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What Came Through the Hole.

Copyright Fox Emerson.

It started by accident.

That first time using the toilet, I thought the foot sliding under the cubicle was looking for something. You know, it would be really awkward if you dropped something in the cubicle, and needed to reach under the stall partition with your hand and get it. I mean, if a hand suddenly reached out while I was sitting on the toilet I think I'd empty my bowels a lot faster.

But this foot did a little circle, a sort of weird tap, then disappeared.

I finished my business, and went off to finish my shopping.

It was a few weeks before I was in the shopping centre once more, and in need of the toilet again.

For some reason, I've always thought urinals were weird and standing there with your dick out pissing was a strange thing to do, so I always used the cubicles.

The end one was empty, so I slid in and unzipped.

Those first few seconds when you release, after having held it a while, are magic. I like to close my eyes and extra feel the relief. Probably stupid, but hey, I'm shopping and sometimes these small things are the little rewards to get you through.

When I opened them, that foot was back again.

I mean...what a coincidence that the same shoe would happen to be in the next cubicle a few weeks later, having dropped yet another thing.

Shrugging, I shook my pride and joy and tucked him in my undies, stepping back, zipping up, buttoning, all the while flushing, and turning to leave.

But that's when I saw the little finger wiggling through the little hole.

I'm not stupid, even though I like to act it sometimes, depending on the situation and what it can get me, so I was instantly aware that the foot, and the finger, were working together to get my attention.

I should have been a private investigator with these incredible powers of deduction.

My wife often jokes it takes a nail and a hammer to drive a point home for me.

Yes, I should have turned and left.

But I didn't.

Maybe because my own feet were a little shaky, or perhaps it was because I just didn't know if I was being rude, but I was momentarily stalled.

What did he want?

Was it a homeless guy that lived there?

My curiosity was too much, I bent down to look through the hole and discovered it was quite sizeable.

Through it, I could see that the guy's leg, and then that he was slowly wanking his cock.

I shot back, and out the stall, slipping a little on the wet floor, and almost colliding with a guy standing at the urinal who had his dick out.

Now that would have been super awkward.

I thought about that guy's dick a fair bit. I'd only caught a second of it, but it was enough to know it was slightly smaller than mine, had less foreskin and the hand wore a wedding ring.

That night, after my wife went to sleep, I crept to the office and locked the door. Through my private browser, with settings configured to delete my history, I had a sneaky search of `guy's wanking'.

Holy shit.

There are thousands of results of images and videos that apparently matched my search. Lots of dicks. Small dicks, big dicks, hands-free dicks, women sucking dicks - now why did that come up when I searched for wanking?

But what I thought was interesting, wasn't the amount of wanking dick that was available. It was that my dick rose to the occasion.

To be fair, I'm a pretty horny, standard 25-year-old, so skin would be enough to get a rise out of me. At least that's I told myself.

Regardless, it didn't take too many strokes to sort him out, and I added the tissues to the jizz-filled tissues waste-basket I was always going to get around to actually emptying.

No big deal. Nothing to see here. Just a horny guy wanking over wanking, that's all.

But why did I feel so odd when I got into bed next to my wife a little while later?

In hindsight, it wasn't really a surprise that I suddenly needed to go to the shopping centre a few days later. Less surprising that I needed to use the toilet.

This toilet gets busy. There's always a row of guys pissing, and always at least one or two cubicles busy.

I didn't actually expect the same guy to be in the middle cubicle, and when I got in there, and took a quick peek, I realised the shoe wasn't my guy's.

Only slightly disappointing. I mean, it's not like I had expected him to be there, and even if he had been, what exactly would I have done? Another slight peek and then? Flee once more?

I pissed, and shook it, and casually bent down to have a little peek.

Whoever was in there didn't wear a wedding ring, but had also taken some time out to have a wank.

When I turned, I saw the guy at the urinal closest to me staring at me. I closed the door anyway, and unbuckled, unzipped, dropped the trousers and underpants, and casually leaned in for a little look.

