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Some itches just can't be scratched that easily.

My mind is always in turmoil at the lie I've chosen to live. It's like somewhere along the way, my life splintered in two directions, side-by-side, that I controlled simultaneously.

The weeks went on, and I resisted the temptation to visit that little hidden away toilet block that would conveniently sate such an itch.

But then the impossible happened.

Vivek, and Marianne decided we should enjoy the early summer with a barbeque in the sun.

At my local park.

At the barbecue facilities right next to that toilet block.

We went of course, and I had my back to it the entire time, though we drank a heap of beer, ate too much food, and made memories, I never once wasn't aware that it was right behind me.

And of course, after a few beers, I'd shifted so I was facing the building.

Several times between bouts of natural laughter, I'd spot a car drive into the carpark, a lone figure would get out and go to the toilet, looking around suspiciously. This happened a few times, and not just from the cars either, but from cyclists coming off the cycle path or joggers coming from the walkway.

Always out of the corner of my eye, I'd seen them look about themselves suspiciously, before entering the toilet.

We all used the toilet a few times of course, and when I went, there was not much to be seen and no new graffiti begging for someone to make a date.

A few drinks in, and we lazed about and drank, nibbling on the leftovers, and enjoying the company and the alcohol.

I watched Vivek run off to the loo, and carried on my chat, losing track of time, but always keenly aware of the `goings on' in that toilet block.

Vivek was gone too long for a simple wee, and not probably even for a number two, but what he did when he came out of the toilet made me really think twice what I knew about him.

In the few experiences I have had with guys exiting a toilet, in which they've misbehaved, they seem to overly shake imaginary excess water off their hands.

Vivek came out of the toilet shaking his hands in this manner, far too many times, as he walked back towards us.

I did my best to ignore it, but could not ignore the man who left the block looking after him, who jumped in his car and sped off.

Vivek and his wife left shortly afterwards, and our group was a bit smaller.

I needed to go piss again.

And that's how I found myself, getting blown at a urinal, while my wife's laughter filled the air meters away from where we were.

As soon as I walked into the urinal, I saw a guy who I recognised. He was the guy who'd walked in that Wednesday morning after I'd met the jogger.

This guy was brazen; wanking at the urinal with a big cheeky grin on his face, like he knew I was up for it.

I stood at the urinal, and urinated. "I don't have time, sorry."

"We can be quick..." he whispered, with a wink towards the door, "Give me your load." He insisted.

I looked away, because I needed to finish what I was doing and not get distracted by him, but also to force myself to remember that this wasn't a risk I was willing to take.

"I can't..." I said, giving my fella a big shake.

"Come on..." he was right in front of me, and his hand was instantly on my dick, grabbing it really tight.

His hand was so warm, and so big, while his eyes begged me to let him.

I was really trapped because my dick went hard so quickly and I became conscious that it would take a while to lose the hard-on.

My pause had apparently been the moment he'd been looking for. Before I could stop him, he bobbed down and in under one second, I discovered his mouth, and his throat were hot, tight and set to make me jizz in record time.

"Fuck!" I whispered, looking towards the door with panic.

My wife's laughter came again, and also that of my friends.

He looked up at me. Big brown eyes, on a rugged middle-aged face. A man who probably had as much to lose as I did, and enjoyed this side of himself as I did. His eyes, still smiling, needing to see my enjoyment and to know that he was serving me well.

He deep-throated my dick like someone who had done so a few times before. I heard him choke on it, and almost gag, but he sucked in deeper past it.

His mouth was really hot, and soft, and his throat so deep. I could feel his tongue swirl around my dick with expertise.

It built up so quickly. But of course I'd been so horny, and to be surprised like that, and so unexpectedly by an expert mouth.

His mouth slid onto my dick, nice and deep, and I sucked in a big breath, as quietly as I could, because I was on the precipice, and I think he could tell.

A noise to my right startled me, but I realised it was someone in the cubicle too late.

Shit. I hadn't thought of that.

But I was too close, and nobody was an immediate threat from the entrance.

