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It took a few months and a lot of wanking before I had the unshakeable urge to go forth into the dark interiors of a public toilet to look for sex.

I got really fit because I started running twice a day. Each day, I'd jog past the toilet block with the intention of going inside, and each day I'd watch it with longing, but kept a steel resolve that I couldn't go inside.

Then, one fine mid-spring morning, I did.

Not too many people were out and about that morning, and I genuinely needed to pee, but I also had an itch that I could not scratch that had persisted for days.

The toilet loomed above me as I reached it, with the entry being dark and revealing nothing. While outside in the sun it was warm, the inside was cold and dark.

There weren't any lights on, but then I assumed they were programmed to go off when the sun rose, which it had, just not enough to light the toilets enough.

I was the only person in the toilet, which was disappointing.

Emboldened, because I was alone, I used the urinals. When I finished, I checked both cubicles and was disappointed to confirm they were unoccupied, so I took a few minutes to read some of the graffiti on the walls and on the door.

It turns out that quite a few guys had come to this toilet when no one was about too, and they'd made their presence known by writing dates and times when they'd revisit.

"To the jogger in blue shorts here on Wednesday early morning, that was fun! Let's do it again!" wrote one guy, and he scribbled that he'd be there at the same time every week. I made a mental note to try and come on a Wednesday.

My dick protested against my underpants when I read that, as I imagined what those two had gotten up to for the guy to have taken the time to write about it on the wall.

I wanked alone. Not quite what I'd hoped for, but better than sitting at home in my office chair watching a variety of the same porn.

Wednesday morning, I returned.

As soon as I walked inside, I saw a young jogger at the urinal who turned to look at me.

Nervous, uncertain how these things generally worked, I moved to the cubicles, but as I did, I saw the reflection of the lad's cock in the polished urinal.

He wasn't pissing and even though he looked away from me, I had a sense he was waiting.

I cannot tell you where my confidence came from, but I surprised myself and detoured and moved to the urinal.

When I pulled my shorts and undies down, I sort of hid my dick with my right hand and tried to look out of the corner of my eye.

He was subtly watching me, and I thought I saw his hand moving a little.

Seconds passed, and I felt the blood surge to my ears while my legs urged me to run away.

I turned my head slightly, just enough to see that while he'd also subtly hidden his cock, I could also see he was hard and gently stroking it. I guess the motion could be mistaken as innocent unless you were looking for it.

My hand slowly mimicked his action and stroked my dick as it got hard, which I think took less than two seconds, and then it was difficult to hide. I'm not saying I'm huge, I'm just saying that it's not easy to hide a rock-hard cock at a urinal with a highly reflective surface.

He turned slightly towards me and revealed a fat, long, lightly tanned cut cock with neatly trimmed balls.

Wow. A groomer. I'd seen plenty of these types in porn.

Strengthened by his open wanking, I did the same. Feeling a little more confident, we took the time to scan each other better.

He was in his early 20s, fit; possibly part Asian, part English, it was difficult to tell, but his dick was decent-sized and I'm sure he had a queue of women, and probably men too, who thought he was really handsome.

It was clear that he thought as highly of my cock as I did of his, because with a quick glance towards the door, he shifted over and reached his hand out.

Yes, my auto-response was to turn away, which I had to fight, so I turned towards him a little more instead. My eyes scanned the doorway, and my ears strained to listen carefully.

Luckily, that early in the morning there was hardly anyone around, and we could probably hear someone approaching from a distance.

His hand reached out and grabbed my cock, and it felt good.

Really good actually. It was warm, and he gently began to stroke my dick.

Again, I checked the doorway, keeping my senses alert.

I realised that I wanted to touch his too.

But before I could, he bent down and brought his mouth down to my dick.

My heart boomed in my chest, and my eyes immediately focused on the door. My ears trained towards the door and beyond.

His hot mouth pressed onto the head of my dick and then sucked my whole dick. He kept going until his chin pushed into my balls and the tip of my dick was in his throat.

Holy shit.

I wanted to jizz immediately.

