What Came Through the Hole - Chapter 3
It was disconcerting to see him a few days later, walking around the shopping centre with someone that I assumed was his wife.
Even in that weird shopping centre light, surrounded by the frantic buzz of shoppers, his handsome features stood out. His wife might have once been a model, still could actually, with her flawless skin and thick honey-blonde hair and legs all the way up to her armpits. I'd guess her age at around thirty, and he was probably not far off. Where she had stunning blue eyes, his were hazel and had perhaps flecks of green in them. He had a small button nose, and short-cropped hair, with one of those perpetual smiles that seemed to emanate from his eyes.
In a pair of jeans, he looked fit. I already knew his dick was huge because I'd seen a burly guy suck it and I'd seen this guy suck the other guy's. Whoever he was, he gently put a hand behind his wife's back as they walked towards me, looking distracted and talking about something that held their attention.
As he went to pass me, his eyes flicked to me, a quick look; nothing too intense, and so brief, I almost missed it, a mere glance sideways, before he continued on with the pretty blonde.
But it was enough.
Those eyes had clocked me. Recognised me perhaps and artfully diverted away, like he'd practiced being spotted in public a thousand times and knew how to avert his eyes.
I figured it was safe to turn and look, given I was by myself, and there'd be little chance he'd look back at me.
But I was wrong. He did glance back at me, and then he smiled.
That zapped me, like that time I'd been dared to put a 9-volt battery on my tongue. Except this was no battery, this was just a guy. Just an ordinary, perhaps above-average looking guy.
It sounds so cheesy to say that some random guy I'd previously seen in a public toilet sucking cock and I, had locked eyes and an electricity flowed between us.
But here we were, smack bang in the middle of a shopping centre and we both turned, smiled, and connected.
And it could not have been more frustrating, because where would I take it? What could I do with it? There was nothing I could do. I had no way to contact him, and him with his wife so close to him, there was no way that I could talk to him anyway.
But then he surprised me. With surprising confidence, he whispered something to his wife, gently moved her on and detoured to the café they'd passed. As he reached into his pocket for his wallet, he turned to face me and smiled, then raised an eyebrow, before turning to order his coffee.
I slowed down and took the long way around and back to where the café was. I'm not sure who I thought would be watching us, but let's call me paranoid.
He ordered and paid for something, then turned to search for me.
I came up alongside, nervous and with legs trembling. After all, I had no idea what was happening, and I certainly didn't have the confidence this guy exuded.
"Hey, how's your day going?" he asked me, a strong accent I recognised and tried to place.
"Hey...um, good...thanks. And yourself?" I stammered, a little annoyed to have been caught off-guard by his greeting, but also mesmerised by his amused eyes, which seemed to bore into me. I wondered then if he was a cop, or someone used to intimidating people for a living.
"Good. Wasting some time while the car's getting a service. Might wander upstairs in a bit..." he trailed off, still smiling with eyes that seemed to be asking a difference question.
"Okay," I said, not sure what was upstairs, so I looked up, and thought about the mezzanine, the toy store, food court, department store, and was about to shrug, but then it occurred to me.
I slowly turned back to look at him and I froze.
I think I blushed.
He laughed, a nice laugh, a hot laugh. Quite masculine. If there was a line-up of guys most likely to suck dick, he wouldn't even be in the line-up.
The cashier handed him two coffees and a packet of biscuits. She was a young red-head and as captivated by his eyes as I was. She stared after him, even as he turned and began to walk away. When I approached the counter, her eyes looked annoyed, if only for a second, but then her fake smile was back, and I ordered a coffee.
Mr. confident had wandered off with his coffees, but I had apparently been given a clandestine communique.
I don't drink coffee or tea, so took the very long way around to a drinking fountain at the end of the centre, and poured my coffee down the drain, then dumped the cup.
Without really knowing how long `in a bit' meant, I slowly made my way up the escalators, feeling a little paranoid that centre security may have been eavesdropping on our chat, especially given that the location where I was headed had been in the papers only a few months earlier. But for every objection my mind conjured, my dick reasoned better. It led me all the way around the middle floor and directly to the public toilets.
