matt's key in the door, I lit a very fat joint. Matt grinned at me as he dropped his old Army duffle bag and another bag next to his bed while I held out the joint to him. He stood next to the bed, toking. When he leaned down to return the joint to me, he found that I had pushed the sheet back. Matt looked shocked and annoyed to see me sprawled there naked with a hard on. A second later, his eyes focused on his magazines.
Before he could say anything, I said: "Listen, I'm sorry, but my buddy Sam went into your dresser by accident after we finished fucking and found your magazines. I just had to check some of them out. Man, they are fuckin` HOT!"
I handed the joint back to him. Mechanically, he took a deep toke. It took him a few seconds to digest what I had said. A shocked look came over his face, to be replaced by a silly grin. "SAM? Fucking around? YOU'RE GAY, TOO?!?" By then, I had already opened his belt and was pulling his zipper down.
I laughed. "Well, to be honest, I finally figured it out myself this week, but I've had a lot of hot sex since then." I grabbed his arm and pulled him on top of me. His lips found mine as he struggled out of his clothes. I whispered in his ear: "Sam noticed how many of your magazines featured guys who looked like me. I assume that means.."
"Fuck, yeah! I want you, kid. I wanted to suck your fat dick the first night we were roommates. Listening to you whack your meat at night would drive me up the fucking wall! That's why I wouldn't let you jerk off with the light on, or talk while we beat our meat. I was so damned tempted to see if my straight roommate was willing to fuck my fag ass as a favor, but was afraid you might beat me up, or report me. Those couple of times when I brought in a lot of booze and dope and got you totally wasted? I actually had planned on seducing you - hell, raping you if necessary, if you can call forcing you to get hard and ram your boner into my asshole rape... But I chickened out in the end, but jerked off standing over you when you passed out. I find you totally good looking, and hot and very masculine, in a calm, quiet way. I already had some magazines with guys who sort of looked like you, since you are really my type, the exact kinda stud I hunt for. But after I met you, I started to look for ones where the guys looked as much like the two of us as possible."
"So, there is no girlfr..."
"Hell, no. I go to New York to find man-sex. Hopefully with a stud who looks a lot like you. The last girl I fucked was a whore in Vietnam that my buddies shamed me into using. And she gave me crabs AND the fucking clap!"
I pointed to his nightstand. "So who's pictures are plastered all over our room? Who is Sheila?"
Matt laughed "My older sister. Her name really is Sheila, and she really does live in New York. with her husband and baby. She knows I`m gay and is happy to give me pictures of herself with me to show off to keep my secret. I started doing that when I got drafted."
Now, he was naked and rubbing his body against mine. A little of his body hair had grown back, and the stubble felt like sandpaper against my skin. I liked the feeling. The roughness of the stubble made my nipples hard and ready for action. We kissed passionately. I decided to continue to be the aggressor, and I pushed his head to my nipples. He licked them, and I ordered "Bite them!" I reached down and pinched his nipples, and he went crazy. When he had me good and hot, I began to push his head towards my raging boner. He needed no further invitation, and his nose was in my pubic hairs seconds later. I held his head and fucked into his mouth, and he groaned at that. When he started to beat his big cock, my instinct was to push his hands away while growling: "Uh, uh. Not yet, buddy."
He seemed to like that, sucking harder. I pulled him around so I could suck his cock. I stared at his crotch - it was the first time I was having sex with a guy with no pubic hair. It looked strange, but sort of hot. And it made his cock look a lot bigger. I swallowed his raging boner. Within a minute of my wrapping my lips and throat around his 8" cock, he grunted out loud and filled my mouth with his load. After he went soft in my mouth, I started to lick his totally hairless ass. The shaved area emphasized the rosette of his man-cunt, and made him look like he was a slut ready for hard fucking.
Matt went wild! He pulled off my cock and got on the floor on all fours. I dove down and began to eat his hairless ass with a great deal of enthusiasm. When my tongue got deeper into his ass channel, I could swear I tasted cum. "Oh, fuck, Ike, you eat ass so good! You have my man-pussy all hot and wet. I need more, buddy. I've needed it since the day you moved in here. I've needed it every day since then. I need you to ram that beautiful prick of yours into my ass, kid. Fuck me silly. I need, it, kid, Common, you motherfucking bastard cock tease, FUCK MEEEEE!!!!"
I greased my 9" cut cock and teased his ass hole with my cock head. Matt was having none of that. He rocked back and impaled himself on my dick to my short curlies with a grunt. We stayed still for a few seconds as I pulled on his tits. His ass was spasming around my dick as I did that. He lowered his arms so that his face and chest were on the floor, and wailed: "Screw my fucking pussy, buddy. Fill me!" I was right! He was a man-slut with a hole eager for a hard hammering by a cock. I started off slow, but he kept urging me to go faster and harder. I grabbed his hips and fucked him like a pile driver as he kept moaning: "Yes, oh, fuck, yes! Pound my fucking ass, Man! Yes.. Harder, Ike. Fuck the shit out of me!"
Inspired by his passion, I began to grunt "Yeah, buddy boy, take that big dick deep in your ass! Yeah, take it, man! Take a man`s cock deep in your man-cunt, pal. Oh, yeah, you got a hot fuckin' asshole, Matt! I love pounding my big dick into it!" We had become a noisy fucking machine. Thank goodness the room was soundproof! When I realized he was beating his meat, I decided to put a stop to it. I pulled my cock out, and pulled him to his feet. I threw him on his back on his bed, lifted his legs to my shoulders and rammed back into his tight hole. His handsome face was glowing and he had a big shit-eating grin on his face. Suddenly, he howled while his eyes rolled back into his head, and I felt his ass spasm as he shot another load on my hairy chest. In just a few days, I had come to really love the feeling of my dick in the ass of a stud shooting his load. "Yeah, buddy boy, shoot that fucking load. I love your ass strangling my cock as you empty your nuts!"
"Oh, gawd, that feels so good. More, Ike. Keep pounding my man-pussy with that beautiful cock of yours! Looking at your handsome face over me is just making me feel hornier. I need more of your cock, kid. Just keep slamming that fucker into my ass-pussy!" Matt's dick had remained hard after shooting two loads. It jumped and pulsed each time my balls hit his ass. "More, Ike. Make my ass shoot another fuckin' load of jizz from your balling. Gawd, you're as much of a stud as I fantasized you'd be. OHHHHH!"
"Gawd, you are such a fucking man-slut! I love it!" I kept ramming into his ass, which began spasming again as another load from Matt splashed on my chest and belly. That did it! "Oh, shit, Matt. I can't fuckin' take it any more. You're making me shoot my fuckin' load, you mother fuckin' stud soldier! Here it fuckin' cummmsss!!!!" With a grunt, I dumped a big load in his ass.
When my cock grew soft, I flopped on the bed. Matt licked his cum off of my chest, which I enjoyed a lot. I got up and grabbed us two of the cans of beer that Sam had left out of my mini-fridge. I relit the joint, and we shared it as we drank beer and talked.
First I had to ask him a question. "When I was rimming you deep, I could swear I tasted cum. Did I?"
Matt blushed as he giggled. "I have a little `welcome home' ritual, to get the last of my horniness used up before I see you again when I get back from New York. When the bus gets to town, I go into the men's room at the bus depot, and get fucked, sometimes by more than one guy. Tonight I got three loads shot in there, not including the bus driver, who is always the first guy to fuck me. Now, you said you discovered you were gay this week. How the hell did that happen?"
"Well, I got lost in the basement of the Administration building and found a sort of hidden away T-room with glory holes. The first time, I had sex with two guys, and realized afterwards from clues that I knew who they were. I have had loads of hot sex in the men's room since then."
"Holy crap! There's a fuckin' place like that on THIS campus?" he asked, surprised.
"Yes, there is. And half the men in this town seem to know it's there, and the secret of finding it. The variety of men is truly amazing, and no one seems to notice all these townies disappearing into a college building at all hours of the day and night! I've had sex there with students, including jocks, and with business men and working class men. I even watched a cop getting fucked in there once, and then he sucked me and his own cousin off through the hole. Speaking of which: do you remember that working class bar on Maple Street you took me to a few times?"
"Sure. A lot of the guys on my team like that place. I could never figure out why - its a fucking dump. Its just sort of a tradition with the swim team to drink there."
"Well, that may be because there are glory holes in that toilet, too!" He looked surprised. "One night last week when you were cramming and acting like a fucking bitch on the rag," (that comment earned me a friendly but hard punch from my roommate) "...I went there for a few drinks to escape your shitty mood. I ended up sucking off an older working class man, and I got really turned on by his calling me names and talking dirty. He got angry and insulting after he nutted, punching the cubicle wall and cursing me out, and I thought he was going to wait and beat me up if I left the toilet stall. But he just left the bar. I stick to the one here on campus, now."
"I never used the toilet in that bar, so I missed finding it. I have to remember to go in the next time the team goes there. Hey, kid, can you show me where your T-room is tomorrow? Like real early?"
"Sure, if I can watch you in action for awhile." I went on to tell him how I knew that the first two guys who I had sex with were Jeff and Sam. I told him how I confronted them, and that I spent the night with Jeff. "And you know that Sam was here for sex yesterday afternoon, His wife thought we were studying together."
"You had sex with your fucking English teacher? That big, handsome redheaded stud that you introduced me to a few weeks ago? Holy shit! You lucky bastard. I bet his cock is huge! Did he fuck you?"
"Well, yes, it's very big. But Jeff suggested that I wait until I found a special man and a special time to get fucked the first time, and I thought it was a good idea, so my ass is still virgin. Well, unless you count tongues and fingers."