When his mouth moved back up to the head, the sensation was just as fucking unbelievable, and not even halfway up, he brought it back down again and this time he tightened his mouth and squeezed his hand.

"Fuck!" I said out loud, all the while staring at the door.

This guy's mouth was so soft, and so hot, it felt like warm, milky silk.

He sucked my dick so perfectly that I struggled to enjoy it without shooting my load too quick.

I held on, the back of his head bobbing up and down as he gulped and sucked on my dick, while his hand cupped my balls and stroked the shaft alternately.

My hand started to go out, because I wanted to alert him that I couldn't hold it any longer. Besides, I really wanted to suck his dick too. It seemed only fair.

"Oh fuck!" I said, as the urge became imminent.

He stopped, and brought his head up.

We both watched the door, as my hand went out to grab his cock.

When I turned back at him, I expected him to have leaned back, with an eye on the door, and ready for me to suck his dick.

But instead, he was puckered and leaning forward, staring intently at me, apparently wanting a kiss.

I gave him a shy smile, and evaded his face, and went right down to his dick.

I'd have said his dick was slightly smaller than mine, and slightly darker, and perhaps a little less thick, but it was tasty and rock hard.

It throbbed in my mouth. Knowing that I was giving him as much pleasure as he had given me was a big turn-on.

I tried to suck his dick the way he'd sucked mine, but found myself struggling with the lack of foreskin, so I tried to use more saliva and my hand.

"Shit..." he whispered, as I took his entire dick in my mouth, letting the large head slide along my tongue and to my tonsils, and allowing it to fill my mouth and throat.

When I brought my head up a little, and used my hand to gently stroke his cock, and then pushed my lips together and sucked it to the base, he shuddered.

I liked that, so I did it again.

"Oh God!" he said, and I took that as a compliment.

I'd been watching a lot of videos, so if they were considered tutorials, I was a damn expert.

His dick was really hot, and the fleshiness of it filled my mouth and throat perfectly, as I let it slide in and out, all the way.

I trusted that he was keeping an eye on the door, and he trusted that I respected his dick as much as he'd respected mine.

I sure as hell tried my best, and judging by his reaction, he was definitely grateful.

Not that I'm an expert, but there's a point when you're sucking dick where it starts to really throb and pulse. The heat seems more intense, and the cock feels like it's grown even bigger. It certainly felt harder; rock hard actually, as my mouth sucked his cock, and my tongue licked around it.

I could tell he was close.

He pushed me away, and so I got up.

His lips were on mine before I could push him away, but I didn't stop him this time. I guess I was so horny, and I guess I was grateful at the awesome head job he'd given me.

There was a little lingering look, as his green eyes studied me.

"Cum in my mouth," I said before even realising I was about to say anything.

He smiled and nodded, then said. "As long as you shoot in mine right after."

I nodded, but was confused. Didn't we all just want to run away after we'd blown?

A little bit of precum was dribbling out of his head, and I licked it.

Such an unusual, unique taste. Nothing else tastes anything like it.

I opened my mouth and let his dick slide in and straight down my throat.

"Mmmm," he moaned a little too loudly for my liking. Nevertheless, I let the thick dick slide out, then put a firm grip around the shaft as I guided it in and out of my mouth.

He fucked my mouth and my throat, and I let him. In fact, he rammed his dick into my throat, and I felt it slam my tonsils. He picked up speed, gripped my ears and squeezed the side of my head and skull-fucked me.

It was really intense, and fast, and hard.

I kept my mouth squeezed tight and let the momentum build, enjoying the hot cock as it pounded my throat.

He fucked it harder and harder, and I used my hand to keep it guided into my mouth and throat.

"Fuck!" he said, thrusting. I kept my hands on his hips, to help steady the momentum.

He fiercely grabbed the sides of my head and pounded his dick into my throat as he grunted. "Faarrrrrrrrrk."

And then a torrent of hot larva flooded my mouth and squirted down my throat.

He slowed down, but kept his hands pressed into my skull, so I could barely hear him.

I let his dick slowly slide out of my mouth, but the taste of it was all over my tongue and in my throat.

It was gluggy, and it stuck to my tonsils, so I swallowed a few times to try and swallow it all.

