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Wow! .. suddenly I find more material than I can handle !!! and I'm writing one after another .. Hope it meets `standards' .

The following is a story about consentual sex between two adult men. If you are underage (18, I suppose), or in a geo-political area that prohibits such fare, or you are offended by sexually explicit tales of man-to-man relationships . please locate that "back" button, or click on the `X' at the upper right !!!!

Otherwise read on . and, I certainly hope, enjoy !!!

By the way .. this one may ought to be named "Pit Stops 5 . a, b, and c", as you will see.

PIT STOPS Part 5

Well, here I was on the highway once again. this time I was down in Virginia and was going to be there for a few weeks, so I was doing my thing of checking out the local rest areas on the different highways out and around Alexandria and Fairfax.

It was summertime still, so there was quite a bit of traffic `going thru' - heading, I guess, down to the Carolinas or over toward Kentucky and Tennessee; and that, of course, made the "window shopping" pretty good - at least in volume, if not quality.

As it turned out, there was one area about 30 miles from where I was staying that had a very interesting set-up. The main `food court' area was pretty common - with probably five or six different vendors and a common eating area, plus a gift shop, etc..

However, the men's room was petty different from most I've encountered. It was shaped much like the greek letter pi' - you know.the shape.like a rudimentary house. two vertical walls and a flat roof. As you came in, you were on the upper (horizontal) stroke where there were a row of sinks (and mirrors) to your left, and to your right were the two legs - each having a row of urinals along one wall, and a row of toilet stalls along the other. Best yet, the urinals had no privacy shields, and they were the floor-mounted type (like a seatless toilet or bidet), so the user couldn't "hug porcelain" and hide things very easily. You had no choice but to stand back and, unless you were at the far end where you could turn toward the back-end wall, you pretty much had your wares on display' (sort of reminiscent of the old trough urinal'). With this layout, if you positioned yourself right in the top room, you could be at a sink (and mirror) and see into one or the other toilet rooms - and see what was hanging out'.

I had stopped in there several times in the first few days I was in the area.and had made full use of the layout to check out some good cock being put on display. Yet so far, no one had done anything to indicate interest' and so I figured that I had struck out' -- but my hands were sure clean !!!! as were my glasses, etc..

Anyway, I decided to stay away for a while before someone began to recognize me. So I didn't go back until the next weekend. That time, as I walked thru the food court area, I saw two guys standing there talking. Both were wearing black slacks and white shirts. There was just something in their demeanor that made me think they worked there at one of the vendors, and the mode of dress made me also think they were probably managers. One of them was about 6'2", nice looking, probably nearing 45, and wearing a wedding band. The other was no more than 5'6", very latin looking, 30's, and cute as hell (and I couldn't see his left hand).

I really hesitated going further, thinking (in my usually paranoid mind) that perhaps they had seen me before and I could end up in serious trouble; but, I really had to piss (really), so I went on into the men's room and turned right into the first of the `toilet legs'.

I took up the next-to-last urinal and unfurled'. Let's face it. I'm not much of a handful when I'm soft (3 inches or so), but it works. Anyway, as I am emptying 2 quarts of the last 16oz soda I drank, guess who walked in. Yep, Mr. 6'2". And he positioned himself at a sink and mirror that gave him a direct view to me. I looked over toward him and from his face I did not see any hostility or something that would make me feel he was trying to get me' . rather I got a totally different impression. I think he was liking what he saw. So, without being obvious - there were several other guys at the urinals to my right - I made sure that my wares were visible.

As I watched, he moved away from the sink and out of sight, but I heard the towel dispenser and knew that he was drying his hands. .but he didn't come back to view - and he would have had to do so to go back out. "well.well." I thought, as I finished and tucked it away. "I bet he's down in the second room."

Going out to the sinks, I took one about midway so I could just see into the second room. As far as I could see then, there was no one in there. So I moved over two sinks and had a good view into the room. .and, yes, there he was, standing next to the toilet stalls and rubbing his crotch. ..and what a nice one it seemed to be !!!

Turning back from the sink, I walked over to the towel dispenser nearest that second area and quickly dried my hands. Then as no one else was actually in the sink area, I moved into the second toilet area, and went over to the next- to-last urinal there and `started the dance'.

I had pulled my cock back out and was trying to pretend to piss, when he moved over to the last urinal and brought out a very nice, very hefty, 5-or-so inches of cut manhood. He looked over at me and smiled. This was definitely not a `bust' !!! Then he backed up and opened two of the toilet stall doors (they open outward) creating a barrier of sorts and stood there with his now growing cock hanging out.. Then he reached in and pulled out a pair of bull balls to present the whole package.