We needed to do this right then.

"Farrrrrrrrrk," I said with gritted teeth, and probably not that quietly, and grabbed this guy's head, because I was coming in for a landing, and he wasn't slowing down. I get it, he was hungry, but while already I nutted, and he was still trying to build me up.

Ease off pal.

As I blew my load into his throat, and felt my balls slap his chin, he upturned his face and pulled my dick out slowly. I could see his mouth was filled with it, as well as his tongue.

Happy, with a big smile, he swallowed like a good puppy and used a finger to make sure none of it was spilled.

The way he kneeled there by the urinal; you'd think it was him who'd just blown a gallon of his load.

I was done, and gave him an awkward smile, but ran for the sink, where I gave my hands a quick wash, and hurried out of the toilet, careful not to continue the suspicious tradition of shaking excess water.

Nobody noticed I'd been gone long at all. And I was the only one who noticed the tiny jizz droplet on my light-grey shorts as I sat down and picked up my drink, while my wife patted my leg and continued our conversation, I put my beer bottle on it, so the dew would seep through.

And watched Jackson come out of the toilet block, smiling in my direction.

Fuck. He must have been watching me from the toilet cubicles.

For days I kicked myself for having deleted his number, but my knee-jerk reaction to anything confronting, was traditionally to run or hide from it. Hence it had taken so long for me to even begin to experiment with this `side' of myself.

But it turned out that luck would be on my side. Or perhaps it was due to the fact that I started frequenting the toilet nearly on a daily basis, that the odds were on my side. Either way, I saw Jackson just a few days later, casually strolling into the toilet, looking comfortable and relaxed.

I admired that he was so relaxed and so calm, given he was walking into a public toilet looking for sex.

Nothing might happen. But more likely, something would happen. And that's what kept me from casually strolling into the toilet, like I owned the place.

As though he'd been expecting me, with a cheeky smirk, legs apart at the urinal, zipper undone, dick out and semi-hard.

That was quick. I'd literally walked in less than ten seconds behind him.

The cubicles were empty, but it was later in the morning and there was traffic outside. Joggers, cyclists, pedestrians, and drivers all rushing past, making it difficult to focus on the internal sounds and whether we'd be safe from any walk-ins.

Even as my heart jack-hammered in my chest, and my legs trembled, I watched Jackson as I slowly walked towards him.

His eyes flicked between my crotch, my face, and the door.

The next time he settled on my face, he nodded in greeting, then back to my crotch, with that perpetual smirk, as though curious as to why I hadn't released my cock yet.

I looked behind me at the door, and it did seem quiet and safe enough, so with one hand I pulled down my shorts, and the other I held out my cock.

He smelled fresh and clean down there when I got close enough. That delicious smell of clean underpants when a cock and balls have been resting inside that warm space.

I savoured it, then looked at Jackson, knowing I should be apologetic, but also happy he seemed not to care too much.

With our dicks out between us, and as we both looked down, I felt his hand come up behind my neck and pull me in. My head nestled alongside his, and I felt his hot breath next to me, even as his hand reached out and gripped my dick gently, and lightly stroked it.

Then he turned his face and pushed his lips into mine, in a way that was far too intimate for the situation.

But I let him. Probably because I felt bad for deleting his number, and possibly because I thought he was a really sexy guy.

He was all the things I admired in my own friends, level-headed, confident, and approachable. Hence, he made the first move, which I would never do.

Even if someone came in and disturbed us in the toilet, I could almost imagine Jackson facing them off and demanding, "What are you staring at?"

I kissed him back.

His dick pushed against my belly and rubbed against mine, with our shorts around our thighs, at the urinal and hands behind each other pulling us into a tight embrace.

This was too dangerous, and I tried to break the kiss and look towards the door, but his assertive hand would appear and move my face back to him, and with an intensity in his eyes that reassured me not to worry, his fleshy lips would melt onto mine and I'd get lost in the kiss again.

We kissed like we'd been doing it a very long time, with a familiarity that was comfortable and intimate, but also with an exploration that was exciting and new.