A row of men stood at the urinals, and I also realised the cubicles were full, so I stood at one end by the sinks, and waited for one to become free. I assumed I'd have to take the middle one and hope I'd meet the guy that way.
As I waited patiently, my guy casually strolled in and my knees buckled a little.
He spotted me, raised an eyebrow, scouted the toilet, then walked away to a service door.
Except it wasn't a service door. Hidden sort of behind where the urinals were was a disabled toilet, and it looked like the disabled sign had fallen off long ago.
He went in and held the door open for me, so I quickened my step and raced in, then quickly looked behind me as I closed and locked the door.
I couldn't believe there was a completely safe, private toilet hidden away in such a busy environment.
Then I turned, unsure how this was going to go down. Suddenly realising that I was too scared and nervous to do anything. I'd just gone through the most terrifying experience of recent years, to meet a guy in the toilet, and I wanted to go home and spend days thinking about it. I just wasn't ready to be confronted by this guy
But he had other ideas.
Up close, his eyes were hazel, and they were intense in the way they studied me, but with a frozen smile, like he could indeed read my thoughts.
He started unbuttoning his shirt. As he moved to slide it off and look for a hook to hang it on, my eyes bulged.
Holy shit.
This guy had the most incredible body I'd seen up close.
It's not that he was muscly, but toned. There was some serious definition going on in his arms and his pecs. Not necessarily a six-pack, maybe a little pouch even, but solid, like he worked out every day. The light fur on his pecs, that travelled down to his navel, was especially appealing.
I was transfixed. And also unable to do anything. My legs were quaking.
"Shit..." I said. I was ready to apologise and high-tail it back to the safety of my world, a world that did not include standing less than a meter away from a shirtless guy who looked like he wanted to ravage me.
I'm fit. I'm not unfit. But I don't think that even if I stepped up my gym routine I'd attain a level of definition this guy had.
Nor did I think I was a match for his handsome, rugged looks.
That light beard, with grey flecks sprinkled through it, was oddly appealing.
He stepped forward and put one hand on my side, and the other straight down to my crotch.
I didn't realise my dick was hard until he grabbed it. And then I thought I was going to jizz in my jeans.
And then he did a thing that just made me want to turn and run.
He moved in to kiss me.
What the actual...
I stepped back, and regarded him with confusion.
He seemed surprised, but not offended, so he just dropped to his knees and started unzipping my fly.
Again, I moved away, terrified.
His hands went to my legs and I think he realised they were trembling quite bad.
"Are you okay?" he said in a low voice.
I nodded, intending yes, but I think my face told him a different story.
His smile might have been better suited from a parent to a child who'd done something confusing.
It was condescending but sympathetic.
He stood, grabbed the back of my collar, and bored into me with his eyes.
Whatever spell he'd just cast, it worked.
Still trembling, I relaxed a little and waited. Not quite sure how to proceed.
But he did. He stepped forward, as though he was a master of these encounters, and brought his lips to mine.
I did try and move back again, but his hand was there to stop me.
With eyes that defied mine to resist, he slightly parted his lips and brought the in once more.
I stared at his lips. So red, so full, so plump, and juicy.
And they touched my lips.
That electric thing I felt just before in the shopping centre, when he'd turned and clocked me, was back with reinforcements. When his fleshy lips pressed against mine, and his bulge pressed against mine and his chest touched mine, and his arm wrapped around me intimately, I just stopped resisting.
Then my arms moved around him, and our lips completely locked together, and we squeezed each other even closer, if that was even possible, and our tongues tentatively met, like an exploration. Before I knew it, my polo top was flung over by the bin, we frantically struggled to get out of our jeans quickly, belts dangling noisily, and underpants being flung away, then we were pressed against each other again, with every part of my skin touching his. And rubbing. Touching. I could feel his nipples and pecs rubbing against mine and our dicks pressed against each other's bodies as we kissed passionately, tenderly, and hungrily, like we knew each other well and we'd done this a thousand times.
His hands were all over my body, and his fingers through my hair, while I touched his face, and stroked his beard and then the back of his neck. I liked his mouth, and moved to kiss his neck and felt his hot breath on my neck, as his hands went down and squeezed my butt.
We gyrated, pressed bodies, squeezed together tighter, and licked and kissed and breathed in each other.