The guy must have sensed I was peeking, because his head appeared and I got a snippet of a slightly older guy, but I flew right back away from the hole.

And that's when it happened.

The guy must have misinterpreted my intentions, because suddenly his dick slid through the hole.

I was stunned. I shrank back from it, staring at it in both fear and curiosity.

Undeterred, it throbbed, but it did not retreat from the lack of my attention.

The thing is, I was curious. I'd never had a hard dick in front of me like that. Sure, haven't we all seen our mates and team-mate's cocks at one time or another? But always soft. Never had anyone flashed a hard cock at me, not that I recall anyway.

But, and this is where I was more fascinated about my own mind and thoughts than the fact that some random guy pushed his dick through the hole.

It wasn't until the dick pushed through the hole that I realised I'd always been curious about other guy's dicks. Was I average in size? How do I measure up against the average guy? I've never had a woman complain about my precious fella, in fact, I've been told more than a few times that I was both in command of a great wand and that I was a skilful magician who knew how to use it.

And here I was, in a public toilet, deep within a shopping centre, somewhere on the mezzanine level, with a rock-hard dick that probably was almost as big as mine, tempting me to touch it.

And so I did.

It's anonymous right? I will admit that I looked up and around, and I made sure there were no cameras in the toilet, though I was fairly certain such things would be illegal.

This dick was hot. My hand was warm, but his dick was much hotter. And in my hand, it throbbed; pulsed, begged for the attention.

I gripped it. Who even know how these things worked? It's not like you could go to a wanking school, where halfway through your life you realise you had no idea how to wank another guy.

The thick dick, which I then realised was a little veiny, also similar to mine, pushed into my hand, perhaps insisting for some additional movement.

I wanked it lightly, and swear I could feel the guy's gratitude.

Slowly, and maybe slightly more comfortably, I wanked this other man's dick, through a hole in the toilet.

But it occurred to me that this would be my only chance to experiment with it.

Its funny how you realise, suddenly, when an opportunity presents itself, that it has sat in the back of your mind, hoping you'd one day get to experiment with it.

I had no idea that I wanted to taste this veiny, milky white dick until I opened my mouth and moved towards it.

It smelled really good, and it was right there in front of me, perfectly patient and perfectly discrete.

My mouth just casually slid onto this guy's dick like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It was just as hot in my mouth, and I realised then that this guy had been hoping I'd do that. When my mouth wrapped around it, he pushed it in as far as the hole would let him. I was pretty sure that if there hadn't been a partition between us, he would have grabbed my head and skull-fucked me.

This dick was hot, and it rammed the back of my throat.

And I let it.

I thought about how much I liked getting good head. And what it took for me to appreciate a good blowjob. A hot mouth, that tightened perfectly around my dick, and a tongue that probed the tip and the head, while a hand caressed my balls and the base gently.

So I gave this guy what I knew I liked.

In return, he jizzed down my fucking throat.

I didn't realise he'd cum until the bitter taste was all over my tongue, and swirling around my mouth and dripping down my throat.

Fuck.

His dick disappeared through the hole, and I spat, then gagged a little. I flushed, and fled. Barely noticing the same guy at the urinal as I rushed to the sink and put my mouth under the faucet and flushed as much as I could.

Anyone who's tasted jizz will know that it is a taste that will linger.

Even though I ate food, gargled mouth wash, and drank beers, later that evening, I could still taste that guy's jizz.

And I secretly liked it.

