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Hey, guys ... I thought this series had ended -- but I recently made a trip down to Tennessee, Arkansas, and Mississippi, and had some things happen that, once again, I have to tell you about.

First I need to remind you that you know the rules... if you're under 18 or in a geo-political environment that does not allow you to read homo-erotic porn (yes.. that's what they call this)... please click on the little red 'x' at the top right of your screen ...and then turn your g-rated DVD back on.

For the rest of you horny guys ... read it and ... well ... do what you wanna do....

Before you start, however, I do need to add the 'legal cover' by saying that this is a fantasy and does not reflect any actual instances (sure, yeah) -- and all characters are purely fictional (sure, yeah, again). And I guess I ought to add the reminder that this is fiction (right!) and we don't have to be SAFE ... but in real life you do. Don't take chances, put a raincoat on.

Pit Stops #10 -- Southern Hospitality!

In most of these stories, I've been heading north (or south) on the NY State Thruway - or even the Garden State Parkway in New Jersey. This time, however, I was on the road between Little Rock (AR) and Jackson (MS) when I pulled into a rest area.

Unfortunately, the actual road-side restrooms were closed for renovation and there were those portable johns lined up - three outside each of the men's and women's doorways.

As I pulled of the highway into the area, I saw a guy I would judge to be in his early-to-mid forties climb out of his sparkling new F-250 and head toward the johnies. His back was to me from when he climbed out until he opened the door to the potty and went in. What I could see, however, looked pretty inviting - about 5'10" with a nicely slim, toned, farm-boy body in faded jeans, a loose t-shirt, and tan boots. His hair was cut short and appeared to be sun-bleached from his work in the nearby cotton and soy bean fields and there was a definite "V" shape to his broad shoulders and trim hips. I was just wishing I could have seen what it looked like from the front.

As I pulled into ta marked slot and parked my rental, a thought just came to mind.

I've seen times before when someone goes into one of those portables and just neglects to lock the door. "Hmmm," I thought, "...wonder if he did. Maybe I can do something about that."

Getting out of my car, I walked over to the same john that I had seen him enter, and I saw that the little sign over the handle said "OPEN" (not "LOCKED"). HOT DAMN!! It's just like I wrote the script.

Reaching up, I grabbed the handle and pulled the door open (well...that's what it said to do).

What I saw surprised me about as much as it did the shocked guy inside.

He was not just standing there pissing into the little mini-urinal, he had a full erection and was stroking it!

When the door opened, he half turned toward me. His eyes were as big as saucers, his mouth was open, and he stopped mid-stroke, only to end up with his cock aimed directly at me.

"Oh...Oh....sorry," I muttered, as I took in a rather close-up view of what appeared to be 7-8 inches of beautifully uncut manmeat. The foreskin was pulled about halfway back to the crown and the bluish-tinted, wet-looking, head and it's slit was slightly open in sort of a figure-8. A tiny, shining drop of dew was at the bottom of the '8' and about to drip from there.

Not moving an inch, I looked up to his still contorted face and stammered - not from having accidentally opened the door, which I hadn't, but from that electric shock that ran down from my eyeballs straight to my cock and balls at the sight of that delicious looking piece of flesh.

"Unh....oh...the door didn't say anyone was in here... guess you forgot to lock it."

His face was still frozen in a mixture of shock and embarrassment.

Seizing the chance, I chuckled and asked, "you need help with that?"

He quickly thawed, his face turning all shades of red. "No thanks," he muttered. What he didn't realize was that he had now waved his cock around a bit and the drop of pre-cum nectar had left its nest and was making a long, silvery string down toward his boots.

Reaching for the inside door handle with his left hand, his right hand still gripping his cock, he started to close the door.

Seeing my opportunity disappearing, I repeated my offer. "You sure you don't need help with that?" I said, looking him straight in the eye.

"You some kind of a fucking queer?!?" he spluttered.

Noting that he had already simply said "No thanks" and hadn't even tried to hide his cock yet, I took another chance. "Guess I am," I replied, "so do you still not want some help with that?"