He grunted, in such a way that made me feel like he was so alpha, and yet also really tender. The best of both worlds.
Somehow, we ended up on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, with him on top, kissing me, rubbing against me, his dick pushed onto mine, while his hands suddenly interlocked with mine, as if we couldn't get any more intimate, his hot fingers pushing through mine and squeezing my hands, our sweaty palms touching, while his tongue darted in and out of my mouth.
I was no longer in the toilet. We had left the planet and gone somewhere else. A private place in which we could connect.
It was so primal, and so real, so masculine, so fucking intense. Occasionally, I'd catch a glimpse of his eyes and he'd be staring at me, and kiss me again, and my body would just tingle all over and I'd be lost again for a few minutes.
Then he pushed my legs up, and I could feel his dick, which was even bigger than I'd thought as it started to push against my arse, and I shook my head. I knew what he wanted, but it wasn't happening. He smiled, dropped my legs, and came to me again, rubbing his dick against mine, and pressing his body into mine again.
It was weird, I could feel the build-up already, as we kissed passionately, with more intensity than before, and his hazel eyes watched me, before closing and getting lost in our kiss again, then his dick was pushing into mine and it felt so good.
Too good.
"Oh!" I grunted, suddenly realising I couldn't control it.
He looked surprised, pulling away from me to watch me as I began, but then he smiled, and kissed me and pushed into me even more and with that push of his dick tightly nestled into mine, I exploded.
I felt it gush out, as I groaned loudly, and his tongue was in my mouth, to silence me, but also to savour the essence as I released and jizzed all over me.
My head hit the tiles as I finished, then he squirted, and it was powerful, and he groaned, like he was in pain, with his eyes squeezed shut and turned away, but I looked at his huge dick, having never sucked it, and watched it shoot across my chest like hot jets of white lava.
It was so milky and so thick, as the streams landed on me, I could smell it.
Between us we'd jizzed a fuck load.
And then he surprised me again by kissing me, rubbing the sticky juice further into us. Less hungry, and much slower, but his lips touched mine, and his tongue, no longer a stranger to mine, explored my mouth softly and much more tenderly.
He sat back, and smirked at me, like we had a secret, and he was really happy to have that secret with me. His grin was infectious, as he smiled at me, I realised I felt something for him.
Before, it was in my legs, he had stirred my cock, but as he gave me his hand, and I watched his muscles bulge as he lifted me up, and handed me tissues to help clean up, I also felt him a little bit in that very special place where only my wife had been living.
Oh fuck.
He took out his phone, with a cute smile, a shy one finally, like he was no longer that confident master I'd made love to minutes earlier, and indicated he wanted to give me his number.
I took out my phone and added an entry.
"What's your name?" I asked him.
"Jackson," he said, and typed it into my phone. "Yours?"
"Roger."
One last kiss, a naughty boy look across his face, fully dressed, he turned to the door, watched me one last time, and left.
I locked the door, and leaned against it.
Holy shit.
I washed up, really well. Avoided looking at myself in the mirror, but also washed my face.
When I was sure I could leave and be confident in my neatness, I sighed, deleted his number, and left the toilet.
