Glory Hole Sagas - Chapter 10
THE GLORY HOLE SAGAS Chapter Ten
Some Off Campus Glory Holes (And A Fistfight To Make A Buddy)
CHAPTER 10
A short time before my twentieth birthday, in my second year at college, I began to learn a lot about myself; that I craved sexual contact with men; that it was readily available 24 hours a day at glory holes in an isolated a men's room in the basement of one of the buildings on my college campus (and all over the T-room at off hours); that I liked my sex a bit on the rough side and that I preferred masculine men. I found myself able to domineer men who would have scared me before; and after repeated being told how handsome and sexy I was, I began to accept the fact, and really believe it. With each new successful sexual conquest, I discovered a new assertiveness and confidence that I had never known existed in me.
In less than a week, I had found out that if I was not gay, I was at least bisexual. I continued to date my two girlfriends, and my new confidence and aggressive behavior not only made me more attractive to them, it had them telling their best friends about my excellent sexual skills with women, taught to me by my late father as the responsibility of a "gentleman". This resulted in being asked out to a costume party on Halloween - the day before my birthday - by a woman who before my sexual awakening would make me stutter and shake with nervous lust. We privately agreed that I would help her make the guy who wanted her as a girlfriend jealous enough to finally act more like a boyfriend and not like a possessive ape, and in the process get her the engagement ring she wanted from him. But she looked forward to sampling the sexual techniques her roommate had described, and wanted me to teach them to him. For my part, I enjoyed baiting the short varsity athlete, since I not only thought he was an arrogant asshole; I wanted to bury my fat 9" dick up his pretty man-hole and ram it in his handsome, egotistical throat. I even had a fantasy of a three way with them - with me dominating the guy, whose aggression would have terrified me a week earlier. Since I had taken boxing lessons from the time I was 11 until I was 16, and I was bigger than the guy, I have no idea why I was so fucking TIMID.
One of my first sexual partners (one of the two men I discovered sex with at the glory hoes I found by accident, and was able to recognize by certain identifying physical characteristics) was Sam, another Vietnam vet, a married Texan who taught me the word "bisexual" He had a baby son, and his wife was expecting another kid. He was the second man I had sex with in a bed; but we also had lots of fun having sex in all sorts of other places, including a storage room in the locker room. That happened right after the hot fencing teacher had invited me to join the team the next quarter. I was about to officially become a "jock" myself.
Sam had suggested that we celebrate my elevation to "jock" status, even if it would not happen until the next quarter, by going to a public toilet in a park near his apartment that he told me "is really hopping with townies just before they go to work, and when they're on their way home." We had agreed to meet at my car at the north gate at 4
, and now I was waiting for him.I had just gone to the college book store and bought a small appointment book - I had been making so many dates with men AND women that I wanted to make sure that I didn't fuck up and "double book". I had tricked a closeted member of the swim team that my gay roommate Matt belonged to go on a date with me which we both knew meant more intimate sex than through a hole in a toilet wall. Then a hot middle aged security guard who exuded authority and had reluctantly let me fuck him instead of the other way around had asked ME out when he found that I was saving my ass cherry for "the right guy". He wanted both the chance to convince me he was that guy, and a chance to learn to be less rigid sexually and personally - a job I was happy to assist him with, since I found him almost irresistible. A hot, muscular business man who I had had sex with twice in a toilet stall while I smoked cigarettes (his fetish, along with cigars) had given me his card after our second session and asked me to call him so I could come to his house for dinner and to spend the night. Oh, and did I forget to mention that I was now DATING my English teacher, and falling in love with him?
I had changed clothes to something sexy before I went to meet Sam, and left a note for Matt to ask him to be scarce the next night. Although he and his fellow swim team member Nick had both expressed an interest in meeting each other in theory, I did not want it to happen when Nick and I got to our room to fuck. If we did that instead of doing it in the back of my big old car. After years of sex with girls in the car, I was developing a preference for sex in a bed, facing my male partner with the lights on, so I could watch his face as he felt my big cock enter his ass to pound into it and the glow as his orgasm approached.
Sam came sauntering along in his cowboy boots and cowboy hat. He was a genuine Texas cowboy going to college on his veteran's benefits, who had gotten married to his pregnant girlfriend and found that he liked being a father. She was aware of his sexual adventures with men, and since she was not sexually demanding, didn't mind them. But she had warned him in all seriousness that if she ever caught him with another women, she would shoot his dick off with a shotgun. Sam insisted that she's an expert shot and that he believed that she meant it. So he sticks to fucking around with guys - a lot of guys, since Sam is as randy as a 16 year old!
I started the car, and he commented on the fact that although the old heap looked like hell on the outside, he could tell that it was in perfect condition inside. We discovered a common love of old cars, and I told him how my elderly father and I had been restoring the car when he died when I was 17, and I had not had the heart to finish the job alone.
"Well, you ain't alone now, son. You got a buddy who loves these old cars as much as you and your old man. My brothers, daddy and me used to restore cars and sell them. When we ain't busy fucking, we can start working on this beauty. It would be a great tribute to your dad. I have a fuck buddy, a fellow Texan, who owns a body shop, and would give us space to work, and the equipment, in return for a couple of stiff dicks in his hot ass. So if you can afford the parts..."
"I have a generous allowance, and have been saving my money for years. Let's do it, buddy! I hate when people sneer at my Baby."
Sam gave me directions. I told him about the new episode with Tom and Terry in class, and how Tom had almost attacked me when the teacher walked in. "After how he acted in class today, I'm sure that I will soon have to have a fistfight with that arrogant but fuckable Tom over Terry, and I tell you, Sam, I'm actually looking forward to it now that Terry tells me that he has a glass jaw. I'm going to play with him and make him suffer, and make him my bitch! Then I`ll teach him some fucking manners, and help Terry land him. After I do as I promised and teach him how to make love to a woman."
We passed a seedy bar, and he told me that there was a really active "back room" in the basement of that place at night. He then mentioned that his wife had gone back that afternoon to Texas for a few days to be with a sick relative. ""My first class tomorrow ain't until noon, so I ain't in no rush tonight. We can sleep at my place, or in your bed, now that your roommate and you have settled things, I'd like to meet him - and maybe screw him. I like a man who can take it rough - and dish it out rough too."
I laughed. "Sam, you are the horniest man in the world!"
"Not true. You have to meet my two younger twin brothers. I don't think those two have stopped humping since they got their first hard ons on the same day at the age of 11. They prefer guys, but each have 3 bastards. And they're only about a year older than you."
"Those the ones who had to admit paternity because of the birthmark?"
"No, that was one of my older brothers."
"How many are there in your family?"
"Daddy is as horny a bastard as we are, and never quite learned how to use a rubber right. He has 7 boys and a girl with Mamma, and there are at least three guys I know in town with arrow birthmarks on their dicks. Since no other male kin live nearby, Daddy confessed when I pushed him in a corner that those were his kids - and two girls: all with different MARRIED women. Those are the ones he will ADMIT to!"
I laughed as we pulled into the parking lot of a run down park. The trees and bushes needed a good pruning, and the playground was a wreck. But I still had trouble finding a parking space, and all of the pedestrian traffic was male. They all went past a fairly modern brick "rest station" next to the parking lot, and went down an almost invisible path among the trees.
As we joined them, Sam said "Late at night in good weather, there's lots of hot action in the bushes. Regular orgies under the stars. It's too cold for that action now."
"Sam, what's a backroom? You said the bar had one."
He grinned. "You know the kind of action that goes on in the toilet late at night in the open?" I nodded. "A back room is a place where sex goes on - without the pretense of toilets. They often are storerooms - this one is - and are usually poorly lit, but with some splashes of bright light so you can see dicks and asses."