Matt nodded. "Sounds like that might be a good plan. I wish I had been able to do that, but the first guy who screwed me just climbed on without asking during some group sex in the Army. Although I tried to push him off, he was bigger and stronger than me. He lasted a long time, and by the time he filled my ass with his cum, I was totally turned on. Another guy climbed on after the first guy came, and I shot a load without a hand or mouth or cunt on my cock while he was fucking me. After that, I was hooked on getting fucked." Suddenly he laughed. "So. your married friend fucks around, huh? His poor wife."
"That's what I said, but he insists she knows about him being bisexual and doesn't mind him with other men, but she threatened to shoot his cock off if he fucks another women. They're from Texas, so he believes she would actually do it. He was in Vietnam, too, Matt. He loves sucking "pecker" as he calls it, and adores getting fucked. I think you'll like him - he has a nice big uncut cock with a birthmark on it and quite a talented ass. Hmmm, maybe I'll invite him to join you and me on Saturday afternoon for a little get acquainted party. That is, acquaint both your hot man-cunts with each other's cocks."
"I get a big rush out of fucking and sucking some guy I can't see through a hole in a toilet wall. But the best is having sex with a stud I like in bed." I smirked at him, admiring his naked body with a leer. "I have a feeling neither of us will have to jerk off again this year!"
Matt laughed. "Then I can fire your substitute?"
"Substitute? Who the fuck is that?"
"Not who, what. Didn't Sam and you find my toy chest?"
"You're what?"
Matt fell to the floor and pulled a large old suitcase out from under his bed. I sat next to him on the floor as he opened it. I gasped. It was full of some of the stuff I had seen in the porn magazines. I could identify cock-rings, dildos, and there was a big cock shaped vibrator. There were other things I didn't recognize. As I looked through the collection, Matt had walked over to his duffle bag from his trip and dug around in it. When I turned around, he was wearing a leather vest and a leather jock strap that made my eyes bug out. As I watched, he put a leather cap on his head. Man, did he look tough and fuckin' hot!
I was sitting there holding the vibrator. "Ah, you found your substitute. Whenever I knew you were in class, I would take that old towel you always use to wipe up your cum when you beat your meat, or else your used jock strap and sniff your stale cum and sweat while fucking myself with that. It's amazing. I love the way it jiggles my prostate while I fuck my ass with it. Sometimes I don't even have to touch my dick to cum. Just the smell of you and the vibrator on high speed, plunging in and out is enough. Once, I set it vibrating on the lowest setting and had it rammed in my ass while I was in class. I came three times during class, and the need to control my reactions and be quiet was such a big fuckin' turn on."
I held up something that looked like two roach clips with a chain between them. "OK. I give up. What's the hell are these for?"
"Ah. my favorite tit clamps." He reached into the pocket of his vest and pulled out a similar but larger set, and a small brown bottle. The veteran actual blushed a little. "Uh... I sort of like some of the rougher forms of sex play sometimes. Not always, but every now and then I need to.. well, to be abused. Of course, a lot of guys use these just to add spice to regular sex. I've been known to wear them under a sweatshirt to keep horny all day. Here. let me show you."
He pinched his own nipples until they were erect. I had not noticed in the first flurry of our sex that his hard nipples stood a good inch from his well-developed chest. He opened the bottle, and took a deep snort out of it while holding his other nostril closed. Then he clipped the device to his big nipples, hissing as he did. Amazingly, after shooting 3 loads in a row, he was hard again. "Wanna give it a try, kid?"
"Sure. What's in the bottle?"
"It's called poppers. A lot of men, gay and straight, use them to enhance their pleasure during sex. It can make your ass so relaxed you can hardly feel a big cock penetrating you, and at the same time it can make you feel every centimeter of that prong sliding against a million nerve endings you weren't even aware of." He demonstrated how they were used, and handed them to me as he looked for something in his `toy chest'. I took a small sniff. The odor was a little harsh, and I realized I had smelled it a few times in the T-room. I held my nostril and took a deep hit, and I thought the top of my head was going to fly off. I felt the blood rushing back into my cock as Matt clipped some clamps on my suddenly hard nipples. "These are a lighter set of tit clamps - sort of a beginner's set. They don't bite in too deep."
I moaned at the slight pain that was rapidly becoming quite pleasurable. Matt reached over and gently tugged on the chain and I felt like he was ripping my tits off. The feeling was really hot. I thought how a week ago I didn't even know my tits could bring me pleasure, and now I'm learning how to take this sweet pain! I reached over and pulled hard on his chain, making him hiss. We sat there for a few minutes sharing the poppers as we pulled on each other's chains. As Matt took off the leather jock strap, I reached into the `toy chest' and brought out a long, flat piece of thick leather with a handle on one end. One side was smooth leather, the other side was peppered with metal studs. "Now, what the fuck is this thing, Matt? It CAN'T be for sex."
Matt blushed again. "Yeah, it is. I said I liked it rough some times.... well, when I'm in the right mood, I like to have my ass spanked or beaten with that paddle before getting fucked." I slapped it against my leg and it stung. I looked at him skeptically. "I'm telling you the truth. It's not for everyone, but some guys, even some straight guys, get off on getting even more severely physically abused. I'm fairly tame. I like to have my ass paddled and my tits worked over, and I like my partner to call me names while he pushes me around..." I held up a couple of pairs of handcuffs, my eyebrow raised. Another blush. "Oh, yeah, well... sometimes I need to be restrained, too. It can be hot to be ordered around, and it can be even hotter to be helpless and feel like you`re being forced to do things."
Matt demonstrated how the handcuffs worked, and showed me where he had a spare key in his nightstand drawer. I looked at the paddle, and slapped his leg with it. His dick jumped in reaction. "I guess you can say I'm basically a bottom."
"Bottom?"
"A lot of gay men, probably most of them, are versatile - they are equally comfortable sucking and getting sucked, fucking and getting fucked. Then there are the guys who have a need to service other guys. They love to suck cock and get fucked, but are not that interested in fucking or getting blown. These are called bottoms. Tops' are the opposite. Almost all tops declare that their ass is, as one top I know puts it exit only'. You can eat their ass, but don't try sticking anything else in there if you don't want a broken jaw. Some tops eat dick, but others don't. Some tops will eat a bottom's man-pussy to get it ready for a hard fuck, while other tops wouldn't dream of it."
"Most tops like to be in control - to tell their bottoms what to do, and to make the sexual decisions. Some go beyond that and need to totally own their bottom. That's already getting into another whole realm of rougher sex. Even in the rough sex scene, there are versatile guy, although they usually tend towards top or bottom. Usually the rougher a guy likes his sex, the more likely he is to lean heavily towards top' or bottom'. I knew real early that I was pretty much a bottom, although I am somewhat versatile, particularly when having `vanilla' sex - you know, every day garden variety sucking and fucking, as opposed to the rougher play."
I though about my recent experiences. "Hmmm. I wonder... I have a feeling I'm more of a top, although I'm versatile enough to enjoy everything. I've noticed that I really enjoy telling guys what to do, or controlling them the way I stopped you from jerking off when you were blowing me. I.. uh.. I even can get quite excited calling a guy names if I know or even suspect that it will turn him on. And sometimes I just KNOW when a guy needs to be pushed, or abused or ordered around."
"Sounds like a top to me. Um... all this talk is getting me very horny for some rough stuff. Would you.. would you be willing to give it a try, kid?"
I stood up and glared down at him. Out of nowhere, I heard myself say "That's `Sir' to you, fucking scumbag punk!"
Matt's face lit up, and he got on his knees, bowing his head to me. "Yes, SIR!"
I sat on the bed. "Get over here, you cocksucking slut. You need your pussy warmed up before a REAL man can screw it."
"Yes, Sir!" Matt meekly crawled over to me. I pointed to my lap, and he quickly draped his body over it, his ass in the air. I picked up the paddle and ran the studded side over his well-developed buns. He moaned and shivered. I raised my hand, and flipped the paddle before I gave his ass a hard whack! The sound was like a gunshot in the silent room. Matt gasped, and said "Thank you, Sir."
I continued to paddle his ass, trying to hit him as hard as I could. Each blow got a "Thank you, Sir", although his voice was getting more strained, and he sobbed and moaned. I watched his pale white ass cheeks turn pink, and then bright red. I lifted my arm ass high as I could, and gave one last harder blow. Instead of the "Thank you, Sir" Matt began to writhe around, as if trying to escape. Remembered what Matt had told me about what he liked, I followed my instincts and inspiration. I picked up a handcuff from the nightstand, and quickly twisted one arm behind his back, snapping on the cuff. Matt put on a show of struggling, but soon I had the jock's hands cuffed behind his back. The sight of his bright red buns and the handcuffs had me higher than any drug I had ever experimented with, although my dick remained only slightly hard.
"Get on your fuckin' feet, scumbag!" Matt quickly obeyed. "Now, lay on your stomach on your bed!"
"Yes, SIR!" Matt instantly obeyed. I felt the need to calm down, so I walked over to my side of the room and lit a cigarette, opening another can of beer which I quickly downed. I sat on my bed and looked at Matt, who squirmed as if trying to escape. I walked over to the `toy chest' and rummaged around. I found a really massive dildo. It was at least two feet long, and almost as fat as my wrist. I stood over him. slapping it against the palm of my hand as I tried to look stern at my hot roommate. His eyes grew wide, a combination of fear and lust.