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洞里伸进来的玩意儿 - 第三章
作者： Fox Emerson
发布时间： 2021-04-17T00:00
字数： 2675
来源： [[https://new.nifty.org/stories/what-came-through-the-hole-44027/3]]
几天后在购物中心看见他，身边跟着一个我猜是他老婆的女人，那感觉真他妈诡异。
就算在购物中心那操蛋的灯光下，周围全是疯狂穿梭的购物者，他那英俊的五官还是他妈显眼。他老婆以前可能是个模特，没准现在还是——皮肤完美无瑕，一头浓密的蜜金色长发，腿长到腋窝。我猜她大概三十岁上下，他应该也差不多。她有双惊艳的蓝眼睛，而他的是淡褐色的，里面可能夹着几丝绿。他有个小巧的纽扣鼻，头发剪得很短，脸上挂着那种从眼睛里透出来的永恒微笑。
穿着牛仔裤，他看起来很 fit。我已经知道他鸡巴很大，因为我亲眼见过一个大块头男人吸过它，也见过他吸另一个男人的。不管他是谁，他走过来的时候，一只手温柔地搭在老婆后腰上，两人正聊着什么，看起来很投入。
他经过我身边的时候，眼睛扫了我一眼，很快的一下；没那么 intense，短到我差点没注意到——只是个侧目，然后他就继续跟着那个漂亮金发女郎走了。
但足够了。
那双眼睛看到了我。也许是认出了我，然后巧妙地移开了——就像他练习过无数次如何在公共场合被认出来，知道该怎么避开视线。
我觉得我回头看看应该是安全的，反正我一个人，而且他不太可能再回头看我了。
但我错了。他真的回头看了我一眼，然后笑了。
那感觉像被电了一样——就像小时候被怂恿把 9 伏电池放舌头上那次。只不过这不是电池，这只是一个男的。一个普通的、也许稍微帅了那么一点的男人。
说起来真他妈老套——我之前在公共厕所看见吸鸡巴的一个路人，跟我四目相对，然后电流在我们之间流窜。
但我们就在这里，操他妈的在购物中心正中央，我俩都转身，微笑，然后连接上了。
而这再他妈操蛋不过了，因为我该怎么继续？我能拿它怎么办？我什么都做不了。我没办法联系他，而他老婆就在旁边，我也没办法跟他说话。
但接下来他让我吃了一惊。他带着惊人的自信，跟老婆低声说了句什么，轻轻把她支开，拐进了路边那家咖啡馆。他伸手掏钱包的时候，转过身面对我，笑了笑，然后挑了挑眉，才转身去点咖啡。
我放慢脚步，绕了个大圈子又回到咖啡馆那边。我不确定我觉得谁会盯着我们看，但姑且称之为被害妄想症吧。
他点什么付了钱，然后转身找我。
我走上前去，紧张得腿都在抖。毕竟我完全不知道接下来会发生什么，而且我肯定没有这货身上那股自信劲儿。
"嘿，今天过得怎么样？"他问我，带着一个我认得出来的浓重口音，想努力辨别是哪儿的人。
"嘿……呃，挺好的……谢谢。你呢？"我结结巴巴地说，有点恼火自己被他这一招呼搞得措手不及，但也被他逗趣的眼神迷住了——那眼神好像要把我刺穿。我心想，他该不会是警察吧，或者靠吓唬人吃饭的那种。
"挺好。车在保养，打发时间来着。等会儿上楼逛逛……"他话没说完，脸上还挂着笑，眼睛好像在问别的问题。
"好吧，"我说，不知道楼上有什么，就抬头看了看，想起夹层有玩具店、美食广场、百货商场什么的，正要耸耸肩，然后我突然明白了。
我慢慢转头看向他，愣住了。
我觉得自己脸红了。
他笑了，很好听的笑声，很性感的笑声。相当阳刚。如果有一排男人最可能吸鸡巴的排名，他根本连入选的资格都没有。
收银员把两杯咖啡和一袋饼干递给他。是个年轻的红发姑娘，跟我一样被他的眼睛迷住了。就算他转身走了，她还在盯着他看。我走到柜台前的时候，她的眼神有点不耐烦——也许只有一秒钟——然后她又变回那个假笑，我点了杯咖啡。
自信先生拿着他的咖啡溜达走了，但我显然收到了一个秘密情报。