I couldn't resist. I walked over and took a handful. Damn! Was that warm and soft to the touch!!! .. But the place was just `too public' . so I pulled on it a few times and said, "sorry.just too dangerous here" .. tucked myself away and slowly walked out.

As I walked back to my car, I was sooooo frustrated. Here was such an opportunity..but also such a danger.

When I got into my car, I looked up and guess who was right in front of me! I quickly cleared off my passenger seat to make room, but he didn't come to the car. Instead, he walked out into the truck parking area.but kept looking over his shoulder toward me.

I may be na‹ve at times, but that was definitely a "follow me" kind of look. As it was, I couldn't drive over the curbs there .. so I drove around the building and, sure enough, I saw him going into an area where there were a couple of out-buildings and some dumpsters. As luck would have it, I was able to get to there - and there were parking spaces (for RV's) right there, so I pulled into one. He had then disappeared behind a brick wall with some of the trash bins.

Then I saw him back in there and he was looking at me. I got out of my car and went into where he was. He smiled and said "Nice day". Oh, yeah.what a come on!! So I said, "Yes, it is." Then he reached down and stroked himself through his slacks. I could see the shape of that meat rocket outlined nicely against the material. So I reached over and touched it again. This time he also reached over and stroked me through my jeans.

But then, as fast as it got into gear, he put the brakes on.

"Sorry..but there is just too much traffic today. It's too busy." He said as he turned and started to walk away.

So I went back to my car and drove off. Frustrated??? Damn!!! You better believe it !!!

Of course, I don't give up that easily!!

The next afternoon, I went back. Sure enough . there he was behind the counter at one of the food vendors. As I walked past, I was looking at him, and with that 6th sense we seem to have, he looked up, saw me, but kept doing whatever. I went into the men's room. Only this time, I went directly into the second room.

Sure enough, about a minute later, there he was at the sinks. And then, there he was behind me in the last toilet stall. I turned and could see he had his cock out, stroking it, through the crack in the door. I walked over, pulled the other stall door open to block the view from the sinks and stroked myself on the other side of the crack. I tried to open the door, but he had it locked this time.

I leaned in close to the crack and whispered, "I hoped you'd be here. I'd sure like to get a chance to try that one out."

About that time a bus load of tourists must have stopped, because the whole men's room became filled, so I tucked away and went to wash my hands.

This time I lingered a bit more and watched as the guy went back to his station at the vendor, and whispered something to the young teenager working there. As I walked out the door toward my car, I saw him coming out behind me.

We did the same as before. he walked over by my car, but then headed out to the truck area and toward the dumpsters.

So I drove around the building and parked in the RV slot and met him behind the brick wall.

Again we groped each other for a minute or so . and his package felt soooo thick and hot. I really wanted to get a much closer examination of it - especially a good taste !!! I think he was about ready, but then we heard the sounds of one of the food vendor's kids rolling a large garbage cart out toward us. Well. that ended that. AGAIN !!!!

As it was, I didn't get back there while I was in Virginia that trip. However, I just recently had to go back for a few days. So being one who never says "give up", I did manage to drop into the place. As I came through the food court, there he was! I looked. He looked up. .and. well . there we were back in the second room on each side of the stall door.

This time, however, he unlocked it, so I was able to open it slightly and get a nice skin-to-skin handful!! He just said, "meet me outside."

This time I had already parked in the RV slot, so when I walked to my car, I could see him coming from the other direction. The only problem was, it seemed to be as busy there as it had been the past couple times. Was it going to be another frustration?

I soon found out. This time, instead of going behind the wall among the dumpsters, he walked to one of the out- buildings, fished out a key from his pocket, opened the door, and stepped in - leaving the door slightly ajar.

Expecting things could finally get interesting, I grabbed the `fun kit' I keep in my car, got out and headed directly to where he had gone in. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door, walked in, and closed it behind me.

He didn't turn, but kept pretending to be counting some tiles or something. Yeah! Right!

"Hi," I said. (yeah, that's me.. the witty and wise conversationalist)

"Nice day," he responded in his own witty repartee.

"I think it's going to be!" I answered.

"Me too," he said quietly.

With that he turned toward me and began to rub himself.

I walked over and moved his hand away as I began to rub that burgeoning piece of manhood through his slacks. I could feel the tube of his shaft as it hung down along his left thight and gradually thickened under my touch. He was obviously a boxer man. No briefs would have allowed that full-length hang. I could also feel the protruding rim of his glans which was nicely blunt and helmet-like.

"I see you found `a way'.." I added.

"Yep. been hoping you'd come back through."

"Bet you say that to `all the boys'," I added.