As he pushed his tongue, deep and passionately into my mouth, and our hands pushed the back of each other's heads, deepening each other's kiss, and as I felt his dick gyrate against my belly and press against my cock, I felt the urge to nut.

I gently pulled my dick away for a second, and he looked down, then towards the door, and dropped to his knees. As he did so, he took my dick with one hand, and opened his mouth and readied to swallow it.

He looked up at me then, as he gently put my cock's head on the tip of his tongue, and gently, slowly, pushed his mouth down into an `o'. He squeezed his mouth shut and sucked my dick while he swallowed along the shaft towards my balls.

Holy fuck.

I'd forgotten how silky smooth his tongue and his throat were, as my dick slid nicely along, enjoying the warmth within.

I liked when he looked up at me, his eyes letting me know that each time my entire dick slid through his mouth and into his throat, that he was satisfied. And the moans he made too, and the gagging as he pushed his own limits to allow it to penetrate as far as it could, with even my balls trying to find a way to enter his mouth and get as much of me in there.

Again, like a noob, I could feel the urge to nut, so I put my hand on his head.

He mistook that as my willingness to jizz, and braced himself, and adjusted himself to ready for the incoming.

I'd meant I wanted to suck his dick, but it was too late.

He looked up at me one more time, as my dick slid all the way down into his throat, as the urge became a compulsion, and then that tipping point.

"Argh..." I started, as my semen erupted into his mouth and straight down his throat. He pulled my dick out a bit so he could suck it better, and that intensity made me buck backwards, but he wasn't letting me get away, with a gargle and a moan, both his hands pulled me in so my dick stayed in his mouth.

I blew so much, that it felt like small rivers kept emptying into him. Load after load.

Spent, leaning against him, I felt his hands support my legs, as though they could sense I'd collapse without it.

This made me smile.

I was done, and I felt guilty. I knew that I'd run away again and leave him dry, but that's what happened when you let the other guy blow first.

I'd assumed this was normal and accepted.

But Jackson surprised me once more when he came up and pushed his jizz-laden tongue onto my mouth and kissed me, while he wanked next to me.

I didn't want to be rude, so I let it happen, but the moment for me had definitely passed.

It took him less than a minute, and so I didn't have to do much, before his body convulsed and tensed, and he groaned quietly, and Jackson shot his load across the toilet floor.

He nutted so much that I worried someone would come in while he was still showering the floor with his sticky juice.

But he finished, and patted me on the behind, as we both quickly zipped up and adjusted ourselves.

"We should do that in bed sometime," he said, as he headed to a tap on one side of the door.

I moved to the other faucet, and gave my hands a quick rinse and shook them, careful not to exit the toilet doing that very thing I considered suspicious.

As he meant to leave the toilet, he said, "Message me," and added a cheesy wink, which I liked.

As he walked out ahead of me, I kicked myself for having deleted his number and for not having the courage to own up to it.

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洞里伸进来的玩意儿 - 第五章

作者： Fox Emerson
发布时间： 2021-05-10T00:00

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字数： 2597
来源： [[https://new.nifty.org/stories/what-came-through-the-hole-44027/5]]

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有些痒，还真他妈没那么容易止住。

我的脑子总是在我选择的谎言里翻腾。就好像在某个时刻，我的生活裂成了两条并行的轨道，而我同时操控着两边。

几个星期过去了，我一直抵制着那个诱惑——不去那个隐蔽的小厕所，明明它就能轻松止住那股痒。

但后来，不可能的事发生了。

维韦克和玛丽安决定我们应该在初夏阳光下搞个烧烤。

就在我家附近的公园。

就在那个紧挨着厕所的烧烤区。

我们当然去了。我全程背对着那厕所，虽然我们喝了一大堆啤酒，吃了太多东西，留下了不少回忆。但我一直都他妈清楚，它就在我身后。

当然，喝了几杯啤酒之后，我挪了个位置，面朝那栋建筑。

几轮自然的笑声之间，我好几次看见有车开进停车场，一个孤零零的人影下车，鬼鬼祟祟地四处张望，然后走进厕所。这种事发生了好几次，而且不光是从车里下来的，还有从自行车道上过来的骑行者，或者从步行道上过来的跑步者——总是从我眼角余光里瞥见，他们可疑地四下打量一番，才钻进厕所。