"No, Sir. Please! Not that! That monster wouldn't fit in my poor ass-cunt. You'd rip me a new asshole with that fucker, Sir!" I knew that I had picked the right toy. I slapped his ass with the enormous fake dong, making Matt moan in delight. I took it and put it against his lips.
"Let's see how good a cocksucker you are, fag boy!" Matt obediently opened his mouth, and I began to stuff it in. Even an experienced bottom like Matt could only stretch his jaw so much, and I could only force about 4 inches of the dildo into his eager mouth. Leaving it jammed in there, I picked up the vibrator. I knew his ass was well greased with my load of cum (and the three less than an hour before) so I walked over, holding it so he couldn't see it. I put the head against his ass slit, and pushed it in about 6 inches. Matt tried to scream, but the dildo cut off the noise. Once the vibrator was in, I found the switch and turned it on low speed. Matt groaned in frustration as I slowly ran it in and out of his man-pussy. "You are a fucking whore, punk. Look at how you're trying to get that plastic prick deeper into your man-cunt! You`re a fucking SLUT!" I slapped his ass with my bare hand when I said that, and Matt moaned in ecstasy. I few more slaps were accompanied by more slaps.
By now, I was getting turned on. I rolled Matt over onto his back. Although he struggled against the handcuffs, his eyes were bright with excitement. His cock was like a steel rod, and it was leaking pre-cum like mad! I picked up the poppers and took a deep hit, and suddenly felt like I was 20 feet tall. I had forgotten that I still had the tit clamps on my nipples, and the pleasure of that pain became enormous. I was about to put the poppers bottle down when I saw that Matt's eyes were focused on it, so I held it under his nose and pinched off his nostril, allowing him to take a couple of deep sniffs. I decided I needed to calm down and think out my next move, so I went back to my bed and pretended to ignore Matt as I drank another can of been and lit a cigarette.
I realized that I was more than slightly drunk. I swaggered over to Matt's bed, smoking my cigarette. I remembered that Matt, as a swimmer concerned with his breath, didn't really like cigarette smoke. He barely tolerated my smoking in the room after I made a fuss about it being MY room, also. I walked over, took a deep puff and blew the smoke in Matt's face. He tried to cough, but the dildo gagging him prevented it, and he turned red. I quickly pulled the gag from his mouth, allowing him to cough and catch his breath, then blew some more smoke into his face. He looked at me with anger as he coughed, but said nothing.
I grabbed his head and forced his mouth to my now rampant boner. He tried to resist, so I slapped his face. He surrendered and swallowed me to the root. I stood next to his bed, fucking his face as I held his head with one hand and smoked my cigarette with the other. When I finished the cigarette, I pulled out of his sucking throat and walked back to my side of the room to put it out. Matt looked at me with longing. "Do you want more, asswipe?"
"Yes, Sir, I do."
"Beg for it, asshole. I might let you have more."
"Please sir, let me suck your big, beautiful cock. Please, Sir, let me pleasure you!"
I walked over, my dick in my hand, and pushed his head into my balls, which he began to lick with passion. I reached down and began to fuck his ass with the vibrator, making him moan. He kept trying to push his hips back onto the vibrating plastic cock. I knew I was close to cumming, and it was time to up the stakes. "Do you want my cock in your pussy, fag boy?"
Matt's face lit up. "Oh, please, Sir! Please, fuck my man-cunt. Shoot your load in my ass, please, Sir!"
I looked around the room, and saw a large metal hook that hung off the back of the door. I ordered Matt to stand. When he was still off balance, I uncuffed one of his wrists, and we fought as I forced his arms in front of his body, cuffing them again. I kicked him in the ass, then pushed him towards the door. "Maybe the rest of the dorm would enjoy watching us, asswipe."
Matt groaned. "Whatever you say, Sir."
When we got to the door, I lifted his hands and hooked the chain of the handcuffs on the hook, so his hands were above his head. I pulled his body back so he was bent over slightly, presenting his man-pussy to me. I walked back to the table and got the poppers, taking a hit. I pulled out the vibrator, and rammed my cock into his ass in one hard thrust. Matt moaned in pleasure. I held the poppers to his nose, and then I began to ram in and out of his ass with all my strength. Matt groaned with each thrust, as the head of my cock popped out of his ass, and was forced back in. I took another hit of the poppers, and give one to him, then closed the bottle and tossed it on the bed. I reached around and started pulling in the chain of his tit clamps, and that set Matt off. "Oh, Sir! If you keep doing that to me, I'm going to fucking cum. Please, Sir, may I cum?"
I rammed in deep and whispered in his ear, "Cum, fag boy. Shoot your pathetic load!" Then I bit his neck. That was all it took. I felt the spasms as he grunted and shot his load on the door. I took the cuffs off the hook and forced him to his knees. "Lick up that mess you made, boy!" He eagerly did this as I stood over him, pulling on my cock. When he was finished with his task, I pushed him to the floor, and shot my load on his chest. I collapsed on the floor next to him and kissed him deeply.
We lay there for a few minutes. "That was great, Ike. Are you sure you've never done this before?"
"No, I never even imagined it until yesterday. Most of my ideas just popped into my head. The rest I got from your magazines and books, or from what you told me you liked."
"I'd say you're almost definitely a top. And that you certainly have a talent for the rough stuff. Uh, could I ask you to take the cuffs off, Ike?"
I laughed. "Sorry, I forgot." I crawled to his nightstand and got the key. As soon as they were off, he took off his tit clamps. As I lay on the floor, Matt walked over to his closet and rummaged around. He pulled out a large wrapped box. He sat on his bed. "Uh... when I was a freshman, I had an affair with a senior, a rough sex top who was an ex-Marine. I bought him a Christmas gift when I visited my sister in New York for Thanksgiving , but before Christmas, we broke up. I still have it. He was about your size, so I'm sure it will fit. It isn't doing anyone any good in the back of my closet, so here." He held the package to me.
I opened it up. Wrapped in black tissue was a black leather vest with chains on it; a leather jockstrap with chains for straps; four thick studded leather pieces with snaps; a metal object shaped like a bullet on a circle of rawhide; and a studded cockring with ball separator. I shook my head, but he interrupted me "Take it, Matt. Just think of it as your first birthday gift of the year. And believe me, it will certainly add to my pleasure when we play these kinds of scenes when you're wearing the outfit."
"Ok." I stood up, and we put the jock strap on me, then the vest. Two of the pieces of leather turned out to be wrist bands. and the two larger ones went around my biceps. He showed me that the "bullet necklace" was for poppers, and filling it, put it around my neck. He put his own leather jack strap back on, and his cap, which had fallen off. I walked over to the full length mirror and looked at myself. I was still wearing the tit clamps, so the chain ran across my chest under the vest. My dick started to stir a little as I looked at the two of us in our leather outfits. "Fuck, are we hot!" I smirked. "If Sam comes her Saturday for a three way, let's be dressed like this when he gets here! Hell fuckin pass out!"
Matt laughed. I lit a joint and we sat back on the floor. He reached over and took the tit clamps off me, and the blood rushing back to my nipples was a new pleasurable pain. He put them in my vest pocket. "I got a lot more of them, kid."
I looked at the giant dildo where I had dropped it on the floor. "Do you actually use that thing?"
"That top I was dating had given it to me as a gag gift, but I have to admit, I HAVE taken it up my ass a few times, usually when someone else is putting it in, and when I'm pretty wasted. Want to give it a try, kid?"
"Hmm... Oh, no, not THAT dildo. I was wondering if using a smaller one would mean I was no longer a virgin. I mean, I'm saving it, so I don't want to do anything to compromise my ass-cherry."
"I'd say anything bigger than a few fingers is the same as taking a dick up your ass. I have a couple of really small dildos and butt plugs that you might want to try." He showed me a butt plug, a pointed dildo that got really fat in the middle and then tapered off to end with something to stop it from going all the way into the ass. He explained that they were often used my "masters" to keep their "slave's" asses spread open, or used by inexperienced guys to loosen their assholes to become more relaxed about getting fucked. I looked at it skeptically. He laughed, and handed it to me. "Use it if you want to try it out. It's the smallest one I have." He took out a much larger one, with a strap that closed with a lock. "This one would be used by a master as a chastity belt, so control a slave getting fucked by anyone else." I shook my head at all the new information.
We climbed on to my bed and snuggled as we talked. "Matt, how did you discover that you were gay?"
"I started sucking cock a little in high school - mostly buddies helping each other out when their girlfriends gave them blue balls. I never thought much of it, but I knew I liked doing it more than I liked fucking girls the couple of times I did that. Then I go drafted. The first week I was in boot camp, a couple of the bigger guys noticed me checking out their big dicks. One of them, a big tough redneck from Tennessee, cornered me one night in the shower and ordered me to suck his beautiful dick. I put up a show of resistance, but my performance was professional enough to let him know I was experienced."
"Actually, a group of men-loving men had already discovered each other, and the big redneck had gotten the long straw to try me out. If I'd put up a big fight, he'd have raped my mouth and left me there. Instead, the next night he brought me to an empty barracks near ours. The camp had been a lot bigger during World War Two, and here were plenty of empty buildings being kept in shape in case they were needed for another full scale war, W had already painted the outside of this building and seen through the windows that it had beds in it with rolled up mattresses and blankets."