When I came up, I expected him to be zipping up and ready to flee, regardless of his words, but he wasn't.

He kissed me on the lips, smiled and dropped down to a squat.

I was still rock hard, in fact, I had almost shot my load when he'd exploded in mine.

The doorway and beyond was still deserted, as his warm mouth pressed down on my cock and he sucked my dick.

The taste of his jizz on my tongue, while he sucked my dick, had made it difficult to hold off.

"Argh shit!" was the only warning I gave him as my jizz unexpectedly exploded in his mouth.

He gagged, but didn't stop sucking me. In fact, his hand tightened around my cock, and his throat squeezed my dick so he could direct all of it down his throat.

It felt like a Jetstream that lasted an age.

If he was bothered by it, he didn't show it, because when he came up, he was smiling and he wiped the side of his mouth as though pleased with the result.

"Thanks," he said, as though I'd merely been a stranger passing by who'd held a door open for him.

"Thanks to you," I said, really wanting to get out of there.

There were taps at opposite ends of the toilets, and we split up and went to our own.

Just as I left the toilet block, a man walked in. He studied me carefully as I walked past him, which I quickly realised was a `sign'.

But I was done and ready to get on with my day.

I resumed my jog and ran away from the toilet, but I was already wondering what that next guy's dick was like.

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洞里伸进来的玩意儿 - 第四章

作者： Fox Emerson
发布时间： 2021-04-22T00:00

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字数： 2216
来源： [[https://new.nifty.org/stories/what-came-through-the-hole-44027/4]]

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过了好几个月，打了好几炮飞机，我才终于有了那股无法抗拒的冲动，想去公共厕所的阴暗深处找点性爱。

我变得特别 fit，因为我开始一天跑两次步。每天，我都会慢跑经过那间厕所，想着要进去，但每天都只能渴望地看着它，硬撑着告诉自己不能进去。

然后，一个春末的早晨，我进去了。

那天早上出来活动的人不算多，而我确实需要撒尿，但我心里也有那股好几天都他妈消不掉的痒。

我跑到厕所的时候，它就在我面前耸立着，入口处黑漆漆的，什么也看不清。外面太阳底下暖洋洋的，里面却阴冷昏暗。

一盏灯都没开，但我猜它们大概是设定成日出就自动关掉的——太阳确实出来了，只是光线还不够照亮厕所里头。

厕所有人，但只有我一个人，这让我有点失望。

壮了壮胆，反正就我一个人，我用了小便池。尿完之后，我检查了两个隔间，失望地发现确实没人，所以我花了几分钟读了读墙上和门上的涂鸦。

结果发现，不少家伙也趁没人的时候来过这间厕所，他们还写下了下次再来的日期和时间，好让别人知道他们来过。

“致那位穿蓝色短裤的晨跑者，周三早上见，真他妈爽！下次再来！”一个家伙写道，他潦草地写着他每周同一时间都会在那儿。我默默记下，打算周三来一趟。

读到这段话的时候，我的鸡巴在内裤里抗议了起来，因为我脑子里已经想象出那俩人当时干了什么好事，才让这家伙费工夫写在墙上。

我一个人打飞机。跟我想的不太一样，但总比坐在家里办公椅上盯着千篇一律的色情片强。

周三早上，我又来了。

一走进去，我就看见一个小年轻跑者站在小便池前，转头看着我。

我有点紧张，不太确定这些事一般是怎么操作的，就朝隔间走去，但走的时候，我从小便池那抛光金属面的反光里看见了那小伙子的鸡巴。

他根本没在撒尿，虽然他别开了视线，但我有种感觉——他在等我。

我说不清那股自信是从哪儿来的，但我自己都吓了一跳，临时改道朝小便池走了过去。

我拉下短裤和内裤的时候，用右手半遮着我的鸡巴，眼睛偷偷往旁边瞄。

他也在偷偷看我，而且我觉得我看见他的手在微微动。

过了几秒钟，我感觉血涌上了耳朵，腿却在催我赶紧跑。

我微微转过头，刚好能看见他虽然也巧妙地藏着自己的鸡巴，但我能看出来他已经硬了，正在轻轻撸着。我猜，要是不特意去注意的话，那动作可能被误以为是正常的。

我的手也学着他的动作，慢慢撸着自己变硬的鸡巴——我觉得大概不到两秒就硬了，然后根本藏不住了。我不是说我有多大，只是说在抛光面的小便池前，一根硬邦邦的鸡巴实在不好藏。