我们自己当然也用了好几次厕所。我去的时候，里面没什么可看的，也没有新的涂鸦求人约炮。

酒过几巡之后，我们懒洋洋地躺着喝，啃着剩菜，享受着同伴和酒精。

我看着维韦克跑向厕所，然后继续聊天，忘了时间。但我一直敏锐地意识到那厕所里正在发生的“勾当”。维韦克去的时间太长了，不像是单纯撒个尿，甚至也不太像拉屎。但他从厕所出来时做的事，让我对我自以为对他的了解产生了严重的怀疑。

根据我有限的几次观察那些从厕所里“干了坏事”出来的男人的经验，他们好像都会过于夸张地甩掉手上根本不存在的多余水珠。

维韦克从厕所里出来的时候，就这样甩着手，次数太多了，一路甩着走回我们这边。

我努力忽略这个，但我没法忽略那个随后离开厕所、目送他背影的男人——那男人跳上车，一溜烟开走了。

维韦克和他老婆没过多久也走了，我们这群人就小了一些。

我又需要去撒尿了。

然后我就发现自己在小便池前被人口交，而我老婆的笑声从几米外飘进空气里，距离我俩正在干的事只有几步之遥。

我刚走进小便池，就看见一个我认得的家伙。他就是那个周三早上、我遇到那个跑者之后走进来的家伙。这家伙真他妈大胆——站在小便池前打手枪，脸上挂着大大的淫笑，好像他知道我也有意思。

我站在小便池前，撒尿。“我没时间，抱歉。”

“我们可以很快的……”他耳语道，朝门口挤了挤眼，“把你的子孙交给我。”他坚持道。

我移开视线，因为我得尿完，不能被他分心，但也强迫自己记住——这个风险我不愿意冒。

“我不行……”我说，用力抖了抖我的老弟。

“来吧……”他就站在我面前，手直接伸过来抓住了我的鸡巴，攥得特别紧。

他的手真他妈热，真他妈大，他的眼睛在求我让他干。

我真的被困住了，因为我的鸡巴一下子就硬了，我也意识到要等它软下去得花好一阵子。

我这一犹豫，显然就是他一直在等的那个时刻。我还没来得及阻止他，他就蹲了下去，不到一秒钟，我就发现他的嘴和他的喉咙又热又紧，准备在创纪录的时间里把我搞定。

“操！”我低声说，惊慌地看向门口。

我老婆的笑声又传来了，还有我朋友们的。

他抬头看着我。一双棕色的大眼睛，嵌在一张粗犷的中年脸上。一个可能跟我一样输不起的男人，也跟我一样享受自己的这一面。他的眼睛还在笑，需要看到我的享受，知道他把我伺候得很好。

他把我的鸡巴深喉了，像个老手一样。我听到他噎了一下，几乎要干呕，但他吸得更深，越过了那个坎。

他那张嘴真他妈热，真他妈软，喉咙深得要命。我能感觉到他的舌头绕着我的鸡巴熟练地打转。

快感来得好快。当然，我一直他妈憋得慌，被这么一张专家级的嘴突然袭击，太意外了。

他的嘴滑到我的鸡巴上，又深又好，我尽可能不出声地吸了一大口气，因为我已经在悬崖边上了——我觉得他看得出来。

右边传来一个声音，吓了我一跳，但我反应过来——那是隔间里有人。操。我居然没想到这个。

但已经太近了，而且入口那边暂时没有人构成威胁。

我们必须马上搞定这事儿。

“操操操操操——”，我咬着牙说，可能也没那么小声，然后抓住了这家伙的头，因为我他妈要着陆了，而他根本没减速。我懂，他很饥渴，但当我已经开始射精，他还在使劲挑逗我。