我不喝咖啡也不喝茶，所以我绕了最远的路走到购物中心尽头的饮水机，把咖啡倒进水槽，扔了杯子。
不太确定"等会儿"到底是多久，我慢慢走上扶梯，觉得商场保安可能在偷听我们的对话——尤其是我要去的这个地方几个月前刚上过报纸。但我的脑子每提出一个反对理由，我的鸡巴总有更好的理由反驳。它领着我在中间楼层绕了一大圈，直接走到了公共厕所。
小便池前站着一排男人，我还发现隔间全满了，所以我站在洗手台那边等着空出一个来。我以为我得选中间那个隔间，期望能在那儿碰到他。
我正耐心等着，我那帅哥悠哉游哉地溜达进来，我膝盖一软。
他看见我，挑了挑眉，扫了一眼厕所，然后走到了一扇服务门那边。
但那不是服务门。藏在小便池后面的某个地方，有一个残疾人专用厕所，看起来那块残疾人标志早就掉了。
他走进去，给我把门开着，我加快脚步冲了进去，然后赶紧回头看了一眼，关上门锁上。
我简直不敢相信，在这么繁忙的环境里居然藏着一间完全安全、隐蔽的厕所。
然后我转过身，不知道接下来事情要怎么发展。突然意识到我太害怕太紧张了，什么都做不了。我刚刚经历了近几年最恐怖的经历，来厕所见一个男的，而我现在只想回家，花好几天时间好好回味。我根本没准备好面对这货。
但他是另外一套思路。
凑近了看，他的眼睛是淡褐色的，打量我的时候眼神很 intense，但挂着一丝凝固的微笑，像是他真的能读懂我的心思。
他开始解衬衫的扣子。当他脱下来，想找个挂钩挂上去的时候，我的眼珠子都快瞪出来了。
我操。
这货是我近距离见过的最他妈 incredible 的身体。
不是说他有多肌肉男，而是精瘦结实。手臂和胸肌的线条相当分明。也许没有六块腹肌，甚至有点小肚腩，但很结实——像是每天都健身那种。胸口那层薄薄的毛，一路延伸到他肚脐，特别诱人。
我完全被迷住了。而且也什么都做不了。我的腿在发抖。
"操……"我说。我准备道歉然后他妈赶紧跑回我安全的世界——那个世界里不会有我站在离一个光着上身的男人不到一米的地方，而且他看起来像是要干死我。
我身材还行。不算差。但我觉得就算我加强健身计划，也达不到这货的身材线条。
我也不觉得我的长相能配得上他这张英俊、粗犷的脸。
那层浅浅的胡茬里夹杂着几丝灰白，出奇地诱人。
他走上前，一只手搭在我腰上，另一只手直接伸到我裤裆上。
我根本没意识到我的鸡巴已经硬了，直到他一把抓住它。然后我觉得我他妈当场就要射在牛仔裤里了。
然后他做了一件事，让我只想转身就跑。
他凑过来要亲我。
这他妈是什么操作……
我后退一步，困惑地看着他。
他似乎有点意外，但没生气，所以他只是跪下来，开始拉我裤裆的拉链。
我又躲开了，吓得不轻。
他的手抓住我的腿，我觉得他肯定意识到我的腿抖得厉害。
"你没事吧？"他低声说。
我点了点头，想说没事，但我脸上的表情肯定不是这个意思。
他的微笑更像是一个家长对做了傻事的孩子的那种笑。
有点居高临下，但又带着同情。
他站起来，抓住我的衣领，用眼睛死死盯着我。
不管他刚施了什么魔法，反正生效了。
我还在发抖，但放松了一点，等着。不太清楚该怎么继续。
但他知道。他走上前，像个偷情大师一样，把嘴唇贴上了我的。
我确实想再往后退，但他的胳膊挡住了我。
他用那种不容拒绝的眼神看着我，微微张开嘴唇，又凑了过来。
我盯着他的嘴唇。那么红，那么饱满，那么肉嘟嘟，那么 juicy。
然后它们碰到了我的嘴唇。
之前在购物中心他转身看见我的时候那种触电的感觉又回来了，而且变本加厉了。当他那肉感的嘴唇压在我嘴上，他那鼓包压在我鼓包上，他的胸膛贴着我的胸膛，他的手臂亲密地环住我的时候，我不再抵抗了。