他微微转向我，露出一根又粗又长、晒成浅小麦色的割过包皮的鸡巴，蛋剃得很干净。

哇哦。是个讲究人。我在色情片里见过不少这种类型的。

他毫无顾忌地打着手枪，这给了我勇气，我也跟着撸了起来。感觉更自信了一点，我们趁机互相打量得更仔细了。

他大概二十出头，身材很好；可能有点亚裔混英国血统，说不准，但他的鸡巴尺寸不错，我敢肯定有一长队女人——可能也包括男人——觉得他真他妈帅。

很明显，他喜欢我的鸡巴，跟我喜欢他的一样，因为他迅速扫了一眼门口，就挪了过来，伸手抓向我的鸡巴。

对，我的本能反应是转身躲开——我不得不压住这个冲动，反而微微转向他。我眼睛扫着门口，耳朵也竖起来仔细听着。

运气不错，一大早的基本没什么人，而且我们大概能听到远处有人走近的声音。

他的手伸过来，握住了我的鸡巴，那感觉真他妈爽。

真的特别爽。他的手很温暖，开始温柔地撸我的鸡巴。

我又看了一眼门口，保持警觉。

我意识到我也想摸他的。

但我还没来得及动作，他就弯下腰，把嘴凑到了我的鸡巴上。

我的心在胸口狂跳，眼睛立刻锁定了门口，耳朵也紧盯着门外的动静。

他那滚烫的嘴压在我鸡巴头上，然后整根吸了进去。他一路往下吞，直到下巴顶到我的蛋，鸡巴头顶进了他的喉咙。

我操。

我他妈当时就想射了。

他的嘴往上回到龟头的时候，那感觉还是他妈匪夷所思地爽，而且还没到一半，他又吞了下去，这回嘴收得更紧，手也握得更用力。

“操！”我脱口而出，眼睛还是死死盯着门口。

这家伙的嘴真他妈软，真他妈热，感觉就像温热的丝绸一样滑。

他吸我鸡巴的技巧太他妈好了，我拼命忍着才没太快射出来。

我咬牙撑着，他的后脑勺一上一下地颠着，一边吞一边吸我的鸡巴，另一只手托着我的蛋，交替撸着茎身。

我的手开始往外伸，想提醒他我快忍不住了。再说了，我也很想吸他的鸡巴。这他妈才公平。

“哦操！”我说，那股冲动已经迫在眉睫。

他停了下来，抬起头。

我们俩都盯着门口，我的手伸出去抓住了他的鸡巴。

当我回头看他时，我以为他会往后靠，一边盯着门口，一边等着我去吸他的鸡巴。

但相反，他撅起嘴，凑上前来，死死盯着我，显然是想接吻。

我对他露出一个害羞的笑容，避开了他的脸，直接埋到他鸡巴上去了。

我得说，他的鸡巴比我的稍微小一点，颜色深一点，可能也细一点点，但味道很好，硬得像石头。

它在我嘴里搏动着。知道我正在给他带来他给我那么多快感，这真他妈让人兴奋。

我试着学他吸我鸡巴的方式去吸他的，但发现没有包皮不太好操作，所以我就多用口水，再用手配合。

“操……”他低声说，我把他的整根鸡巴都吞进嘴里，让那个大龟头沿着我的舌头滑到扁桃体，填满了我的嘴和喉咙。

当我微微抬起头，用手轻轻撸他的鸡巴，然后把嘴唇收紧，一路吸到底的时候，他整个人都抖了一下。

我喜欢这效果，所以又来了一次。

“哦老天！”他说，我当这是夸奖了。

我看过不少视频，所以如果那些算教程的话，我他妈绝对是个专家。

他的鸡巴真他妈烫，那肉感完美地填满了我的嘴和喉咙，我让它进进出出，整根吞到底。

我相信他会在盯着门口，他也相信我会像他尊重我的鸡巴一样尊重他的。

我他妈肯定尽力了，从他反应来看，他显然很感激。

不是说我是专家，但吸鸡巴的时候，你会感觉到它开始剧烈搏动。热度好像更烫了，鸡巴感觉好像又变大了。感觉当然也更硬了——硬得像石头——我的嘴吸着他的鸡巴，舌头绕着他舔。

