Glory Hole Sagas - Chapter 14
THE GLORY HOLE SAGAS Chapter Fourteen
My Date With Nick - Part One
CHAPTER 14
Although Tom knew of two other t-rooms with glory holes on campus, he did not know about the really famous basement one. By 2 PM, we had enough people on campus convinced that we had always been best friends, with a number of men teasing "best buddies" for being "stupid enough to let a woman, even that one with great tits, get you to fight over her", so I offered to show it to him, although I wanted to rest for my date with Nick. I put my head into Jeff's open door to tell him I was taking Tom into the T-room, and would be right back. I ended up introducing Tom to Earl after we watched my skinny black buddy demonstrate his deep throat talents on a well hung stud.
Jeff pounced on me as I reentered his office, kissing me and locking the door. I regretfully told him I was saving my energy for my date, but told him I'd be happy to relieve his horniness with a blow job. But that wily red-furred muscle man, knowing how much I loved is physique, ripped off his top, and within minutes I was pounding into his clutching ass. I was surprised how we had learned to have hot sex in whispers in his office, and the enforced quietness made it even hotter. In fact, we both popped our loads almost instantly.
Jeff then stunned me by telling me that he had informed his department chairman, an old, trusted (and closeted gay) friend about us the day after we spent our first night together, to protect us both, since he could no longer be objective about my work due to his growing feelings for me. The chairman had read copies of all my creative writing assignments and agreed that I was a talented and promising young writer, and had agreed to be my new mentor From now on, he is correcting and grading my papers for that quarter, and Jeff would never let me take a class with me again. Confused about what this meant, I left him to rest for my date.
As I left the building, I saw a sight which got me upset: that annoying football player, my so-called slave who I had renamed Cum-Dump, walking along the sidewalk towards me. I noticed that he was walking oddly, probably because of the rough treatment Sam had given him at my orders. A class period had just started, so we were alone.
Lighting a cigarette, I leaned against a tree and folded my arms, hoping to trick him into disobeying and speaking to me without permission, allowing me to end this farce.
I took my first good look at my "property" when he wasn't looking at me. In fact, his face was pretty blank, and he was looking at the ground. His left eye was puffy; it looked like he had a shiner developing, which I knew would NOT have been from Sam. My roommate Matt, my informant on all sorts of rough sex, had told me that experienced, well disciplined and trained Masters like himself and Sam would not make any visible marks on a Slave without his previous agreement. Since cum-Dump had given his body over to me, Sam would have asked MY permission as his "owner", just as he had called me early in the morning for permission to shave his asshole, asking me if my anger at the big jock was a "family feud", since he had the same last name as me. Williams. The same last name as me, and a quarter of Williams County, thanks to my overly horny ancestor, who had gone around planting bastards all over the place, as well as having over 20 legitimate kids with two wives.
I saw something I had not noticed before: despite his stocky build, Cum-Dump had all the other common Williams features (we tend to be lithe rather than chunky). He was limping, and walking with his legs spread oddly. I felt a tiny bit of pity for the man, although he still generated an irrational and exaggerated anger in me. I felt responsible for his pain and damage. He had wanted that sort of treatment to come from ME, and I had not been interested enough to let the scumbag have my load. Humiliating Cum-Dump had been a thrill for me which I did not understand; just as I did not understand why he sought anger and humiliation out in me. I wondered if my instinct in the bar at the Rusty Spike was correct, and my public domination of him had resulted in the big muscle-bound clod falling in love with me.
He looked us, saw me, and his eyes lit up as he tried to grin. Tried: his lip was badly split. He looked like he might have been in a fight. I grinned back, hoping to trick him into talking to me, so that I would be justified in ending our "association". Cum-Dump had a need of some sort for me. At the same time I had an irrational anger that someone had treated MY property in that way! That was MY job! He immediately looked down to the ground again, and crossed over to the opposite side of the sidewalk. He was obeying my original instructions to him, damn him.
When he got opposite me, he stopped walking and just stood there, in the pose that Matt had taught me was the one slaves took to demonstrate being submissive. Either he had been into this rough shit before we met, or Sam had beat this into him the night before. He just stared at the ground. I saw some dried blood on his lip, above his nose, which also looked swollen. But he didn't say a word. His breathing was wheezing. I suspected a broken nose.
I couldn't help myself. "You look like shit, Cum-Dump. Did Master Sam do that to you?"
"No, Master. Master Sam used me hard, but within normal limits. He did humiliate me by taking me to the basement t-room, having me strip naked, binding one arm to a pipe and putting my belt around my waist to bind my other one to my back to prevent me from jerking off. He tied a blindfold on my eyes. Then after he used my ass hard and called me insulting names, he left me there for an hour to be used by any man who wanted to abuse me."
"And that is how you ended up like this?" I felt a bit pissed at Sam for letting my "property" get so badly damaged. How strange to feel this way about a "thing" I hated.
"No, Master, Sir.. Master Sam actually never left the room but stayed to make sure that the worse that happened was the man who whipped my ass for a few minutes with his belt. I heard him order the man to stop and fuck me, or suck HIS big cock. He chose to fuck me, and did it hard, but he was not very big. My ass is just so stretched from 18 men fucking me in an hour, other than Master Sam, that I am having trouble walking. And the welts from the two others who belted my ass. But two members of my team came in and saw me. They asked Master Sam what was going on. Since they were not wearing team jackets, he told them. He actually apologized to me later, after they used me and it became obvious from their verbal abuse that they were my teammates. He would have told them another story if he knew they were on the team. That I had lost a bet."
"So what happened to your face?"
He was still looking at the ground, obeying my original orders to him, as he answered. "They told other team members. After practice this afternoon, some other members wanted some of my ass. Since I was no longer obligated to obey, having been released by Master Sam, I fought back against three guys, Sir. I managed to keep them off of me. But I might decide to quit the team. Otherwise, I would have to let men use me without your permission. I can`t fight them all off, Master."
"Cum-dump, are you on as sports scholarship?" I was worried that my game had gone to far.
"No, Master. My late father left trust funds for me and my brother to be able to go to college, or for job training. It is large enough for both of us to not have to work while in college, and would have supported either of us for a few years after job training as we got on our feet So I can stay in college if I quit the team. I just loved playing football." WHY did he have to tell me that his father was dead, too? I hated when I found out anything that made him seem like a real PERSON instead of CUM-DUMP.
I stood there, thinking. Much as I disliked this asshole, I couldn't ruin his life to keep playing a game in which I had no real interest. "If I release you, would you stay on the team?"
"Master, please, no. Being your property is the only thing that matters to me. Even if you still refuse to use my body, just knowing that my Master Ike owns me makes me happy. Knowing I might someday earn the privilege to service you and serve you gives my life meaning." He mange to plead without whining. He sounded masculine and pussy-whipped at the same time. It was annoying and.. well, fucking HOT at the same time.
Shit. He IS in love with me, and I have no justification to dump him. I set up the rules to this game, and I had to play them fairly as log as HE did. "How about if I give you permission to let you have sex with the team members who appeal to you, while fighting off the ones who do not? JUST members of the football team, or support staff. I know of at least one janitor in the phys ed building who likes man-ass, and is a hot top. Would you be comfortable staying on the team under those orders?"
He almost whispered. "As long as I still belong to my Master Ike. And my Master uses me when he wants to. Or just abuses me, sir. Yes, I could stay on the team under those conditions. Thank you Master, from one non-scholarship jock to another."
I rolled my eyes. I remembered that the Chinese said that if you saved a man's life, you were responsible for him after that; it seemed I had put myself under as much obligation to this asshole as I had put him to me. This was the LAST time I played a joke like this. I sighed. I HAD implied at the Rusty Spike that I would use and abuse him, so I had to give him some sort of hope. "Other than my previous orders that I might drag you off to use you if I saw you on campus, I add this: be in that basement t-room on Wednesday and Friday nights at one AM. If either Master Sam or myself do not show up by 1
, you have my permission to play there as if you were a real man. You may even pretend you are a fully real man, and fuck ass and force men to suck your pathetic dick. Do you understand that, boi?""Wednesday nights and Friday nights at one AM in the Administration Building basement. May I wait for you in the hallway until 1
, Master, so I do not have to spend a half hour fending off men?" That was actually a logical idea. I might not like him, but I had to admit he was a hot fucker. If he had never opened his wise-ass mouth to me, I might have just as happily sucked him off that night at the Rusty Spike."Yes. Across the hall, there is the office of Professor Hamilton from the English Department. Lean on his door."
"Yes, Master. That is one AM following Wednesday and Friday evenings, correct, Master? Not the morning of those days."
"Correct. Now get the hell out of my sight, you disgusting pile of dog-shit. And go take care of your face. MOVE!"
To my annoyance (don't ask me why), he limped off towards my dorm building. DAMN! He lived in the same building, which might be how he knew my name already in the bar. I smoked a second cigarette to give him time to get to his room, then went up to mine to get ready for my date.
First, I cleaned up my room. The four of us from the night before had left it quite a mess, and Matt and Harvey had left out a number of their rough sex toys. I made both beds with fresh sheets, and opened the window a crack to get the smell of sex and poppers and Crisco out of the air. I lay down and took a short nap, then woke up at 5 to take a shower, shave and get dressed. Having decided to grow another mustache, I left the five days growth already there alone, going for the then popular Fu Manchu style. I was already more than half way to a decent looking mustache. I'd have a great `stache by the end of the week, and Ralph and I could REALLY pass for twins.
Not knowing where we were going for dinner, I dressed in jeans and a dress shirt, then put on my leather jacket which in the last few days had almost become my uniform. I put a pair of dress pants, a tie and a t-shirt into a small travel bag, made sure I had cigarettes and threw in a tube of lube in case passion overtook us in the car, and headed to the parking lot.
I grinned to see Nick standing there in jeans, a dress shirt, and his letter jacket from the swim team. He had a swimmer's muscular body and a boyish face with short cropped brown hair. Like all swimmers, he had his chest and leg hair shaved. He looked like he was in high school.
"Hey, Ike. Next quarter you'll have your own letter jacket."
"Yeah. I ran into my coach Monday night in a bar and formally accepted his offer. I am now officially a member of the fencing team."
We got into my car, and he admired her lines. I explained her history and the plan to finish her renovation. Within two minutes, I had another member of the team to finish the work my Dad and I had never finished. He was another car guy! "My dad was a car mechanic and I spent every day after school at the garage where he worked until he died when I was 15. But I learned a lot by then, helping."
"Oh, sorry to hear that, My dad died when was 17. How's you mother doing?"
"She died when I was 10, and I'm an only child with no family other than a great-uncle in a nursing home. From the age of 15 until I left for college, I lived in a Home, and I don't particularly like to talk about that period of my life. Let's just say that before I went there I had learned with a buddy that sucking cock and getting sucked was fun, and I made the mistake of letting one of the older boys know I found him hot. After that, life was hell for me, and the people who ran the place felt I was just getting what I deserved for being a cocksucker."
I started the car as I lit a cigarette, unsure of what to say. I was surprised when Nick took it from me and sat smoking it, but I lit another and left him to his sad memories. " Now where is this place you are taking me to, Nick?" He told me which road to drive along, since the place was about ten miles outside of town.
As soon as we got to a deserted stretch of road, I pulled over. I grabbed his jacket and pulled him to me, and we had a nice long kiss. "Nick, buddy, if you say `I ain't a faggot' again tonight, I swear I'll knock your fucking head off."
He grinned at me. "Tonight you will find out a big secret about me, Ike. You will be the ONLY one on campus who knows it. It's the reason I developed that tough character, and keep using him. But I have to ask you; HOW did you know my name?"
"My roommate Mat introduced us at a swim meet, and I remembered it. To be honest, when we were in the t-room I had you mixed up with another jock. It wasn't until I saw you in Jeff's class that I realized who you really were."
He put his hand on mine on the steering wheel. "Why do you call Mr. Hamilton Jeff? And why did you stop sitting on the front row and drooling over him, and come sit in the back with me and start acting like a normal human being? I should add, I've seen him in the T-room, so I know he's gay. But only after that conversation we had about him being hot."
"You tell me your secret first." I insisted.
He stared ahead, speaking almost in a whisper. "I'm a scholarship kid. I get tuition, room, board and books. ANYTHING else I have to come up with the money for, and I am NOT on a sports scholarship, but an academic one. If I want to keep swimming, which I love, I had to find a way to make money that does not take a lot of effort and time. My first quarter, I got, well, more than a little friendly with a senior I met in the t-room. He took me to the Inn where we are going for the first time. Ike, I sell my cock to rich fags, and if I put on an act about how offended I am when they make a pass at me, I end up getting more. I've sold my not-so-virgin ass six times this quarter already. A few hours a few times a month, and I have the money for the other things I need." He sobbed. "Ike, I'm a fucking whore!"