"No.. I don't. I'm married, you know. and I'm Jerry"

"Yes, I saw the ring.and I'm Peter"

"But there was .. is. something about you that I find very attractive and . I guess the word is .. I feel `safe' with you."

"Well." I said, "let me put it this way. Your body may not be `safe' with me . but you are. Now what?"

He didn't say anything. He just started to unbutton his shirt.

"No. Let me do that," I said as I reached forward and took the next button. Then I pulled his shirttail out of his slacks and got that bottom one so I could pull the shirt off. I put it carefully onto a hook on the wall and removed his t-shirt as well.

This was no Adonis or gym rat . but damn!!! He looked good!!! Very nice shoulders and identifiable pecs ("identifiable" not "cut").and a nice little patch of brownish, blonde hair in the middle.

He grabbed my hands and stopped me. Then he put a hand on each side of my head and pulled my face to his. Our lips met and I was stunned!!! There was so much in what he did .. and ..no.. I can't even describe it. it was just something I don't think I've ever before had happen.

His hands dropped from my head and his arms encircled me and pulled me into him. Our tongues began a battle for life, or so it felt! I look back now and I really believe that I was the first man he had ever kissed, and it was something deep inside him that finally found its freedom.

Slowly, he seemed to regain control.

Finally, he pushed me away ..only a little, and pulled my crew-neck shirt over my head. He was good . he got the underlying tank top along with it !!! So we were now bare chest to chest.

He bent forward (I'm only 5'10" to his 6'2") and began to munch on my neck and left ear lobe. I could hear him moaning in my ear, although I was by this point just squeeking and mewling in response to his assault. This was a man that was totally starved for and in need of some hearty man-to-man sex, and I was never one to say `no' something as hot and heavy as this.

OMG! You could never find this on the internet!!! Or anywhere!!! And there I was.. in real life and the one on the receiving end.

Needless to say.as he was making love to my very top portions.our middle parts were about to rip their own way out of the intervening material.

Somehow I managed to gain enough brain-thought to reach down and unbuckle his belt. That somehow gave me the mental awareness enough to also un-slip the slide fastener on his slacks and unzip his fly. Without any conscious thought, I managed to also open my own belt and jeans, and push them both down.

And there we were.. Raging boner to boner.

Well.it was time for the `experienced one' to take control (sort of). so I began to lower myself . nibbling and tonguing my way down through that sweet lap-blanket of chest hair . past the navel.. and down through the treasure trail to the bush of soft curly brown hairs atop his now 8" rigid pole.

The tastes..the aromas.I was so damned excited I thought I would explode all over. My cock was so hard it hurt ! My balls were hanging there but screaming for release!

I couldn't do anything else. I just reached up and pulled that star-pointing pole down to where I could get my lips around it. Thank goodness it wasn't that thick. It was really a nicely proportioned one. And my mouth didn't have to stretch too far.

The next thing I knew, I was sucking on that man-pole like a baby on its mother's tit!! It was just soooooo perfect! It was just soooooo wonderful!!

My right hand was still wrapped around its base and slowly and carefully jerking that big, beautiful tube of manmeat.

By this point Jerry had fallen back against a work table and was just speechless and, well, he was just quivering all over.

I slowly backed off his throbbing pole, digging my tongue into his wide open piss slit to capture any sweet nectar that might be there. On that blunt-ended cockhead, it was like a trench, filled with delectable man goo. I slurped it and tongued it some more. Then I slid my lips and tongue down the underside of his shaft and sucked his right ball into my mouth. His knees buckled and he had to hold himself up on the worktable.

"Awwwwwwwww . fuckkkkkkk!" he managed to exhale. He was apparently getting something he had never dreamed of before!! That, of course, kicked me into overdrive. I'm not a service-only cocksucker. I need to feel that my partner is really enjoying what is happening. The better his reactions, the better I feel. .and believe me!!! This was such an occasion.

I sucked and laved his right ball for several minutes before I let it slowly slide out through my compressed lips. Then I attacked the left one!! He just spasmed all over!! And let out a groan that left no reasonable doubt as to what he was feeling. So I gave it the same thorough washing as I had the right. Then I slowly released that one and re- traced my way back up the bottom of his shaft, heading for that feeding trough slit that I just knew by now had to be filled to the brim. It was!!! Oh, man!! Could that guy make sweet juices!!!

.and I had had all I wanted from that end . so I grabbed my `fun kit'.. opened the bottle of "Gun Oil", applied it to my own ass crack, took out a condom and as I pulled my mouth off his cock, I rolled the condom on.

He looked down at me for a moment with an almost confused expression. Then I think he knew what was coming.