洞里伸进来的玩意儿 - 第一章

作者： Fox Emerson
发布时间： 2021-04-14T00:00

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字数： 1736
来源： [[https://new.nifty.org/stories/what-came-through-the-hole-44027/1]]

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洞里伸进来的东西

作者 Fox Emerson。版权所有。

一切纯属意外。

第一次上那个厕所的时候，我以为是有人东西掉在隔间里，正伸手在地上摸。你知道的，要是你在地上丢了什么，得趴下去从隔板底下伸手去捞，那场面已经够尴尬了。但要是你正坐在马桶上拉屎，突然一只脚伸过来……我操，我估计屎都能给吓回去。

那只脚划了个小圈，像在打什么暗号，然后就缩回去了。

我拉完屎，冲水，接着逛商场去了。

过了几个星期，我又去那家商场，又得用厕所。

我一直觉得小便池特别傻逼，站成一排掏出鸡巴尿尿，跟傻逼似的，所以我每次都蹲隔间。

最里头那个隔间空着，我溜进去，拉下拉链。

憋了好一阵子尿，终于放出来的那几秒真是爽到飞起。我喜欢闭上眼睛，仔细体会那种释放感。可能有点蠢，但逛商场不就这么点乐子吗？

睁开眼的时候，那只脚又来了。

我操……几个星期后居然又是同一只鞋？她妈的又掉东西了？

我耸耸肩，抖了抖我的小宝贝，塞回内裤里，后退一步，拉上拉链，系好扣子，冲水，转身准备走人。

然后我看见一根小手指从隔板上的洞里伸出来，还在那儿勾啊勾的。

我他妈又不傻——虽然有时候装傻充愣能占便宜——所以立刻明白，那只脚和这根手指是一伙的，就是为了引起我的注意。

我真该去当侦探，这推理能力简直绝了。

我老婆经常开玩笑说，想让我明白一件事，得拿钉子往我脑袋上敲。

对，我当时就该转身走人。

但我没有。

可能是因为我自己也有点心虚，也可能只是不知道该怎么拒绝，反正我愣住了。

他想干什么？

难道是个住在厕所里的流浪汉？

好奇心爆炸，我弯下腰，从那个洞里看过去——操，那个洞还挺大的。

我看见了那家伙的腿，然后是他正慢慢撸着自己的鸡巴。

我猛地弹起来，冲出隔间，在湿漉漉的地板上差点滑倒，还差点撞上小便池旁边一个正掏着鸡巴尿尿的男的。

要是真撞上了，那可就他妈太尴尬了。

回家以后，我老是想起那根鸡巴。我只看了一眼，但足够记住——比我小一点点，包皮少一些，那只手上戴着婚戒。

那天晚上，我老婆睡着以后，我偷偷溜进书房，锁上门。用我的隐私浏览器（设置成自动删除历史记录那种），偷偷搜了一下“男的自慰”。

我操。

搜出来几千张图片和视频。满屏都是鸡巴。小的、大的、不用手的、女人嗦的——我他妈搜“自慰”怎么会出来女人嗦屌？

但有趣的是，不是那些自慰图片多下流，而是我的鸡巴居然硬了。

说实话，我就是个标准的 25 岁色胚，看到皮肤都能硬，所以硬了也不奇怪。至少我这么安慰自己。

不管怎样，没撸几下就射了，我把纸巾扔进那个塞满精液纸的垃圾桶里——我一直说要去倒，但一直没倒。

没什么大不了的。正常操作。就是个色鬼对着自慰打飞机而已。

但后来躺到老婆身边的时候，为什么心里怪怪的？

现在回想起来，几天后我突然“需要”再去一次那家商场，一点都不奇怪。更不奇怪的是，我又“需要”上厕所了。

这个厕所特别忙。小便池前总站着一排男人，隔间也总有一两个有人。