"There were six other men besides Tennessee and me that first night. We just sucked dick that night, but a few nights later, with four new members and three bottles of whiskey, it turned into an all out orgy. SOMEONE ate my ass for the first time, and sent me to heaven, and then he rammed his big cock into me, and ripped me in half - but I had a cock down my throat so my screams were a bit muffled. By the time the stud in my mouth popped his load, the pain was gone and I was loving the feeling of that cock on my ass-nut. I lost count of the number of men who fucked me that night. And I fucked a bunch of butt too. I got to pop Tennessee's hairy muscular ass-cherry after my first, very popular attempt at eating ass. He tried to throw me off, but since he was the only man who had not been fucked yet, three guys held him down while I fucked him until he began begging o for me to fuck harder. Then they let him loose, and someone plugged his mouth."
"Some of these men introduced me to some of the stuff we did tonight: spanking, tit torture, name calling, bondage. And I did it back to them. It wasn't a far stretch from getting gang raped the first time I got fucked, and loving it. I guess I suspected that first night that I liked being treated roughly. On leave in some big cities like New York, they took me to some rough sex clubs. I even fell in love with another soldier on one of them, a tall drink of water from the South. But we didn't even exchange names, let alone addresses. But if I ever met him again, I'd be his slave in a minute. Not that it would be an exclusive thing. I don't think I'm the commitment type."
Matt offered to take me to a gay bar he knew on the outskirts of town some night.
"Matt, I'm sort of confused about something. Although I really find sex with men a lot hotter than sex with women, I still want to be a father someday. I had a great dad, and I'd like to be as good a father as him. How do I..?"
"Reconcile the two? Damned if I know. I'll tell you something I've never told anyone. I want to be a dad, too. My father died when I was a teenager, like your dad did, and he was a great guy, too. I don't know if I could lie to a wife, and I know I couldn't give up guys. Maybe we'll both get lucky and find understanding broads like your buddy's wife. Or bisexual chicks. Hey, that would be a gas! We'll find two bisexual lovers, and marry them, and have kids with our wives and fuck our brains out with men the rest of the time!"
I laughed as we cuddled some more, the beer and the sex taking it's toll. We fell asleep in each others arms.
When I woke up a few hours later, I saw that Matt was asleep and hard. I started sucking his dick, and he woke up with a big smile. This time Matt took control. He rolled us over so he could fuck my face. He maneuvered himself without losing a stroke so that his face was at my crotch, and he began to chew my balls. I heard him open the jar of Vaseline, and soon he had two finger prodding my ass nut. I writhed under his attentions, and sucked harder on his cock. Matt began to curse and then his cock grew fatter. I pushed him up so that just his cock head was in my mouth, and I swallowed his hot load. He jammed his fingers in really deep, and his load and his fingers pushed me over the edge. I screamed "Mother fucker!" and his lips wrapped around my cock just as I busted my nut in his mouth. I grinned at him. "That's a great way to start the day!" He laughed. "hey, you have to make me one promise. The next tine you shave your entire body for a swim meet, let me do it, just like in that magazine - with your tied up and a gag in your mouth!"
"Hell, you're on. A wet dream cum true, roomie!" Remembering the photos of couples who looked like us, I reluctantly brought up the subject of his expectations. "No, Ike, I know that you're not ready for a relationship. It would be nice, but you have a lot of men to try out before you're ready. It will be enough for me if we fuck around a few times a week. To be honest, I bought the magazines when I thought you were unavailable. Now that you are willing to have sex with me, the image isn't as important to me anymore. I have no plans of stopping my sex hunts in New York, although I may bring you along some time to show you the scene. Of course, even if I am a bottom and you're a top, Im gonna try to convince you that Im the stud to bust your cherry ass!"