I saw a familiar figure in front of us - or at least, I was pretty sure it was. "Holy fucking shit! I think that's Tom, the jealous jock I was telling you about, Sam. What the fuck is he doing here?"
"The same thing we are. You can get some dirt on him now. Maybe even come to an understanding with him. Are you sure you can take him in a fist fight?"
"Yes. I told you, his girlfriend told me exactly where to find his glass jaw. Remember that I took boxing lessons for 5 years, and was pretty good. Used to box against older guys, and win - a lot of the times."
"This may be your best chance to get things out in the open with him. In a more private setting than at school. Beat the crap out of him after having sex with him, then have a serious talk with him to help HIM get what HE wants, since it's what this broad want's too, right?"
I grinned. "To be honest, fighting always gets me hot. So it`s a good plan if things work out."
"And I got your back, buddy."
We turned the corner of the trail, and came upon a ramshackle old wooden building, which looked like it was over 100 years old. It was a Victorian Men's Toilet. "There is a Women's Pavilion down totally a different path, which is used now for an education center. This one is a landmark, so it's kept up, but I suspect some queers in the Park Department make sure it gets extra attention, since it is always clean, and in good repair. And if any work is going to be done, signs appear 2 weeks before."
There was a bright light over the entrance, and I could tell for sure that it was Tom going into the building "It's that arrogant asshole alright. This is going to be great. He's wearing those red sweatpants - shouldn't be hard to find."
We waited a few minutes, allowing a few men to go in, and then went in ourselves. After a dogleg wall that protected the room from outside gaze, there were a row of sinks, followed by a long old fashioned urinal along the rest of one wall. There was a long bench on the narrow wall in the back. The toilet stalls were tall, and went to the floor, and made of stone, with ornate doors of a nice wood which left about a foot open at the bottom. There had to have been 30 stalls, since they made a turn and went along the short wall that cut off the outside view.
The lighting was subdued, but clear. A wide variety of men, from mid-teens to old age, were in the room, but I didn't see Tom at first. Then I saw movement under stall door - red sweatpants. Sam pointed it out to me at the same time, just as men were just leaving the stall on both sides. Sam and I moved quickly. We now had that asshole Tom trapped between us. I had on my leather jacket unzipped, and no shirt. I was wearing a baseball cap I did not usually wear, and pulled the bill down over my eyes. I rubbed my crotch, then dropped my pants when I saw Tom`s eye watching me. He disappeared, then returned to me. I later found out that Sam had found a big dick dangling from the glory hole and was sucking it when Tom peeked. The walls between the stone stalls were of a thin stone, and the holes were not particularly large - no getting your balls though them. But bigger than the fattest dick I ever saw.
I stood near the hole and slowly jerked on my cock as it got hard. Tom's finger wiggled through, and I feed him my dick. Then I pulled out, so his lips had to press against the hole, and I saw his lips and that thin mustache. His tongue licked his lips, and wiggled his tongue at me. I decided to play my tough guy role. I lowered my voice.
"You want this hot dick, cocksucker?"
"Oh, yeah - it tastes good, sir."
Sir? Was the oh so tough jock a bottom? "Then beg for a REAL man's cock, scumbag!"
"Please, sir, let me suck the cum out of your beautiful cock, then fuck my boy-cunt with it! Please, SIR!"
"Let me see your pussy, cunt-boy!" I ordered.
He turned around. At first his cheek was in the hole - and a small birthmark like the letter J was revealed before he got his hairy hole aligned right. I shoved a wet finger in it, and he groaned "Thank you, sir. I can't wait for your cock in me, Sir."
I grunted. "Suck my dick, cocksucker." I thrust into his eager throat - and he didn't gag when I went straight in. I decided on a new plan. I just hoped that Sam didn't take all night in his stall. I fucked his face, and Tom moaned in pleasure. He gurgled. He was a noisy cocksucker. A few minutes later, a heard the "a shave and a haircut" knock on my door, and figured it was Sam. I opened it up, and I was right. He came in to the large stall, a drool of cum dripping down his chin. He locked it with a grin.
He put his arm around my shoulder, and I whispered my plan to him. He grinned, then stood to watch me fuck that eager throat. When I got close, he kissed me, but I pushed him a way. My tough guy voice muttered. "Gonna feed you a load of REAL man's cum, cocksucker. You better drink all of my baby makers, scum bag!" Sam, who had never seen me do that routine, looked impressed. Tom was moaning in excitement "And you better not be jerking off, asswipe!"
Gritting my teeth to make sure I was silent, I dumped a load in his throat, only allowing him a taste of the last two shots. He gagged and choked, but I was pretty sure he was swallowing every drop.
"Will you fuck my ass, soon, Sir?"
"How would you like to go home with TWO real men and be their cum dump for a few hours, cocksucker.? We could take turns fucking that pretty cunt of yours. The one with the hot little birthmark next to it. Makes you look like a REAL man branded you as his property."
I nodded to Sam, who slid his dick through the hole for a second, then withdrew it as lips wrapped around it. He whispered "Fuck, he's good!"
"Yes, please, Sirs."
"Wait in here for a minute, then go to the parking lot. Look for a stud in a leather jacket and a baseball cap, and a cowboy. That's us."
"Yes, Sir."
We left real quickly. I lit a cigarette to calm down as we walked down the path to the parking lot. "What an asshole! Literally - it's beautiful! And wait until he sees who's waiting to fuck him silly!"
I found a lamppost with a burned out light to lean against, and lit a fresh cigarette just as I saw the red sweatpants through the bushes. Sam stood next to me, his legs spread, slightly behind me as if subservient.
Tom rushed dup. "I'm here, Sir.. What the fuck??"
"Surprise, Tom. It seems we have a lot more in common than in interest in fucking Terry. Admittedly, you've been doing it for years, but I may be the one who does it for a lifetime. I`m sure she knows about that birthmark."
He stood there with his hands clinched in fists. I threw down my cigarette, and moved closer, growling: "Sam, is there a more private place where this asshole and I can settle this like men? Because until we do, we're going to be at war all the time."
Sam led us up a path to a wide clearing which was empty. "In the summer, there would be dozens of men fucking and sucking. Too cold now." he said.
I tossed my jacket at him. "Hold this for me, will you, Sam. Want Sam to hold your jacket, Tommy-boy?"
Tom's face got beet red, but he was wearing his letter jacket, so he tossed it to Sam, too. He turned to find me standing with my arms to my side, hands in fists, within punching range for him. "I figure a shrimp like you needs a little extra help. Go ahead, take a free shot."
I had gambled correctly - he went for my gut, and I had tightened the muscles, so I barely reacted. While he was close in, MY fist rammed into HIS gut, and he almost doubled. His one shot told me that he was not a strong fighter, so I decided to prolong the fight, to prolong his humiliation.
Tom tried his best. He managed to get one good shot in to my left cheek that made it bleed a little. But I had his nose bleeding; his right eye swelling shut, and he was breathing like an old man with asthma. We had not agreed on the terms of the fight, but I assumed that like me, he wanted it to be a knockout. I had let him get a few hits to my chin, and laughed after them. I decided to end it, and got three quick, hard jabs to just the spot Terry had told me about. His eyes crossed, and he was out like a light.
I sat across his chest, his arms pinned to his body. When he came to in a few minutes, I was grinning at him. "You got it out of your system, Tom? Ready to talk like a human being. Because I can tell you three things. Terry already made it clear that since our date is on my birthday, she intends to sample my sexual skills which Nancy keeps boasting about as MY birthday gift. If I want her, I can easily make her one of my girls - but I am NOT a pig. I realize that you actually love the girl. I also know WHY she treats you like shit, and if you decide to be my friend instead of acting like a rabid bulldog, I will not only tell you what she wants, I will teach you how to drive her so nuts in bed, she'll accept a diamond ring from you in no time flat. For some strange reason, it seems that Terry is in love with you too - but not ready to settle down yet."