I backed off from facing his cock, turned around, and before you could say "in here". I had backed up onto his cock and he was definitely "in there" !!!

"Awwww fuccckkkkk!!!" he moaned again .. Then he pushed me forward, bending me over, and he began to pound my ass like he had never had something like that before. (and I don't really think he had)..

"Awww fuck! Awww fuck! Awwww fuck!" he kept repeating. He was definitely into pounding my ass !!!

..and me. all I was saying was "Awwwww yesssss! Awwwww yesss! Nnnnngh!! Ohhhhhhhh.yesssss!!!"

If there is such a thing . this was the ass-f*kin "made in heaven". He was out of his mind. I was simply ecstatic !!!! My cock was dripping puddles down into my shorts that were still around my ankles.

Somehow I had managed to grab hold of the edge of workbench by the door, otherwise I have no idea where I might have landed. Between his pounding and my weak knees. I could have ended up being impaled on that crowbar hanging on the wall!!

Oh.holy fuck!! This guy had 30 years of stored up "I wanna fuck that guy" inside him!!! He was pounding me with that 8 inches of steel hard, re-bar flexible, cum-filled cock like there was not going to be tomorrow - or ten minutes from now !!! I had activated a monster!! But WOW!! What a grand monster! I don't think he knew any of the physiologies, but about every other jam into me with that hard rubbery head pounded my g-spot and sent me mewling and moaning into further ecstacy.

Once more his cockhead hit my prostate and that was end- game!!! I started to spew weeks of stored-up cock snot all over the floor, and that must have been the `edge of the cliff' for him .. As my ass started to constrict in response to my cock's explosions, he jammed that big baby into me - past the hilt (if possible) - and I could feel him widen, jerk, spasm, and then unload a f*ckin' quart of juice into the super-stretched end of his condom. ( Damn! I wish it were 1965 again and it could have filled my guts! )

"Awwwww...fuckkkkkk." he finally muttered as he slowly withdrew.

I could hear the sounds as he pulled the condom off.

"Can I have that?" I asked.

"Sure. You keep souvenirs?"

"No .. not usually .. but this one deserves something."

"k", he responded, as he handed it to me.

I have to admit. I have never seen that much cum in a rubber in my long life !!!"

Then I just upended it and squeezed the contents out onto my now deflated cock and balls. It was still warm, and felt sooooo good.

He looked at me like I was crazy.

"Sorry," I said, "but..well I wanted it somewhere.. and I couldn't let it in the other."

Then he smiled and said, "I understand. I would have liked it `in the other' too."

"Thanks."

"Will you be here again?" he asked.

"Not for a while," I said.

"I sort of thought so ." he half mumbled. "It would be nice to see you again," he continued with his cute little half- smile. "I never did something like this before. ..just been wanting to for a while now. .and for some reason, when I saw you the first time, I decided that I would do it with you, if you wanted to. Thanks for following up on my little game."

"I didn't think you had, and believe me, when I saw you first in there looking at me through the mirror, I was ready. Just sorry it took so long." I said. "But, please, if you decide to do it again with someone... be careful. and if n when I can get back down here, I will sure look you up." Then I handed him a slip of paper that had my first name, my screen name, and my cell number. "Stay in touch'.. Please.." I added.

Pulling up my already soaking shorts and jeans and reaching for my shirt, I added. "I mean that. please.". With that, I cupped my crotch feeling all the wet in there from me and the contents of his condom. "Gonna have to do some laundry for sure," I thought. Then I opened the door and left.

He hasn't called yet.but I'm hoping.

And this was another story by CNJSHORE9. hope you enjoyed it . if you did, please write to let me know. if you didn't. you are also asked to write (but please be constructively critical.. don't just flame ).. And, if you haven't done so recently, you should contribute something to Nifty to keep this website alive!

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中途停靠 - 第 4 章

作者：CNJShore9 发布：2006-10-24T02:07

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哇！……我突然发现素材多得有点写不过来了！！！而且一篇接着一篇地写……希望能达到“标准”。

下面这个故事讲的是两个成年男人之间的自愿性行为。如果你还未成年（我想是 18 岁以下），或者你所在的地理政治辖区禁止这类内容，或者你对描写男性之间关系的露骨情色故事感到反感，请找到那个“返回”按钮，或者点右上角的“X”！！！！

否则，就请继续读下去……我当然也希望你能喜欢！！！

顺便说一句……这一篇也许该叫《中途停靠 5：a、b、c》，你读下去就明白了。

《中途停靠》 第 5 部分

好吧，我又一次在高速上了。这一次我人在弗吉尼亚，要在那里待几周，于是照旧做起自己的事，去 Alexandria 和 Fairfax 一带不同高速沿线的休息区踩点。