Hesitating again, and then looking down at me, he couldn't help but notice that there was a tent forming in my jeans on the left side of the zipper.

Frowning a bit, he lifted his eyes back to mine and said, "You are serious, aren't you."

Before I could say anything in reply, he stepped backwards, making room for me to climb in with him. Then he closed the door and, this time, he made sure it was locked.

Reaching over, I put the lid down over the open hole and sat down on it.

He was still standing there with his hand on his dick, looking a mixture of confused and curious. "I never did this, but...." he said softly.

"Well, consider this your lucky day," I replied, as my left hand snaked out and, pushing his own hand away, wrapped around that silk-covered iron shaft.

"Ohhhhh, shit!" I thought. "This is wonderful!" as he slowly turned toward me.

Slowly my hand moved to push his foreskin forward before I pulled it back over the entire head. Repeating that several times, I couldn't resist it any longer. My head was drawn like a magnet to that throbbing missle and suddenly my mouth opened and enclosed it's end.

As I went "Mmmmmmmm" through my nose over the feel and taste of his raging hot poker, he gave an equal response with his mouth opening and his breath exhaling in an audible "Ooooooohhhhh!"

I really don't know who was enjoying it more - him or me. I opened one eye and looked up to see he had his own eyes tightly shut, just enveloped in the feelings permeating his whole being from the sensations of warm wetness on his swollen, jerking rod.

As I began to move my lips back and forth over the top few inches of his staff, my tongue was working around and under his head, playing a tune on that super-sensative spot just below the slit. He just kept making guttural and mewing sounds.

Reaching up, I unbuckled his belt and opened the top button of his jeans so that I could pull them down out of the way. Expecting to have to pull off his cock to get his shorts down over that kingly scepter, I was surprised to find that he was free-balling - so no need to stop sucking.

This was obviously his first time. He was spaced-out so far, he couldn't form real words. He couldn't say things like, "Yeah, man, suck that cock! Or Eat that fucker, bitch!" which was okay with me - I don't like those demeaning comments just because I like to suck a cock.

'Awwwwwww...FUCK!!!" he finally managed to get out semi-coherently. "Jeezus, man, I never thought it would be this good!! Awwwwwwww....FUCK!!!"

Pulling off momentarily, I replied, "You ain't seen nothin' yet."

With that, I moved forward, filling my mouth with saliva, and then engulfed that baby right to the root. His whole body went rigid as he all but shouted, "GOOOODDDD GOD !!!"

I actually surprised myself as well. I'm not usually very good at deep-throating... but this situation called for extreme measures, and my mouth, throat, and gag-reflex all cooperated for once.

As I began using my swallow muscles, his legs started to vibrate. He reached forward and grabbed my head - not so much to pull me tighter, but just to maintain his upright stance.

"Ohhhh....sweet jeezus... Awwwwww mannnnnn.....awwwwww mannnnnnnnn," he grunted.

Pulling back I went to work on the head and last couple inches of shaft again. His knees started to buckle, but he regained his balance. Then I went back down until my nose was buried in his light brown pubes.

By then I had also reached up with my right hand and found a nice loose scrotum with two egg-sized balls inside and began to cup and pull on them.

As I was again swallowing that marvelous meat, I felt his nuggets begin to retract and lift out of my hand. He was definitely getting close.

"I'm getting close," he stuttered, confirming my take. "Oh, SHITTTTTT!! I'm gonna CUM!!! I'm gonnnnnnnnaaaa CUMMMMMM!"

Pulling back again to the last few inches, I ratcheted my hoover up to high gear and damned near sucked his eyeballs out from the inside down.

He couldn't hold it any longer .... "FUCK !! FUCK!!! OOoooooooo, FUCK!" he groaned as I felt the tube on the underside widen as his incredibly sweet, full-bodied flavor filled my mouth. I didn't bother to count (actually I really never do), but damn was that both a flood and high tide!!

Leaning back against the fiberglass wall to keep from just falling down, he shook his head, opened his eyes and looked at me. "Holy, SHIT!! That was incredible!!" he muttered between heaving breaths.