He stared at me in shock. "How do...?"
"I've been dating and fucking her roommate and best friend Nancy for almost a year, and Terry and I had a long talk this afternoon before you came along and almost started this fight we just had in class. Think how humiliating THAT would have been. When I realized that you were headed to the same place Sam and I were headed for the same reason, I decided that a private fight was a much better idea. I studied boxing for five years, so I was almost positive you were going to get the shit knocked out of you. I was actually toying with you - I could have knocked you out in under three minutes, and if you don't believe it, I'll be happy to do a rematch. Believe it or not, Tom, I like you. Actually, I've wanted to fuck you for a the last few days. The problem was you act like an asshole, which is one of the things that drives Terry nuts."
Sam said. "Why don't the three of us go have a drink, and you two can settle your differences like gentlemen? Then we can either take turns on what I understand is a hot ass in the backroom of the bar, or at my apartment, since my wife is out of town."
Tom grinned. "Are you talking about the Rusty Spike? I've heard about that place, but always heard it was sort of rough, and not to go alone."
"It's just weekends when you can get your head busted if you're alone. But you got two buddies to watch your back; one just beat the crap out of you, and the other served in `Nam. So let's head there."
Tom grinned at us. "I have a better idea. Fighting always makes me horny as hell, and you two DID promise to fuck the hell out of me. Why wait? It's a mild evening, and we don't have to strip. I'm wearing sweatpants and a jock, so I just have to lower the top of the pants to let you get to my butt. With our jackets on and the exercise from the sex, we should be plenty warm, since neither of you are wearing underwear, so you just have to unzip to fuck me. And I got a tube of lube in my jacket. I've... hell, I've always wanted to get screwed out here, but never had the balls to come out here when there were a lot of men here."
Sam and I grinned. We put on our jackets, then lead the eager Tom to a darker area masked by some bushes. He hugged a tree after dropping the top of his sweatpants to reveal his beautiful bubble butt. He handed the tube of lube to me, and said "I don't like it gentle, buddy. I like to be treated like a fucking MAN!"
I put the minimum amount of lube on my cock, and a little on his ass lips, and lined my dick head up with the hole. I slapped a cheek as I rammed half my cock in, and he gasped. "More!" he managed to gasp out. I had to admire the guy. I rammed balls deep into him, and he whimpered a bit, then moaned. I stood still for a few seconds until I felt his ass muscles start to contract, and then let loose with a hard, even fuck.
I had come not long before, but was horny as if I had been celibate for years. I whispered into his ear "Fighting always makes me horny as hell. This is the first time I'm able to do anything about it!" We both chuckled, until I rammed in at a different angle which made the shorter guy gasp. I may have been new at ass fucking, but I had learned some tricks, and I was making his ass feel my dick. He fucking LOVED it. He actually HOWLED!
Knowing how he loved to be treated from our session at the glory hole, I decided to casual about the fuck, while still pile driving him as hard and rough as I could. I looked over at Sam. "What the fuck happened to you and your `master plan'? I could hear you gobbling and slobbering on cock as soon as you got in that stall all the way over where I was."
He gave me his slow, shit eating, sex knowledgeable grin that always turned me on, and I realized that now that we were sex buddies, it had less of an erotic effect on me. I also realized that although I still loved his Texas drawl, it no longer made my balls all bloated. "Buddy, I couldn't help myself. Hanging there was one of the most beautiful cocks I had ever seen in my life. Besides, the main idea was for you to get the cocksucker here - I was the backup. I had every confidence in your ability to get your boy with your big dick as bait."
Tom grunted at that, and moaned out. "How beautiful was it? Did I go in the wrong stall?"
I slapped his ass twice. "You went into the stall you were meant to go into. The one where you ended up falling on your knees to worship the tough, hairy guy in the leather jacket with the big dick who then beat the living shit out of your ass. So shut the fuck up, and take my fat dick in your ass like a fucking MAN, buddy!" He laughed at that, but his ass spasmed when I gave him three more hard slaps on his ass cheeks. "So, Sam, tell us about this amazing dick that you just had to have."
"Kid, you'll get an idea of the size of it when I tell you that I kept gagging on the fucking monster! I ain`t gagged on a cock since boot camp. But it was also the most PRETTY dick I ever saw - not just long and fat, but all covered with blue thick veins on skin so pale it looked like it was carved from fucking marble. It was as stiff as a rock, too. I would have loved to have found the man attached to it and made a date with him. My ass was dripping for it, but I knew there was no way I could get that thing in my admittedly very experienced ass without sitting on it first."
Tom moaned at the erotic details of Sam's story, and his ass muscles twitched. "Seems like you got this motherfucker as hot for a ride on that marble dong as you are."
I slapped him again, and he muttered: "If you don't want me shooting a fucking load right now, stop that! I never knew that I loved that shit!"
I leaned over and whispered: "The first time we're alone, why don't we try my spanking you first until you beg me to stop and THEN fuck the shit out of you." He groaned.
"Thanks for letting me know you want to keep seeing me, Ike. The answer to your question is: hell, fuck, YES SIR!"
Sam continued. "The only disappointment was that the man had been worked on by someone before I got there; the dick was covered with spit, and I saw a small pool of vomit. The previous cock sucker had just had too much and had to give up, but he had that gorgeous hunk of man meat primed, and the stud came in much too short a time. Without any warning, either. One second I was sucking just the head and five or six inches of what had to be a 14 inch cock that barely made it through the hole, and the next second he was feeding me a massive load of the sweetest cum I ever tasted. I was on my knees beating my meat, and by time I got up, closed my pants and got the door open, all I saw was a well built guy who looked about my height turning the corner at the wall. I couldn't catch any details, except for one. He's a fucking cop. Boys. I could easily fall in love with that cop's dick." We both laughed. "I'm serious. I'm on a quest now to find him. I live near here, and I'm going to be here more often looking for a cop my size. I hope he shows off his treasure at the urinal - I'll propose a more private session to him right then, telling him that I had already enjoyed him orally, and now wanted him up my ass."
I fucked Tom hard for a good 20 minutes before I felt my balls boiling. I decided that after what we had gone through, we didn't need the tough guy routine. "I'm gonna fill your ass soon, buddy!" I gasped out.
"That fat prong banging my magic button is all I need, buddy. I'm almost there myself!" I began to feel that wonderful set of ass spasms announcing an orgasm. I realized that Sam had gotten down, pulled down the front of Tom`s sweats and jock, and had his mouth gently around Tom's dick now, and as I rammed in deep and unloaded into my new buddy's ass, he fed a load to Sam.
He didn't move from the tree. "Sam - I've been waiting for months for that dick in my ass. I recognize that birthmark from the glory holes down in the basement t-room, and I must have sucked two dozen massive loads out of you. I've screwed you quite a few times after, too. So now's your chance to really screw me hard."
Sam chuckled. "I do love sloppy seconds. The feel of the other man's hot load around my dick while I'm fucking is so damned exciting. If I'm in a group setting, I try to get in that position on purpose." He rammed into Tom viciously, causing the short guy to gasp, then moan in happiness. Tom was soft when Sam entered him, but within a dozen strokes, he was hard as a rock. I considered sucking him, but decided to leave that for another time. Tonight I had established my dominance over him, and to suck him now would ruin it. At least until we got to the back room! Instead, I pulled his jock and the front of his sweats back up before he froze his balls off. He smiled his thanks to me.