Laughing, I said. "You have no idea how many men are have said that to me in just a couple of days!" I kissed him and we went to take a shower. That ended up with Matt on his knees sucking my new erection, then soaping it up and backing his ass back on it until we both came.
Later, we talked about what to do about bringing men to the room, and we agreed that if the guy didn't object, we'd invite each other to join in. Otherwise, the guy who got to the room first would put a tie on the doorknob (the dorm wide "do not disturb" sign), and the other would go away for a while.
Just before we fell asleep again, Matt yawned and said "Remember, kid. You promised to show me that hot T-room tomorrow morning."
But that is another story.
以下是《Glory Hole Sagas》第八章的完整中文翻译：
《光荣洞传奇》
第八章
与马特对质
1970 年十月末，一个下雨的星期天清晨，我早早醒来，内心深深渴望吸鸡巴。渴望吞下好多加仑的精液。渴望操几个紧窄的男人屁股。这对我来说是全新的感受。我真正发现男人之间性爱的乐趣，不过是上周的事。那天，我跟我暗恋的英语老师杰夫·汉密尔顿私下辅导完后，跑到学校某栋楼地下室一个偏僻的男厕所去打飞机，结果发现了寻欢洞的乐趣。而那两位向我展示这乐趣的猛男，竟然就是汉密尔顿老师和我击剑课上那个年长已婚的哥们，山姆。我走进那间厕所时，还只是个没有安全感、跟其他男人没多少经验的十九岁少年。到了那个周末，我已经在杰夫的床上、在他的臂弯里睡了一整夜；我说服了哥们山姆在我宿舍房间里跟我搞了一整个下午的性爱；还开始建立起一种如此自信、对性如此随意的态度，以至于我的两个女朋友之一，在汽车影院里几乎强暴了我，顺带给附近车里的一些家伙免费上演了一场活色生香的性爱秀。在多年都不怎么瞧得起自己之后，我终于开始接受别人觉得我有吸引力、很性感这一事实。而且我发现，如果完全诚实面对自己，我觉得自己真他妈火辣又好看。妈的，我绝对会“上”了我自己！
那天一大早，我用一趟寻欢洞之旅、以及跟好几个男人来了一场酣畅淋漓的性爱，解决了自己的欲火。吃完早饭后，我回到房间，沉沉睡去。几个小时后醒来，埋头苦读。有很多功课要学，很多书要读。我完成了给英语课写的那篇短篇小说的最新一稿，想着杰夫·汉密尔顿和他那火热的身子，鸡巴就硬了起来。改完稿子后，我欲火焚身，考虑要不要再去行政楼地下室的寻欢洞跑一趟。但我记起来了，再过几个小时，我得去找我室友马特，就我那个性伴山姆在他衣柜抽屉里发现的那堆秘密 GV 杂志当面对质。我走过去，翻出一些我还没看过的杂志。看了一个钟头后，我又回去学习了。实际上，你也可以说我花在仔细研究马特那数量庞大、种类繁多收藏品上的时间，也是在“学习”。因为观其图、读其广告和文章，让我见识到了男人之间取悦彼此以及自得其乐的各种花样繁多的方式，还有他们能借以助兴的一些“玩具”。而我从中学到的一些东西，远远超出了我自己所能想象到的任何范围。
下午晚些时候，我终于有时间思考该怎么处理我这位室友。马特是大四学生，校游泳队的。他当过兵，去过越南，所以快二十六岁了。以一个游泳运动员来说，他算高的——只比我六尺一寸矮一英寸左右。我们俩之前的室友都辍学了，学校就把我们凑成了一对室友。马特向来有点脾气暴躁，疏远冷淡。如果我开着灯打飞机被他撞见，或者他在黑灯瞎火里大动静地撸管时我开口说话，他就会非常生气。我们偶尔也会一起喝几杯啤酒、来根大麻，开开玩笑，但总的来说，马特总是独来独往。据我所知，他在学校里除了游泳队以外没有任何朋友，我也几乎没见过他跟他们中的任何人社交。凡是游泳队没有比赛的周末，马特都会赶周五下午早班巴士逃去纽约，据说是去探望他的未婚妻，然后到周日下午晚些时候才疲惫不堪、一脸被榨干、但态度却出奇和蔼地回来。
星期六下午，我那来自德克萨斯州的已婚哥们山姆——他跟马特一样也是越战退伍兵——第一次到我房间来搞。他找毛巾时不小心打开了马特的衣柜抽屉，发现了那批数量可观的纯男色情杂志。我俩都注意到，很多杂志里都有个长得很像我的家伙，而在某些图片里，那个长得像我的家伙正在操一个没有体毛、长得像马特的男人。
作为游泳选手，马特体态轻盈而非肌肉发达。从我们刚做室友那几天我知道他体毛不算少，但跟许多游泳运动员一样，他刮体毛。他的黑发总是剃得很短，几乎像个军人平头，这让他看起来比我年轻，直到他蓄起一撮小胡子，我承认那撮胡子让他显老了些，也辣了些。发现他收藏里那些完全刮光体毛的男人照片，倒提醒了我一件一直让我困惑的事。有一天我离开房间去上课时，马特正对着浴室镜子刮体毛。我离开宿舍楼几码远后，发现忘了带那堂课上十分钟后就得交的论文，于是跑回楼上。等我开门进房间时，收音机开得震天响，马特正在浴室里跟着唱歌。我走到自己书桌前拿论文，转身时，看到马特在刮他屁眼周围的毛。因为他是正对着门好照镜子，我能看到他把自己的阴毛给剃了！我当时还以为那是游泳运动员常做的事，耸耸肩，就赶去上课了。现在回想起来，在他的一些藏书中，有很多照片是男人被别的男人捆绑着刮体毛，而那些没了体毛的家伙最终会挨操。有时是被一群多毛的皮衣男人操。突然，这一切都说得通了。突然，我兴奋了起来！
既然我清楚马特回房间的准点时间，我便精心准备起来。我抽出三本他最火辣的杂志，爬进被窝，看着它们鸡巴就硬了。我背靠床头板坐着，床单盖住下半身和杂志，只开了我床头那盏灯。一听到马特的钥匙插进门锁，我就点上一根极粗的大麻烟。马特把他的旧陆军行李袋和另一个包丢在自己床边时，朝我咧嘴一笑，我把大麻递了过去。他站在床边吸着。当他弯腰把大麻还给我时，发现我把床单推开了。看到我光着身子、硬着鸡巴摊在那儿，马特显得震惊又恼怒。下一秒，他的目光就聚焦在了他的那些杂志上。
他还没来得及开口，我就说：“听着，不好意思，但我哥们山姆在我们搞完之后，不小心打开你的衣柜发现了你的杂志。我实在忍不住翻了几本。操，那些杂志真他妈火辣！”
我把大麻递还给他。他机械地深深吸了一口。过了几秒，他才消化掉我刚才说的话。他脸上先是一副震惊的表情，随即换成了一个傻乎乎的笑容。“山姆？也玩这个？你他妈也是基佬！？”这时，我已经解开了他的皮带，正在往下拉他的拉链。
我大笑起来：“嗯，说实话，我也是这周才总算认清自己的，但从那以后，我可搞了不少火辣辣的性爱。”我抓住他胳膊，把他拉到我身上。他的嘴唇找到了我的，一边挣扎着脱掉衣服。我在他耳边低语：“山姆注意到，你的杂志里有很多像我的家伙。我猜那意味着……”
“操，当然！我想要你，小子。我们做室友头一晚，我就想吸你那根肥鸡巴了。晚上听你捶肉棒的声音，真他妈把我逼疯了！所以我才不让你开着灯打飞机，也不让你在我们撸管时说话。我太他妈想看看我这直男室友愿不愿意行行好操操我这基佬屁眼，可又怕你会揍我一顿，或者去打小报告。那几次我带了好多酒和毒品把你灌得烂醉？其实我是计划好了要勾引你——妈的，如果必要的话，强暴你也在所不惜，如果你能把强迫你硬起来然后把你那硬棍捅进我屁眼里叫做‘强暴’的话……但我最后退缩了，只在你醉死过去后，站在你身边对着你打飞机。我觉得你好看得要命，火辣得很，又有男人味，而且是那种沉稳、安静的男人味。我之前就有一些杂志，里面的男人有点长得像你，因为你就是我的菜，正是我猎寻的那种猛男。但认识你之后，我开始专门找那些里面的人长得越像我们俩越好的。”
“这么说来，没有什么未婚……”
“屁，没有。我去纽约是找男人搞的。希望能找到个长得像你的猛男。我操的最后一个女人，是在越南的一个婊子，是被我那些兄弟羞得没辙了才去用的。结果她不仅传了我一身阴虱，还他妈的给了我淋病！”
我指向他床头柜：“那我们房间里贴满的照片又是谁的？那个‘希拉’是谁？”
马特笑了起来：“我姐。她真名叫希拉，也真住在纽约，跟她老公和孩子。她知道我是基佬，很乐意把她跟我的合照给我拿给别人看，好帮我保守秘密。我从被征召入伍起就这么干了。”