"Wish I could say, 'wait til next time'," I said, "...but I won't be back through here again for some time."

"So... are you in a hurry now?" he asked. "I have a pretty fast 'recovery', you know. Give me ten minutes and we can have that 'next time'."

"Not really ..." I answered, adding "that's just about the amount of time I need to take care of something myself."

Standing up and turning toward the mini-urinal that he had been working at when I opened the door, I unzipped my jeans and pulled my aching, hard cock out and started to stroke myself to relieve a bit of backup.

Then I got the surprise of my life !!!

"Here, let help," he whispered into my right ear as his right hand reached around, pushed my hand away, and started to stroke me. Even more of a surprise was when his left hand also reached around me and began to unbuckle my belt and then open the top button of my jeans as well. When he pushed them down to my thighs and began to fondle my big low-hangers, I could feel the cold, wet of his only semi-aroused cock against my ass cheek.

"You've done this before?" I whispered back to him.

"Well... I had a couple buddies back in high school that we used to jerk off with each other and sometimes we'd do each other...but there never was any sucking. That really was my first time."

"Hot damn!" I thought. "I did get a virgin cock."

About that time he let loose of my dick and pulled his hand back behind me. Then I heard him spit - apparently into his hand - before he reached back around and began to stroke me again, this time with his saliva-lube. As he fondled and pulled on my babymakers, I leaned back against his warm, t- shirt covered chest and put the side of my head to his left cheek. He didn't move or push me away.

In fact he seemed to double his efforts on my package. I also could tell that by now he was fully hard again as his hot, blood-filled rod slipped into the crack between my ass cheeks. That's all it took to send my mind down a new bit of road.

"You ever fucked anybody?" I asked.

"Sure... I've fucked a lot of girls ...and I'm married, if you didn't notice the ring."

Of course, I had seen that gold band, which made the earlier fun that much more fun.

The little bit of conversation had resulted in his slowing down a bit - with the side effect of my getting back away from my impending climax. That would work out fine.

"No. I mean have you ever fucked another guy?"

"No...uhhh...are you suggesting what I think you are?" he queried.

"Do you think you might like that?" I prompted.

"I've read about and seen it in some videos online, but never really thought about me doing it," he answered.

"Well...do you think you would like it?" I continued.

"Hell, yeah... let's give it a try," he answered right away. "How do we do this?"

"I'm going to bend over the seat there, and you spit on your cock this time to lube it. Then just put it to the hole and push...but be slow when you do. I'll guide you."

"Oh, okay," he said as he moved back to give me some room to maneuver.

Once I was in position, he moved back behind me and I could feel the tip of his cock as it slipped up and down in my valley until it was just about over my rosebud. I reached back and gripping his shaft, I moved it slightly until it was 'on target'. "Now push," I instructed.

Almost instinctively, he reached forward and grasped my hips in both hands as he pushed his groin forward and the head of his cock pressed inward. After a couple more tries, I turned back and said, "add some more spit."

Leaning back, from me, I heard the sound of him doing as instructed, only this time he didn't do it into his hand and rub it on his cock, he dropped a nice dollop right into my crack. He then began to rub his tip up and down the crack to shove the lube onto my pucker before he put it back on the target and started to press forward again.

This time it slipped into the entryway and began to move deeper.

"Wait just a sec," I said, "....now slow and easy does it."

Following my instructions, he began to slowly push himself further and further into the furnace of my mancunt.

"MMMMmmmmmmm. OHhhhhhhhh FUCK!! That's hot!!!" he groaned.

About that time, he stopped as I felt his pubes tickling my crack. He had all that lean mean fucking machine buried to the hilt. I now felt his balls bounce against the back of my own.

"Oh, yeah, baby.... Ohhhh that is sooooo good," I crooned. "Now fuck it!!" I ordered.

...and he did. Of course he knew how to do it once it was inside a warm sheath - whether cunt or asshole. He was pounding me and moaning and groaning and "Awwww shit"ing and making all those other sounds that come with a good fuck. I, of course, was making my own sounds like a bottom that was thoroughly enjoying a good porking, although we were both trying to be as quiet as we could in case someone came up to use one of the other johnnies. As it were, several guys (I assume guys) had come up, used one, and left - and no one had stopped to bang on the side of the one we were in, so I guess we were doing okay.