I put my arm over his shoulder, and let him cry "Nick, you're doing what you need to survive, and having some fun doing it. You developed an interesting character to put on an act for your customers which makes them really hot. I thought it was hot if confusing when you pulled it on me through the glory hole. I think it would be another matter if you were straight, but hell, you're not. You were pretty eager to suck my cock at the glory hole and you made some pretty gay comments about Jeff. Now, to answer YOUR question with MY secret: I also met Jeff in the glory holes, the first time I found them by accident, and I recognized his red mustache and great lips through the hole. I sort of blackmailed him into being the first guy to take me to bed for the night." I laughed. "We're sort of dating. And his boss knows about us, and is now grading my papers. He told me this afternoon that he had told him about us the next day. I think Jeff likes me." I smirked. I started driving again.
"Do you like him?"
"Jeff's the man who suggested I save my ass cherry for a special guy; I turned it into a search for a man who loves me and I love and can have a relationship with." He cleared his throat impatiently. "I know I'm avoiding the question. I THINK I like him. Or is it still the crush I had on him before, with the sex added in?"
"Hey, I'm just a male whore. What do I know?"
"Nick, stop that! Would it help you feel better about yourself if I let some man buy ME tonight?"
"Can you be nasty to a man?"
I told him all about Cum Dum, which necessitated telling him about the Rusty Spike. Without identifying the man, I also told him about dominating Dan Taylor, the hot, masculine top-only security guard. By the time I was done, he was horny as hell, and admitted I could be VERY nasty. He also admitted that it made him eager to get dinner over with and find someplace private to be with me.
"Oh, Matt has a date tonight, and will be gone all night long."
"Does Matt know you're..? Wait, is MATT the gay swimmer you've been hinting about?" I nodded. "Holy fucking shit, maybe I really AM gay! I always thought he was a hot fucker. I also always though he was as straight as they come. Matt Slater can do whatever he wants to me on our next away. "
"Uh, maybe you shouldn't word it exactly that way to him, Nicky."
"Why not?"
"Matt is into.. well, he's into kinky shit. VERY kinky, rough stuff. I've had a few beginner's lessons from him, but last night my buddy and I got to watch as he initiated a Slave. Let's just say that when we got to the room, my buddy wanted Matt's cock up his ass. By the time the lights went out, Tom didn't want Matt anywhere near him. EVER!"
"Tom? Your little buddy who you beat up over a girl?" I nodded. "And he was in bed with YOU?"
"He was VERY eager to finally spend a night in bed with a man, instead of getting screwed though a glory hole. He's bisexual. Nick, there's a chance that I might be bisexual. I'm still dating a few women; I just like sex with guys better. And I WOULD like to be a dad someday, since my dad was so great. My buddy Sam is bisexual, and his wife knows. He can screw around with as many men as he wants. They're from Texas, and she says if she ever catches him with another woman, she'll borrow a shotgun from one of her brothers and shoot his balls off. He says she means it, and is a great shot. And they DID have an actual, real live shotgun wedding." We laughed.
We approached what looked like a big farmhouse, with a long, low barn. He had me take a side road just short of it, which in turn lead to a discreet driveway to a well hidden parking lot behind the barn. From this side, it was a fancy bar and restaurant.
"How do you afford..?
"I never have to pay for more than one drink. What did you bring in your bag, there?" I showed him. "Hmm, if you are serious about selling your dick.."
"I am. I want you to stop feeling guilty about it. And I'm bringing other guys here to do the same thing. Just so YOU can stop feeling guilty. I also THINK I've heard of a scholarship for living expenses for non-scholarship jocks. I`ll check tomorrow." Jeff was a fucking millionaire. Maybe his family had a foundation. I was sure that he wouldn't want one of his students forced to be a prostitute in order to get an education. I had a feeling I could easily convince him to do SOMETHING to help Nick. Perhaps there even WAS already a real scholarship!
He grinned. "Man, am I glad I lost that bet. And I have a feeling I'll be even happier when we're in your bed. So Matt will be spending the night with his slave, huh?"
He took off my jacket and shirt, and put the jacket back on without the shirt. "Actually, the two of them will be doing a very calm, sedate three-way with my twin."
"You have a brother?"
"No, I'm an only child, too, but this guy looks almost like my identical twin. Ralph lives in our dorm building, and the two of them have both been having sex with him. He's been wanting to try a three-way; to Ralph THAT'S kinky. He doesn't know about the rest between them, which actually just started last night. I just met Ralph today on the elevator. It was like looking in a mirror, except he has a mustache."
"Wait! I saw that guy the other day. I walked up to him and said hello, then realized he had a mustache so he wasn't you. Now you're growing one, so it will be difficult to tell you two apart."
"I hadn't shaved since Thursday, so when I shaved for our date, I realized I was over half way to a mustache for my Halloween costume, and I liked the look on Ralph. I grow them and cut them off periodically. But I might keep it on - I like the way a mustache feels when a man with one is eating my ass, so I figure I will keep it to return the favor. Speaking of costumes?" He had taken his shirt off, too. His smooth body was a contrast to my hairiness. I ran a hand over it. He closed his eyes and grinned, so I pinched his nipples to make them hard.
"Something my buddy taught me. Show the goods to the customers. Now, all I do is walk in, and there are boys in the bar before me as hot or hotter than me, but not dressed as sexy, and I'm over in the Inn before them. It doesn't hurt that with my chest shaved for swimming and I wear short hair for the same reason. It makes me look younger than my age." He pointed to the farmhouse. "That's the Inn, with rooms rented by the hour. Straight cheating couples come here for a quick drink or dinner and a hard fuck, too." I nodded. "Now, some rules. Rule number one: NEVER bring up money! Let them offer it first. If they're a cop, and offer you money, it's entrapment. If YOU ask a cop for money, it's solicitation, and illegal. Act offended, and they'll usually up the offer. With your leather jacket, you'll probably get men who enjoy a bit of abuse, even if it's just verbal. Those freaks are usually more generous. Rule number two: be sure you know exactly what it is they want before you leave with them. Rule number three: get the money before they open your fly. Although with your hot body, taking the jacket off while you wait to get paid might get you a tip before hand. Oh, tips: if you really do them good, they usually tip you afterwards, above the agreed amount." We got ready to leave. "Leave the car unlocked, Ike. If we both get picked up, we can meet back here, and then get dressed better and go back in there to eat, or go somewhere else."
I was hard as a steel rod. A week before, I would never have imagined anyone wanting to pay me for sex. Now, I had enough confidence from things that men had said to me to imagine some man offering me $20 to suck my cock, and me holding out for $30. I kept a pad and some pencils on the dashboard in case I got a writing idea. I took it, explaining this to Nick, wrote something quickly, then tossed it back where it belonged, open to the page where I wrote.
We got out of the car, heading towards the door. There was a man with a suit standing in front of it. He had been sitting on a bench. ""Evening, boys." he growled at us.
I grunted back "'Evening yourself. Excuse us, we have business to take care of and my rent needs to paid."
"That's why I'm here. I'm sorry, guys. The Inn has new owners, so there are some new rules. The old owners were happy with the room rentals and the booze and food sales. The new owners are not. They don't want to just fleece the johns, now they want 10% of what you hustlers make from the johns."
Nick looked confused. Since it was my first time there, I could play dumb. "Excuse me, but this is my first time doing this. Like I said, the rent has to be paid, and I'm a bit short this month, so Nick here was nice enough to suggest I come along. What's a hustler?"
The man laughed. "You two are hustlers. Hustling rich, horny guys for money to suck your horny cocks or get a hard dick rammed up their hungry asses, or to think they're fucking a virgin ass."
I was into my tough guy act already. "I don't know about my buddy here, but my ass IS virgin, and if you'd like to make something of it.."
"Let me introduce you to the reason you will NOT be cheating the owners of their 10%, and not be threatening me, you wiseass punk. BRUNO!"
A massive shadow moved forward. He must have been 6'11", and built a lot like Jeff, under a suit that barely contained his muscles. He had the smashed-in face of a fighter, with a heavy, bushy blonde Fu-Manchu mustache, and incongruously tightly curled, short blonde hair. I looked up at him, smiling, showing no fear. "Hi, Bruno. How're you doing? Name's Ike. This is my buddy Nicky."
A deep voice says "You look like you're a fighter. You been in a fight recently?" He bashed a hand into his fist.
"Last night, and I won. Over a girl, and I get to fuck her on Saturday, instead of her boyfriend, who I toyed around with and messed up pretty bad, then knocked out. But I'm not stupid enough to think I can take YOU on and have a snowball's chance in HELL of winning. Hell, big guy, I ain't dumb enough to think I have a chance of SURVIVING one SECOND fighting you. So hey, you're the boss, Bruno." I held up both hands in surrender and grinned.
To my surprise, the big man began to laugh a deep, rich laugh, and grabbed my hand, almost crushing it. When he grinned, he was actually sort of handsome. "You've got big fucking balls, Ike. I like you. You still got to pay your 10%, but if some john hassles you or tries to cheat you, I'll bust his balls for you for free."
"Another word I don't know: john. I take it you're not talking about a man named John, or a toilet, so.."
The mammoth laughed. "An old whore's word for a customer. Gay guys call men they pick up a john, too. The word 'trick' is used by both whores and us gay men the same way."
Nick whispered. "YOU'RE gay, Bruno?"
"Hey, the cute little one can speak. The way you had that pretty mouth of yours hanging open, cutie, I was beginning to think it was an invitation to ram my dick in it, but I'm on duty. Unfortunately. And yes, cutie-pie, I`m gay. Are you, sweet-honey?"
Nick took a deep breath. "I've never said this to anyone before out loud, before. Yes, Bruno, I'm gay." He grinned at Bruno. And licked his lips elaborately. Damn, my date was hot for Goliath!
I tapped the enthralled Nicky on is shoulder. "Excuse me, my suddenly gay buddy who keeps telling me he's no fag. But I STILL have to make some money to pay my rent. And let me remind you, so do YOU! You can flirt with the handsome giant here later."
"Ike, the johns ain't going nowhere, so cool it." I was NOT about to argue with Bruno when he was obviously on the make. I sat down next to the first man on the bench, and lit a cigarette. This show could be interesting. "Nick, would you consider going on a date with me? Big as I am, I'm actually a nice guy when I'm not a bouncer. And, well, I think you're fucking adorable."
"ME??" Nick has a rich baritone voice, but when he said that word, he actually squealed.
"Yes, you, cutie-pie. Sort of skinny for a jock, though." He ran a big hand over Nick's smooth body. Nick closed his eyes, and shuddered.
"I'm a swimmer. Off season, I'm almost as hairy as Ike. And yes, Ill date you, Bruno. Although Im a bit new to some stuff, and you're a bit .. BIG??"
Bruno held Nicks chin in his hand and almost whispered. "Honey, I ain't never gonna hurt you. Not on purpose, sweet thing. And if anything hurts, you tell me and we stop. OK? We go at your speed, baby. Always at your speed, sweet Nick."
As I sat next to the other man, both of us had our mouths open in shock. He whispered at me ,"I never even knew the big thug was gay, and now he's hitting on a hustler. A college one, but still a hustler."
"What's the difference? I'm a college student, too."
"You college guys hustle to make money to pay for necessities, but mostly have your room and board and stuff paid for, so it's extras, like fixing that old heap of yours. The other hustlers are supporting themselves, or a drug habit, or both. Boys with pimps are not welcome, but some are supporting men, or girlfriends and kids. You college guys often have the advantage of being in better shape, better looking and younger. What are you, 18 trying to pass for 19?"
"I'll be 20 on Sunday. That girl I won in the fight is my birthday gift. Well, SHE considers spending Halloween night with me my birthday gift; the guy who wants to marry her objected. I had to teach the dumb jock a lesson in manners."
"What sort of jock? A football player?"
I laughed. "Actually, track. I would never have started a fight with the little twerp; but he almost attacked me in our math class. Literally. Then we met off campus and I finished what HE tried to start. But I'm not easily intimidated. I took boxing lessons for 5 years when I was younger, and towards the end, the teacher had me fighting bigger, older guys, and I usually won. Not that Im stupid enough to fight a man the size of Bruno. I like having my balls attached to my body, thank you. Hed rip them off and hand them to me as fucking earrings. But I could easily take on someone... well, your size."
He stiffened, then chuckled. I had implied a threat, but not actually challenged the man, and done it in a clever way. "I like you, punk. You still have to pay your 10%, but if your trick takes you out of the bar and to someplace else to fuck, I'll skip it. Same for your cute buddy."
"Thanks, but this is an emergency cash deal for me. I may not be here often. Nick is a semi-regular here."