当时仍是夏天，所以“路过”的车流相当多。我猜有些人是往卡罗来纳方向去，也有些是往肯塔基和田纳西方向去；这当然让“橱窗浏览”相当不错，至少数量上不错，质量另说。

结果我发现，离我住处大约 30 英里的一个休息区布局很有意思。主“美食广场”区域很普通，大概有五六个不同摊位，一个共用就餐区，再加礼品店等等。

不过男厕和我遇过的大多数都很不一样。它的形状很像希腊字母“π”——你知道，就是那个形状，像一间简化的小屋，两道竖墙加一条平顶。进去时，你站在上方那条横线上，左手边是一排洗手池（和镜子），右手边是两条“腿”，每条腿的一侧墙边有一排小便池，另一侧是一排马桶隔间。最妙的是，小便池没有隐私隔板，而且是落地式的那种（像没有座圈的马桶或坐浴盆），所以使用者很难“贴着瓷器”把东西藏起来。你别无选择，只能站得稍微靠后；除非站在尽头，可以转向后墙，否则基本上等于把“货品摆出来”（有点让人想起老式“槽式小便池”）。按这种布局，只要你站在外面上方那间的位置合适，就能一边站在洗手池和镜子前，一边看进其中任一边厕所区，看看有什么“挂出来”。

我刚到这一带的头几天，已经在那里停过几次，也充分利用这个布局看了不少展示出来的好东西。只是到目前为止，还没人做出任何表示“有兴趣”的动作，于是我觉得自己大概“出局”了——不过我的手倒是洗得相当干净！！！！眼镜什么的也一样。

总之，为了免得有人开始认出我，我决定先避开一阵子。所以直到下一个周末，我才又回去。那次我穿过美食广场时，看见两个男人站在那里聊天。两人都穿着黑色西裤和白衬衫。他们的举止里有些东西让我觉得，他们应该在某个摊位工作，而那身衣服又让我觉得他们大概是经理。其中一个大约 6 英尺 2 英寸，相貌不错，可能快 45 岁了，戴着婚戒。另一个最多 5 英尺 6 英寸，拉丁裔特征很明显，三十多岁，可爱得要命（我看不见他的左手）。

我真的犹豫了一下，不太敢再往前走，因为按我一贯的疑神疑鬼，也许他们以前见过我，而我可能会惹上大麻烦；但我确实得小便（真的），所以我还是进了男厕，向右转进第一条“厕所腿”。

我站到倒数第二个小便池前，把东西“展开”。说实话，我软的时候并不算很有分量（三英寸左右），但够用。总之，我正把上一杯 16 盎司汽水变成两夸脱尿液排出去时，猜猜谁进来了。没错，6 英尺 2 英寸先生。他站到一个洗手池和镜子前，从那里可以直接看见我。我朝他那边看了一眼，从他的脸上没看出敌意，也没看出任何会让我觉得他想“抓我”的东西……相反，我得到的是完全不同的印象。我觉得他喜欢自己看到的东西。于是，在不明显的情况下——我右边还有几个男人站在小便池前——我确保自己的货品是看得见的。

我看着他从洗手池前离开，消失在视线外，但我听见了纸巾机的声音，知道他在擦手。……可他没有重新出现在视野里，而如果他要出去，必须经过这里。“嗯……有意思。”我一边想，一边结束并把东西收好。“我打赌他去了第二间。”

我走到洗手池那里，先站在中间位置，这样勉强能看进第二间。当时我看不到里面有人。于是我又挪过两个洗手池，视野就清楚了……没错，他在那里，站在马桶隔间旁边，正揉着裤裆。……而且看起来相当不错！！！

我从洗手池前转身，走到靠近第二间的纸巾机旁，很快擦干手。然后，因为洗手区当时没有其他人，我便走进第二间厕所区，来到那里的倒数第二个小便池，开始“跳舞”。

我又把自己的肉棒掏出来，假装小便。就在这时，他走到最后一个小便池前，掏出一根非常不错、非常厚实、大约 5 英寸的割过包皮的男性。他看向我，笑了。这绝对不是“被抓包”！！！然后他往后退，打开两个马桶隔间的门（它们是向外开的），形成某种屏障，站在那里，让自己正在长大的肉棒挂在外面。接着他又伸手进去，掏出一对公牛般的蛋蛋，把整套装备都展示出来。

我忍不住了。我走过去，抓了一把。该死！摸起来又暖又软！！！……但那地方实在“太公开”了。于是我拉了几下，说：“抱歉……这里太危险。”然后把自己收好，慢慢走了出去。