Anyway, his rooting and slamming was gaining intensity when he reached around, grabbed my still hard cock and began stroking me in tandem to his thrusts. I leaned up a bit so that I was again in contact with his chest which by now was lowered almost parallel to my back. That's when I got the surprise of all the surprises as he began to nibble on my earlobe and neck.

"Oh, shit, guy!! Ohhhh, yeahhhh! Do me!! Do me good!! C'mon...breed that hole. Juice it up me good, baby. Poke it 'n stroke it. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!! Ohhhhh that's good!!" I started to rant.

"Oh, fuck, yeah!!" he replied. "Gonna breed that pussy you got. Gonna load you so full, it's gonna run out your nose like snot!! Squeeze them pussy muscles!! OHHHHHHhh FUUUUCKKKK! It's cummin' ....it's cumming... JEEZEEEEEE. Unghhhh Unghhhh Unghhhh!!!!"

With that, he drove that pile-driving cock in to where I swear there were pubes and half a ball sack inside the ring! I could feel his cock start to swell, then jump and jerk inside me as its flood of juices sprayed the inside of my guts. There was so much of it, I could actually feel the warmth of his load as it filled what space was forward of his cum slit and then wrapped itself around his shaft to add it's own lubricant to the last few remaining pumps.

Finally opening my eyes, I looked down and saw my own jizz all over the toilet lid and wall behind it. Apparently, I had shot my load during his climax - and hadn't even noticed it, although I now felt both well fucked and well drained.

As he began to back away, I reached around and grabbed his hips and held him in place as I said, "no, don't pull it out. Let it go down and fall out on its own."

With a quick "oh...okay....oh...yeah" he pushed what had withdrawn back in and leaned over me again. "...and that was amazing," he added as his lips brushed the back of my neck.

After almost five minutes, he whispered in my ear, "it's not going down."

"I know," I answered, "I can feel it in there. Guess you know what to do now."

"Round two?" he half-asked, half-stated.

"Sure 'nuff," I laughed.

...and sure 'nuff, he started to buck his hips again.

I won't go into the details here. Suffice it to say that by the time he (we) finished that time, he did slide out - along with a good portion of his offerings. He snagged a couple good handsful of toilet paper, giving me one to wipe things up and using the other to clean himself. I then cleaned up the seat and wall from before and all the evidence went down the hole under the lid.

As we were buttoning and buckling up, he said, "I'm sure glad you opened the wrong door. This afternoon is going to pass a lot easier now."

"Yeah," I said (and "sure, wrong door" I didn't say).

"Look me up next time you're down this way," he continued. "But maybe we can find a better place to do this," he chuckled.

"I would love to, but I don't know how to get in touch. Hell...I don't even know your name."

"No sweat," he stated as he reached in his pocket and pulled out a business card, handing it to me. "I'm Jeff."

"I'm Peter," I responded as I took the card and read it.

I almost fell out the door as I read, "Jefferson Carter, Investigator, County Sheriff's Office".

As we stepped out the door, after a quick check to see that no one was around, "My friends call me 'Snoop'," he added.

"I'll sure make an effort to get back here,...Snoop," I said as we got into our respetive cars.

"Sure hope so, Peter," he yelled back.

...and waving to each other, we accelerated onto the highway. I headed toward Jackson as he made a left turn and went back toward town.