Instead, I reached under his shirt and began to twist his nipples, which made him wild with passion. Sam said "Fuck, he likes that. His ass is going wild!"
I asked him, "Tom, are you into rough sex?"
"What's that?"
Sam and I grinned at each other. "Never mind. There's plenty of time for you to learn, my new buddy. Given how you reacted to my rough talk, my slapping your ass and offer of a spanking, and that tit torture, I'd say you are a natural."
"Yeah, I love it when a blue collar guy curses at me, and calls me names. And I loved those few slaps on my ass." Sam immediately accommodated him, which caused Tom to howl. To my surprise, Sam began to start the curses I knew were the beginning of his orgasm. When Tom realized he was about to get another load, he ground his ass back into Sam, and gleefully accepted the load.
Still hard, he leaned against the tree, pulled down his jock pouch and began to pound his meat, until Sam reminded him that we were on our way to The Rusty Spike. "Save that for some lucky punk's ass. You earned a good hard fuck of a tight ass." Tom grinned, and waited for his hard on to slowly deflate. The cold air helped.
As we walked to the car, my arm over the short jock's shoulder, I explained to him some of the complaints Terry had about his behavior. He stopped. "You know, she's been saying that to me for years, but it took your fists to get me to believe it. My dad is a bit of an Neanderthal; hell, let me be honest, he can be a first class asshole at times, although at other times he can be a good buddy to me. He told me she was saying it to tease me to get me to marry her. I`ve been trying to tell him since I was 17 that I'd marry her tomorrow, even if he disinherited me over it, but he insists it's my dick talking. Hell, I'd even give up guys for her, but first I'm going to tell her the truth about me, and see if it bothers her. As far as tonight - you and I met in a park, had a private fight with just Sam here watching, and you beat some sense into me, and we became buddies over it. I'll talk about my bisexuality some other time. but BEFORE I ask her to marry me - again. For about the hundredth time - literally."
I continued: "About her reasons why she keeps saying no: other than your assumption that you are her boyfriend when she tells you that you are not, and your jealousy (which I suspect she really likes), her other complaint is that you are a typical "wham-bam-thank-you-ma'm" sort of guy - you have absolutely no sexual technique. My late father taught me early that it was a gentleman's responsibility to pleasure his sex partner, even a whore. She DID actually ask me if I could teach you to be a better lover if we ever got over being like dogs fighting over a bone. Get this through your thick skull, or I'll have to beat the shit out of you in public: you have to stop being jealous until you have the right to be, which will be on the day she accepts your engagement ring. She did tell me that she intends to sow her wild oats just like us guys before that day, but be faithful to you once she accepts that ring. She just doesn't understand why you never date other girls. Now I understand why. You don't need pussy when you have dick, ass and a stud's hot mouth."
"Actually, I have already a date for the same party you're going to. Terry can see us as buddies, and me not jealous - and making out with another girl. The girl who asked me out made it as clear to ME as Terry made it to YOU that she want sex that night! In fact, that's the only reason she asked me out - to fuck her. Maybe we could all do it in your big car!"