我走回车边时，沮丧得要命。这里明明是个机会……但也是个危险。

我坐进车里，一抬头，猜猜谁就在我正前方！我赶紧清空副驾驶座，好腾出位置，但他没有走向我的车。相反，他往卡车停车区走去……却一直回头看我。

我有时候可能很天真，但那绝对是“跟我来”的眼神。问题是，我没法直接开车越过那里的路缘……所以我绕着建筑开了一圈。果然，我看见他走进一片有几座附属建筑和一些垃圾箱的区域。运气不错，我能把车开到那里，而且旁边正好有 RV 停车位，于是我停进其中一个。他当时已经消失在一面砖墙后面，那里放着一些垃圾桶。

接着我看见他在里面，他正看着我。我下车，走进他所在的地方。他笑着说：“天气不错。”哦，对，多么高明的搭讪！！于是我说：“是啊，确实。”然后他低头隔着西裤摸自己。我能看见那枚肉火箭的形状清楚地贴着布料凸出来。于是我伸手再次碰了碰它。这一次，他也伸手隔着我的牛仔裤摸我。

但事情刚刚挂上挡，他就踩了刹车。

“抱歉……今天车流太多了。太忙。”他说着，转身开始离开。

于是我回到车里，开走了。沮丧？？该死！！！你最好相信我有多沮丧！！！

当然，我没那么容易放弃！！

第二天下午，我又回去了。果然……他就在其中一个食物摊位的柜台后面。我走过去时一直看着他，凭着我们似乎都有的第六感，他抬起头，看见了我，但继续做手上的事。我走进男厕。只不过这一次，我直接去了第二间。

果然，大约一分钟后，他出现在洗手池那里。接着，他就在我身后最后一个马桶隔间里。我转过身，能通过门缝看见他已经把肉棒掏出来，正在撸。我走过去，拉开另一个隔间门挡住洗手池方向的视线，然后在门缝另一边撸自己。我试图打开他的门，但这次他锁上了。

我贴近门缝，低声说：“我就希望你会在这里。我真想找个机会试试那东西。”

差不多就在这时，应该有一整车游客停了下来，因为整个男厕一下子挤满了人。于是我把东西收好，去洗手。

这一次我多逗留了一会儿，看见那人回到摊位，低声跟在那里工作的年轻男孩说了什么。当我朝车的方向走出门时，看见他从我后面出来。

我们照前一次一样。他走到我车附近，但随后又朝卡车区和垃圾箱方向走去。

于是我绕着建筑开车过去，停在 RV 车位，在砖墙后面和他会合。

我们又互相摸了一分多钟……他的那一包摸起来又厚又热。我真的很想更近距离地检查一下，尤其是好好尝一尝！！！我觉得他差不多也准备好了，但就在这时，我们听见某个食物摊位的孩子推着大型垃圾车朝我们这边来的声音。好吧。这又结束了。又一次！！！！

事实上，那次弗吉尼亚之行期间，我没能再回到那里。不过最近我又不得不回去几天。既然我是一个从不说“放弃”的人，当然设法顺路去了那地方。我穿过美食广场时，他就在那里！我看过去。他抬头看我。……然后……好吧，我们又回到了第二间厕所，隔着隔间门各站一边。

不过这一次，他把门解锁了，于是我能稍稍打开门，真正皮肤贴皮肤地抓上一把！！他只是说：“外面见。”

这一次我已经把车停在 RV 车位，所以当我走向自己的车时，能看见他从另一个方向过来。唯一的问题是，那地方似乎和前几次一样忙。这又会变成一次挫败吗？

我很快就知道答案了。这一次，他没有走到垃圾箱之间那面墙后，而是走向一座附属建筑，从口袋里摸出钥匙，打开门，走了进去——还把门留了一条缝。

我预感事情终于可能变得有意思，于是抓起车里常备的“娱乐工具包”，下车直奔他进去的地方。我深吸一口气，打开门，走进去，然后在身后关上。

他没有转身，而是继续假装在数瓷砖还是什么。是啊！装得可真像！

“嗨。”我说。（对，这就是我，机智又睿智的谈话家。）

“天气不错。”他用自己那套机智回应。

“我觉得它会变得更不错。”我回答。

“我也觉得。”他轻声说。

说完，他转向我，开始揉自己。

我走过去，把他的手移开，隔着西裤开始揉那块正在膨胀的男性。我能感觉到他的柱身顺着左大腿垂下，在我的触摸下慢慢变粗。他显然是穿平角内裤的人。普通三角内裤可不会允许那种全长垂挂。我还能摸到龟头凸出的边缘，钝钝的，很像头盔。

“看来你找到‘办法’了。”我补了一句。

“是啊。一直希望你会再路过。”