The end of another story by CNJShore9

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中途停靠 - 第 9 章

作者：CNJShore9 发布：2010-10-26T21:48

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嗨，各位……我原以为这个系列已经结束了——但我最近去了一趟田纳西、阿肯色和密西西比，路上又发生了一些事，我又一次不得不讲给你们听。

首先我得提醒你们：规矩你们都知道……如果你未满 18 岁，或者你所在的地理政治环境不允许你阅读同性情色色情内容（是的……他们就是这么称呼它的）……请点击屏幕右上角那个小红 “x”……然后把你的 G 级 DVD 重新打开。

至于剩下这些饥渴的家伙……读吧，然后……嗯……想做什么就做什么吧……

不过在你开始之前，我确实需要加上“法律保护”的说法：这是幻想，不反映任何真实事件（当然，是啊），所有人物都完全是虚构的（当然，又是这样）。我想我也应该提醒一句：这是小说（对！），所以我们不必安全……但现实生活中你必须安全。别冒险，给它穿上雨衣。

《中途停靠》第 10 篇——南方好客！

在这个系列的大多数故事里，我都是沿纽约州 Thruway 往北（或往南）开，甚至是在新泽西的 Garden State Parkway 上。这一次，我在 Little Rock（阿肯色）和 Jackson（密西西比）之间的路上，开进了一个休息区。

不幸的是，路边真正的洗手间正在关闭翻修，门口排着一列移动厕所，男女厕所门外各有三个。

我从高速驶入休息区时，看见一个我判断大概四十出头到四十五岁的男人，从一辆崭新的 F-250 上下来，朝那些移动厕所走去。从他下车到打开厕所门进去，他一直背对着我。不过我能看见的部分已经相当诱人：大约 5 英尺 10 英寸，穿着褪色牛仔裤、宽松 T 恤和棕褐色靴子，身体修长紧实，有种农场男孩的身材。他头发剪得很短，看起来像是在附近棉花和大豆田里工作，被太阳晒得发浅；宽肩和窄胯形成清楚的 “V” 字。我只希望能看见正面是什么样。

我把租来的车开进一个标出的车位停好时，脑子里突然冒出一个念头。

以前我见过，有人进这种移动厕所后，就是忘了锁门。“嗯，”我心想，“不知道他锁了没有。也许我能做点什么。”

我下了车，走到刚才看见他进去的那间移动厕所前，发现把手上方的小标志写着 “OPEN”（不是 “LOCKED”）。太他妈好了！！简直像是我亲自写的剧本。

我伸手抓住把手，把门拉开（嗯……标志就是这么指示的）。

我看见的东西让我吃惊的程度，大概和里面那个震惊的男人差不多。

他不只是站在那里对着小便槽小便，而是已经完全勃起，正在撸！

门打开时，他半转向我。他眼睛瞪得像碟子，嘴张着，动作停在半途，结果他的肉棒正好直接指向我。

“哦……哦……抱歉。”我嘟囔着，同时近距离看见了大约 7 到 8 英寸漂亮的未割包皮男人肉。包皮大概退到冠状沟一半的位置，带蓝色调、看起来湿润的龟头和尿道口微微张着，有点像数字 8。那 “8” 的底部有一小滴闪亮的露水，正要从那里滴下来。

我一动不动，抬头看向他仍然扭曲着的脸，结结巴巴地说——不是因为我“不小心”开了门，我当然不是不小心，而是因为看见那块美味肉体时，一阵电流从眼球直冲我的肉棒和蛋蛋。

“呃……哦……门上没显示里面有人……我猜你忘了锁。”

他的脸仍僵在震惊和尴尬混合的表情里。

我抓住机会，轻笑着问：“你需要人帮忙吗？”

他很快回过神，脸一下子红成各种色调。“不用，谢谢。”他嘟囔。他没意识到的是，他刚才已经把肉棒晃了几下，那滴前列腺液甘露已经离开自己的巢穴，正往他的靴子方向拉出一条长长的银丝。

他左手去抓内侧门把，右手仍握着自己的肉棒，准备关门。

眼看机会要消失，我重复了自己的提议。“你确定不需要帮忙？”我直视着他的眼睛说。

“你他妈是某种同性恋吗？！”他结结巴巴地喷出这句。

注意到他刚才已经只是说了“不用，谢谢”，而且甚至还没试着藏起肉棒，我又赌了一把。“我想是吧。”我回答，“那你现在还是不想要人帮忙吗？”

他又犹豫了一下，低头看向我，无法不注意到我拉链左侧的牛仔裤里正在支起帐篷。

他微微皱眉，重新抬眼看向我，说：“你是认真的，对吧。”