"The offer still holds as long as Bruno and I are a team as bouncers and enforcers."
Bruno was hanging over Nick, and they were talking quietly. A car pulled up, and Bruno became business, but not before giving Nick a deep, long kiss while taking a nice squeeze of my buddy's hot jock ass.
I had to lead my dazed buddy to the bar. The other man nodded to me. "Nice talking to you, Ike. If I ever need a young boxer, I know where to find one now."
"I wonder why he would want a young boxer?" I asked. Nick was on Cloud Nine and didn't hear me, or my snort of annoyance. I sat him on a bar stool, then I took one two feet away. I ordered a beer, but before I could pay for it, a well dressed man about 40 was standing next to me, offering to pay for it. I snarled at him, but accepted with ill grace. Actually, he was handsome, swarthy, with a dash of grey at the temples of his black hair to make him look distinguished. I wondered why he had to pay for sex, until I saw the wedding ring.
I sipped my beer, ignoring him. "I'm Nick.' He said.
"So?"
He pulled a barstool over and got a beer for himself, getting close to me. "What's you name, handsome?"
"What kind of fag question is that?"
He looked stricken, and then whispered. "A fag question from a married queer man who would like to spend some time making you very happy." I looked at him. "I could make it worth your while to spend time with me while I show you some pleasurable tricks. Hasn't anyone ever told you that a guy gives better head than a broad?"
Turning from him, I snorted. "I ain't no fag. I like pussy." Now I could see why Nick developed the line. It had come to my lips so easily, and Nick`s eyes had lit up when I said it. What a fun game!
"You wouldn't have to do anything except shoot a massive load of cum in my ass. And I'll pay you $50 to do it."
"Humph. Sounds like a lot of fairy stuff to me. My buddy and me just stopped in for a beer."
"OK, make it $100, but you have to tell me you name. Fucking an ass is almost the same as fucking a pussy, only it's tighter."
"Let me understand this. You give me a $100, and then all I have to do is tell you my fucking name, and screw your fag pussy?"
"Well, if you feel like calling me names while you're doing it, and insulting me, I couldn't stop you." He smiled. So, I was being paid $100 primarily to be an abusive asshole. Hell, I've already done THAT for free. And enjoyed doing it.
"OK, faggot Nicky-boy. You got a real man to screw your pussy. I'll pay my rent with that money, then take my girlfriend out to dinner with the rest. I guess fucking YOUR fag ass don't make me no faggot, right?"
"Oh, no, you're ALL man.. um.."
"Ike, but you can call me SIR most of the time, scumbag."
Nick whispered "Oh, YES, SIR, Ike, Sir!"
A handsome man in his 30's was talking to Nick and running his hand over his chest. Nick pushed him away, and the man apologized. This was a lot of fun!
I sipped my beer, ignoring my john, waiting for him to take the next move. When I was finished, he gulped his beer down. "Sir, we could get a room in the Inn next door?"
"I guess so. Unless you want to do it in the back seat of my car?'
He smiled. "No, I think a bed is more comfortable. And private. Do you really want someone seeing you with your big, manly dick plunging into me, Ike, sir?"
Nick and his john got up, and left though a side door. "OK. Take me there, Nicky-boy."
He lead me through the same door. We had to wait while Nick and "Adam Smith" registered and were given a key. I was surprised when Nick at least registered as Nick, and I doubt that "Popolus" was fake, either. He looked Greek. Our room was next to Nick and "Adam Smith's." I could here Nick snarling what sounded like orders at "Adam".
At first, I nervously stood rigidly next to the locked door as Nick hung his suit in the closet. While he did that, remembering Nick's advise, I hung my jacket on the door knob. When he turned around, he groaned at the sight of me shirtless, my fingers hooked in my pockets. I had the married man hooked. He took one step towards me but I held out my hand, making the universal sign for money. He went back to the closet, returning with five $20 bills, which he counted out in my hand. I put it folded in my jacket pocket.
Nick had stripped naked. He had a very nice body, and a beautiful ass. His entire body was fairly dark, and very hairy, so I was sure I was right in my guess that the name was real, and he was of Greek ancestry. He was hard and dripping, and his uncut cock was very edible, but not on the tonight's menu. I snarled again to get into the role, and my puffed up cock actually got softer.
I had kicked off my shoes. I pointed to the floor in front of me as I lit a cigarette, and he fell to his knees. He nuzzled my crotch with his nose, chewing my cock through my jeans. He unzipped me, and was surprised when my cock flopped out at him. He swallowed my half hard cock to the root, and had me hard in no time, as I grabbed his head and fucked his face.
"Yeah. You're a good fucking cocksucker, faggot. You know how to treat a REAL man right and make him hot. You're almost as hot as a real fucking woman, cocksucker. Let me see that fag pussy you were boasting about, you fucking queer cum dump."
"Yes, Sir, Ike!" He got on all fours on the bed, then spread his cheeks. He had a nice ass. Hairy, muscular and manly. I grinned to myself. Two weeks before, I would never have noticed. I wet a finger and pushed it in his ass, which was already greased. "You're an eager little whore fag, ain't you? All greased up so you can get a real man's big cock rammed in that ass-pussy of yours fast!"
"Fuck my fag pussy, Ike, sir. Make me your woman. Make me scream!" I slapped his ass cheek. "Yes! Use me as your toy! Use me!"
I teased his ass with my cock, slapping him again harder. I could hear the man in the next room groaning and cursing as Nick-my-buddy did something to him. I rammed into the-Nick-with-me, my balls slapping his, causing him to wail, "FUCK, IKE! YES! USE MY PUSSY HOLE!!!! FUCK MEEEE!"
I didn't need a second invitation. He might like getting fucked but he was tight enough that I doubted that he got it often. I began to give him what he had paid for. I was pounding him as I slapped his cheeks. I snarled some insults at him "What a loose fucking hole! I thought you told me fag ass was tight?" He tightened his ass muscles, and almost broke my dick off! Man, was he hot!
"Ike, sir, may I get on my back while you fuck my ass, sir, so I can look at your handsome face?" Damn, I was still a sucker for anyone who found me attractive. I pulled out with a plop like a champagne cork, and flipped him on his back. I put the cigarette out in an ashtray. I rammed back in as he moaned out loud, running his hands through my chest hair. I twisted one of his nipples and felt his ass spasm in response. "Oh, YES! I never knew that I loved that! Yes, Ike! Do it more, PLEASE!"
I began to abuse his chest, then worked on his balls a little, and he went wild. He kept yelling my name, and his ass was clutching at me so much, I though he was going to cum. I decided to try an experiment. I began to breathe faster, and a bit raggedly. "Yeah, Nicky-faggot, you got your stud-Man really fucking hot! He's gonna fill you up with his spooge soon."
Hearing that, his ass spasmed as he spewed forth a massive load with a yell. I also yelled and rammed into him. I twisted his nips as I faked an orgasm, jerking around and pulsating my cock.
"Fuck, fag boy, that's one fine pussy. Best cum I've had in years. I'm still hard, but you understand; I can sell this second load later." I smiled at him. He looked proud. The tough straight punk man-whore had complimented him and actually smiled!
I lay on the bed, my dick slowly deflating in front of his hungry eyes, and lit a cigarette. He cuddled up against me, and I handed him the cigarette, lighting another, putting the ashtray on his cum coated belly. We lay there smoking for a few minutes.
"That was great, Ike. Best I ever had."
"Thanks, Nick. First time I ever sold it. I needed some extra money and my buddy brought me here. But can I ask a personal question, Nick? Risking a tip?" I grinned at him.
"Believe me, you've got a good tip coming, Ike, so ask."
"Do you get off paying for it? Because you're a good looking guy. I know you're married, but I know a lot of married men who get it for free. To be honest, with your looks, body, dick and ass, you`d really be popular."
He laughed. "A hustler trying to convince a john to go get free sex?"
"First of all, I told you, this was an emergency thing. It really is the first time I ever sold my dick. I doubt that I'll do it often. So I'm not really a hustler. Second: the new owners are tough, so don't spread it around, or their big ape of a bouncer Bruno will bash me to dog shit. I was just asking. If you LIKE paying for it, that's your fucking business, man." I started to get up.
He out a hand on my arm to stop me, "No, I don't like it." He whispered. "I didn't realize that I liked guys until after I was married and had three kids, so when I found a friend in the same situation, and he brought me here, I thought this was my only option. About once a month, my friend and I take a room together for oral sex, but we both like to get fucked, and we both like getting fucked by tough guys. So I come back a few times a year for a real tough hustler to scratch that itch in my ass and be abusive, because I feel guilty. When I saw you, I decided to pay top dollar, since I didn't want anyone else getting to you first." He gave me a big grin. Man, he was handsome!
"Nick, are you ever near the College?"
"I live six blocks from North Gate. Why?"
"Ever hear of a wonderful thing called a glory hole? A hole between a couple of toilet stalls where men have anonymous sex?" He stared at me. "There are plenty of them around town, and some bars where men go downstairs, and check their clothes, and have sex for hours at end. But there is a great t-room, that's a toilet for sex, in the basement of the Administration Building on campus. Enter under the main stairs. About waist high, you'll find arrows carved into the bricks of the wall to guide you through the maze of hallways. They eventually lead you down a short hallway to a Men's Room where there is sexual activity 24 hours a day. You can meet men to date, or have sex through a glory hole, or together in a cubicle, or sometimes out in the open for everyone else to watch and even join in. If I meet you down there, I'll tell you about some of the other places. Ask some guys to take you to a bar called The Rusty Spike - but on a weeknight. I understand it gets pretty wild and dangerous on weekends. I have a buddy who lost his ass cherry by getting gang raped on a Saturday night there."
"So, you're gay, Ike? A tough guy like you?"
"Bisexual. The bruises on my face are from a fight over who gets to fuck this girl with amazing boobs on Halloween - the night before my birthday. She wanted it to be me, the guy who wants to marry her got jealous and started a fight. I toyed with him, messed his face up bad, then knocked him out and fucked his ass. He loved it and ended up spending last night in my bed."
"Wow. So you really are a tough guy. Are you a jock like the cute guy you came in with?"
"I'll be on the fencing team starting next quarter. So I guess I am a jock. I was second string football in high school."
"Ike, I could fall in love with you." He stroked my newly grown mustache.
"Don't, Nick. If I get seriously involved with a man, he has to be available for a long term relationship; so married men need not apply for the job of popping my ass cherry. I just realized I liked sucking cock and fucking ass last week, by the way, so I'm a lot more straight than gay, I guess. But then, I have a date with a guy tonight. So I gotta get going." Deciding to show him that I liked him, I leaned over, and gave him a deep, long kiss, then slapped his ass hard with a laugh. "Just so you don't think I'm getting soft. See you in that basement, Nick." I winked at him.
I got up and as I started to get dressed, Nick walked to the closet, and returned to me. Taking two folded bills, he pushed them in my jeans pocket. "A little tip." I left after he gave me a long, gentle kiss.
Nick was just walking out of his room "What a freak! Wanted me to slap him around before I screwed his loose ass, and never told me before. Well, he paid me good. How about you?"
"Tell you later. Let`s get the hell out of here."
When we got downstairs, Bruno and his little pal was waiting. "Your tips are yours. But you owe 10% of the negotiated fee." the man in suit barked at us.
I took out the $100 and Nick's eyes bugged. "Hey, Nicky, I took your advice and trailed him along, getting him hot, then told him $50 wasn't enough. I figured he'd up it to $60 and almost shit in my pants when he made it $100." The man took a $20 and handed me a $10. Nick had made $50. Before we left, Bruno cornered Nicky, put something in his pocket, then gave him a big hug and kiss. They whispered, looking close and cuddly. Well, as cuddly as Goliath could look hanging over young David. But then, we all know who won THAT fight!
The other man and I were stuck again watching the strange couple for a few minutes as they kissed and whispered. I couldn't help saying to the other man "Bruno seems to have stolen my date. Well, it's a one night date, because I won a bet with him. But it looks like Bruno won the war."
The other man sounded a bit disappointed. "I wish I knew before that Bruno was gay, because.."
"Buddy, he would have made a pass already if he was interested. Look how he jumped on Nicky. So don't feel bad. You just aren't his type. And before you look at me, I'm bisexual. That story about the fight over fucking that girl with massive knockers was 100% true. I just like an occasional trip to Queer-town. So I aint looking for a boyfriend. Although I wouldnt mind seeing Bruno naked and excited. As long as he wasn't going after my truly virgin ass." The man giggled. A car drove into the parking lot, and three young hustlers got out. Bruno kissed Nick goodbye and melted back into the shadows.
I had take my dewy-eyed buddy back to the car. "Amazing! The john liked me and we had a long talk, and he shoved a tip in my jeans." We got in the car. "Nick, pick up my pad and read what I wrote there before we got out of the car. Out loud."