“我打赌你对‘所有男孩’都这么说。”我说。

“不……我不是。我结婚了，你知道。而且我叫 Jerry。”

“是，我看见戒指了。我是 Peter。”

“但你身上有一种……东西，让我觉得很有吸引力，而且……我想那个词是……我觉得和你在一起‘安全’。”

“嗯，”我说，“这么说吧。你的身体在我这里也许并不‘安全’……但你这个人是安全的。现在呢？”

他没说话，只是开始解自己的衬衫扣子。

“不，让我来。”我说着伸手过去，解开下一颗扣子。然后我把他的衬衫下摆从西裤里拉出来，解开最下面一颗，这样就能把衬衫脱掉。我小心地把它挂到墙上的钩子上，又脱掉了他的 T 恤。

这不是阿多尼斯，也不是健身房狂人……但该死！！！他看起来真好！！！肩膀很好，胸肌也看得出来（是“看得出来”，不是“线条分明”），胸口中央还有一小片棕金色毛发。

他抓住我的手，拦住了我。然后他把两只手放在我头两侧，把我的脸拉向他。我们的嘴唇贴上，我被震住了！！！他做的这件事里包含太多东西……而且……不，我甚至没法描述。那就是某种我以前从未经历过的东西。

他的手从我头上落下，双臂环住我，把我拉进他怀里。我们的舌头像是在打一场生死战，至少感觉如此！现在回想起来，我真的相信，我是他吻过的第一个男人，而他内心深处某个东西终于找到了自由。

慢慢地，他似乎重新掌控了自己。

最后，他把我推开……只推开一点，然后把我的圆领衫从头上拉掉。他很熟练，一起把里面的背心也带了下来！！！于是我们现在赤裸胸膛贴着赤裸胸膛。

他弯下身（我只有 5 英尺 10 英寸，而他 6 英尺 2 英寸），开始啃咬我的脖子和左耳垂。我能听见他在我耳边呻吟，而这时的我面对他的进攻，只能发出吱吱和喵呜一样的声音。这是一个对结实的男人对男人性爱彻底饥渴、彻底需要的男人，而面对这么火热沉重的东西，我从来不是会说“不”的人。

天啊！这种东西你在网上找不到！！！哪儿都找不到！！！而我就在那里，在真实生活里，而且是承受它的那一个。

不用说……当他正爱抚我上半身最顶端的部位时，我们中间的部位也快要自己冲破阻挡的布料了。

不知怎么，我设法找回了足够的脑力，伸手解开他的皮带。这似乎又给了我足够的清醒，让我拉开他西裤上的滑扣和拉链。几乎没有任何有意识的思考，我也打开了自己的皮带和牛仔裤，把它们一起推下去。

然后我们就在那里……怒硬对怒硬。

好吧，是时候让“有经验的那一个”接管局面了（差不多）。于是我开始往下跪，一路啃咬、用舌头舔过那片甜美的胸毛毯，经过肚脐……沿着藏宝小径往下，来到他那根此刻 8 英寸硬柱上方柔软卷曲的棕色毛丛。

那些味道……那些气味……我兴奋得要命，觉得自己快要到处爆开。我的肉棒硬得发疼！我的蛋蛋垂在那里，却尖叫着想释放！

我做不了别的，只能伸手把那根指向星星的长杆拉下来，好让自己的嘴唇包住它。谢天谢地，它不是那么粗。它比例很好，我的嘴不必张得太吃力。

下一秒，我已经像婴儿含住母亲乳头一样吮着那根男人柱！！它就是那么完美！就是那么美妙！！

我的右手仍然环在它根部，缓慢而仔细地撸着那根巨大漂亮的男人肉管。

这时 Jerry 已经向后靠到工作台上，完全说不出话，只是全身发颤。

我慢慢从他跳动的长杆上退开，用舌头探进他大张的尿道口，捕捉那里可能有的甜蜜汁液。那颗钝头龟头上的开口像一道沟，盛满了美味的男人黏液。我啜吸它，用舌头继续舔弄。然后我把嘴唇和舌头沿着他柱身下侧滑下去，把他的右蛋含进嘴里。他膝盖一软，不得不用手撑住工作台。

“啊——操——”他勉强吐出一口气。显然，他正得到某种自己以前从没想象过的东西！！这当然让我直接进入超速档。我不是那种只提供服务的口交者。我需要感觉到我的伴侣真的享受正在发生的事。他反应越好，我感觉越好。……相信我！！！这就是那种时刻。