"That would be pushing it, buddy. But the rest is brilliant!"
"Huh?"
"Terry has never seen you with another girl since you set your focus on her. If she thought she was in danger of losing your love..."
He laughed. "I happen to know that this girl is engaged to a guy in the service, and they have an `agreement' while he's away, but she has never told anyone about the engagement and wears a ring that doesn't look like an engagement ring that's been in his family for 200 years. The only one at school she has told is me, since I'll be the first guy she's going to go to bed with since he got sent to Germany. That's why she asked me out. I look just like him, and after 8 months, she's horny enough to squat on a fire hydrant!" We all laughed at the image.
"But TERRY doesn't know that! And you can ask your date to keep her engagement a secret even longer..."
"She's kept it a secrete so that she could get laid without guys feeling that their fucking a soldier's girl while he's on active duty, which most guys feel is a shitty thing to do. But I'll make sure she doesn't try to reassure Terry with the truth; I'll let her in on the plot, so to speak."
We were now in the car, following Sam's directions to the Rusty Spike. We were in a seedy area of town, but very close to the college. We parked, and walked to the bar, which didn't even have a sign - just a rusty spike on a door of a building that didn't even have a big window like a regular bar. This wasn't the place he pointed out before that had an active back room; this small town had a lot of opportunities for men to have sex with each other in secret. We entered, and the all male atmosphere - testosterone mixed with dried cum and stale beer, made me feel at home at once. I looked at Tom and he grinned. He felt the same way. We got a table as Sam went to get a pitcher of beer, and we settled down to watch the men in the bar, and see the mixture of studs who went down the stairs.
I felt like Tom and I may have found a "home", and wondered if my roommate knew about this place. I decided to bring him here real soon, as well as a few of our more `masculine' buddies. And I knew that I would be back to that Victorian Toilet often, since I like variety, and had seen only one familiar face there.
But then, that is another story.
以下是《Glory Hole Sagas》第十章的中文翻译：
《光荣洞传奇》
第十章
校园外的寻欢洞（以及一场打出兄弟情的拳架）
第十章
在我即将满二十岁前不久，也就是我上大学二年级的时候，我开始对自己有了很多了解；我渴望与男人发生性接触；在我大学校园里一栋建筑地下室的一个偏僻男厕所里，通过寻欢洞，这种接触一天二十四小时都唾手可得（而且在非高峰时段，整个茶室里到处都是）；我喜欢的性爱稍微偏粗暴一点，而且我更偏爱有男人味的男人。我发现自己能够支配那些以前会让我害怕的男人；在反复被人告知我有多帅、多性感之后，我开始接受这个事实，并且真的相信了。每一次成功的性征服，都让我发现了一种自己从未知晓的、全新的进取心和自信。
不到一周的时间，我就发现，就算我不是同性恋，至少也是个双性恋。我继续跟我的两个女朋友约会，而我新获得的自信和侵略性的行为，不仅让我对她们更有吸引力，还让她们把自己最好的朋友都告诉了，说我对女人有出色的性技巧——这是我去世的父亲教导我的，他说这是一个"绅士"的责任。结果，一个在我性觉醒之前会让我紧张到结结巴巴、浑身颤抖的女人，邀请我去参加万圣节前夕的一场化装舞会——那正好是我生日的前一天。我们私下约定，我会帮她让那个想让她做女朋友的家伙嫉妒到，终于不再表现得像个占有欲极强的猩猩，而是更像一个男朋友，并在这个过程中让她得到她想从他那里得到的那枚订婚戒指。但她也期待着体验一下她室友描述过的那些性技巧，还想让我教给那个家伙。对我来说，我很享受戏弄那个矮个子校队运动员，因为我不仅觉得他是个傲慢的混蛋；我还想把我那根九英寸的肥鸡巴埋进他那漂亮的男人穴里，再捅进他那张英俊又自大的喉咙里。我甚至幻想过跟他们俩来一场三人行——由我来主导那个家伙，而就在一周前，他的攻击性还会让我感到害怕。我从十一岁到十六岁一直接受拳击训练，而且我块头比那家伙大，我都不知道我之前为什么那么他妈胆小。
我最早的性伴侣之一（就是我在偶然发现的寻欢洞里认识的、能通过某些身体特征认出来的那两个男人中的一个）是山姆，他是另一个越战老兵，一个结了婚的德克萨斯人，就是他教会了我"双性恋"这个词。他有一个还在襁褓中的儿子，而他老婆正怀着另一个孩子。他是我在床上做爱的第二个男人；但我们也经常在其他各种地方玩得很开心，包括更衣室里的一个储藏室。那件事恰好发生在那位火辣的击剑教练邀请我下学期加入击剑队之后。我自己也快要正式成为一名"运动员"了。