He opened the pad and read, "I'm going to give whatever I make tonight as a prostitute to Nick, since it's HIS income for supporting himself, and I have a big trust fund allowance. It's just an adventure for me." I handed him the $90 and glared at him when he tried to argue. He looked like he was going to cry, so I gave him a hug.
Nick pulled another $20 from his jeans. "What did you get as a tip, Ike?"
"You can pull it out when we're alone in my room, unless I turned you off by all this. By the way, I faked it with him."
"What?"
"When he began to shoot, I rammed in and yelled how much I was cumming. Then I told him his pussy was so good, I was still hard, but I was saving it for my next customer. That would be you, buddy."
He grinned. "I faked it, too!" We both laughed. Then we kissed, long and slow. For a few minutes, he didn't seem to remember that big blond behemoth. I know it was temporary, but that was OK. I had no long term plans for Nicky other than friendship.
"Do you want to eat in this whorehouse, or someplace a little less emotionally explosive? Come to think of it, if we go back in, some more johns might bother us while we eat. And I DO want to be alone with you, Nicky, even if you ARE In love with Bruno." He blushed. "It's alright, Nicky. You're my buddy, not my boyfriend. I just hope that scholarship is available, so you can retire from hustling and feel better about dating Bruno, who I really do like. I'm scared shitless of him, but I think he'll treat YOU like a king." I began to drive back towards town.
"You were scared of him? But you were so calm when you were talking to him. Now, I was afraid I would shit in my pants, until he smiled at me. Then I knew he was..." I patted his hand.
"Maybe I should switch majors from writing to acting. I really bullshit guys so well. My trick thought was a real tough straight guy." We were getting close to town. "Actually, I knew when I started talking to him that he was tough but not a bully, so I knew as long as I stood my ground and let him know that I was NOT intimidated by his size, but also respected him as the superior fighter, we'd be fine. He wanted to know if I was a fighter, I told him I was. We knew we spoke the same language; our faces had the marks on it. I knew that he's a tough guy who's had a lot of fights, but not mean, vicious or nasty. I also knew that he was doing a job. If he had to, he would have broken our legs for cheating his bosses, but he wouldn't have taken any pleasure from it." Nick just stared at me. "I was the shortest, youngest kid in boxing class. I learned that I had to stand toe to toe with some bigger guys to get them to respect me, and found that often that meant that I had the fight won already, before we ever touched gloves. Hey, maybe I should major in psychology?" We laughed.
"I know a nice place near enough campus that I can park my baby safely in the lot there, and leave her there overnight. That way we can have a few drinks with dinner to celebrate my début as a hustler. You know, I actually had fun. I might do it again a few times, and bring some of my buddies along so they can try it out, too. I noticed a few older guys at the bar who looked more like hustlers than johns."
"Yeah, some of the johns like actual MEN hustlers. I saw this hot guy with grey hair, muscles and tattoos who looked like a construction worker working the bar a few times, and he seemed to do pretty good. So, Bruno doesn't bother you? I mean, me and Bruno?"
I laughed. "As long as you do not mention him again until after we have wake up sex." He looked at me to see if I was joking. I gave him an inscrutable look. He sighed and shrugged. Nicky had discovered that he could not figure me out as easily as he thought.
We had a great meal, with a bottle of wine. Nicky kept asking me about the tip that Nick-the-john had given me. I told him that since it was HIS money, he could take it from my pocket if he was willing to do it in a public place. I told him how I told Nick about the way to find the t-room, since I liked him.
When no one was looking, Nicky put two fingers in my pocket, and pulled out two bills. I was cutting my streak, when I heard him gasp. I looked over. He was holding two $100 bills! "Hey, I guess that makes me an EXPENSIVE fucking whore, Nicky! Now I'm sorry I told my john where the t-room was. I should have set up regular dates with him at the Inn. I could have created a scholarship for you myself, based on my cock and his hungry ass."
"Hey, don't joke about it, Ike. What we did was a crime, even if you had fun."
"No it wasn't." He started to argue. "Nicky, you're not from Williams County, are you?"
"Not even from this state. I'm from a small town in upstate New York, near Syracuse. But I HAVE been here long enough to know why there are so many people named Williams."
"That explains it. Williams County has some other odd things about it. My ancestor who was the first settler in the County, and who also wrote most of the laws for the county, was what I guess you what call a freethinker. His laws reflected his liberal philosophies. As long as it is done by a consenting, free adult over 17, gender not mentioned, prostitution is legal in this county, although some towns and cities have banned it. He wrote the law to ban slave owners from selling the sexual favors of his slaves, since he was anti-slavery. The Inn is outside of the town, in unincorporated county area. I saw the city limits sign as we drove there. In fact, it was in front of us where we parked to kiss. So what we did was legal. The Inn's original owners were really smart people. Liquor licenses are only required in towns and cities in the County. The State Liquor Authority took that one all the way to the Supreme Court after Prohibition, and lost. The County liquor selling laws predated the state laws. The county prostitution laws got upheld at the same time. Theres sort of an unspoken agreement not to turn it into a sex industry for tourists, but keep it local. But a lot of men, and some women, find out about how easy it is to find whorehouses in Williams County. Thats why this town has that huge convention center, and a lot of hotels with areas for conventions."