我还没来得及回答，他就往后退了一步，给我腾出空间，让我爬进去。然后他关上门，这一次，他确保门锁好了。

我伸手把马桶洞口上方的盖子放下，坐了上去。

他仍站在那里，一只手握着自己的肉棒，脸上混着困惑和好奇。“我以前没做过这个，不过……”他轻声说。

“那就把今天当成你的幸运日吧。”我回答。左手蛇一样伸出去，推开他的手，握住那根丝绸包裹的铁轴。

“哦——该死！”我心想，“太美妙了！”而他慢慢转向我。

我的手慢慢把他的包皮往前推，又把它拉回去，整个龟头都露出来。这样重复几次后，我再也忍不住了。我的头像被磁铁吸引一样靠向那枚跳动的导弹，嘴巴突然张开，含住了它的末端。

我通过鼻子发出“嗯——”的声音，感受、品尝他那根怒热的火钳；他也用同样强烈的方式回应，张开嘴，呼出一声清晰可闻的“哦——！”

我真的不知道我们两个谁更享受——他，还是我。我睁开一只眼往上看，发现他双眼紧紧闭着，整个人都被肿胀、抽动的长杆上那股温热湿润的触感彻底包裹。

我开始用嘴唇在他上方几英寸来回移动，舌头则绕到龟头周围和下面，在尿道口下方那个超级敏感的位置弹奏乐曲。他不停发出喉音和猫叫般的声音。

我伸手解开他的皮带，打开牛仔裤顶扣，好把裤子拉下去腾开空间。我原本以为必须先离开他的肉棒，才能把内裤拉过那根王者权杖，结果惊讶地发现他里面什么都没穿——所以不用停止吮吸。

这显然是他的第一次。他飘得太远，根本说不出真正的话。他说不出诸如“对，伙计，吸那根鸡巴！或者吃了那玩意儿，婊子！”之类的句子；这对我来说也没关系——我并不喜欢那些贬低人的话，就因为我喜欢吸鸡巴。

“啊——操！！！”他终于勉强半清楚地吐出一句。“老天，伙计，我从没想过会这么爽！！啊——操！！！”

我短暂退开，回答：“你还什么都没见识到呢。”

说完，我往前挪，让嘴里蓄满唾液，然后一口吞下那宝贝，直抵根部。他整个身体绷得僵直，几乎喊出了声：“上帝啊！！！”

事实上，我也把自己吓了一跳。我通常并不擅长深喉……但这个局面需要极端措施，而我的嘴、喉咙和作呕反射这一次居然都配合了。

当我开始动用吞咽肌肉时，他的腿开始震动。他向前伸手抓住我的头——倒不是为了把我拉得更紧，而只是为了维持自己站立。

“哦……甜蜜的耶稣……啊，伙计……啊，伙计……”他咕哝。

我退回来，又开始专注于龟头和柱身最后几英寸。他膝盖开始发软，但又恢复了平衡。接着我又往下吞，直到鼻子埋进他浅棕色的阴毛里。

到这时，我的右手也已经伸上去，摸到一个松垂得不错的阴囊，里面有两颗鸡蛋大小的蛋蛋，于是开始托住、拉扯它们。

当我再次吞下那根奇妙的肉时，我感觉他的宝贝开始回缩，从我手里往上提。他绝对快到了。

“我快了。”他结巴着，证实了我的判断。“哦，操——！！我要射了！！！我要——射——了！”

我再次退到最后几英寸，把自己的吸力升到高速档，几乎要从里面把他的眼球都吸下来。

他再也撑不住了……“操！！操！！！哦——操！”他呻吟。我感觉他下侧那根管道变宽，难以置信的甜美、饱满味道灌满我的嘴。我没费心去数（其实我从来不数），但该死，那既是洪水，也是高潮汛！！！

他靠向玻璃纤维墙壁，免得直接倒下，摇了摇头，睁开眼看着我。“我的天啊！！太不可思议了！！”他在急促喘息之间嘟囔。

“我倒希望能说‘等下次你就知道了’，”我说，“……但我很长一段时间都不会再从这里经过。”