山姆提议，我们应该庆祝我即将升格为"运动员"这件事——尽管要到下学期才正式生效——去他公寓附近一个公园里的公共厕所。他告诉我，"在镇民们上班前和下班回家的路上，那儿可热闹了"。我们约好四点半在北门我的车那里碰头，而此刻我正在等他。
我刚去了学校的书店，买了一个小小的约会本——我最近跟男人和女人约会的次数太多了，我得确保自己不会搞砸、弄出"重复预约"来。我套路了我那个同性恋室友马特所在的游泳队里一个深柜成员，让他答应跟我约会，我们俩都心知肚明，这意味着要比在厕所隔板上的一个洞里搞要亲密得多的性爱。然后，一个浑身散发着权威气场、极不情愿地让我操了他而不是反过来、人到中年的火辣保安，在发现我想把屁股雏菊留给"那个对的男人"之后，竟然主动约我出去。他想要一个说服我他就是那个男人的机会，也想借此学会在性方面和为人处世上不那么刻板——我很乐意帮他这个忙，因为我觉得他几乎让人无法抗拒。还有一个火辣、肌肉发达的商人，我在厕所隔间里一边抽烟一边跟他搞了两次（抽烟是他的性癖，雪茄也是），第二次之后他给了我他的名片，让我打电话给他，好去他家吃晚饭、过夜。哦，我是不是忘了提，我现在正在跟我的英语老师约会，而且正在爱上他？
我去见山姆之前换了套性感的衣服，还给马特留了张字条，让他明晚回避一下。尽管他和他的游泳队队友尼克理论上都表示有兴趣见见彼此，但我不想这事发生在尼克到我房间来操我的时候。如果我们没在我那辆破旧的大车后座上搞的话。在车里跟姑娘们搞了好几年之后，我渐渐偏爱在床上做爱，开着灯，面对着我那位男性伴侣，这样我就能看着他感受到我的大鸡巴捅进他屁股猛捣时的表情，以及他高潮临近时脸上泛起的红光。
山姆穿着他的牛仔靴、戴着牛仔帽，晃悠着走过来了。他是个货真价实的德克萨斯牛仔，靠退伍军人福利金上大学，他让当时怀了孕的女朋友嫁给了他，后来发现自己很喜欢当父亲。她对他跟男人之间的性冒险是知情的，而且因为她自己对性需求不高，所以并不介意。但她曾非常严肃地警告过他，要是她逮到他跟别的女人在一起，她就用猎枪打飞他的鸡巴。山姆坚称她是个神枪手，而且他相信她说得出做得到。所以他只跟男人乱搞——跟很多男人搞，因为山姆简直像个十六岁少年一样精力旺盛！
我发动了车子，他评论说，虽然这辆老破车外表看起来糟透了，但他看得出里面保养得极好。我们发现彼此都热爱老式汽车，我告诉他，我和我那年迈的父亲原本一直在修复这辆车，但他在我十七岁那年去世了，我就再也没有勇气独自一人把这活干完。
"嗯，你现在不是一个人了，小子。你有了个跟你和你老爸一样热爱这些老式汽车的哥们。我那些兄弟、我爸，还有我，以前经常修复汽车然后卖掉。等我们不忙着操来操去的时候，咱俩就可以动手修这辆美人儿了。这会是对你爸一个很棒的致敬。我有个炮友，也是德克萨斯老乡，开了家车身修理厂，他会给我们提供场地和设备，代价是几根硬鸡巴捅进他那火辣屁眼里。所以，零件你要是买得起的话……"
"我的零花钱挺大方，而且这些年我一直攒着钱。咱们干吧，兄弟！我最恨别人嘲笑我的宝贝了。"
山姆给我指路。我把今天跟汤姆和特瑞在课堂上发生的新插曲告诉了他，以及汤姆在老师走进来时差点攻击我的事。"经过他今天在课堂上的表现，我确信我很快就要跟那个傲慢但欠操的汤姆为特瑞打一场拳架了，我跟你说，山姆，我现在其实很期待，因为特瑞告诉我他有个玻璃下巴。我要好好玩玩他，让他吃点苦头，把他变成我的小母狗！然后我会教教他什么叫规矩，再帮特瑞把他搞到手。等我履行完我的承诺，教会他怎么跟女人做爱之后。"
我们路过一家破旧的酒吧，他告诉我，那地方的地下室里有个晚上非常活跃的"暗房"。接着他又提到，他老婆那天下午回德克萨斯去了，要去照看一个生病的亲戚，要待几天。"我明天头一节课中午才上，所以我今晚不急。我们可以睡在我那儿，或者在你床上，既然你跟你室友已经把事说开了，我倒想见见他——也许再操操他。我喜欢能经得起粗暴——也玩得起粗暴的男人。"
我笑了。"山姆，你真是这世上最好色的男人！"
"不对。你得见见我那对双胞胎弟弟。我觉得自从他俩同一天、在十一岁上头一回硬了鸡巴之后，就没停过操穴。他们更喜欢男人，但每人都搞出三个私生子来。而且他们只比你大一岁左右。"
"就是那两个因为胎记而不得不承认是孩子爹的？"
"不是，那是我一个哥哥。"
"你家到底有多少人啊？"
"我家老爷子跟我们一样是个好色的王八蛋，而且从来没学会怎么正确用套子。他跟老妈生了七个儿子和一个女儿，而且镇上我认识的至少有三个家伙，鸡巴上有箭头形状的胎记。因为附近没有别的男亲戚住，我把我爸逼到角落时他承认了，那些都是他的种——还有两个女儿：全是跟不同的已婚女人生的。那些还只是他愿意承认的！"
我们开进一个破败公园的停车场时，我笑了出来。树木和灌木丛急需修剪，游乐场也破烂不堪。但我还是很难找到停车位，而且所有步行的人都是男性。他们全都经过停车场旁边一个相当现代化的砖砌"休息站"，然后顺着树林间一条几乎看不见的小路走下去。
我们加入他们时，山姆说："天气好的深夜，灌木丛里有很多火辣辣的好戏。星光下的集体乱交。但现在天太冷了，搞不了那些。"
"山姆，暗房是什么？你说那家酒吧有一个。"
他咧嘴一笑。"你知道深夜里男厕所里公开进行的那种好戏吧？"我点点头。"暗房就是干那种事的地方——不用假装是来上厕所的。它们通常是储藏室——这家就是——而且灯光通常很暗，但会有几道强光，好让你能看见鸡巴和屁股。"
我看到前面有个熟悉的身影——或者说，我相当确定是熟悉的。"操他妈的！我觉得那是汤姆，我跟你说的那个爱嫉妒的运动员，山姆。他他妈跑这儿来干什么？"
"跟我们一样。你现在可以抓他点把柄了。甚至可能跟他达成某种和解。你确定打架你能干得过他吗？"
"确定。我告诉过你了，他女朋友跟我确切说了他玻璃下巴在哪儿。别忘了，我学过五年拳击，而且打得还不错。以前常跟比我大的家伙打，还老赢。"
"这可能就是你跟他把事摊开的最好机会了。比在学校里更私密。跟他搞完之后狠揍他一顿，然后跟他认真谈一谈，帮他得到他想要的东西，既然这也是那位姑娘想要的，对吧？"
我咧嘴一笑。"说实话，打架总能让我兴奋起来。所以，要是事情顺利，这计划不错。"
"而且我会罩着你的，兄弟。"
我们转过小路拐角，来到一座摇摇欲坠的旧木屋前，看起来得有一百多年历史了。那是一座维多利亚式的男厕所。"女厕所在另外一条完全不同的路上，现在被用作教育中心了。这一座是历史地标，所以一直有维护，不过我怀疑是公园管理处里的一些基佬们确保它得到特别照顾，因为它总是很干净，维护得很好。而且，但凡有什么施工要干，提前两周就会有告示牌立起来。"
入口处有盏明亮的灯，这下我确定走进屋里的就是汤姆了。"没错，就是那个傲慢的混球。这下可有好戏了。他穿着那条红色运动裤——应该不难找。"
我们等了几分钟，让几个男人先进去，然后自己才进去。绕过一面遮住外界视线的拐角墙之后，里面有一排洗手池，再过去，一堵墙剩下的部分是一溜老式的长小便池。后面那堵窄墙上放着一条长凳。厕所隔间很高，直通到地，用石头砌成，配有漂亮木料做的华丽门板，门板底部离地大约有一英尺的空隙。隔间少说也有三十间，因为它们拐了个弯，沿着那堵挡住外界视线的短墙排过去。
灯光昏暗，但很清晰。房间里各种各样的男人都有，从十五六岁到老年的都有，但我一开始没看见汤姆。然后我看到隔间门下面有动静——红运动裤。山姆也同时指给我看，恰在那时，两边隔间里的人正往外走。我和山姆迅速行动。这下我们把那个混球汤姆困在中间了。我穿着皮夹克，但没拉拉链，里面没穿衬衫。我戴了一顶平时不怎么戴的棒球帽，把帽檐压下来遮住眼睛。我摩擦着裤裆，等看见汤姆的眼睛在偷看我时，我脱下了裤子。他消失了，然后又回来找我。我后来才知道，山姆在汤姆偷看的时候，看到寻欢洞里悬着一根大鸡巴，已经在吸了。石头隔间的隔板是薄石板做的，洞也不算特别大——不可能把蛋蛋塞过去。但比我见过的任何最肥的鸡巴都大。
我站在洞附近，慢慢撸着自己逐渐硬起来的鸡巴。汤姆的手指从洞里伸了进来，我把鸡巴喂给他。然后我又拔出来，这样他的嘴唇就得紧紧贴到洞口，我看到了他的嘴唇和那撇小胡子。他用舌头舔了舔嘴唇，朝我晃着舌头。我决定扮演起我的硬汉角色，压低了声音。
"想要这根热鸡巴吗，你这吸屌的？"
"哦，要——它味道真好，先生。"
先生？这个硬汉运动员是个受？"那就为这根真男人的鸡巴哀求吧，你这下贱货！"
"求您了，先生，让我把您那漂亮鸡巴里的精液吸出来，然后用它操我的童子穴吧！求您了，先生！"