Nick didn't want to take the money, until I told him the amount of my monthly trust fund check, which was the first time he realized that although I'm not filthy rich, I have no need to sell my cock except for fun. I finally suggested he take the money and take Bruno someplace nice someday, after he retired when he got that scholarship. I had to keep reminding him that I liked Bruno, that I even found him attractive, and that I knew that the big muscle man would worship the ground Nick walked on if they made it past the first few confusing dates.
"How can you tell that?"
"Because the big muscle dolt already is half in love with you, and he's also scared shitless that he'll do something to turn you off or scare you. Nicky, you already have him by the balls, which I bet are massive. You have to decide if you want to keep him, because once you let him know how you feel about him, you'll have him forever. You won't be able to get rid of him. You have to decide first if that`s what you want."
"How come you're so smart, Ike?"
I snorted. "If I was THAT smart, I wouldn't have started that thing with that muscle-bound asshole Cum Dump. He's MY Bruno, and I think I'm stuck with him, unless he screws up, which he wont do, because he loves me for some strange reason. I realized that this afternoon. Unfortunately, I don't even LIKE him. At least you have a devoted slave who youre falling in love with." We laughed.
And then I thought sourly that if I was THAT smart, I'd figure out exactly what Jeff meant to me, and if he actually wanted more than a hot time with me.
Mildly drunk, we walked back to campus, to head to my bed and explore each other's bodies. And that's when we had a fantastic time.
But that is another story.
"The Date With Nick" to be continued in Part Two...
Note: Keep sending in your ideas for glory hole/toilet adventures, as well as your memoirs of your own sexual adventures of any kind! Or your hottest sexual fantasies.
Don't get to carried away with hustler FANTASIES, since it will be some time before the fictional Ike follows up and takes some friends back out to the Inn for some hustling adventures. But if you have actually DONE some sex-work, (or hired some hot - or not so hot, even terrible- hustlers) feel free to send me some of your adventures. With the right material, I might make his trip back there earlier, or create some other kind of hustling adventure. Perhaps when he tells some friends about his adventure, they'll confess their own rent-boy pasts. The advantage of so many older fuck-buddies who have led rough lives.
Copyright 2010 "Ike"
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author who can be contacted at [email protected]
Other stories by me are listed in the NIFTY archives under "Prolific Writers", under the name "Oldtimer25". Let me know how you like them, and if you have any suggestions for this series. Remember, it takes place in 1970-1971.
这是《Glory Hole Sagas》第十四章的中文翻译：
《光荣洞传奇》
第十四章
我与尼克的约会——第一部分
第十四章
虽然汤姆知道校园里另外两个有寻欢洞的茶室，他却不知道那个最有名的地下室那个。到下午两点，我们已经让校园里足够多的人相信我们一直就是最好的哥们了，好些男人还取笑我们这对“好兄弟”，说我们“蠢到让一个女人——哪怕是那个大胸尤物——挑拨得为她打架”。于是我提出带他去见识一下，尽管我想为跟尼克的约会留点精力。我把头探进杰夫敞开的门，告诉他我正要带汤姆进茶室，很快就回来。结果我最后把汤姆介绍给了厄尔——在那之前，我们刚看了一场我那瘦高个黑人哥们在一根大屌猛男身上展示他的深喉绝技。
杰夫在我重新走进他办公室时扑了上来，一边吻我一边锁了门。我抱歉地告诉他，我得为我的约会保存精力，但我说我很乐意帮他口交来解决他的欲火。可那个狡猾的红毛肌肉男，知道我多迷恋他的体格，一把扯掉上衣，于是没过几分钟，我就狠捣进他那紧夹着的屁股里了。我很惊讶我们竟学会了在他办公室里用耳语的方式火热做爱，而这种被迫的安静反而让它更刺激了。事实上，我们俩几乎一瞬间就交了货。
然后杰夫告诉我一件让我震惊的事——他在我们共度第一夜之后的第二天，就把我们的事告诉了他的系主任，一个他信任多年的老朋友（也是个深柜同志），以此来保护我们俩，因为他对我日渐增长的感情让他再也无法对我的作品保持客观了。那位系主任已经读了我所有创意写作作业的复印件，也同意我是个有天赋、有前途的年轻作家，并且答应成为我的新导师。从现在起，这学期的论文都由他来批改评分，而杰夫再也不会让我注册他的任何课了。我带着对这一切含义的迷茫离开了他，回房为我的约会养精蓄锐。
我走出大楼时，看见一幕让我心烦的景象：那个讨人厌的橄榄球队员，那个我所谓的奴隶、被我重新取名“精液垃圾桶”的家伙，正沿着人行道朝我走来。我注意到他走路姿势怪怪的，大概是因为山姆在我命令下对他进行的粗暴对待。刚有一堂课开始，所以四下只有我们两人。
我点了根烟，靠在一棵树上，双臂交叉，希望能诱他违反命令，未经许可就跟我说话，那样我就能结束这场闹剧了。
趁他没看我时，我头一回好好打量了一下我的“财产”。事实上，他脸上几乎没什么表情，而且一直盯着地面。他左眼肿了；看起来像是正在冒出一个乌青，我知道那不可能是山姆干的。我室友马特，我所有粗暴性爱知识的来源，告诉过我，像他自己和山姆这样有经验、训练有素的主人，在没有奴隶事先同意的情况下，绝不会在奴隶身上留下任何可见痕迹。既然精液垃圾桶已经把他的身体交给了我，山姆当然会向我这个“所有者”请求许可——就像今早他打电话来请求我许可给他刮屁眼一样，还问我我对这个大块头运动员的怒火是不是“家族矛盾”，因为他跟我同姓。威廉姆斯。跟我同姓，也跟威廉姆斯县四分之一的人同姓，这全拜我那好色过头的祖先所赐，他四处播种私生子，还跟两任老婆生了二十多个婚生子女。
我看到了一些之前没注意到的细节：尽管他体格粗壮，精液垃圾桶却有着所有常见的威廉姆斯家族特征（我们家族的人倾向于修长而非粗壮）。他一瘸一拐，双腿以一种奇怪的姿势岔开着走。我对这男人感到了一丝丝怜悯，尽管他仍然在我心里激起一种毫无道理、被放大了的怒气。我为他的疼痛和伤害感到有些责任。他本来是盼着那种对待来自我的，而我当时对他毫无兴趣，连一发都不肯赏给那个人渣。羞辱精液垃圾桶曾给我带来一种我不能理解的快感；正如我也不能理解，他为什么偏要从我身上寻求那种愤怒和羞辱。我在想，我在锈钉酒吧里的直觉是不是对的——我对他的公开支配，是不是让这个大块头肌肉蠢货爱上了我。
他抬眼看到我，眼睛亮了一下，想咧嘴笑。说“想”是因为：他嘴唇裂得很厉害。他看起来像是打过架的样子。我也朝他咧嘴一笑，想诱他跟我说话，这样我就有正当理由结束我们这段“关系”了。精液垃圾桶对我有某种需求。与此同时，我又感到一股没由来的愤怒——竟然有人敢那样对待我的财产！那是我的活！
他立刻又把目光垂向地面，穿到了人行道对面。他在服从我最初给他下的命令，这该死的家伙。
当他走到我对面时，他停下脚步，就那么站住了，摆出的姿势正是马特教过我的、奴隶表示顺从的姿态。他要么是在我们认识之前就玩过这套粗暴把戏，要么就是山姆昨晚给他灌输进去的。他只是盯着地面。我看见他嘴唇上方、鼻子周围有干涸的血迹，鼻子看起来也肿了。但他一个字也没说。他的呼吸带着喘鸣。我怀疑他鼻梁断了。
我忍不住开了口。“你看起来像坨屎，精液垃圾桶。是山姆主人把你弄成这样的吗？”
“不是，主人。山姆主人狠狠地用了我，但在正常范围内。他确实羞辱了我，把我带到地下室茶室，让我脱光，把一条胳膊绑在一根管子上，用我自己的皮带把另一只手绑在背后，防止我自己打飞机。他给我戴上了眼罩。然后，他用我的屁股狠操了一通、骂了我好多侮辱人的话之后，就把我丢在那儿一个小时，让任何想虐待我的男人随意使用。”
“所以你就变成了这副样子？”我对山姆让我的“财产”伤成这样感到有点恼火。对一个我恨的“东西”产生这种感觉，可真奇怪。
“不是的，主人，先生。山姆主人其实根本没离开房间，而是一直留了下来，确保发生的最坏事情，也不过是那个用皮带在我屁股上抽了几分钟的男人。我听到山姆主人命令他住手，要么操我，要么吸他那根大鸡巴。那人选择了操我，而且操得很猛，但他那东西不怎么大。我屁股走不了路，主要是因为一个小时内被十八个男人操过，除了山姆主人之外。还有另外两个用皮带抽我屁股抽出的鞭痕。但我队里有两个队员进来看到了我。他们问山姆主人怎么回事。因为他们没穿球队夹克，山姆主人就告诉了他们。他后来跟我道了歉，是在他们用完我、他们的辱骂明显暴露了他们是我的队友之后。他要是早知道他们是队友，就会编另一个故事了。说是我打赌输了。”