然后我的胳膊也环住了他，我们的嘴唇彻底锁在一起，我们拼命把对方搂得更紧（如果还能更紧的话），我们的舌头试探性地相遇，像一场探险。还没等我反应过来，我的 Polo 衫已经被扔到垃圾桶那边去了，我们疯狂地挣扎着想快点脱掉牛仔裤，腰带叮当作响，内裤被甩到一边，然后我们又贴在一起，我每一寸皮肤都碰着他、蹭着他、摸着他。我能感觉到他的乳头和胸肌蹭着我的，我们的鸡巴压着彼此的身体，我们激烈地、温柔地、饥渴地接吻，好像我们认识了很久，好像这样干过一千次了。
他的手摸遍了我全身，手指穿过我的头发，而我摸着他的脸，抚摸他的胡茬，然后是后颈。我喜欢他的嘴，然后开始亲他的脖子，感觉到他滚烫的呼吸喷在我脖子上，他的手往下滑，捏我的屁股。
我们扭动着，身体紧贴，搂得更紧，互相舔舐、亲吻、呼吸着彼此。
他发出一声低吼，那种方式让我觉得他特别 alpha，但同时也很温柔。两全其美。
不知怎么的，我们最终倒在了浴室冰冷的地砖上，他在上面，亲着我，用身体蹭我，他的鸡巴压着我的鸡巴，而他的手突然扣住了我的手，好像我们再也不能更亲密了——他滚烫的手指穿过我的指缝，攥紧我的手，我们汗湿的手掌贴在一起，而他的舌头在我嘴里进进出出。
我不再在厕所里了。我们已经离开了地球，去了别的地方。一个我们可以连接在一起的私密空间。
这太原始了，太真实了，太他妈阳刚了，太他妈的 intense。偶尔，我能瞥见他的眼睛，他正盯着我，然后又亲上来，我全身就会一阵酥麻，然后又迷失好几分钟。
然后他抬起我的腿，我能感觉到他的鸡巴——比我想象的还大——开始往我屁股上顶，我摇了摇头。我知道他想要什么，但这不行。他笑了，放下我的腿，又贴上来，用他的鸡巴蹭着我的鸡巴，把他的身体再次压进我身体里。
很奇怪，我能感觉到快感已经在堆积了，我们激烈地接吻，比刚才更 intense，他那淡褐色的眼睛看着我，然后闭上，再次迷失在我们的吻里，然后他的鸡巴顶进我的鸡巴里，那感觉太爽了。
太爽了。
"哦！"我咕哝了一声，突然意识到我控制不住了。
他看起来有点惊讶，往后退了一步看着我发作，然后笑了，亲了亲我，更用力地顶进来——随着他的鸡巴紧紧贴着我的鸡巴一起顶进来，我爆发了。
我能感觉到它喷涌而出，我大声呻吟着，他的舌头伸进我嘴里，想让我安静下来，但也想品尝我的精华——我释放出来，射了自己一身。
我射完之后，头磕在地砖上，然后他也射了，力道很猛，他呻吟着，像是很痛苦的样子，眼睛紧闭着，别过头去，但我看着他巨大的鸡巴——我从来没吸过它——看着它像滚烫的白色岩浆一样喷在我胸口上。
那精液那么浓稠，那么厚，一股股落在我身上，我能闻到味道。
我们俩之间射了操他妈的一大泡。
然后他又让我吃了一惊——他亲了亲我，把那黏黏的汁液进一步揉进我们身体之间。不像刚才那么饥渴了，慢了很多，但他的嘴唇贴着我的嘴唇，他的舌头——已经不再陌生——轻柔地、更温柔地探索着我的嘴。
他坐起来，对我露出一个得意的笑，好像我们之间有个秘密，他为自己能跟我分享这个秘密而非常开心。他的笑容特别有感染力——他对我笑的时候，我意识到我对他产生了感觉。
之前，那感觉只在我腿上，他撩动了我的鸡巴，但当他向我伸出手，我看着他隆起肌肉把我拉起来，递纸巾帮我清理的时候，我也在内心深处那个特殊的角落里感受到他的存在——那个之前只住着我老婆的地方。
哦，操。
他掏出手机，带着可爱的笑容——终于有点害羞了，好像不再是几分钟前跟我做爱时那个自信的大师了——示意要给我他的号码。
我掏出手机，加了个联系人。
"你叫什么名字？"我问他。
"Jackson，"他说，然后输入到我手机里。"你呢？"
"Roger。"
最后一吻，他脸上带着顽皮男孩的表情，穿好衣服，转身走向门口，最后看了我一眼，走了。
我锁上门，靠在门上。
我操。
我洗了洗，洗得特别干净。避免看镜子里的自己，但也洗了脸。
等我确定自己能出去，并且对自己的整洁有自信的时候，我叹了口气，删了他的号码，离开了厕所。
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