"让我看看你的骚穴，骚穴小妞！"我命令道。
他转过身来。先是他的脸颊贴在洞上——在他的毛穴对准之前，露出了一个像字母 J 形状的小胎记。我捅了一根湿手指进去，他呻吟道："谢谢您，先生。我等不及您那根鸡巴进我洞里了，先生。"
我咕噜道："吸我的屌，吸屌的。"我捅进他那饥渴的喉咙里——当我径直捅到底时，他没作呕。我决定换个新计划。我只希望山姆在他的隔间里别磨蹭一整晚。我操着他的嘴，汤姆快感连连地呻吟着。他喉咙里咕噜作响。真是个吵闹的吸屌者。几分钟后，我听到我隔间门上传来"理发刮胡子"的敲门暗号，估计是山姆。我开了门，没错。他走进这间大隔间，下巴上挂着一道精液的痕迹。他咧嘴一笑，锁上了门。
他用胳膊搂住我的肩膀，我把我的计划悄悄告诉了他。他咧嘴一笑，然后站到一旁看我操那张饥渴的嘴。等我快要射的时候，他吻了我，但我把他推开了。我用硬汉的腔调咕噜道："就要喂你一嘴真男人的精液了，吸屌的。你最好把老子的种全喝下去，你这烂货！"山姆从没见过我这一套，看起来挺佩服的。汤姆在兴奋中呻吟着。"而且你最好别在打飞机，你这蠢货！"
我咬紧牙关确保自己不发出声音，把一发精液灌进他喉咙里，只让他尝到最后两股的味道。他被呛到、噎住了，但我相当肯定他每一滴都吞下去了。
"您很快就会操我的屁股吗，先生？"
"你要不要跟两个真男人回家，当几个小时的专属精壶，吸屌的？我们可以轮流操你那个漂亮的小骚穴。就是那个带着火辣小胎记的穴。让你看起来像是被个真正的男人烙上了他财产的标记。"
我朝山姆点点头，他把他的鸡巴从洞里塞过去一秒钟，等嘴唇裹上来时又立刻抽了回去。他低声说："操，他吸得真好！"
"好的，求您了，先生们。"
"在这儿等一分钟，然后到停车场来。找一个穿皮夹克、戴棒球帽的猛男，还有一个牛仔。那就是我们。"
"是，先生。"
我们很快就离开了。走在通往停车场的小路上时，我点了根烟让自己平静下来。"真是个混球！完全按字面意思理解——他那屁股真漂亮！等他看到是谁等着要把他操傻时，有好戏看了！"
我找到一根路灯灯泡烧坏了的灯柱靠着，看到灌木丛间红色运动裤时，又点了根新烟。山姆站在我旁边，双腿叉开，稍稍在我身后，摆出一副顺从的样子。
汤姆冲了过来。"我来了，先生……搞什么他妈的？？"
"惊喜吧，汤姆。看来除了都想操特瑞之外，咱们的共同点还多着呢。没错，你是操了她好几年了，但最终娶她的可能是我。我敢肯定她知道那个胎记。"
他站在那儿，双手攥成拳头。我扔掉烟，凑近些，低吼道："山姆，这附近有没有更私密的地方，能让这个混球和我像爷们一样把这笔账算了？因为在那之前，我俩会一直开战的。"
山姆领我们走上一条小路，来到一片宽阔的空地上，里面空无一人。"夏天的时候，这里会有几十个男人在操来操去、吸来吸去。这会儿太冷了。"他说。
我把夹克朝他一扔。"帮我拿一下，行吗，山姆。想让山姆帮你拿夹克吗，小汤汤？"
汤姆的脸涨得通红，但他穿着校队字母夹克，所以他把夹克也扔给了山姆。他转过身来，发现我正双臂垂在两侧、双手握拳，站在他出拳就能打到的范围内。"我想你这样的矮冬瓜可能需要额外帮点忙。来吧，让你免费打一拳。"
我赌对了——他朝我肚子打来，而我绷紧了肌肉，所以我几乎没反应。就在他靠近的时候，我的拳头狠狠砸进了他的肚子，他差点弓成了虾米。他这一拳让我知道他不是个厉害的拳手，所以我决定把这场架拖长，好进一步羞辱他。
汤姆尽了他最大努力。他确实有一拳打中了我左脸颊，流了点血。但我把他的鼻子打出了血；他的右眼肿得睁不开了；而且他喘气喘得像个得了哮喘的老头。我们没有约定打架的规则，但我猜他跟我一样，想要个一拳定胜负。我故意让他往我下巴上打中了几拳，打完之后我还笑了。我决定结束这一切，朝着特瑞告诉我的那个位置，快速、凶狠地连刺了三拳。他的眼珠子往中间一翻，像灯灭了一样昏了过去。
我骑跨在他胸口上，他的双臂被我的身体压着动弹不得。几分钟后他醒过来时，我正朝他咧嘴笑着。"你发泄够了吗，汤姆？准备好像个人类一样谈谈了？因为我可以告诉你三件事。特瑞已经明确表示，既然我们的约会碰巧在我生日那天，她打算把品尝南希一直夸耀的那些性技巧，当作给我的生日礼物。如果我真想要她，我能轻易让她变成我的女人之一——但我可不是猪。我明白你是真的爱那个女孩。我也知道她为什么对你像对狗屎一样，要是你决定做我的朋友而不是像条疯狗一样行事，我不但会告诉你她想要什么，还会教你怎么在床上把她搞得爽翻天，这样她用不了多久就会收下你的钻石戒指。说来奇怪，看起来特瑞也爱着你——只是还没准备好定下来。"
他震惊地盯着我。"你怎么……？"
"我跟她的室友兼最好的朋友南希约会、上床快一年了，今天下午在你跑来差点把咱俩刚才在课堂上的架打起来之前，我跟特瑞长谈了一次。想想看，那得多丢人。等我意识到你跟我和山姆是奔着同一个目的地、为了同一个理由时，我就觉得私下里打一场架是个好得多的主意。我学了五年拳击，所以我几乎可以肯定你会被揍成狗屎。我其实是在逗你玩——我明明能在三分钟之内就击倒你，你要不信，我很乐意再打一场。不管你信不信，汤姆，我喜欢你。其实，最近几天我一直想操你。问题是你表现得像个混球，而这恰恰是让特瑞发疯的事情之一。"
山姆说："咱们仨干吗不去喝一杯，然后你俩像绅士一样解决你们的分歧？然后我们可以轮流尝尝我听说是个火辣屁股的那个洞，要么在酒吧的暗房里，要么去我公寓，正好我老婆出城了。"
汤姆咧嘴一笑。"你说的是锈钉酒吧吗？我听说过那地方，但总听说那里挺乱的，别一个人去。"
"只有周末一个人去才会被打爆头。但你现在有两个哥们帮你罩着；一个刚把你揍成了狗屎，另一个打过越战。所以咱们走吧。"
汤姆朝我们咧嘴笑了笑。"我有个更好的主意。打架总能让我欲火焚身，而且你们两个确实答应了要把我操得死去活来。干吗要等？今晚天气温和，而且我们不用脱光。我穿着运动裤和护裆带，所以只要把裤腰往下拉一拉就能让你够到我屁股了。穿上外套，再加上做爱做的运动，我们应该足够暖和，反正你们俩都没穿内裤，所以只要拉开拉链就能操我。而且我夹克里有管润滑油。我……操，我一直想在这外面被人操，但从来提不起胆子在人多的夜晚来这儿。"
我和山姆咧嘴一笑。我们穿上夹克，然后把饥渴的汤姆领到一片被灌木丛遮住的更暗区域。他抱住一棵树，把运动裤裤腰褪下来，露出他那漂亮的蜜桃臀。他把润滑油管递给我，说："我不喜欢温柔，兄弟。我喜欢被当个他妈的爷们一样对待！"
我只在鸡巴上抹了最少量的油，往他屁眼唇上抹了一点点，然后把龟头对准了那洞口。我狠狠一巴掌扇在他屁股蛋上的同时，把半根鸡巴怼了进去，他倒抽了一口气。"再来！"他总算喘出气来。我不得不佩服这家伙。我猛地一捅到底，蛋蛋贴紧他屁股，他呜咽了一下，然后便开始呻吟了。我一动不动地停了几秒钟，直到感觉到他屁股的肌肉开始收紧，然后才开始猛力地、节奏均匀地狂操。
我刚刚射过不久，但这会儿欲火焚身，倒像清心寡欲了好几年似的。我在他耳边低语："打架总能让我欲火焚身。这是头一回我能打完架就干点什么的！"我们俩都轻笑了下，直到我换了个角度往里一捅，这个矮些的家伙倒抽了口凉气。我或许操屁股还是新手，但我已经学会了几招，正在让他的屁股好好感受我的鸡巴。他真他妈爱死了。他居然嚎叫了起来！
我知道他喜欢被怎样对待——从我们在寻欢洞那场就知道了，于是我决定一边用尽全力像打桩机一样又猛又狠地捣他，一边对这顿操表现得漫不经心。我扭头看向山姆。"你跟他妈你那'大计'到底是怎么回事？你才进隔间我就老远听到你在那儿狼吞虎咽舔鸡巴了。"
他给了我那个慢吞吞、欠揍又对性了如指掌的坏笑——这笑容总能让我兴奋，但我意识到，既然我俩现在已经是性搭子了，它对我不再有那么强的催情效果了。我也意识到，尽管我依然爱听他那德克萨斯拖腔，它也不再让我蛋蛋发胀了。"兄弟，我实在忍不住。挂在那洞里的，是我这辈子见过最漂亮的鸡巴之一。再说了，主要目的是让你把这吸屌的搞到手——我就是个后援。我对你有十足信心，凭你那根大鸡巴当饵，肯定能把你小兄弟钓上来。"
汤姆闻言咕噜了一声，呻吟着问："有多漂亮？我是不是进错隔间了？"
我往他屁股上扇了两巴掌。"你进的是你该进的隔间。就是那间，你他妈跪下来去膜拜那个穿皮夹克、体毛又多、鸡巴又大、然后把你屁股揍成烂泥的硬汉。所以你给我他妈的闭嘴，像个他妈的爷们一样好好用你屁股接我这根肥鸡巴，兄弟！"他听后笑了，但我又往他屁股蛋上狠抽了三下时，他的屁眼猛地痉挛起来。"山姆，跟我们说说那根让你非吸不可的神仙大屌吧。"