“那你脸上的伤又是怎么回事？”
他仍然盯着地面，在回答时遵守着我最初给他下的命令。“他们告诉了队里其他人。今天下午训练之后，又有几个队员想要我的屁股。因为我不再有义务服从——山姆主人已经释放了我——我就跟三个家伙打了起来，先生。我成功把他们挡开了。但我也许会决定退队。不然的话，我就得在没有你许可的情况下让他们用我。我没法把他们都打退，主人。”
“精液垃圾桶，你是靠体育奖学金上学的吗？”我担心我的游戏玩过头了。
“不是，主人。我过世的父亲留了信托基金，供我和我哥上大学或接受职业培训。那笔钱足够我们俩在大学里不用打工，也能在职业培训结束后头几年站稳脚跟。所以我退队也能继续留在大学里。我只是热爱打橄榄球罢了。”他为什么非要告诉我他爹也死了？我最恨的就是发现任何让他看起来像一个真人、而不是一堆“精液垃圾桶”的东西。
我站在那儿思考。虽然我不喜欢这个混球，但我不能为了玩一场我其实并不真正感兴趣的游戏，而去毁掉他的生活。“如果我释放你，你会留在队里吗？”
“主人，求您，不要。做您的财产是我唯一在乎的事。就算您仍然拒绝使用我的身体，单单知道我的主人艾克拥有我，就已经让我幸福了。知道有一天我或许能赢得侍奉您、伺候您的特权，我的生命就有了意义。”他是在哀求，却并不是哀鸣。他的声音听起来同时充满了男子气概和逼奴气。这既令人恼火，又……嗯，又他妈的火辣。
妈的。他是真爱上我了，而我没有任何理由甩掉他。这场游戏的规则是我定的，既然他遵守了，我也得公平玩下去。“我允许你跟那些让你感兴趣的队员发生性关系，同时可以拒绝那些你不感兴趣的。仅限于橄榄球队的队员或者后勤人员，怎么样？我至少知道体育馆里有一个清洁工喜欢男人屁股，而且是个火辣的攻。在这几条命令下，你能留在队里吗？”
他几乎是用耳语说的。“只要我还属于我的主人艾克。只要我主人想用我的时候还来用我。或者只是虐待我，先生。是的，我可以在那些条件下留在队里。谢谢您，主人，从一个非奖学金运动员对另一个非奖学金运动员。”
我翻了个白眼。我记得中国人说过，救人一命，就要对他负责到底；看来我把自己绑在这个混球身上的义务，跟绑在我身上的义务差不多多了。这绝对是我最后一次开这种玩笑了。我叹了口气。我在锈钉酒吧确实给过他暗示，说我会使用他、虐待他，所以我总得给他一点希望。“除了我之前的命令——如果我在校园里见到你，我会把你拖走使用——我现在加上这一条：周三和周五晚上凌晨一点，到那个行政楼地下室茶室去。如果一点半之前，山姆主人或者我都没出现，我准你像真男人一样在那里随便玩。你甚至可以装成是真正的男人，操别人的屁股，强迫男人吸你那可怜的鸡巴。你听明白了吗，小子？”
“周三晚上和周五晚上，凌晨一点，行政楼地下室。主人，我可以在走廊里等到一点半吗？这样我就不用花半个小时对付男人们的骚扰了。”这其实是个挺合理的主意。我也许不喜欢他，但我不得不承认，他是个火辣的操货。要是他从来没有对我开过那张臭嘴，那晚在锈钉酒吧我可能照样会很乐意吸他的鸡巴。
“可以。走廊对面，是英语系汉密尔顿教授的办公室。靠在他门上等。”
“是，主人。是周三晚上和周五晚上之后的那凌晨一点，对吗，主人？不是当日凌晨。”
“对。现在给我滚出我的视线，你这恶心的臭狗屎。还有，去把你的脸处理一下。动！”
让我恼火的是（别问我为什么），他竟一瘸一拐地朝我宿舍楼走去。妈的！他居然住在同一栋楼里，这大概就是他在酒吧里就已经知道我名字的原因。我又抽了一支烟，给他时间回到他自己的房间，然后上楼回我房间准备我的约会。
首先，我打扫了房间。昨晚我们四个人留下了一片狼藉，马特和哈维还摊出了好些他们的粗暴性爱玩具。我给两张床都换了干净床单，把窗户开了一道缝，好让那股性爱、rush 和 Crisco 起酥油的气味散去。我躺下来打了个小盹，五点醒来冲了个澡，刮了胡子，穿好衣服。既然决定重新留胡子，我就把已经长了五天的胡子茬留着了，打算留成当时流行的傅满洲胡型。我已经差不多快有一副能看的胡子了。到这周末，我就能有一副漂亮的胡子了，到时候拉尔夫跟我就能真冒充双胞胎了。
因为不知道我们要去哪儿吃晚饭，我穿了牛仔裤和一件正装衬衫，再套上那件最近几乎成了我制服的皮夹克。我把一条西裤、一条领带和一件 T 恤塞进一个小的旅行袋，确认带了烟，又扔了一管润滑油以备我们在车里兴起，然后朝停车场走去。
看到尼克站在那儿，我咧嘴笑了。他穿着牛仔裤、正装衬衫，还有游泳队的字母夹克。他有着游泳运动员的肌肉身材、一张娃娃脸和短棕色头发。跟所有游泳运动员一样，他刮了胸毛和腿毛。他看起来像个高中生。
“嘿，艾克。下学期你就会有自己的字母夹克了。”
“对。我周一晚上在一家酒吧里碰到了我未来的教练，正式接受了他的邀请。我现在已经是击剑队的正式成员了。”
我们上了我的车，他欣赏着车子的造型。我给他讲了这辆车的历史，以及完成修复工程的计划。不到两分钟，我又多了一个来完成我老爸跟我未竟工程的队员。他也是个爱车人！“我老爸是个汽车修理工，我生前每天放学后都在他上班的那家修车厂帮忙，直到我十五岁那年他去世。不过那时候，我已经在帮忙中学到了不少。”
“哦，真遗憾。我爸是我十七岁时去世的。你妈妈还好吗？”
“她是我十岁时去世的，我是独生子，没有任何亲人，只有一个在养老院的老叔公。从十五岁到上大学之前，我一直住在收容所里，我不太想谈那段日子。我只能说，去那儿之前，我跟一个哥们一起学会了吸鸡巴和挨吸很有趣，但后来我不小心让一个年纪大的男孩知道了我对他有好感。在那之后，对我来说生活就是地狱，而且收容所的管事儿的觉得，当个吸屌货的下场就活该这样。”
我发动车子，点了支烟，不太确定该说什么。我吃了一惊，尼克竟然从我手里把烟拿过去坐着抽了起来，但我又点了另一支，决定让他沉浸在他的悲伤记忆里。“尼克，你这是要带我去哪儿？”他告诉了我该开哪条路，因为那地方在城外大约十英里。
我们刚开到了一段荒僻无人的路段，我就靠边停了车。我揪住他的夹克把他拉过来，我们来了一个又长又好的吻。“尼克，哥们，要是今晚你再敢说那句‘我不是基佬’，我发誓我打飞他妈的你的脑袋。”
他朝我咧嘴一笑。“今晚你会知道我的一个大秘密，艾克。校园里除了你不会有别人知道。这就是为什么我养成了那个硬汉人设，还一直用着他。不过我得问你，你到底是怎么知道我名字的？”
“我室友马特有一次在游泳比赛上给我们介绍过，我就记住了。说实话，在茶室里的时候我把你跟另一个运动员弄混了。直到我在杰夫课上看到你，才意识到你是谁。”
他把手覆在我握着方向盘的手上。“你为什么管汉密尔顿先生叫杰夫？而且你为什么不再坐在第一排盯着他流口水，却跑来坐到我后面，开始像个正常人一样？我得补充一句，我在茶室里见过他，所以我知道他是基佬。不过那是咱俩聊过他很辣之后的事了。”
“你先告诉我你的秘密。”我坚持道。
他盯着前方，用几乎像耳语一样的声音说开了。“我是个奖学金学生。我的学费、住宿、伙食、课本全是奖学金给的。其他一切我都得自己弄钱，而且我不是体育奖学金，是学术奖学金。如果我继续游泳——我真的很爱游泳——我就得找到一种又不费力又不花很多时间的赚钱方式。我第一个学期的时候，跟一个在茶室里认识的大四生混得很熟。他头一次带我去了咱们今晚要去的那个旅馆。艾克，我是在把我这根鸡巴卖给有钱的基佬。如果我假装他们来撩我的时候我很受冒犯，到最后我反而赚得更多。这一学期，我已经把我那早不是雏菊的屁股卖了六回了。一个月就干几个小时，而且分几次，我需要的那些其他开销就有了着落。”他哽咽了一下。“艾克，我他妈是个婊子！”
我把胳膊搭在他肩膀上，让他哭。“尼克，你是在做你生存所需的事，而且还能从中找些乐子。你为你的顾客打造了一个有趣的人设、在表演，而这让他们特别来劲。你在寻欢洞对我使这招的时候，虽然我当时迷迷糊糊的，但也觉得挺辣的。我觉得，要是你是个直男，那就是另一回事了，但操，你可不是直男。你在寻欢洞里可是很急着吸我的鸡巴，而且你对杰夫也说了些挺基佬的评论。现在，我来回答你的问题，也用我的秘密做交换：我也是在寻欢洞认识杰夫的，那是我头一次意外发现那些洞的时候，我透过洞认出了他的红胡子和好看的嘴唇。我算是小小敲诈了他一下，让他做了第一个把我带回家、让我睡他床过夜的男人。”我笑了。“我们差不多是在约会了。而且他的系主任知道我们的事，现在正给我的论文打分呢。他今天下午告诉我，第二天他就跟系主任说了我们的事。我觉得杰夫挺喜欢我的。”我得意地笑了笑，然后重新发动了车。
“那你喜欢他吗？”
“杰夫就是那个建议我把屁股雏菊留给一个特别的男人的人；结果我把它演变成了，找一个爱我、我也爱他、能跟我处在一段感情里的男人。”他不耐烦地清了清嗓子。“我知道我这是在回避问题。我觉得我是喜欢他的。或者，这会不会仍是我以前对他抱有的那种闷骚迷恋，只不过现在加上了性？”
“嘿，我就是个男婊子。我懂什么？”
“尼克，别再说那话了！这样吧——如果我今晚也让哪个男人把我买下来，会不会让你对自己感觉好些？”
“你能对一个男人放狠吗？”
我把精液垃圾桶的事全都告诉了他，这又必须连带告诉他锈钉酒吧的事。我也没有指名道姓，只讲了我是怎么支配丹·泰勒的——就是那个火辣阳刚、原本只做攻的保安。等我说完，他已经欲火焚身得不行了，还承认我确实能做到非常狠。他也承认，这让他特别想赶紧结束晚餐，找个私密地方跟我待着。
“哦，马特今晚有个约会，会一整晚不在。”
“马特知道你是……？等等，难道马特就是你一直在暗示的那个游泳队的基佬？”我点点头。“我操他妈的！也许我真他妈的基佬！我从来都觉得他是个火辣得要命的男人。我也从来都以为他直得不能再直了。马特·斯莱特下次外出比赛时想对我做什么都行。”
“呃，也许你最好别用原话这么告诉他，小尼克。”
“为什么？”
“马特可是嗜好……嗯，嗜好那些古怪玩意儿。特别古怪、粗暴的东西。我跟他上过几堂入门课，但昨晚我哥们和我算是旁观了他给一个奴隶破处。这么说吧——我们刚进房间那会儿，我那哥们还馋马特的鸡巴想操他屁股。等灯熄了的时候，汤姆连靠近都不想让马特靠近了。永远不让！”
“汤姆？就是那个你为个姑娘揍过的小老弟？”我点点头。“结果他跟你在床上？”
“他非常渴望能终于跟一个男人在床上过一整夜，而不是透过一个寻欢洞挨操。他是双性恋。尼克，我有可能也是双性恋。我还在跟几个女人约会；我只是更喜欢跟男人做爱。而且，因为我老爸太棒了，我将来也想当爸爸。我那哥们山姆就是双性恋，他老婆知道。他想跟多少男人乱搞都行。他们是德克萨斯人，他老婆说要是她逮到他跟别的女人在一起，她就会跟她的兄弟借把霰弹枪轰飞他的蛋蛋。山姆说她说话算数，而且她枪法极好。而且他们确确实实办过一场真家伙、活生生的奉子成婚式的‘霰弹枪婚礼’。”我俩都笑了起来。
车子接近了一栋看起来像大农舍的建筑，旁边附着一座又长又矮的谷仓。他让我在快到的时候拐上一条岔路，那条路又通向一条不起眼的车道，一直通到谷仓后面一个隐藏得极好的停车场。从这边看，这是一家相当高级的酒吧兼餐厅。
“你怎么付得起……”
“我从不需要付超过一杯酒的钱。你那袋子里带了什么？”我给他看了。“嗯，如果你真打算卖你的鸡巴……”
“我是认真的。我想让你别再为这事内疚。而且我会带别的哥们来这儿做同样的事，就为了让你不再感到内疚。我还觉得，我可能听说过一种给非奖学金运动员提供生活补助的奖学金。我明天就去问。”杰夫是个百万富翁。说不定他家族有个基金会。我敢肯定，他不希望自己的学生为了完成学业而被迫去当男妓。我有种预感，我可以很容易说服他为尼克做点什么。也许本身就有现成的那种奖学金呢！
他咧嘴笑了。“操，我真庆幸我那场赌打输了。我有种感觉，等咱们在你床上时我会更高兴。这么说，马特要跟他的奴隶过夜了，哈？”
他脱了我的夹克和衬衫，把夹克套回我光着的上身上。“其实，他俩正要跟我的双胞胎玩一个非常平静、温和的三人行。”
“你有个兄弟？”
“不，我也是独生子，但那家伙看起来几乎跟我长得一模一样。拉尔夫住在我们那栋宿舍楼里，而且他俩都一直跟他有过性关系。他一直想试试三人行；对拉尔夫来说，那就算刺激了。他不知道他们之间的那些别的事，那些其实昨晚才刚开始。我今天在电梯上才头一回见拉尔夫。就跟照镜子似的，只不过他有胡子。”
“等等！我前几天见过那家伙。我走过去跟他打招呼，过了一会儿才发现他有胡子，所以不是你。现在你也在留胡子了，这下你俩就更难分清了。”
“我从周四就没刮过胡子，所以今天为了咱俩的约会刮脸时，我意识到我离为万圣节服装留的那撇胡子，已经完成一大半了，而且我喜欢拉尔夫那胡子的样子。我会定期留胡子又剃掉。但我会把现在这个留下去——我喜欢带胡子的男人舔我屁眼的感觉，所以我想留着它回馈给别人。说到服装？”他也脱了衬衫。他那刮得光滑溜溜的身体跟我多毛的身体形成了对比。我伸手摸了摸他。他闭上眼咧嘴笑了，于是我拧了他的乳头，好让它们硬起来。
“这是我哥们教我的。把货亮给顾客看。现在，我只要一走进去，酒吧里也会有我前面进去的男孩，有些跟我差不多辣，甚至更辣，但他们没穿得这么性感，而且我比他们先进那个旅馆。这不妨碍游泳队把我胸毛和腿毛刮干净、头发也剃得短，这都是为了游泳，倒让我看起来比实际年龄更小。”他指了指那栋农舍。“那边就是旅馆，有按小时出租的房间。那些出来偷情的直人情侣也会来这儿喝杯快的、吃顿饭，然后猛干一通。”我点点头。
“现在，几条规矩。第一条规矩：永远别先提钱！让他们先开价。如果他们是警察，还敢主动给你钱，那叫圈套诱捕。如果你向一个警察要钱，那就叫嫖娼了，是非法的。扮出被冒犯的样子，他们通常会提价。凭你这件皮夹克，你很可能吸引到喜欢受点虐待的男人，哪怕只是口头辱骂也好。那些变态通常都更大方。第二条规矩：在跟他们走之前，一定要搞清楚他们到底想要什么。第三条规矩：在他们拉开你裤链之前，就先把钱拿到手。不过，凭你这副火辣身材，付钱之前脱掉夹克秀一秀，说不定能提前拿到小费。哦，还有小费：你要是真的把他们伺候得好，他们通常事后会在讲好的价钱之外再多给你小费。”