我能看出来他快到了。

他把我推开，我站了起来。

他的嘴唇贴上我的，我来不及躲开，但这次我没有阻止他。我猜我是太他妈饥渴了，而且我很感激他刚才给我那口 awesome 的口交。

他的绿眼睛打量着我，眼神里带着一丝 lingering 的意味。

“射在我嘴里，”我说，连我自己都没意识到我就要说出口了。

他笑了，点了点头，然后说：“行，但你紧接着也得射我嘴里。”

我点了点头，但有点困惑。我们不是都应该射完就跑吗？

他龟头上渗出一点点前液，我舔掉了。

那种味道真他妈独特。没有任何东西尝起来像它。

我张开嘴，让他的鸡巴滑进来，直接滑进喉咙。

“嗯——”他呻吟了一声，声音有点太大了，我不太喜欢。不过，我还是让那根粗鸡巴滑出来，然后紧紧握住茎身，引导它在我的嘴里进进出出。

他操着我的嘴和喉咙，我让他操。事实上，他把鸡巴猛地插进我喉咙，我感觉它撞上了我的扁桃体。他加速了，抓住我的耳朵，挤压着我的头两侧，像操脑袋一样操我。

那感觉真他妈 intense，又快又狠。

我紧紧收着嘴唇，让那股冲力累积起来，享受那根滚烫的鸡巴撞击我喉咙的感觉。

他操得越来越狠，我用手稳住，让它对准我的嘴和喉咙。

“操！”他一边挺动一边说。我双手放在他胯上，稳住节奏。

他凶猛地抓住我的头两侧，把鸡巴狠狠砸进我喉咙，嘴里咕哝着：“操操操操操——”

然后一股滚烫的岩浆 flood 了我的嘴，直喷进喉咙。

他慢了下来，但双手还按在我头上，我几乎听不见他说话。

我让他的鸡巴慢慢从我嘴里滑出来，但他的味道已经布满了我的舌头和喉咙。

那玩意儿很黏，粘在我的扁桃体上，我咽了好几下才吞干净。

我抬起头的时候，以为他已经在拉上拉链准备跑了——不管他之前说过什么——但他没有。

他在我嘴唇上亲了一下，笑了笑，然后蹲了下去。

我还硬得像石头，事实上，他刚才在我嘴里爆炸的时候，我差点也跟着射了。

门口和外面还是空无一人，他温暖的嘴压上我的鸡巴，开始吸它。

他吸我鸡巴的时候，我舌头上还残留着他精液的味道，这让我更难忍住了。

“呃操！”我只来得及警告他这么一句，我的精液就 unexpected 地在他嘴里爆炸了。

他呛了一下，但没有停下吸我。事实上，他握着我的鸡巴的手收得更紧了，喉咙也夹紧了我的鸡巴，好让所有精液都直接灌进他喉咙里。

那感觉像一股喷流，持续了不知道多久。

如果他被呛到了，他也没表现出来，因为他抬起头的时候，脸上带着笑，用手背擦了擦嘴角，好像对成果很满意。

“谢了，”他说，好像我只是个路过的陌生人，顺手替他开了个门。

“也谢你，”我说，心里真他妈想赶紧离开这儿。

厕所两头都有水龙头，我们分头走向各自的洗手台。

我刚走出厕所，一个男人走了进来。他仔细打量着我，我从他身边走过的时候立刻意识到，那是一个“信号”。

但我的事已经办完了，该继续过我的一天了。

我重新开始跑，逃离了那间厕所，但我已经在想，下一个家伙的鸡巴会是什么样。

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