此刻，他已经全裸，正用身体摩擦着我的身体。他身上冒出了一些短短的体毛茬，蹭在我皮肤上像砂纸一样。我喜欢这种感觉。那粗糙的质感让我的乳头硬了起来，进入了备战状态。我们热烈地亲吻着。我决定继续充当主导者，把他的头按到我乳头上。他舔了舔，我命令道：“咬它们！”我伸手下去捏住他的乳头，他登时就疯了。等他把我弄得又热又爽之后，我开始把他的头往我那怒胀的鸡巴上按。他不需要更多的邀请，几秒之后，鼻子就埋进了我的阴毛里。我捧住他的头，往他嘴里抽送，他为此呻吟了一声。当他开始撸自己那根大鸡巴时，我本能地把他的手推开，低吼道：“呃呃，还不到时候，兄弟。”
他似乎很喜欢这样，吸得更用力了。我把他调转过来，好让自己也能吸到他的鸡巴。我盯着他的胯间——这是我头一回跟一个没有阴毛的男人做爱。那样子怪怪的，但又有点辣。而且这让他的鸡巴显得更大。我把他那根怒挺的肉棒吞进嘴里。我的嘴唇和喉咙裹住他那八寸长的鸡巴才不到一分钟，他就大声咕噜着，在我嘴里射了满满一发。在他嘴里软下去后，我开始舔他那光溜溜的屁股。刮得干干净净的区域，更突出了他那朵“男人穴”的菊蕊，让他看起来就像一个等着挨猛操的荡妇。
马特发狂了！他吐出我的鸡巴，四肢着地趴在地板上。我扑下去，以极大的热情开始舔他那没毛的屁股。当我的舌头更深入他的肛门通道时，我发誓我尝到了精液的味道。“哦，操，艾克，你舔屁眼舔得太好了！你把我的男人穴舔得又热又湿。我还想要更多，兄弟。从你搬进来的那天起，我就想要了。那以后每一天都想要。我需要你那根漂亮的鸡巴捅进我屁股里，小子。把我操傻。我需要，小子，来吧，你这该死的混蛋吊胃口的鸡巴骗子，操我！！！”
我给自己那九英寸的割过包皮的鸡巴涂上油，用龟头在他屁眼上撩拨。马特可不吃这套。他往后一坐，咕噜一声，整根吞进我的鸡巴，一直插到我那短卷毛的根部。我们静静待了几秒，我扯着他的乳头。我这样做时，他的屁眼箍着我的鸡巴阵阵痉挛。他放低手臂，让脸和胸膛贴在地板上，哀嚎起来：“操我的骚穴，兄弟。灌满我！”我说得没错！他就是个有着渴望被鸡巴猛捣的饥渴肉穴的骚货男人。我开始很慢，但他不停地催我再快些、再猛些。我抓住他的屁股，像打桩机一样操他，他则不停地呻吟：“对，哦操，对！捣烂我他妈的屁眼，兄弟！对……再狠点，艾克。把我操出屎来！”
被他这股激情感染，我也开始咕噜道：“对，兄弟小子，把那大鸡巴深深吃进屁眼里！对，接住它，兄弟！把男人的鸡巴深深吞进你的男人穴里，伙计。哦，对，你那屁眼真他妈烫，马特！我就喜欢把我的大鸡巴往里头猛捣！”我们俩变成了一个吵闹的做爱机器。谢天谢地房间隔音！当我意识到他在撸自己鸡巴时，我决定制止他。我把鸡巴抽出来，把他拉起来。我把他仰面朝天扔到他自己床上，把他双腿扛到肩上，重新狠狠捅回他那紧窄的洞里。他那张英俊的脸泛着光，脸上挂着一个大大的、得意洋洋的笑容。突然，他嚎叫起来，眼睛翻白，我感到他的屁股阵阵痉挛，他又把第二发精液射在了我多毛的胸膛上。才短短几天，我就深深爱上了自己的鸡巴埋在正在射精的猛男屁股里的那种感觉。“对，兄弟小子，射你他妈的那发。我爱死了你把蛋清空时屁眼勒紧我鸡巴的感觉！”
“哦，老天，那感觉真好。再给我，艾克。用你那根漂亮的鸡巴继续捣我的男人穴！看着你那张帅脸居高临下地对着我，只是让我更饥渴。我还要你的鸡巴，小子。只管把那个混蛋玩意往我的屁股穴里使劲砸！”马特在射了两发之后鸡巴还是硬的。每次我的蛋蛋撞上他的屁股，他那家伙就跳一下、脉动一下。“再给我，艾克。让我屁股被你猛干得再射出一发他妈的子弹来。老天，你跟我幻想中的一样猛。哦哦哦哦！”
“老天，你真是个该死的男人荡妇！我爱死了！”我继续往他屁股里猛捣，他的屁股又开始痉挛，马特的又一发子弹溅在我的胸膛和肚子上。这下引爆了我！“哦，操，马特。我他妈再也忍不住了。你让老子要他妈射了，你这狗娘养的猛男兵哥！来了，他妈的来了！！！！”随着一声闷哼，我深深浇灌进他屁眼里一大泡精液。
等我的鸡巴软下来，我瘫倒在床上。马特把我胸口的精液舔干净，这让我非常受用。我起身，从山姆留在我迷你冰箱外头的几罐啤酒里抓了两罐。我重新点燃大麻，我们俩一边喝啤酒、一边分享大麻、一边聊着天。
我首先得问他一个问题。“在我把舌头伸进你屁眼深处时，我发誓我尝到了精液。有没有？”
马特脸红了，咯咯笑起来。“我有个小小的‘欢迎回家’仪式，为了在我从纽约回来再见到你之前，把我最后的欲火消耗掉。等巴士到了镇上，我就去巴士站男厕所，让人操，有时候不止一个。今晚我在那儿被射了三发，这还不算巴士司机，他总是第一个操我的。现在，你说你是这周才发现自己是基佬的。这他妈到底是怎么发生的？”
“嗯，我在行政楼地下室迷了路，发现了一个有点隐蔽的、有寻欢洞的茶室。头一次，我跟两个男人搞了，事后从一些线索发现，我知道他们是谁。从那以后，我在那男厕所里搞了数不清的火辣性爱。”
“我去！咱们这个校园里还有那种地方？”他惊讶地问。
“是的，有。而且这镇上似乎有一半的男人都知道那儿，还知道找到它的秘密。那些男人真是形形色色，多得惊人，可似乎没人注意到，每天不论早晚，那么多镇民消失在一栋大学楼里头！我在那儿跟学生搞过，包括运动员，也跟商人、工人阶级搞过。甚至有一次在里面看到一个警察挨操，然后他还透过洞给我和他自己表哥口交。对了，说到这个：你还记得枫树街上你带我去了几次的那个工人阶层的酒吧吗？”
“当然。我们队里好多家伙都喜欢那儿。我从来不明白为啥——那就是个他妈垃圾堆。在那儿喝酒只是游泳队的某种传统罢了。”
“嗯，那可能是因为那儿的厕所里也有寻欢洞！”他一脸诧异。“上周有一晚你在死记硬背、脾气臭得像来大姨妈的臭婊子时，”（这话让我室友狠狠但友好地揍了我一拳）“……为了躲开你的狗屎脾气，我去那儿喝了几杯。结果给一个年纪大的工人阶级男人吹了一管，他骂我脏话、说下流话，让我特别来劲。他射完以后变得又凶又羞辱人，捶隔板墙、咒骂我，我当时还以为他会在外面等着，等我出了厕所隔间就揍我一顿。但他只是离开了酒吧。我现在已经固定只去校园里那个了。”
“我从没用过那间酒吧的厕所，所以错过了发现它。下次队里再去那儿我一定记得进去看看。嘿，小子，明天你能带我去看看你那个茶室吗？特别早的那种？”
“当然可以，只要你能让我看一会儿你咋搞的就行。”我接着告诉他，我是怎么知道头两个跟我搞的男人就是杰夫和山姆的。我告诉他我是怎么跟他们当面对质，又怎么跟杰夫过夜的。“而且你知道山姆昨天下午来这儿干了一场，他老婆以为我俩在念书。”
“你跟你那个他妈的英语老师搞了？就是我几周前介绍给你的那个高大帅气的红发猛男？我操！你这走狗屎运的混蛋。我敢打赌他鸡巴巨大！他操你了吗？”
“嗯，没错，是非常大。但杰夫建议我等等，等到找到一个特别的男人、一个特别的时机再被第一次操，我觉得这个主意不错，所以我的屁股还是处。呃，除了舌头和手指不算的话。”
马特点点头。“听起来那可能是个好计划。我倒希望自己当初也能那样，但第一个操我的家伙，是我们在陆军搞集体乱交时，二话不说就直接爬上来干的。虽然我想把他推下去，但他比我高大强壮。他搞了很久，等到他把精液灌满我屁股那会儿，我已经完全来劲了。第一个家伙完事后，另一个又爬了上来，而他操我的时候，我鸡巴上没手、没嘴、没穴，就这么射了一发。从那以后，我就对挨操上瘾了。”突然他笑了起来。“这么说，你那个已婚的哥们也乱搞，啊？他那可怜的老婆。”
“我当时也是这么说，但他坚持说她早就知道他是双性恋，并不介意他跟其他男人搞，但威胁说他要是敢操另一个女人，就把他鸡巴打飞。他们是德克萨斯人，所以他相信她真干得出来。马特，他也去过越南。他超爱吸‘屌’，他是这么叫的，也爱极了挨操。我觉得你会喜欢他的——他有根很棒的、没割包皮的大鸡巴，上面还有块胎记，还有一个相当有才的屁股。嗯，也许我该邀请他星期六下午来，跟咱俩一块儿搞个小小的‘认识派对’。也就是说，让两只火热的男人穴认识认识彼此的鸡巴。”
“透过厕所隔板上的洞，吸或者操某个我看不见的家伙，让我特别来劲。但最棒的还是跟我喜欢的猛男在床上搞。”我一脸坏笑地看着他，色迷迷地欣赏着他赤裸的身体。“我有种预感，今年咱俩谁都不用再自己打飞机了！”
马特笑了起来。“那我就把你的替代品给解雇了？”
“替代品？那他妈是谁？”
“不是谁，是什么。山姆跟你没发现我的玩具箱吗？”
“你的什么？”
马特趴到地上，从自己床底下拖出一个旧的大行李箱。我挨着他坐在地板上，他打开箱子。我倒抽一口凉气。里面塞满了我曾在色情杂志上见过的那些东西。我能认出鸡巴环、假阳具，还有一个做成大鸡巴形状的振动棒。还有别的一些我不认识的东西。我正翻着那堆收藏品，马特已经走到他旅行回来的行李袋旁，在里面翻腾了一会儿。等我转过身，他已经穿上了一件皮背心和一条皮制护裆带，看得我眼珠子都快瞪出来了。正瞧着，他又往头上戴了顶皮帽。天哪，他看起来又凶又他妈辣死了！
我手里正拿着那个振动棒坐着。“啊，你找到你的替代品了。每次我知道你去上课了，就会拿起你那条老用来擦打完飞机后精液的旧毛巾，或者你穿过的护裆带，一边闻着你那放了许久的精液和汗味，一边用这玩意儿操我自己。太神奇了。我喜欢它在我操自己屁股时，顶着我的前列腺震动的感觉。有时候我甚至不需要碰我的鸡巴就能射。光是闻着你的味道，加上振动棒开足马力在我里面进出，就足够了。有一次，我把它调到最低档震动，塞在我屁股里就去上课了。一节课上我射了三次，而那种要控制自己反应、保持安静的过程，本身就成了一个天大的刺激。”
我举起一个看起来像两个大麻夹子之间用链子连着的东西。“好吧，我投降。这他妈是干啥用的？”
“啊，我最爱的乳头夹。”他伸手到背心口袋里，掏出一套类似但更大型号的，外加一个棕色小瓶子。这个老兵稍微有点脸红了。“呃……我有时候有点喜欢比较粗暴些的性爱玩法。不是总那样，但时不时地我需要……嗯，被虐一下。当然，很多人只是用它们来给普通的性爱增添情趣。我就常穿着它们套在运动衫下面，好让自己一整天都处于发情状态。来，我秀给你看。”