我们准备下车。“车门别锁，艾克。要是我们俩都被客人挑走了，回头在这儿碰面，再穿得体面些，回到里头去吃饭，或者去别的地方。”
我已经硬得像根钢棒。一周之前，我做梦也想不到会有人愿意花钱买我的性爱。现在，靠着男人们告诉我的一些事，我有了足够的自信，可以想象某个男人出二十美元来吸我的鸡巴，而我还能撑住等涨到三十美元。我中控台上总放着一个写字簿和几支铅笔，以备哪天冒出写作灵感。我拿过来，跟尼克解释了下这套习惯，迅速写了几笔，然后把它扔回原处，敞在我写的那一页上。
我们下了车，朝门口走去。门前站着一个穿西装的男人。他本来坐在一张长凳上。“晚上好，小子们。”他朝我们咕噜道。
我也咕噜着回他：“你自己晚上好。借过，我们有生意要处理，我这月房租还等着交呢。”
“我站在这就是因为这个。抱歉啊，哥们。旅馆换了新老板，所以有几条新规矩。老东家光靠房间出租和酒水餐食销售就挺满足了。新老板们可不。他们不光想宰那些嫖客，现在还要从你们这些兔崽子在嫖客身上挣的钱里，抽百分之十。”
尼克一脸茫然。因为我是头一回来这地方，我可以装傻。“不好意思，这是我头一回干这事。我刚说了，房租必须得交，这个月我手头有点紧，所以尼克好心建议我跟着来。‘兔崽子’是什么意思？”
那男人笑了。“你们两个就是兔崽子。就是拉客卖身——挑那些有钱的饥渴男人，让他们付钱来吸你们火热的鸡巴，或者让你把一根硬鸡巴捅进他们饥渴的屁股里，要不就是让他们以为自己在操一个处女屁股。”
我立刻进入了硬汉状态。“我不知道我这兄弟咋样，但我的屁股可是处女，你要是有啥意见……”
“让我来给你引见一下，为什么你们别想占老板们那百分之十的便宜，也别想来威胁我，你这吊儿郎当的小痞子。布鲁诺！”
一个庞然大物的阴影移了过来。他一定得有六尺十一寸，体格跟杰夫差不太多，绷在一套几乎包不住他那身肌肉的西装里。他长着一张被人打扁了的拳手的脸，留着一个浓密蓬乱的金色傅满洲髭，顶着与这粗犷相貌完全不搭的、又紧又卷的短金发。我抬头看着他，微笑着，不带半点惧色。“嘿，布鲁诺，你好啊？我叫艾克。这是我兄弟小尼克。”
一个深沉的声音响起来：“你看起来是个会打架的。最近打过架？”他把一只拳头砸进另一只手里的架势森森吓人。
“昨晚，我赢了。为了个女的。等到星期六我就去干她了，而不是她那男朋友——我把他耍得团团转，揍得他够呛，然后把他打昏了。但我不至于蠢到觉得我能跟你干一场还有他妈的半点赢面。操，大家伙，我还没傻到觉得我能跟你打上哪怕一秒还能活命。所以嘿，你说了算，布鲁诺。”我举起双手做出投降的姿势，咧嘴笑了。
让我吃惊的是，那个大块头男人发出一阵深沉、浑厚的大笑，一把抓住我的手，差点把我骨头捏碎。他咧嘴笑的时候，其实有几分帅气。“艾克，你他妈的胆子真肥。我喜欢你。你们还是要付那百分之十，不过，要是有嫖客找你们麻烦或者想赖账，我替你们免费揍扁他的蛋蛋。”
“又是个我不认识的词：‘嫖客’。我猜你不是在说一个叫约翰的人，也不是马桶，所以……”
那巨人笑了出来。“这是妓女圈的老词儿，就是指客人。基佬们管他们约的男人也叫约翰。‘炮友’这词，婊子和我们基佬男人倒是用的一样。”
尼克小声说：“你是基佬，布鲁诺？”
“嘿，那可爱的小只也能说话啦。就凭你那张漂亮小嘴刚才一直张着那副样子，小可爱，我都开始觉得那是在邀请我把鸡巴捅进去呢，可惜我在值班。真不幸。还有，没错，小甜心，我是基佬。你呢，小蜜糖？”
尼克深吸了一口气。“我以前从来没有大声对任何人说过这句话。”他朝布鲁诺咧嘴笑了，还刻意舔了舔嘴唇。操，我的约会对象居然对这个歌利亚大发热度！
我拍了拍那着了魔的小尼克肩膀。“打搅一下，我这突然变成基佬的兄弟，之前还一直跟我念叨他不是基佬。但我还是得挣钱付房租呢。而且容我提醒你，你也得付！你待会儿再跟这位英俊的巨人调情吧。”
“艾克，那些嫖客又跑不了，冷静点。”我可没打算在布鲁诺明显已经开始下手的时候跟他争辩。我坐到长凳上那个头一个男人旁边，点了根烟。这场戏可有意思了。“尼克，你愿不愿意考虑跟我约会？虽然我个子大，但我不当打手的时候，其实是个挺好的人。而且，嗯，我觉得你真他妈讨人喜欢。”
“我？”尼克有一副丰满的男中音嗓子，但说那个词的时候，他简直是尖叫出来的。
“对，就是你，小甜豆。虽说作为一个运动员瘦了点。”他一只大手抚过尼克刮得光滑溜溜的身体。尼克闭上眼，浑身一颤。
“我是游泳的。休赛期的时候，我毛差不多跟艾克一样多。是的，布鲁诺，我跟你约会。虽然有些方面我还挺新手，而你有点……太大了？？”
布鲁诺用一只手端起尼克的下巴，几乎是耳语般说道：“宝贝，我绝不会伤害你。绝不会故意那样，小甜心。如果有什么弄疼了你，你告诉我，我们就停下。好吗？一切按你的节奏来，宝贝。永远按你的节奏，甜心小尼克。”
坐在长凳上的时候，我和那个男人都惊得嘴合不拢。他小声对我说：“我从来都不知道那个大块头打手是基佬，现在他居然在撩一个兔崽子。一个大学兔崽子，但终归还是个兔崽子。”
“有什么区别？我也是个大学生。”
“你们大学男生卖身是为了挣钱付生活必需品，但大多数情况下毕竟有宿有食，所以多半是为了点外快，比如修你那辆破老爷车。别的那些兔崽子是要养活自己，或者供毒瘾，或者两者都有。我们这儿不欢迎有皮条客的男孩，但有些是在养男人，或者女朋友和小孩。你们大学男生通常占优势，身材更好、长得更好看、也更年轻。你是多少岁，十八岁想装十九？”
“我星期天就二十了。我打架赢来的那姑娘，就是我的生日礼物。嗯，她自认为陪我过万圣节前夜算是我的生日礼物；想娶她那个家伙可反对了。我不得不给那个蠢运动员上一堂礼貌课。”
“哪类运动员？橄榄球的？”
我大笑。“其实是田径。我本来绝不会跟那个小瘪三动手的；可他差点在我们数学课上打我。真格的。然后我们在校外碰了面，我就把他先挑起来的事给了结了。不过我是很难被吓倒的。我小时候学过五年拳击，到最后那段时间，教练让我跟更大年纪的人也打，而且我通常都赢。倒不是说我会蠢到去跟布鲁诺这种块头的男人打。我可喜欢我的蛋蛋还挂在身上，多谢您啦。他能把它们撕下来，当耳环递给我。但我可以轻松对付一个……嗯，你这块头的人。”
他身子一僵，然后咯咯笑了起来。我暗示了威胁，但并没有真正挑战他，而且说得挺聪明。“我喜欢你，小子。你们还是得交那百分之十，不过要是你的客人把你带出酒吧，去别的地方干，我就放过你。你那可爱小兄弟也一样。”
“多谢，但对我来说，这是笔应急的现钱活。我可能不会常来。尼克倒是这儿的半熟脸。”
“只要布鲁诺和我是搭档当打手兼执法人，这优惠就一直有效。”
布鲁诺正俯在尼克面前，两人小声交谈着。一辆车开了过来，布鲁诺立刻换上公事公办的样子，但在那之前，没忘给尼克一个又深又长的吻，同时好好捏了一把他的火辣运动员屁股。
我不得不搀着我那迷迷瞪瞪的兄弟走进酒吧。那另一个人朝我点点头。“很高兴跟你聊，艾克。要是我哪天需要一个年轻拳击手，我可知道上哪儿找了。”
“我纳闷他为什么需要一个年轻拳击手？”我自问道。尼克已经飘在九霄云外，没听见我说话，也没听见我恼怒的哼声。我把他按在一张吧台高脚凳上，然后自己在离他两英尺外的另一张坐了。我点了一杯啤酒，酒还没上来，一个大概四十岁、穿着讲究的男人就站到了我身边，主动提出请他付钱。我朝他吼了一嗓子，但还是不情不愿地接受了。实际上，他长得挺帅，皮肤黝黑，黑发间夹杂的几缕灰白鬓角让他看起来有些气度不凡。我正纳闷像他这样的人为什么需要花钱买性，然后我就看到了那枚婚戒。
我小口嘬着啤酒，不理他。“我叫尼克。”他说。
“那又怎样？”
他拖过来一张吧台凳，给自己点了杯啤酒，凑近了我。“你叫什么名字，帅哥？”
“这他妈是什么基佬问题？”
他看起来备受打击，然后小声说道：“一个已婚的男同志问的一个基佬问题，他很想花点时间让你非常开心。”我看着他。“我可以让你花的这点时间非常值得，在此期间，我会让你看点快活的把戏。难道从来没人告诉过你，男人口活儿比女人好多了吗？”
我转过身去，不屑地哼道：“我又不是基佬。我喜欢的是穴。”
这下我明白了尼克为什么发明那套台词。它那么轻松就到我嘴边了，而且我说出来时尼克眼睛都亮了。多好玩的游戏！
“你什么也不用做，只要往我屁股里射一泡大大的精液就行。我付你五十块干这件事。”
“哼。听着就像一堆娘们兮兮的玩意儿。我和我兄弟只是顺道进来喝杯啤酒。”
“好吧，加到一百块，但你得告诉我你叫什么。操屁股跟操穴差不多是一回事，不过更紧。”
“让我搞搞清楚。你给我一百块，然后我要做的只是告诉你我他妈的名字，再操你的基佬穴？”
“嗯，要是你干的时候想骂我，侮辱我，那我也拦不住你啊。”他笑了。这么说，我这一百块主要是靠当个满嘴脏话的混球挣来的。操，这活我早就免费干过了。而且还挺享受。
“行吧，基佬小尼克。你找了个真男人来操你的穴。我拿这钱付房租，剩下的带我女朋友去吃晚饭。我猜操你那基佬屁眼，也不会把我变成什么基佬，对吧？”
“哦，不，你可是十足的爷们……呃……”
“艾克，但你这人渣多数时候可以叫我先生。”
尼克小声叫道：“哦，对，先生，艾克，先生！”
一个三十来岁、长相英俊的男人正在跟尼克说话，同时手在他胸口上摸来摸去。尼克把他推开了，那男人道了歉。这游戏可真太有意思了！
我小口嘬着啤酒，不理我的嫖客，等着他下一步行动。等我喝完，他一口干掉了自己的啤酒。“先生，我们可以去隔壁旅馆开间房？”
“行吧。除非你想在我汽车后座上干？”
他笑了。“不，我觉得床更舒服。也更私密。你真的想让别人看见你那根又大又爷们的鸡巴往我里面猛捅吗，艾克，先生？”
尼克和他的客人站了起来，从一扇侧门出去了。“行。尼克小子，带我过去。”
他把我领进同一扇门。我们不得不等尼克和一位“亚当·史密斯”登记完、拿到钥匙。我有点惊讶，尼克至少登记的是“尼克”，而且我怀疑“波波拉斯”也不是假名。那“亚当”看起来像是希腊裔。我们的房间就在尼克和“亚当·史密斯”的隔壁。我能听见尼克朝“亚当”吼着什么，听起来很像命令。
一开始，我紧张地僵直地站在锁好的门边，看着“尼克”把西装挂进衣柜。趁他做这件事时，我记起了尼克的建议，于是我把夹克挂在了门把手上。等他转过身来，看到我那裸着上身、手指勾在裤兜里的样子时，立刻呻吟了一声。我把这个已婚男人钓住了。他朝我迈了一步，但我伸出手来，比了个通用的“要钱”手势。他回到衣柜前，回来时手里捏着五张二十美元的钞票，一张一张数进我手心。我把它们叠好，放进夹克口袋。
“尼克”已经全裸了。他有一副非常好看的身体，一个漂亮的屁股。他整个身子肤色颇深，体毛浓密，所以我确信自己猜得没错——这名字是真名，他是希腊血统。他硬邦邦地滴着水，那根没割过包皮的鸡巴非常美味，但今晚的菜单上可没有这道菜。我重新吼了一嗓子，好进入角色，而我那胀鼓鼓的鸡巴反倒软下去了一些。
我已经蹬掉了鞋子。我点了根烟，同时指了指我面前的地板，他便跪了下去。他用鼻子拱着我的裤裆，隔着牛仔裤啃咬我的鸡巴。他拉开我的裤链，我那根半硬的鸡巴弹出来戳到他脸上时，他有点吃惊。他一下把我半硬的鸡巴整根吞到底，没几下就把我弄硬了，我揪住他的头，开始操他的脸。
“对。你他妈真是个不错的吸屌货，基佬。你知道怎么把真男人伺候对、让他热起来。你差不多跟一个真正的娘们一样辣了，吸屌的。让我看看你夸口的那个基佬穴吧，你这该死的同性恋精液垃圾桶。”
“是，艾克先生！”他四肢着地趴在床上，然后扒开自己的屁股瓣。他那屁股真好看。多毛，肌肉发达，又爷们。我在心里对自己咧嘴笑。两周前，我绝不会注意到这些。我弄湿一根手指，捅进他屁股里，那里早就涂好油了。“你真是个等不及的小婊子基佬，啊？全涂好油，就等真男人的大鸡巴快快往你那屁股穴里猛捅！”
“操我的基佬穴，艾克，先生。让我做你的女人。让我尖叫！”我扇了他屁股瓣一巴掌。“对！把我当你的玩具！用我！”
我用鸡巴撩拨着他的屁股，又更狠地扇了他一巴掌。我能听见隔壁房间里，那个男人正在呻吟、咒骂，我的哥们“尼克”正在对他做着什么。我猛地狠狠捅进我身边这个“尼克”体内，我的蛋蛋撞上他的，让他哀嚎起来：“操，艾克，对！用我的骚穴！！！！操我！！！”
我不需要第二次邀请。他也许喜欢挨操，但他那里紧得让我怀疑他并不常挨操。我开始给他付钱买的东西了。我一边猛捣他，一边扇他的屁股蛋。我朝他吼了些侮辱的话：“这他妈叫松垮的贱洞！你不是跟我说过基佬屁股很紧吗？”他收紧了屁股肌肉，差点把我的鸡巴夹断！妈呀，他可真是火辣！
“艾克，先生，我能躺正了让您操我的屁股吗，先生？这样我可以看着您英俊的脸？”操，我终究还是挡不住任何一个觉得我有魅力的人。我噗的一声像香槟瓶塞一样拔了出来，把他翻了个个儿。我把烟摁灭在烟灰缸里。随着他一声高亢的呻吟，我又狠狠捅了回去，他的双手在我胸毛上摩挲。我拧住他一只乳头，感觉到他屁股随之猛地一抽。“哦，对！我从来都不知道我喜欢这个！对，艾克！多来点，求你了！”
我开始虐待他的胸脯，接着稍稍玩弄了一下他的蛋蛋，他就彻底疯了。他不停喊我的名字，他的屁股夹得我那么紧，我还以为他要射了。我决定做个实验。我开始加快呼吸，带了一点粗喘。“对，基佬小尼克，你把你的猛男哥搞得真他妈热！他马上要用他的精液灌满你了。”
听到这话，他屁股猛地痉挛起来，随着一声大叫，他喷出一股巨大的精液。我也大喊一声，狠狠顶进他体内。我拧着他的乳头，假装自己也在高潮，浑身抽搐，让鸡巴在他体内搏动。
“操，基佬小子，这是个好穴。多少年来最棒的一炮。我还硬着呢，但你明白吧——这第二发我还能留着一会儿卖给别的人。”我朝他笑了笑。他看起来很是骄傲。那个狠直男硬汉男婊子居然夸了他，还真正对他笑了！