"小子，我告诉你有那玩意有多大——我居然被那个怪物搞得噎了一路！我自打新兵训练营之后就没被鸡巴噎过了。但它也是我见过最漂亮的鸡巴——不单又长又肥，而且皮肤白得像他妈的大理石雕出来的，上头布满了蓝色的粗血管。还硬得像石头一样。我真想找到长这玩意的那男人，跟他约上一炮。我的屁股滴着水馋它，但我知道，不先坐上去，根本没法把我那个说实话经验挺丰富的屁眼里塞进去。"
汤姆被山姆那充满情色细节的叙述弄得直呻吟，屁眼肌肉也跟着抽搐。"看来你把这位小伙子撩拨得跟你一样，想骑那根大理石大屌了。"
我又扇了他一巴掌，他咕噜道："你要不想让我现在就射他妈一发，就别打了！我可从来不知道我这么喜欢这一套！"
我凑过去，在他耳边低语："下次咱俩单独相处的时候，咱们试试看我先打你屁股、一直打到你求我住手，然后再把你操翻，怎样？"他呻吟了一声。
"谢谢你让我知道你想继续见我，艾克。对你那个问题的回答是：操，妈的，是，先生！"
山姆继续讲道："唯一的遗憾是，在我进去之前，那男人已经被人伺候过了；鸡巴上全是口水，我还看到一小滩吐的东西。前一个吸屌的实在是吃不消放弃了，但他把那根漂亮的肉块给预热好了，结果那个猛男射得太快了。而且毫无预警。前一秒我还在吸他的龟头，外加那根勉强从洞里塞过来的、起码十四英寸鸡巴的五到六寸，下一秒他就往我嘴里灌了一大泡我尝过最甜的精液。我跪在那儿猛撸自己的肉棒，等我站起来、系好裤子开门出去时，只看到一个身材很壮、跟我差不多高的男人拐过了那面墙。我什么细节都没抓到，只有一点：他是个警察。兄弟们。我会很容易爱上那个警察的大屌。"我俩都笑了。"我是认真的。我踏上寻他之旅了。我住这附近，以后我会更常去这儿，寻找一个跟我差不多高的警察。但愿他在小便池那儿显摆他的宝贝——到时候我就立刻向他提议来一场更私密的交流，告诉他我已经用嘴伺候过他了，现在想让他捅进我屁股里。"
我狠狠操了汤姆足足二十分钟，才感到蛋蛋开始沸腾。我决定，经过我们刚才这番折腾，我们不再需要硬汉的套路了。"我快要把你屁股灌满了，兄弟！"我喘着气说。
"就凭你捅我那块魔力按钮的肥鸡巴，兄弟，我什么都不需要。我自己也快了！"我开始感受到那美妙的一连串屁眼痉挛，预示着高潮的到来。我意识到山姆早已伏下身去，把汤姆运动裤和护裆带的前面拉下来，正用嘴轻轻含住汤姆的鸡巴，而当我猛地深深顶入、把一发射进我新兄弟的屁眼里时，他也喂了一发给山姆。
汤姆没有从树上挪开。"山姆——我等你这根鸡巴进我屁股已经等了好几个月了。我认出那个胎记，就是地下室茶室里寻欢洞那位。我肯定吸了你几十泡浓精出来了。之后也操过你好多次了。所以现在该你狠狠操我一顿了。"
山姆呵呵笑了。"我确实爱死二次榨汁了。在我操的时候，能感觉到别的男人的滚烫精液裹着我的鸡巴，这感觉真他妈刺激。要是群交的时候，我总是故意争取那个位置。"他野蛮地捅进汤姆体内，让那矮个子猛男倒抽一口凉气，然后幸福地呻吟起来。山姆进去的时候汤姆还是软的，但抽了不到十二下，他的鸡巴就硬得像石头一样。我考虑过去吸他，但还是决定留到改天。今晚我已经奠定了对他的主导地位，现在要是去吸他反而会毁掉这个。至少在我们到暗房之前不行！相反，我帮他把护裆带和运动裤前面拉回去，免得他把蛋蛋冻掉。他对我感激地笑了笑。
我反而把手伸到他衬衫下面，开始拧他的乳头，这让他在激情中狂野起来。山姆说："操，他喜欢这个。他屁股都骚疯了！"
我问他："汤姆，你喜欢粗暴性爱吗？"
"那是啥？"
我和山姆相视一笑。"没事。有的是时间让你学，我的新兄弟。就凭你对我那些脏话、打你屁股的反应，还有提出打屁股，以及刚刚折磨乳头的样子，我看你压根就是块天生的料。"
"对，我特别喜欢蓝领工人骂我脏话。而且那几下打屁股我也爱死了。"山姆立刻满足了他，这一下把汤姆操得嗥叫起来。出乎我意料的是，山姆开始冒那些我知道意味着他快要高潮的脏话了。汤姆一意识到自己又要挨一发精华，便扭着屁股往山姆身上磨，兴高采烈地收下了那一发。
他还硬着，靠在树上，拉下护裆袋，开始猛撸他的肉棒，直到山姆提醒他说咱们正在去锈钉酒吧的路上。"把这个留给哪个走运的混蛋的屁股用。你既然把那火辣屁股挨了一顿猛操，也该挣一顿好操了。"汤姆咧嘴笑了笑，等着自己的硬棒慢慢软下去。冷空气帮了忙。
我们走向车子的时候，我搂着这个矮个运动员的肩膀，向他解释了特瑞对他一些行为的抱怨。他停下了脚步。"你知道，她已经跟我说了好几年了，但非要你挥拳头我才真信。我爸是个有点尼安德特人的家伙；算了，我说实话吧，他有时候就是个 TMD 一等混球，虽然其他时候他也可以是我的好哥们。他一直跟我说，她讲那些话是为了逗我，好让我娶她。从十七岁起我就一直在告诉他，我明天就可以娶她，就算他为此把我财产继承权取消也在所不惜，但他总坚持说那是我的龟头在说话。操，为了她我甚至愿意放弃男人，不过首先，我要跟她坦承我的真实情况，看看她介不介意。至于今晚——你跟我，在一个公园里碰了面，只有山姆在场，私下打了一架，然后你揍出我一些理智来，我们由此变成了朋友。我改天再跟她谈我的双性恋。但得在我再向她求婚——再一次。字面上的第一百次啦——之前。"
我接着说："至于她老说'不'的原因嘛：除了你单方面认定自己是她男朋友而她告诉你不是之外，还有你的嫉妒心（我猜她其实挺喜欢这个），她另一大抱怨是，你就是个典型的'插完拔了谢谢妈'那种货色——你完全没有任何性技巧。我过世的老爸从小就教过我，取悦性伴侣是一个绅士的责任，哪怕是婊子也一样。她确实问过我，如果咱俩哪天不再像狗抢骨头一样，我能不能教你成为一个更好的床上伴侣。你给我把这记进你那厚脑壳里，否则我就只好当众把你打成狗屎：在你没有权利嫉妒之前，你必须停止嫉妒，而你拥有那权利的那天，就是她接受你订婚戒指的那一天。她确实告诉过我，她打算在那天之前跟咱们男人一样去'洒播野燕麦'，但一旦收下那枚戒指，就会对你忠诚下去。她只是搞不懂你为什么从不跟别的女孩约会。现在我算明白了。你只要有了鸡巴、屁眼和猛男的烫嘴，根本就不需要骚穴。"
"其实，我要去的那场派对，我已经有约了。特瑞可以看见我们俩是朋友，而且我也没嫉妒——还跟别的女孩亲热。约我那个女孩，就像特瑞跟你讲得那么明白一样，也跟我讲得明白：她那晚要搞！事实上，这就是她约我出去的唯一理由——操她。也许咱几个可以全在你那辆大车上干！"
"那可能就有点过头了，兄弟。但其余的那些简直天才！"
"啊？"
"特瑞从来没见过你跟别的女孩在一起，自从你把焦点放在她身上之后。要是她觉得她有可能要失去你的爱了……"
他笑了起来。"我碰巧知道，这女孩跟一个在服役的家伙订了婚，他们之间有个'协议'，趁他不在的时候可以各玩各的，但她从没跟任何人说过订婚的事，戴的戒指也不像订婚戒指，是她男朋友家传了两百年的东西。学校里她只告诉过我，因为我是自从他被派去德国之后她头一个要上床的男生。这也是她约我的原因。我长得跟他一模一样，捱了八个月，她已经饥渴到连消防栓都敢骑了！"我们都为那个画面哈哈大笑起来。
"但特瑞不知道这个！而且你可以请你的约会对象把她的订婚秘密继续保持下去……"
"她保密就是为了能跟人上床，而不会让男人觉得是在操一个正在服役的大兵的女人——大多数男人觉得那是件很下作的事。但我会确保她别用真相去安抚特瑞；可以说，我会让她也参与到这个计划里来。"
此时我们已经在车里了，正顺着山姆的指引开往锈钉酒吧。我们到了镇上破败的一片区域，但离学院非常近。停好车，走向酒吧，这酒吧连个招牌都没有——只有一栋房子门上钉了根生锈的大钉，甚至连普通酒吧那样的大窗户都没有。这不是他之前指的有活跃暗房的那家；这个小镇有的是让男人之间秘密地彼此发生性关系的机会。我们走进去，里面那种纯男性的氛围——睾丸激素混合着干涸精液和变味啤酒的气味——一下子让我有了回家的感觉。我看看汤姆，他咧嘴一笑。他跟我感觉一样。山姆去拿一扎啤酒的时候，我们找了张桌子坐下，安顿下来观察酒吧里的男人们，也看看那些走下楼梯的各色猛男们的混合体。
我觉得我跟汤姆可能找到了一个"家"，心里琢磨着我室友知不知道这地方。我决定尽快带他来这里，也带上几个我们那些更有"男人味"的朋友。而且我知道，我会经常重返那座维多利亚式厕所，因为我喜欢多样性，而我在那里只看到了一张熟面孔。
不过，那又是另一个故事了。
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