他捏住自己的乳头，直到它们硬挺起来。在我们刚才那阵激烈的性爱里，我没注意到他那硬起的乳头竟然在他发达的胸肌上立起足足一英寸。他打开瓶子，按住一只鼻孔，另外那只狠狠吸了一口。然后他把那套东西夹到自己硕大的乳头上，一边倒嘶着气。神奇的是，在接连射了三发之后，他又硬了。“想试试不，小子？”
“好啊。瓶子里是什么？”
“叫 poppers。很多男人，无论基佬还是直男，都用它来增强性快感。它能让你屁股放松到几乎感觉不到有根大鸡巴在进入你，同时又让你感觉到那根肉棒滑过上百万个你之前都觉察不到的神经末梢的每一寸。”他示范了一下怎么用，然后把瓶子递给我，自己则在他的“玩具箱”里找别的东西。我轻轻闻了一下。那味道有点冲，我意识到之前在茶室里闻到过几次。我按住鼻孔，深深吸了一口，那一瞬间我觉得我的天灵盖都要飞出去了。马特把一套夹子夹在我突然硬挺起来的乳头上时，我感觉到血液涌回鸡巴。“这是轻量级的乳头夹——算是新手套装。不会咬得太深。”
轻微的疼痛很快变成了相当愉悦的感觉，我呻吟出声。马特伸手过来，轻轻扯了一下链子，我感觉自己的乳头像要被扯掉一样。那感觉真辣。想想一周前，我甚至都不知道自己的乳头能带来快感，而现在我正在学习享受这种甜蜜的痛楚！我也伸手过去，狠狠拽了一下他那根链子，他嘶地吸了口气。我们就这么坐了几分钟，轮流吸着 poppers，互相拽着对方的链子。马特脱掉那条皮护裆带时，我伸手到“玩具箱”里，掏出一条又长又扁、一头带把手的厚皮革板子。一面是光滑的皮革，另一面则镶满了金属钉。“我说，这他妈又是什么东西，马特？这不可能跟性有关吧。”
马特脸又红了。“有关。我说过有时候我喜欢粗野点的……嗯，当我情绪对头时，我喜欢在挨操之前，先让别人用这块板子打我屁股或者揍我。”我把它往腿上拍了一下，生疼。我狐疑地看着他。“我说的是真话。不是每个人都好这口，但有些男人，甚至有些直男，能从更严重的身体虐待中获得快感。我还算温和的。我喜欢被打屁股、被收拾乳头，还喜欢我的性伴一边推搡我一边骂我……”我举起几副手铐，挑高了眉毛。他又脸红了。“哦，对，是……嗯，有时候我还需要被束缚住。被人呼来喝去可以很辣，而那种无能为力、感觉被强迫做某些事的感觉甚至可以更辣。”
马特演示了手铐怎么用，并告诉我他在床头柜抽屉里放了备用钥匙。我看看那块板子，往他腿上拍了一下。他的鸡巴应声弹了一下。“我猜你基本上可以说，我是个 bottom。”
“Bottom？”
“很多基佬，可能大多数，都是 versatile——他们要吸与被吸、操与被操都一样自在。然后还有一些男人，他们骨子里需要去伺候其他男人。他们超爱吸鸡巴和挨操，但对操人或者被口交没那么大兴趣。这些人就叫‘bottoms’（受）。‘Tops’（攻）正相反。几乎所有的攻都宣称，他们的屁眼，正如我认识的一个攻说的，是‘只出不进’。你可以舔他们屁眼，但要是你敢把别的东西塞进去，就小心下巴被打折。有些攻也吃鸡巴，但另一些不吃。有的攻会舔一个受的‘男人穴’好为接下来的猛操做准备，而别的攻则做梦也不会干这事。”
“大多数攻喜欢掌控——告诉他们的受该做什么，做出性方面的决定。有些更进一步，需要彻底拥有他们的受。那又进入了另一个更粗暴性爱的领域。即便是玩粗暴性爱圈子里，也有 versatile 的人，虽然他们通常倾向攻或受。通常一个男人喜欢的性爱越粗野，他就越可能严重倒向‘攻’或‘受’。我很早就知道，我基本上是个受，虽然我也算有点 versatile，特别是在进行‘香草’性爱时——你懂的，就是日常普通的吸和操，相对于那些粗暴玩法。”
我回想了一下最近的经历。“嗯。我想知道……我有种感觉，我更偏攻，尽管我也足够 versatile 到什么都享受。我注意到，我真的很喜欢告诉别人该做什么，或者掌控他们，就像你刚才给我吸的时候，我制止你打飞机那样。我……呃……如果我知道或者哪怕只是怀疑，骂人会让一个人来劲的话，我甚至能在骂他时变得非常兴奋。而且有时候，我就是能知道，一个家伙需要被强迫、被虐待或者被呼来喝去。”
“听起来就像个攻。唔……所有这些话说得我很想来点粗暴的。你……你愿不愿意试试看，小子？”
我站起来，低头瞪着他。我自己都不知道哪来的话，听见自己说道：“你他妈该叫我‘先生’，你这下贱的杂种混蛋！”
马特的脸瞬间亮了，他跪下来，朝我低下头：“是，先生！”
我坐到床上。“滚过来，你这吸屌的荡妇。在一个真正的男人操它之前，你那骚穴得先好好热一热身。”
“是，先生！”马特温顺地爬了过来。我指了指我的大腿，他立刻把自己身体跨趴上去，屁股高高撅在空中。我捡起那块板子，用带钉的那面在他发育充分的翘臀上滑过。他颤抖着呻吟了一声。我抬起手，在打下去之前把板子翻了个面（用光滑面），狠狠给了他一记！那声响在寂静的房间里像一声枪响。马特倒抽一口气，说：“谢谢你，先生。”
我继续用板子抽他的屁股，试着用尽全力去抽。每一记都换来一句“谢谢你，先生”，尽管他的声音越来越紧绷，他开始抽泣和呻吟。我看着他白白的屁股蛋由粉变红，再由红变得通红。我把手臂举得尽可能高，给了最后一记更狠的。这次马特没有说“谢谢你，先生”，反而开始扭动身体，好像在试图挣脱。我想起马特告诉我他喜欢什么，于是我凭直觉和灵感，从床头柜上捡起一只手铐，迅速把他一只手臂扭到背后，咔嚓一声铐上。马特装模作样挣扎了一下，但很快我就把这运动员的双手铐在了背后。他那鲜红的屁股蛋加上手铐的景象，让我比以往试过的任何药物都来劲，尽管我的鸡巴只是半硬了一点。
“给老子站起来，杂种！”马特立刻服从了。“现在，脸朝下趴到你床上去！”
“是，先生！”马特立刻照办。我感觉自己需要冷静一下，于是走到房间我这边，点了根烟，又开了一罐啤酒一饮而尽。我坐在自己床上看着马特，他扭动着身体，仿佛想挣脱。我走到“玩具箱”前翻了翻。我找到了一个巨无霸级别的假阳具。它至少两英尺长，差不多跟我手腕一样粗。我站到他身边，把那个假阳具往自己手心拍着，尽量做出一副对这位火辣室友严厉的样子。他眼睛睁得老大，那是恐惧和欲望的混合体。
“别，先生。求你了！别用那个！那怪物塞不进我可怜的屁穴里。你会用那玩意给我撕出个新屁眼的，先生！”我知道我挑对玩具了。我用那根巨大假屌抽了下他屁股，马特爽得直哼哼。我把它放到他嘴唇边。
“让我们看看你这基佬有多会吸屌！”马特顺从地张开嘴，我开始往里面塞。即使像马特这样经验丰富的 bottom，下巴也只能张到那么大，我只能把那假阳具往他饥渴的嘴里硬塞进去大约四英寸。就让它那么堵在那儿，我捡起了振动棒。我知道他屁股里还满满灌着我的精液（加上不到一小时前那三发）做润滑，于是我走过去，拿着振动棒不让他看见。我把棒头抵在他屁股缝上，一下子捅进去大约六英寸。马特想尖叫，但那假阳具堵住了声音。振动棒一进去，我找到开关，调到了低速。马特既受挫又饥渴地呻吟着，我控制着振动棒在他男人穴里慢慢进出。“你这他妈就是个婊子，小混混。看你多使劲想把那根塑料屌往你男人穴里吸！你他妈就是个荡妇！”说这话时，我徒手抽了他屁股一巴掌，马特爽得直哼哼。又抽了几巴掌，伴随着更多的呻吟。
到这会儿，我已经完全兴奋起来了。我把马特翻过来仰面朝天。尽管他还在手铐里挣扎，但他的眼睛因为兴奋而发亮。他的鸡巴硬得像根钢棒，前列腺液疯了一样往外渗！我捡起 poppers 狠狠吸了一口，霎时间感觉自己好像有二十英尺高。我忘了自己乳头上还夹着那副乳头夹，那种痛苦的快感变得无比巨大。我正要把 poppers 瓶子放下，却看到马特眼睛直勾勾盯着它，于是我把瓶子搁到他鼻子底下，按住他另一只鼻孔，让他狠狠吸了两下。我决定自己需要冷静下来，想好下一步，于是我回到自己床上，假装不理马特，又喝了一罐啤酒，点了根烟。
我意识到自己有点微醺上头了。我叼着烟，大摇大摆地走回马特床边。我记得马特是个在乎自己呼吸的游泳运动员，其实不喜欢烟味。他之所以忍受我在房间里抽烟，还是因为我为此闹了一场，提醒他这也是“我的”房间。我走过去，深深吸了口烟，然后喷到马特脸上。他想咳嗽，可堵在嘴里的假阳具让他咳不出来，脸都憋红了。我迅速把堵嘴的东西从他嘴里拔出来，让他得以咳嗽、喘口气，然后又把更多烟喷到他脸上。他咳着，带着怒气看着我，但什么也没说。
我揪住他的头，强迫他的嘴对准我此刻怒挺的鸡巴。他想抵抗，我就扇了他一耳光。他屈服了，把我整根吞了进去。我站在他床边，一手抓着他的头操他的嘴，另一只手抽着烟。抽完烟后，我从他吸吮的喉咙里拔出鸡巴，走回我房间这边把烟掐灭。马特渴望地看着我。“还想要更多吗，烂货？”
“是，先生，我想要。”
“那就求我，混蛋。也许我会让你再吃点。”
“求您了先生，让我吸您那又大又漂亮的鸡巴。求您了先生，让我侍奉您！”
我走过去，鸡巴攥在手里，把他的头按进我蛋蛋里，他开始充满激情地舔起来。我伸手下去，用振动棒开始操他的屁股，这让他呻吟不止。他不停地想把自己屁股往那根震动的塑料鸡巴上送回去。我知道自己快要射了，是时候把赌注加码了。“想不想要我的鸡巴进你那骚穴，基佬小子？”
马特的脸顿时亮了。“哦，求您了，先生！求您操我的男人穴。把您的子弹射在我屁股里，求您了，先生！”
我环顾房间，看到门后挂着一个大金属钩。我命令马特站起来。趁他还没站稳，我解开了他一只手铐，我们扭打起来，我把他的胳膊强行扭到身前，又重新铐上。我踢了他屁股一脚，然后把他推向门口。“也许宿舍里剩下的人会乐意欣赏咱俩搞，烂货。”
马特呻吟道：“全听您的，先生。”