我躺在床上，鸡巴在他饥渴的眼前慢慢软下去，点了支烟。他依偎过来，我把烟递给他，又给自己点了一支，把烟灰缸放在他沾满精液的肚子上。我们躺着抽了几分钟烟。
“太棒了，艾克。我遇见过最棒的一次。”
“谢了，尼克。这是我头一回卖。我需要点额外现钱，我哥们就带我来了这儿。不过我能问你个私人问题吗，尼克？拿你的小费冒险？”我朝他咧嘴一笑。
“相信我，你这小费肯定少不了，艾克，所以问吧。”
“你这样花钱找人做，会让你满足吗？因为你是个好看的男人。我知道你已婚，但我认识很多已婚男人，他们都能免费搞到。说实话，凭你的长相、身材、鸡巴和屁股，你肯定会非常受欢迎。”
他大笑起来。“一个男婊子在劝嫖客去找免费的性？”
“首先，我跟你说了，这是应急。我真真是头一回卖我的鸡巴。我怀疑我以后也不会常干。所以我不算真正的男婊子。第二：新老板们很凶，别到处张扬，不然他们那个大猩猩打手布鲁诺会把我打成狗屎。我就是问问。要是你享受花钱买这回事，那他妈是你自己的事，哥们。”我开始起身。
他伸手按住我的胳膊拦住我。“不，我不喜欢。”他小声说。“我是结了婚、有了三个孩子以后，才发现自己喜欢男人的，所以当我找到一个同样处境的朋友，他带我来了这儿以后，我以为这是我唯一的选择。差不多每个月一次，我朋友和我开一间房来口交，但我们都喜欢挨操，而且我们都喜欢被狠男人操。所以我一两年会回来这儿几次，找个真正狠的兔崽子给我屁股里搔搔痒，顺便骂骂我，因为我心里有罪恶感。刚才一看到你，我决定付最高的价，因为我不想让别人先得到你。”他给了我一个大大的笑容。操，他可真是帅！
“尼克，你离学校近吗？”
“我就住在离学院北门六个街区的地方。怎么了？”
“听说过一个美妙的东西叫寻欢洞吗？就是男厕所隔间之间的洞，男人们就在那儿进行匿名性爱？”他瞪着我。“镇上有的是那种地方，还有些酒吧，男人可以下楼去，寄存衣服，然后连着干好几个小时。不过，最好的一个茶室——就是用来干事的厕所——在校园里行政楼的地下室。从主楼梯下面进去。大概齐腰高的地方，你会看到砖墙上刻着箭头，指给你穿过迷宫般的走廊。它们最终把你带到一条短走廊，尽头是一个男厕所，里面一天二十四小时都有性活动。你可以在那儿找人约会，或者通过寻欢洞搞，或者一起进一间小隔间搞，有时候还可以敞开来搞，让别人围观甚至加入进来。要是我在那儿碰上你，我会告诉你其他一些地方。找几个男的带你去一家叫锈钉酒吧的地方——但要选工作日晚上。我听人说，周末那儿可相当狂野危险。我有个哥们，他的屁股雏菊就是在一个周六晚上在那儿被轮奸给破的。”
“那么说，你是基佬，艾克？像你这么狠的男人？”
“双性恋。我脸上的淤青是因为打了一架，争的是万圣节前夜——我生日前一晚——谁能干那个大胸尤物。她希望那个人是我，可那个想娶她的家伙吃醋了，先动了手。我耍了他，把他脸收拾得够呛，然后把他揍晕过去，接着干了他的屁股。他爱死了，最后昨晚在我床上过的夜。”
“哇。那么说你真挺狠。你跟你那个可爱小兄弟一样，也是个运动员？”
“我下学期开始加入击剑队。所以我想我算是个运动员了吧。高中时我是橄榄球队的二流替补。”
“艾克，我可能会爱上你。”他抚摸着我新长出来的胡子。
“别，尼克。我要是跟一个男人认真起来，那个人必须是一段长期关系里可得的；所以已婚男人就不要来争取给我屁股雏菊开苞的这份工作了。我上周才发现自己喜欢吸鸡巴和操屁股，顺便说一句，所以我猜我还是更偏直些吧。不过呢，我今晚倒是跟一个男人有个约会。所以我得走了。”为了向他表示我喜欢他，我俯下身，给了他一个又深又长的吻，然后大笑着狠狠扇了他屁股一巴掌。“免得你以为我变软了。在那间地下室里见，尼克。”我朝他眨了眨眼。
我起来开始穿衣服，“尼克”走到衣柜前，然后回来找我。他拿出两叠钞票，塞进我牛仔裤口袋里。“一点小费。”他给了我一个长久而温柔的吻后，我离开了房间。
尼克正好从他的房间出来。“真是个变态！居然想让我在操他那松垮屁股之前先扇他巴掌，之前从来没告诉过我。不过，他付的钱不少。你呢？”
“回头告诉你。咱们赶紧离开这鬼地方吧。”
我们下楼时，布鲁诺和他那小个子伙计正在等着。“你们的小费是你们的。但你们欠谈好价格的百分之十。”那个西装男人朝我们高声嚷道。
我掏出那五百块，尼克瞪圆了眼珠。“嘿，小尼克，我听取你的建议，吊着他，把他撩起来，然后告诉他五十块不够。我本以为他会涨到六十块，等他说一百块时，我差点吓出屎来。”那男人抽走一张二十的，找我一张十块。尼克赚了五十块。我们走之前，布鲁诺把尼克逼入角落，往他口袋里塞了什么东西，然后给了他一个大大的拥抱和亲吻。他们喃喃低语着，看起来又亲密又依偎。嗯，就歌利亚罩在小大卫头上所能呈现出的那种“依偎”而言。不过嘛，我们都知道那场架谁赢了！
我跟那个男人又卡在那儿，看了这对奇怪情侣好几分钟，他们一边接吻一边说着悄悄话。我忍不住对那男人说：“布鲁诺好像把我约会对象给偷了。算了，本来就是一夜约会，因为我打赌赢了他。不过看样子，这场仗布鲁诺是打赢了。”
那男人听起来有点失落。“我要是早知道布鲁诺是基佬就好了，因为……”
“老兄，他要是有兴趣，早就对你下手了。你看看他刚才怎么扑向小尼克的。所以别难过。你只不过不是他的菜罢了。还有，在你对我动心思之前——我是双性恋。那个关于为了干那对大奶妞而打架的故事是百分百真的。我只是偶尔到基佬国溜达一趟。所以我也不找男朋友。虽然我也不介意看看布鲁诺光着身子兴奋的样子。只要他不是冲着我的真正处女屁股来就行。”男人咯咯笑了。一辆车驶进停车场，下来三个年轻兔崽子。布鲁诺吻别了尼克，融回阴影里。
我不得不把我那眼冒金星的小兄弟搀回车里。“太神了！那客人喜欢我，我们聊了好久，他还往我牛仔裤里塞了小费。”我们坐进车里。“尼克，拿起我的写字簿，读读我下车前在上面写的什么。念出声来。”
他打开本子读道：“我今晚当男妓挣的每一分钱，我都会给尼克，因为那是他养活自己的收入来源，而我自己有一大笔信托基金生活费。这对我来说只是一次冒险。”我把那九十美元递给他，他想要争辩时，我狠狠瞪了他一眼。他看起来像是要哭了，于是我给了他一个拥抱。
尼克从自己牛仔裤里又掏出二十块。“你拿到什么小费了，艾克？”
“等我们俩单独在我房间里时，你可以亲手掏出来，除非经过这一切你已经对我倒了胃口。顺便说一句，我刚才跟他假装来的。”
“什么？”
“等他开始射的时候，我猛顶进去，大叫我自己射得有多爽。然后我告诉他，他的穴太棒了，我还硬着，不过要留给下一个客人。那下一个客人就是你啦，兄弟。”
他咧嘴笑了。“我也假装来的！”我们俩都笑出声来。然后我们接吻了，缓慢而悠长。有几分钟，他似乎完全忘了那个高大的金发巨兽。我知道这只是暂时的，但没关系。我对小尼克除了友谊，没有任何长远计划。
“你是想在这家婊子窝里吃饭，还是找个情绪上不那么爆炸的地方？我想想，要是我们回到里头去，吃饭的时候可能还会有些嫖客来打扰。而且我确实想跟你单独待着，小尼克，哪怕你已经爱上了布鲁诺。”他脸红了。“没关系，小尼克。你是我哥们，又不是我男朋友。我只是希望那个奖学金真有，这样你就能从拉客生涯里退休，以后跟布鲁诺约会时也能更舒心些。我真的很喜欢布鲁诺。我是怕他怕得要死，但我觉得他会像个国王一样待你。”我开始掉头往镇里开。
“你竟然怕他？可你跟他说话的时候那么镇定。我可差点吓出屎来，直到他对我笑了一下。那时我才知道他是……”我拍了拍他的手。
“也许我该从写作专业转到表演去。我骗男人真是太在行了。我那个嫖客真以为我是个狠直男硬汉。”我们渐渐靠近镇子了。“其实，我一跟他说话就知道，他虽凶但不是恶霸，所以我知道只要我站稳脚跟，让他明白他的块头吓不到我，同时我也敬他是个更强的拳手，我们就没事。他想知道我是不是拳手，我告诉他我是。我们都知道我们说的是同一门语言；我们脸上的伤就是印记。我看出他是个狠角色，打过很多架，但不刻薄、不阴毒、也不凶残。我也看出来他只是在当差。如果必要的话，他会因为我们骗他老板钱而打断我们的腿，但他不会从那件事里得到任何快感。”尼克只是瞪着我。“我在拳击班上市最矮、最小、年纪也最小的学生。我很早就学会，我必须跟那些大个子们正面硬扛才能赢得他们的尊重，而且往往在我还没戴上拳套之前，那场架就已经赢了。嘿，也许我该主修心理学？”我们俩都笑了。
“我知道附近有个好地方，离校园够近，我能安心把宝贝停在那里的停车场，然后过夜。这样晚饭时我们就能喝着酒庆祝我当男婊子的首秀了。你知道吗，我其实还挺享受的。也许我还会再来个几次，也带几个别的哥们来，让他们也试试。我注意到吧台那边有几个年纪大些的男的，他们看起来更像兔崽子而不是嫖客。”
“是啊，有些嫖客就喜欢真正的爷们兔崽子。我看到一个火辣的老头，灰白头发，肌肉发达，有纹身，看起来像个建筑工人，在吧台那儿搭过好几回，他好像生意还不错。那么说，你真的不介意布鲁诺？我是说，我跟布鲁诺？”
我笑了。“只要你跟我搞起床炮之前别再提他。”他看着我，想弄清我是不是在开玩笑。我给了他一个高深莫测的表情。他叹了口气，耸耸肩。小尼克发现，我可不是像他以为的那么容易看透。
我们吃了一顿很棒的饭，喝了一瓶红酒。小尼克一直在问我，那个嫖客“尼克”给了我多少小费。我告诉他，既然那是他的钱，他要是有胆在公共场合拿，就从我口袋里掏。我还把我怎么告诉“尼克”怎样找到那个茶室的事跟他说了，因为我挺喜欢他。
趁没人注意的时候，小尼克把两根指头伸进我口袋，夹出两张钞票来。我正在切牛排，就听他倒吸了口气。我抬眼看去。他手里攥着两张——一百美元！“
“嘿，我这下可真成了天价的婊子了，小尼克！现在我后悔告诉那个嫖客茶室在哪儿了。我该跟他约好定期在旅馆见面的。我都能靠我的鸡巴和他那饥渴的屁股，亲自给你办一个‘奖学金’了。”
“嘿，别拿那个开玩笑，艾克。我们做的事是犯罪，就算你当时享受了。”
“那不是犯罪。”他开始争辩。“小尼克，你不是威廉姆斯县人吧？”
“我甚至不是这个州的。我来自纽约上州靠近锡拉库萨的一个小镇。但我在这儿待得够久了，早就知道为什么有这么多人姓威廉姆斯。”
“那就解释了这一切。威廉姆斯县还有一些其他古怪之处。我的那个祖先，就是这个县最早的定居者，也是为这个县撰写了法律的主要人物，我想你可以管他叫个自由思想者。他的法律反映了他的自由派哲学。只要是在自愿、自由的十七岁以上成年人之间进行，不论性别提到没有，卖淫在本县是合法的——虽然有些市镇自己立法禁了它。他当初写这条法律是为了禁止奴隶主出卖奴隶的性服务，因为他是个反奴隶制的人。那个旅馆在小镇界外，在本县非建制区的地界里。我们开车去的时候我看见市界牌了。其实，它就是我们停下车来亲嘴的那个地方正前面。所以我们干的事是合法的。那家旅馆最初的老板确实聪明。在本县，只有市镇区才需要售酒执照。州酒类管理局在禁酒令之后把这事一路打到了最高法院，结果输了——本县售酒法早于州法。本县的卖淫法也是同时被维持下来的。大家好像有个不成文的约定，不把它搞成吸引游客的性产业，而是尽量本土化。但确实有很多男人，还有女人，发现了在威廉姆斯县找妓院有多容易。这就是为什么这个镇子有个那么大的会议中心，还有好多带会议区的酒店。”
尼克不肯收那笔钱，直到我告诉他我每月信托基金支票的数额——那是他头一次意识到，虽然我不是富得流油，却完全没有必要为了钱去卖身，纯粹是为好玩。最后我建议他拿着这笔钱，等哪天他拿到那笔奖学金退了役，就带布鲁诺去个有格调的地方。我不得不一再提醒他，我喜欢布鲁诺，甚至觉得他挺有吸引力，而且我知道，只要他们度过了头几次令人迷茫的约会，那个大块头肌肉男肯定会把尼克捧在手心里伺候。
“你怎么知道的？”
“因为那个大块头肌肉蠢货已经半爱上你了，而且他也怕得要死，怕自己做出什么把你吓跑或者让你反感的事。小尼克，你已经把他捏在手里了——我敢打赌他那对蛋蛋肯定大得惊人。你得决定，是不是想把他留下来，因为一旦你让他明白了你对他的感觉，他这辈子就永远是你的了。你甩都甩不掉他。你得先决定，那究竟是不是你想要的。”
“艾克，你怎么这么聪明？”
我嗤了一声。“我要真有那么聪明，就不会跟那个肌肉混球‘精液垃圾桶’弄出那档子事了。他就是我的布鲁诺，可我觉得我是被他缠上了——除非他自己作死搞砸，可他不会的，他因为某种奇怪的原因爱着我。我今天下午才意识到这点。不幸的是，我连喜欢都谈不上喜欢他。至少你有一个你正在爱上的、忠心耿耿的奴隶。”我们笑了。
然后我苦涩地想，要是我真那么聪明，我就该搞明白杰夫对我来说究竟意味着什么，他想要的，到底是不是比跟我来一场火热性爱更多的东西。
带着微醺，我们走回校园，打算奔向我的床，好好探索彼此的身体。而就在那时候，我们度过了一个无比美妙的夜晚。
不过，那又是另一个故事了。
“与尼克的约会”将在第二部分继续……
附注：欢迎继续给我发来你们对寻欢洞/厕所冒险的点子，以及你们自己任何类型性冒险的回忆！或者你们最火辣的性幻想。
关于男妓幻想别太天马行空，因为故事里的艾克还要过一阵，才会带几个朋友重返旅馆，去经历一些拉客冒险。但如果你确实有过性工作经历（或者找过——火辣或不太火辣，甚至非常糟糕的——兔崽子），尽管给我发些你们的冒险故事。有了合适的素材，我也许会让艾克提前重返那里，或者创造另一种类型的拉客冒险。也许等他把这次冒险讲给几个朋友听后，他们会坦白自己过去的“卖身小子”往事。毕竟，他有那么多生活坎坷的、年长的炮友。
版权归“艾克”所有 2010 年
本故事未经作者事先同意，不得出售，亦不得收入任何作品集。作者联系方式：[email protected]
我的其他故事可在 NIFTY 档案馆“多产作者”栏目下，以作者名“Oldtimer25”找到。请告诉我你们喜不喜欢它们，以及对这个系列有什么建议。请记住，故事发生在 1970 至 1971 年。
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