我其实没指望那个家伙还在。我进了中间那个隔间，低头瞄了一眼，发现鞋子不是那个人的。

稍微有点失望。不是说我盼着他一定在，就算他真在，我又能干啥？再偷偷看一眼然后跑路？

我尿完，抖了抖，假装随意地又弯下腰瞄了一眼。

这次隔间里的人没戴婚戒，但也在趁空打飞机。

我转身要走的时候，看见小便池最靠近我的那个男的正盯着我。我还是关上门，解开腰带，拉下拉链，裤子和内裤一起褪到膝盖，然后装作不经意地又往那个洞凑了凑。

那家伙肯定感觉到我在偷看，因为他脑袋突然出现在洞口，我瞥见一个稍微上了点年纪的男人，然后赶紧缩回来。

就在这时，事情发生了。

那家伙肯定误会了我的意思，突然他的鸡巴直接从洞里捅了过来。

我他妈傻了。我往后一缩，盯着那根鸡巴，又害怕又好奇。

它不屈不挠地在那儿搏动着，哪怕我没碰它，它也不缩回去。

问题是，我他妈太好奇了。我从没这么近距离看过一根硬鸡巴。当然，我们都见过队友或朋友的鸡巴——在更衣室、小便池什么的。但都是软的。从没有人把一根硬鸡巴对着我亮出来，至少我不记得有。

但真正让我着迷的，不是那根从洞里伸过来的鸡巴，而是我自己的反应。

直到那根鸡巴捅过来，我才意识到，我从来没停止过对其他男人鸡巴的好奇。我的是平均水平吗？跟普通男人比怎么样？从来没有女人抱怨过我的小兄弟，甚至好几次有人夸我有一根好棍子，而且还是个会用它的魔术师。

现在我就在商场的厕所里，不知道几楼的夹层，一根几乎跟我一样大的硬鸡巴就在我面前，引诱我去摸它。

我他妈真的摸了。

反正匿名，对吧？我承认我还抬头看了看，确认厕所里没有摄像头——虽然按理说不应该有。

这根鸡巴真他妈烫。我的手算热的，但它的鸡巴比我手还烫。在我手心里搏动着，一跳一跳的，乞求着我的关注。

我握紧了它。谁知道该怎么弄？又没有“如何打飞机专业学校”，等你半辈子过去了，才发现自己根本不知道该怎么帮别人打飞机。

那根粗鸡巴——我注意到上面青筋暴起，跟我的差不多——往我手里顶了顶，大概是示意我动一动。

我轻轻地撸了一下，能感觉到那家伙的感激。

慢慢地，我越来越熟练地，隔着墙上那个洞，帮这个陌生男人打起了飞机。

但我知道，这可能是我唯一一次有机会“研究”这根鸡巴。

真好笑，当一个机会突然摆在你面前时，你才发现原来自己内心深处一直盼着这个机会。

我压根没想过自己会想尝尝这根青筋暴起的、奶白色的鸡巴——直到我张开嘴，凑过去。

它闻起来真他妈好闻，就在我面前，又耐心又隐蔽。

我的嘴就那么自然地滑到了那根鸡巴上，好像这是世界上最正常的事。

它在我嘴里一样滚烫。我明白了，这混蛋一直盼着我会这么做。我的嘴刚含住它，他就死命往里顶，顶到被隔板挡住为止。我敢肯定，要不是这堵墙，他肯定会抓住我的脑袋，疯狂操我的嘴。

这根鸡巴又热又硬，直接插到我喉咙深处。

我让它插。

我心想，我平时最喜欢别人怎么给我口交。需要一张热乎乎又夹得恰到好处的嘴，舌头要灵活地舔龟头和冠沟，手还要轻轻揉蛋和根部。

所以我就按着我喜欢的方式伺候他。

作为回报，他直接射了我一喉咙。

我他妈根本不知道他已经射了，直到那股苦涩的腥味糊了我一舌头，在嘴里打转，顺着喉咙往下流。

操。

他的鸡巴从洞里消失了。我赶紧吐出来，差点干呕。冲水，拔腿就跑。路过小便池那个男人时我几乎没注意，冲到洗手台，把嘴对准水龙头拼命冲。

尝过精液的人都知道，那味道会赖着不走。

那天晚上，我吃了东西、漱了口、喝了啤酒，但那家伙的精液味道还在。

而且我偷偷地喜欢上了那个味道。

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