轻点儿啊哥们。

当我把子孙喷进他喉咙里，感觉到我的蛋拍打他下巴的时候，他仰起脸，慢慢把我的鸡巴拔出来。我能看见他嘴里和舌头上全装满了。

他满意地咧嘴一笑，像条乖狗一样咽了下去，还用手指抹了一下，确保一滴都没漏。

他跪在小便池前那样子——你还以为刚射了一加仑的是他呢。

我完事了，尴尬地冲他笑了笑，然后跑到洗手台，快速洗了手，赶紧冲出厕所，小心不延续那个甩手的可疑传统。

根本没人注意到我离开了很久。只有我自己注意到了坐在那儿拿起饮料时，浅灰色短裤上那一点点精液渍。我老婆拍了拍我的腿，继续着我们的谈话——我把啤酒瓶放在那渍子上，让水汽渗进去。

然后我看着杰克逊从厕所里走出来，朝我微笑。

操。他肯定一直在厕所隔间里看着我。

好几天来，我都在骂自己删了他的号码。但我面对任何冲突的本能反应，就是逃跑或躲开。所以我才花了那么久才开始真正探索自己的这一“面”。

但事实证明，运气还是站在我这边的。也许是因为我开始几乎每天都光顾那间厕所，所以概率偏向了我。不管怎样，几天后我又看见了杰克逊，他悠哉游哉地溜达进厕所，看起来舒服又放松。

我很佩服他这么轻松、这么淡定——毕竟他是走进公共厕所来找性爱的。

可能什么都不会发生。但更可能的是，会发生什么。而正因为这个，我才没法像自己家一样悠哉游哉地溜达进厕所。

好像他早就在等我似的——他抱着臂站在小便池前，脸上带着顽皮得意的笑容，两腿叉开，拉链解开，鸡巴露在外面，半硬着。

真他妈快。我几乎是在他身后不到十秒就走进来了。

隔间里没人，但时间已经是上午晚些时候，外面有动静。跑步的、骑车的、走路的、开车的，全在急匆匆地经过，让我很难集中注意力听里面的声音，判断我们会不会被人撞见。

就算我的心像打桩机一样在胸口狂跳，腿也在发抖，我还是看着杰克逊，慢慢走向他。

他的眼睛在我的裤裆、我的脸和门之间来回扫视。下一次他把视线落在我脸上的时候，他点头打了个招呼，然后又回到我的裤裆上，带着那永恒不变的得意笑容，好像在好奇我为什么还没把我的鸡巴掏出来。

我回头看了一眼门，看起来确实安静又安全，于是我一只手拉下短裤，另一只手握着我伸出的鸡巴。

我凑近的时候，他那下面闻起来很干净、很清新。那种干净内裤的 delicious 味道——鸡巴和蛋在里面那个温暖空间里待过之后的味道。

我细细品味着，然后看着杰克逊，知道自己应该道歉，但也高兴他好像不太在意。

我们的鸡巴都露在外面，我们俩都低头看着，然后我感觉到他手伸到我脖子后面，把我拉了过去。我的头靠在他脑袋旁边，感觉到他滚烫的呼吸喷在我身边——他的手也伸过来，轻轻握住我的鸡巴，温柔地抚摸着。

然后他转过头，把嘴唇压在我的嘴唇上。那方式对于当时的场景来说，太他妈亲密了。

但我让他亲了。可能是因为我为自己删了他号码而感到内疚，也可能是觉得他是个真他妈性感的家伙。

他身上有所有我在自己朋友身上欣赏的品质——冷静，自信，容易接近。所以，是他主动迈出了第一步——而我是永远不会那么做的。

就算有人走进来撞见我们，我几乎能想象杰克逊会跟他们对峙，问：“你他妈看什么？”

我回吻了他。

他的鸡巴顶着我的肚子，和我的鸡巴蹭在一起。我们俩的短裤都堆在大腿上，站在小便池前，手互相搂着对方的后背，把对方拉进一个紧紧的拥抱。

这太危险了。我试图断开吻，看向门口，但他那只霸道的手又会伸过来，把我的脸移回他面前。他眼里带着那种让我别担心的 intensity，他那肉感的嘴唇就会再次融化在我嘴上，我又迷失在吻里。