到了门口，我抬起他的手，把手铐的链子挂在那钩子上，这样他双臂就举过了头顶。我向后拽了下他身体，让他微微弯下腰，把他那男人穴呈现给我。我走回桌子拿 poppers，吸了一口。我拔掉振动棒，把鸡巴一捅到底，狠狠插进他屁眼里。马特爽得直哼。我把 poppers 凑到他鼻下，然后开始使出全身力气在他屁股里猛进猛出。每一次顶入、龟头从他屁眼里拔出又被强行塞回去，马特都会呻吟一声。我又吸了一口 poppers，也给他吸了一口，然后把瓶子拧上，扔到床上。我伸手绕到他身前，开始拽他乳头夹的链子，这下彻底引爆了马特。“哦，先生！您要是再那样弄我，我就要他妈射了。求您了，先生，我能射吗？”
我猛地顶到最深，在他耳边低语：“射，基佬小子。射出你那可怜的吧！”然后我一口咬住他脖子。这就是所有需要的。我感觉到他阵阵痉挛，他咕噜着射在门上。我把手铐从钩子上取下来，强迫他跪下。“把你搞出来的那摊脏东西舔干净，小子！”他急切地照做了，而我则站在他身边，拽着自己的鸡巴。等他完成任务后，我把他推倒在地板上，把精液射在他胸膛上。我倒在他旁边的地板上，深深地吻了他。
我们就那样躺了几分钟。“真棒，艾克。你确定你以前从没干过这个？”
“没有，直到昨天之前我连想都没想到过。大部分点子就是我脑子里突然冒出来的。剩下的都是从你的杂志和书里学的，或者从你告诉我你喜欢的东西里学的。”
“要我说，你几乎百分之百是个 top。而且毫无疑问，你在玩粗野这方面很有天赋。呃，能请你帮我把手铐解了吗，艾克？”
我笑了：“对不起，忘了。”我爬到他床头柜拿了钥匙。手铐刚一解开，他就立刻把自己那副乳头夹也取了下来。就这么躺在地板上时，马特走到自己衣柜前翻腾了一会儿。他拿出一个包装精美的大盒子。他坐在床上：“呃……我大一时，跟一个大四的、喜欢玩粗野性爱的退役海军陆战队 top 发生过恋情。我去纽约姐姐家过感恩节时，给他买了个圣诞礼物，但在圣诞节之前，我们就分手了。东西我还留着。他身材跟你差不多，所以我敢肯定它合你身。它在我柜子深处放着对谁都没好处，所以，给你。”他把包裹递向我。
我打开来。黑色薄纸里包着的，是一件带链子的黑色皮背心；一条用链子当吊带的皮制护裆带；四片厚厚的、带金属钉、带按扣的皮革；一个用生皮圈圈着的子弹形状金属物；还有一个带蛋蛋分離器的镶钉鸡巴环。我摇了摇头，但他打断了我：“收下，小子。就当是你今年头一份生日礼物。而且相信我，等我们再玩这类戏码时你穿上这套行头，肯定也会大大增加我的快感。”
“好吧。”我站起来，我们俩把那护裆带给我套上，然后是背心。那四片皮件里，有两片原来是腕带，两片更大的是箍在上臂的。他示范给我看，那个“子弹项链”其实是装 poppers 用的，装满之后，套在我脖子上。他也把自己的皮护裆带重新穿好，又把刚才掉落的皮帽戴上。我走到落地镜前打量自己。我乳头上还夹着那副夹子，链子在背心里横过我的胸膛。看着镜子里我俩穿着这身皮装的样子，我那家伙开始有点蠢蠢欲动。“操，我们可真是火辣！”我坏笑道。“如果山姆星期六过来三人行，我们到时候就这副打扮迎接他！他准会他妈乐晕过去！”
马特哈哈大笑。我点了一根大麻，我们靠着床坐回地板上。他伸手过来，把我乳头夹取了下来，血液涌回乳头带来的是一种崭新的疼痛快感。他把夹子放进我背心口袋里。“我还有好多这玩意儿呢，小子。”
我看着被我之前丢在地板上的那根巨无霸假阳具。“那玩意儿你真用过？”
“我约会的那个 top 当初是当恶搞礼物送我的，但我得承认，我确实把它捅进过屁股好几回，通常是当别人帮我往里塞，而且在我喝得挺嗨的时候。想试试吗，小子？”
“嗯……哦，不，不是那根假阳具。我是在想，如果用一根小一点的，我是不是就不算处了。我的意思是，我正在保存着它，所以我不想做任何破坏我‘雏菊屁股’的事。”
“要我说，任何比几根手指大的东西，都相当于让鸡巴捅进过你屁股。我有几个很小的假阳具和肛塞，你可能会想试试。”他给我看了一个肛塞，那是个尖头、中间极肥、然后收窄到底部、带有防止整根滑进屁股的底座的假阳具。他解释说，这玩意儿经常被“主人”用来保持他们“奴隶”的屁眼撑开，或者被没经验的男人用来放松屁眼，以便更自在地挨操。我狐疑地看着它。他笑了，把它递给我：“要是想试试的话，你就用。这是我最小的一个了。”他又掏出一个大得多的，上面有根带子，还能用锁扣上。“这个，主人会用来当贞操带，好控制奴隶不让别人操。”我对着这堆新信息直摇头。
我们爬上我的床，相拥着，继续聊天。“马特，你是怎么发现自己是个基佬的？”
“我高中时就一点点开始吸鸡巴了——大多是哥们之间互相帮忙，因为他们女朋友只让他们憋出蓝球。我从没太当回事，但我心里清楚，比起那几次操女生，我更喜欢做这个。然后我被征召入伍了。在新兵训练营头一周，有几个大个子注意到我在偷瞄他们的大鸡巴。其中一个，是个田纳西来的、高大凶狠的红脖子，有天晚上在浴室里把我堵在角落，命令我吸他那根漂亮的鸡巴。我装样抵抗了一下，但我那技术够老练的，让他知道我是个有经验的。”
“其实，一群爱男人的男人早就互相认出了彼此，那个大红脖子是抽中长签来试探我的。要是我当时奋力反抗的话，他会强暴我的嘴然后把我丢在那儿。结果，第二天晚上，他把我领到我们军营附近一个空营房里。那营地在二战时规模大得多，有很多空置建筑被维护着以防又需要打另一场全面战争。我之前早就给这栋楼粉刷过外墙，从窗户里看到过里面有床，床上还有卷起的床垫和毯子。”
“那天晚上，除了田纳西和我，还有另外六个男人。那晚我们只吸了屌，但几天后的又一个晚上，多了四个新成员，还有三瓶威士忌，这便演变成了一场彻底的大乱交。有人头一次舔了我的屁眼，把我送上了天堂，然后他把他那根大鸡巴捅进来，把我撕成两半——但我喉咙里正塞着一根鸡巴，所以我那惨叫多少被闷住了。等到我嘴里那个猛男射出来的那会儿，疼痛已经消失了，我已经爱上了那根鸡巴顶着我前列腺的感觉。那一晚操过我的人数，我都数不清了。而且我也操了好多屁股。我头一回极为成功给人舔完屁眼后，得到机会开了田纳西那个多毛结实屁股的苞。他想把我甩下去，但因为他是在场唯一还没被操过的家伙，所以三个男人把他按住，我操他的屁股，一直操到他开始求我再狠一些。然后他们把他松开，接着就有人把鸡巴捅进了他嘴里。”
“这些人里，有些让我接触到了我们今晚干的一部分事情：打屁股、虐乳头、骂人、捆绑。而我也同样回敬了他们。从第一次挨操就被轮奸、还喜欢上那种事，再演变到这个，并不算太大的跨越。我猜，打从第一天晚上起，我就怀疑自己喜欢被粗暴对待。在像纽约这样的大城市休假时，他们带我去了几家粗野性爱俱乐部。在其中一次休假中，我甚至爱上了另一个当兵的，一个南方来的瘦高个儿。但我们连名字都没交换，更别提地址了。可要是哪天真能再碰上他，我马上就会当他的奴隶。不过那也不会是独占排他的那种。我不觉得自己是个能定下来的类型。”
马特主动提出，改天带我去镇子边上他知道的一家基佬酒吧。
“马特，有件事我有点困惑。虽然我确实觉得跟男人做爱比跟女人做爱要火辣得多，但我将来还是想当爸爸的。我就有过一个好爸爸，我也想像他一样当个好父亲。我该怎么……”
“调和这两者？我他妈也想知道。我跟你说个从没告诉别人的事吧。我也想做爸爸。我父亲在我十来岁时就去世了，和你父亲一样，他也是个很棒的人。我不知道自己能不能骗过一个老婆，而我也知道自己肯定戒不掉男人。也许咱俩都走运，能找到像你哥们老婆那样通情达理的女人。或者是双性恋的妞。嘿，那就有意思了！咱俩找两个双性恋情儿，娶了她们，跟老婆生孩子，剩下的时间就跟男人尽情胡搞到疯掉！”
我大笑起来，我们又相拥了一会儿，啤酒和性事都沉沉发威。我们在彼此怀里睡着了。
几小时后我醒来，看见马特还睡着，鸡巴却硬着。我开始吸他的鸡巴，他带着一抹大大的笑意醒了。这次，马特掌握了控制权。他把我们俩翻了个个儿，好让他能操我的嘴。他一边鸡巴不停抽送，一边调整姿势，让自己的脸凑近我的胯部，开始轻咬我的蛋蛋。我听到他打开凡士林罐子的声音，很快他就有两根手指捅进我的前列腺。我被他的侍弄搞得扭动不停，更加用力吸着他的鸡巴。马特开始骂脏话，然后他的鸡巴变得更肥。我把他往上推，直到只剩他龟头留在我嘴里，然后我咽下他那股滚烫的精液。他把手指捅得极深，他的精液配合他的手指，把我送过了临界点。我大喊一声：“操你妈的！”他嘴唇就裹住了我的鸡巴，正巧我把子弹射进了他嘴里。我朝他咧嘴一笑：“这可真是开始一天的好法子！”他也笑了。“嘿，你得跟我保证一件事。下次你再为游泳比赛刮全身毛的时候，让我来，就跟那本杂志里一样——在你被绑着、嘴里堵着东西的时候刮！”
“操，成交。梦想成真了，室友！”想起那些长得像我们俩的情侣照片，我不太情愿地提起了他对这段关系期望的话题。“不，艾克，我知道你还没准备好谈感情。能有当然好，但在你准备好之前，还有一大堆男人等你试过呢。只要我们每周能搞几次，对我来说就足够了。老实说，那些杂志是我以为搞不到你的时候买的。现在既然你愿意跟我做爱了，那些图像对我来说就变得没那么重要了。我并不打算停止我在纽约的猎艳之旅，虽然也许我会偶尔带上你，让你见识见识那个场面。当然，即便我是个 bottom，你是个 top，我还是会努力说服你，我才是那个该给你雏菊屁眼开苞的猛男！”
我大笑起来：“你完全不知道，才不过几天，就已经有多少男人跟我说过这话了！”我亲了他，然后我们去洗澡。洗澡时，马特跪在地上吸我又新硬起来的家伙，然后涂上肥皂，屁股向后坐上来，直到我们俩都射了。
之后，我们商量了怎么处理带男人回房间这事，我们达成一致：如果那人不反对，我们就邀请对方加入；否则，先到房间的人就在门把手上系条领带（我们这栋宿舍通用的“请勿打扰”标志），另一个就走开一会儿。
就在我们再次坠入梦乡之前，马特打了个哈欠说：“别忘了，小子。你答应过明早带我去看那个火辣的茶室。”
不过，那就是另一个故事了。
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