“所以……你现在很赶时间吗？”他问，“你知道，我‘恢复’得挺快。给我十分钟，我们就可以来那个‘下次’。”

“倒也不是……”我回答，又补了一句，“那刚好也是我处理自己某件事所需要的时间。”

我站起来，转向他刚才被我开门时正在使用的小便槽，拉开牛仔裤，把自己又痛又硬的肉棒掏出来，开始撸，好缓解一点积压。

然后我遇到了人生中最大的惊喜！！！

“来，我帮你。”他在我右耳边低声说，同时右手伸过来，推开我的手，开始替我撸。更让我惊讶的是，他的左手也绕过来，开始解我的皮带，然后也打开我牛仔裤顶扣。他把裤子推到我大腿处，开始把玩我那对低垂的大蛋蛋时，我能感觉到他半硬未硬的肉棒湿冷地贴在我的臀瓣上。

“你以前做过这个？”我低声反问。

“嗯……高中时有几个哥们，我们会互相撸，有时候也会互相弄……但从来没有吸过。刚才真的是我第一次。”

“太他妈好了！”我心想，“我确实拿到了一根处男鸡巴。”

差不多这时，他松开我的肉棒，把手抽到我身后。然后我听见他吐口水的声音——显然是吐到手里——接着他又把手绕回来，重新开始撸我，这次用的是唾液润滑。他一边把玩、拉扯我的造婴机器，我一边向后靠在他温暖、被 T 恤覆盖的胸膛上，把头侧贴到他左脸颊。他没有动，也没有推开我。

事实上，他似乎更卖力地照顾起我的整套装备。我也能感觉到，这时他已经完全硬回来了，那根滚烫、充血的长杆滑进了我两瓣屁股之间的沟里。光是这样，就足以把我的脑子引向一条新路。

“你干过别人吗？”我问。

“当然……我干过很多女孩……而且我结婚了，如果你没注意到戒指的话。”

我当然看见了那枚金戒指，而那只会让之前的乐趣更添一层。

这一小段对话让他的动作放慢了一点，副作用是我也从即将高潮的边缘退了回来。这样正好。

“不。我是说，你有没有干过另一个男人？”

“没有……呃……你是在暗示我以为的那件事吗？”他问。

“你觉得你可能会喜欢吗？”我引导道。

“我读过，也在网上一些视频里看过，但从没真正想过自己做。”他回答。

“那……你觉得你会喜欢吗？”我继续问。

“当然，试试看吧。”他立刻回答，“我们怎么做？”

“我会弯腰趴在那座位上，这一次你把口水吐到自己的肉棒上当润滑。然后把它对准洞口往里推……但推的时候慢一点。我会引导你。”

“哦，好。”他说着后退，给我留出移动空间。

等我摆好姿势，他重新来到我身后。我能感觉到他的龟头在我的沟里上下滑动，直到差不多来到我的玫瑰花蕾上方。我伸手到身后，握住他的柱身，稍稍调整位置，直到它“瞄准”。“现在推。”我吩咐。

几乎是本能地，他向前伸手，用双手抓住我的髋部，同时胯部往前推，龟头向内压。又试了几下后，我回头说：“再加点口水。”

他从我身后稍稍退开，我听见他照做的声音。只是这一次，他没有吐到手里再抹到肉棒上，而是直接把一大团口水滴进我的股沟。接着他用龟头在沟里上下摩擦，把润滑推到我的皱口上，然后重新放回目标点，再次开始向前压。

这一次，它滑进了入口，开始更深地往里走。

“等一下，”我说，“……现在慢慢来，轻一点。”