我们接吻的样子，就好像我们已经亲了很久很久，带着一种舒适的、亲密的熟悉感，但也带着一种令人兴奋的、新鲜的探索欲。

当他把舌头深长而充满激情地推进我嘴里，当我们俩的手都推着对方的后脑勺、加深着彼此的吻，当我感觉到他的鸡巴在我肚子上旋转、压着我的鸡巴时，我他妈想射了。

我轻轻地把鸡巴抽开一秒钟，他低头看了一眼，然后看向门口，跪了下去。跪下去的同时，他一只手握住我的鸡巴，张开嘴，准备吞下去。

他抬起头看着我，然后把我的龟头轻轻放在他舌尖上，温柔地、慢慢地把嘴张成 O 形。他紧闭嘴唇，吸着我的鸡巴，同时沿着茎身往下吞咽，直到吞到根部。

我操他妈的。

我忘了他舌头和喉咙有多丝滑了——我的鸡巴顺滑地滑进去，享受着那温暖。

我喜欢他抬头看我的样子。他的眼睛让我知道，每次我的整根鸡巴滑过他的嘴、进入他的喉咙时，他都他妈很满足。还有他发出的呻吟，以及他挑战自己极限时发出的干呕声——为了让鸡巴尽可能深入地 penetrating，就连我的蛋都在试图找个方式钻进他嘴里，好让他含住尽可能多的我。

又一次，像个菜鸟一样，我感觉到那射精的冲动又开始涌上来，所以我伸手按住了他的头。

他误会了，以为我愿意射了，于是他做好准备，调整姿势，准备迎接即将到来的东西。

我的本意是想吸他的鸡巴，但已经来不及了。

他又抬头看了我一眼——我的鸡巴一路滑进他喉咙最深处，那股冲动变成了不可抗拒的强迫，然后就是那个 tipping point。

“啊……”我开始射了，我的精液 erupting 进他嘴里，直接灌进他喉咙。他把我的鸡巴往外拔了一点，好更好地吸它，那股 intensity 让我往后一缩，但他不让我逃。他一边咕噜咕噜地呻吟着，一边用双手把我拉回来，让我的鸡巴留在他嘴里。

我射了好多，感觉像一条条小河不停地往他体内倾倒。一波又一波。

射完之后，我靠在他身上。他的双手支撑着我的腿，好像它们能感觉到没有支撑我就会瘫倒似的。

这让我笑了。

我完事了，然后感到一阵内疚。我知道我又会跑掉，把他晾在那儿。但这就是当你让对方先口的时候会发生的事。

我以为这是正常的、被接受的。

但杰克逊又一次让我吃了一惊——他上来，把他那沾满精液的舌头推进我嘴里，吻着我，同时在我旁边打手枪。

我不想显得没礼貌，所以我任由他发生，但对我来说，那个 moment 显然已经过了。

花了不到一分钟——所以我不用做太多——然后他的身体开始抽搐、绷紧，他低声呻吟着，杰克逊把他的子孙射在了厕所地板上。

他射了那么多，我都担心他还在用那黏糊糊的汁液浇地板的时候会有人进来。

但他完事了，拍了拍我的屁股。我们俩都赶紧拉上拉链，整理好自己。

“我们应该什么时候在床上干一次，”他说，走向门一边的水龙头。

我走到另一个水龙头前，快速冲洗了手，甩了甩，小心地不做出那甩手的可疑举动走出厕所。

他正要离开厕所的时候说：“给我发消息，”还加了个滑稽的眨眼——我喜欢这个。

当他走在我前面出去的时候，我骂自己删了他的号码，又没有勇气承认。

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喜欢这些故事？看看 Adam Norty 的《Slut》。[https://www.amazon.com/Slut-Insatiable-Apetite-Adam-Norty-ebook/dp/B08KTFMG7H/]

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