我吸吮、舔洗他的右蛋好几分钟，才让它慢慢从收紧的嘴唇间滑出来。然后我攻击左边那颗！！他全身都痉挛了一下！！还发出一声低吼，已经没有任何合理怀疑可以否认他的感受。于是我像对待右边那颗一样，也给它做了同样彻底的清洗。然后我慢慢放开它，沿着他柱身底部原路返回，直奔那条进食槽般的开口。我知道这时候它一定已经满到边缘。确实如此！！！哦，天啊！！这男人怎么能产出这么甜的汁液！！！

……而我已经从这一端得到想要的全部。于是我抓过“娱乐工具包”，打开 “Gun Oil” 润滑剂，抹到自己的股沟里，拿出一个安全套。当我嘴离开他的肉棒时，我把套子滚了上去。

他低头看了我一会儿，表情几乎有点困惑。然后我想他明白接下来会发生什么了。

我从面对他肉棒的位置退开，转过身。还没等你说出“进这里”，我已经往后坐上了他的肉棒，而他也确实“进来了”！！！

“啊——操——！”他又呻吟了一声。接着他把我往前推，让我弯下身，开始像从没拥有过这种东西一样猛干我的屁股。（我也确实不觉得他以前有过。）

“啊，操！啊，操！啊，操！”他不断重复。他绝对沉浸在狠狠干我屁股这件事里！！！

……而我呢，只是在说：“啊——对——！啊——对！嗯！哦——对——！”

如果真有这种东西，那这就是“天堂制造”的后入。他失去了理智，我则简直欣喜若狂！！！！我的肉棒正滴出一摊摊液体，落进还挂在脚踝上的短裤里。

不知怎么，我设法抓住了门边工作台的边缘，否则我完全不知道自己会落到哪里。以他那种撞击，再加上我发软的膝盖，我可能会直接被墙上挂着的那根撬棍刺穿！！

哦，天啊，这男人体内存了三十年的“我想干那个男人”！！！他用那 8 英寸钢硬、像钢筋一样有弹性、充满精液的肉棒狠狠干我，仿佛明天不会到来，甚至十分钟之后都不会有！！！我激活了一个怪物！！但哇！！多么壮观的怪物！我不觉得他懂什么生理结构，可他几乎每隔一下就用那颗坚硬又有弹性的头撞上我的 G 点，把我一次次撞得喵呜呻吟，跌进更深的狂喜。

他的龟头又一次撞上我的前列腺，那就是终局！！！我开始把积攒了好几周的鸡巴鼻涕喷得满地都是，而这大概也成了他的“悬崖边缘”……当我的肉棒爆发让我屁股随之收缩时，他把那根大宝贝顶进我体内——如果可能的话，甚至越过根部——我能感觉它在里面变宽、抽动、痉挛，然后把该死一夸脱的汁液卸进安全套被撑到极限的末端。（该死！我真希望现在又是 1965 年，那些东西能直接灌进我的肚子里！）

“啊……操——”他终于低声说着，慢慢退出。

我听见他取下安全套的声音。

“能把那个给我吗？”我问。

“当然。你收集纪念品？”

“不……通常不收……但这一次值得留下些什么。”

“行。”他回答，把它递给我。

我必须承认，我这辈子从没见过一个套子里装过这么多精液！！！”

然后我直接把它倒过来，把里面的东西挤到自己已经软下来的肉棒和蛋蛋上。它还温热，感觉太——好了。

他看着我，像看疯子一样。

“抱歉，”我说，“但……嗯，我想让它去某个地方……而另一处我又不能让它进去。”

然后他笑了，说：“我懂。我也希望它能进‘另一处’。”

“谢谢。”

“你还会来这里吗？”他问。

“短期内不会。”我说。

“我大概也猜到了。”他半含混地说。“能再见到你会很好。”他接着说，脸上带着可爱的小半笑。“我以前从没做过这种事……只是已经想了有一阵子。……而且不知道为什么，第一次看见你的时候，我就决定，如果你愿意，我会和你做。谢谢你跟上了我这个小游戏。”

“我看得出来你没有过。相信我，当我第一次在里面通过镜子看见你看着我时，我已经准备好了。只是很遗憾拖了这么久。”我说，“不过，拜托，如果你决定再和别人做……小心一点。等我什么时候能再下来，我一定会找你。”然后我递给他一张纸条，上面有我的名、网名和手机号。“保持‘联系’……拜托……”我补了一句。

我拉起已经湿透的短裤和牛仔裤，伸手去拿上衣，又补了一句：“我是认真的。拜托。”说着，我捧了捧自己的裤裆，感受那里来自我自己和他套子内容物的湿意。“肯定得洗衣服了。”我心想。然后我打开门，离开了。

他还没有打电话……但我还在希望。

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