他按我的指示，开始慢慢把自己越来越深地推进我男人穴的熔炉里。

“嗯——哦——操！！太热了！！！”他呻吟。

差不多就在这时，他停住了，我感觉他的阴毛正蹭着我的沟。他已经把那台精瘦凶猛的干人机器全部埋到底了。现在我感觉他的蛋蛋撞在我自己的蛋蛋后面。

“哦，对，宝贝……哦——这太爽了。”我低声哼道，“现在干它！！”我命令。

……他照做了。当然，一旦进入一个温暖的鞘里，不管是阴道还是屁眼，他都知道怎么干。他狠狠干着我，呻吟、低吼、“啊操”个不停，发出一场好干会带来的所有声音。当然，我也像一个彻底享受被狠狠干的 bottom 一样发出自己的声音，不过我们都尽量压低，以防有人走来使用其他移动厕所。事实上，有几个人（我猜是男人）来过，用过一间又离开，没人停下来敲我们这间的侧面，所以我想我们表现得还算可以。

总之，他的顶撞越来越强烈。这时他伸手绕过来，抓住我仍然硬着的肉棒，随着自己的冲刺节奏撸我。我稍稍撑起身体，这样又贴上了他的胸膛；此刻他的胸已经几乎与我的背平行。就在这时，我遇到了最惊人的惊喜：他开始轻咬我的耳垂和脖子。

“哦，操，伙计！！哦——对！！干我！！好好干我！！来吧……给这个洞播种。把它好好灌满，宝贝。戳它，撸它。对！对！对！！哦——太好了！！”我开始胡言乱语。

“哦，操，对！！”他回答，“我要给你这个小穴播种。我要把你灌得满到从鼻子里像鼻涕一样流出来！！夹紧你的小穴肌肉！！哦——操——！要来了……要来了……耶稣——嗯！嗯！嗯！”

说完，他把那根打桩肉棒顶到一种我敢发誓连阴毛和半个阴囊都进了环里的深度！我感觉他的肉棒开始胀大，然后在我体内跳动、抽动，大量汁液喷向我肚子内部。量实在太多，我居然真的能感觉到那一发的温热；它填满他尿道口前方的空间，又绕回包住他的柱身，为最后几下泵动添上自己的润滑。

我终于睁开眼低头看，发现自己的精液喷得到处都是，马桶盖和后面的墙上全是。显然，我在他高潮时也射了——而且甚至没有注意到，虽然现在我确实感觉自己既被干透，也被榨空。

当他开始后退时，我伸手绕过去，抓住他的髋部，把他固定在原位，说：“不，别拔出来。让它自己软下去，自己掉出来。”

他很快说了声“哦……好……哦……对”，把已经退出去的部分又推回去，再次俯到我身上。“……而且刚才太不可思议了。”他补充道，嘴唇擦过我的后颈。

差不多五分钟后，他在我耳边低声说：“它没软下去。”

“我知道。”我回答，“我能感觉到它还在里面。看来你现在知道该做什么了。”

“第二轮？”他半问半陈述。

“当然。”我笑道。

……当然，他又开始挺动髋部。

这里我就不展开细节了。只要说，到那一次他（我们）结束时，他确实滑了出来——同时带出了相当一部分他的供品。他抓了几大把厕纸，给我一把清理，另一把用来擦自己。然后我把之前的马桶盖和墙也清理干净，所有证据都从盖子下面的洞里冲走了。

我们扣扣子、系皮带时，他说：“我可真高兴你开错了门。这个下午现在会好过很多。”

“是啊。”我说。（至于“当然，开错门”，我没说出口。）

“下次你来这边，找我。”他接着说，“不过也许我们可以找个更好的地方做这个。”他轻笑。

“我当然愿意，但我不知道怎么联系你。见鬼……我甚至不知道你叫什么。”

“小事。”他说着伸进口袋，掏出一张名片递给我。“我是 Jeff。”

“我是 Peter。”我接过名片，一边回答，一边读上面的字。

读到“Jefferson Carter，调查员，县治安官办公室”时，我差点从门里摔出去。

我们先快速检查了一下周围没人，然后走出门。这时他又补了一句：“朋友们叫我 ‘Snoop’。”

“我一定会努力再回到这里的……Snoop。”我们各自上车时，我说。

“真希望你会，Peter。”他喊回来。

……我们互相挥了挥手，加速驶上高速。我继续朝 Jackson 方向开，他则左转，回城去了。

CNJShore9 的又一个故事到此结束。

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