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Looking in the mirror, I appeared fitter and more toned, though considering the number of times I've gone `jogging', I should have no fat at all.

We still have sex, but it has waned somewhat. Sometimes when I visit the toilets, I come back extra horny, and after a shower, I'm climbing all over my wife. She can be a bit moody, so sometimes she's responsive, and at other times she tells me where to go.

On those occasions where she's sexually uninterested, I'll make an excuse to go to the toilet guilt free. Well, relatively feeling less of it anyway.

So it was that Sunday afternoon, after a leisurely brunch with close friends, which included my long-time friend Vivek and his wife, I was feeling a little restless and initiated sex.

"Handsome...I'm just feeling tired today. Sorry, is that okay?" she asked, one hand on the remote, and another absently stroking the back of my neck.

"Sure." I remember a time when such rejections meant I'd awkwardly disappear to the office for a discrete tug.

But instead, "I might go for a run."

"You're looking really fit!" she said appreciatingly and with a nod, but still more focused on Netflix than her fit husband.

I changed into my running shorts, put my joggers on and beelined for the local park. That Sunday, I had felt a little frustration, not necessarily from my wife's rebuff, but from the work week, so I did two laps of my local park first.

It was quite cool, so even though I built up quite a sweat, I didn't feel that I would have an odour.

That familiar excitement when I saw the toilet block and immediately scanned the area and adjacent carpark, always made my heart jackhammer. I slowed, and walked towards it casually, having learned to act indifferent as I strolled in.

That panicked shuffle when I walked through the doorway, then turned left and the urinal came into view, was more than just a little suspicious.

A man had turned to face the urinal real fast, and I just saw someone disappear from view towards the cubicle, and a second later, a cubicle door slammed.

Trying to be as unintrusive as I could, feeling like I'd just crashed a party that I wasn't sure I was invited to, I slowed right down and turned to the cubicles, intending to go hide in there and take stock.

But as I started to turn, I caught the side of the man's face at the urinal, and I stopped.

It was Jackson.

He turned to me, a grin spreading on his handsome face.

I approached, but stayed at the other end of the long urinal, still feeling like I'd just robbed whoever he'd been playing with of their moment.

But Jackson angled towards me, his smile turning to an intent gaze down at my shorts, and scanned my body, as though appreciating the efforts of my jogging.

His dick was stiff, and he wanked slowly at the urinal, looking back towards the cubicle, at whoever had fled when I'd walked in.

I couldn't see the cracks in the door to the cubicle, which meant whoever had gone in there couldn't see me, but they would easily see Jackson, as he turned to openly wank at the urinal.

I'd forgotten how huge his dick was, and how much foreskin the guy had, and also how muscular and toned he was. Standing at the urinal, I was incredibly turned on.

He motioned for whoever it was to come out of the cubicle with a hand, while motioning to me and my growing boner.

We both heard the latch of the cubicle click, and the door opened with a soft groan.

Still feeling like an intruder, I faced the urinal, pulled my dick out and slowly wanked it, being careful to keep my right hand extended so it was mostly obstructed.

Just in case.

The guy who'd fled into the cubicle pulled up alongside me and between Jackson and me. From the corner of my eye, I saw his dick come out and so I turned to get a good look at it.

It was a great thick dick, dark-skinned, with weirdly shaved pubic hairs around the base.

Beyond him, seemingly unfazed that his play had become a threesome, Jackson shifted closer to the guy and bent to suck him.

As he did that, I looked up for the first time to check out the guy he was sucking.

It was one of my best friends -- Vivek.

We'd met during university and become firm friends by our final year. His girlfriend, who he later married, introduced me to the woman I married, and their friendship helped to cement our friendship. While none of us had thought about children yet, I know Vivek's wife, and my wife had been joking with other women in our group that they would need to plan it, so we'd all remain on similar paths and have children at the same time. Vivek and I had given one another stricken looks.

Vivek and I didn't share secrets per se, but we laughed easily, could talk tech for hours, Marvel characters and frustrations of being husbands.

But standing in a public toilet next to Vivek, while Jackson sucked him off, was a secret I'm not sure I can cope with.

Due to immobility more than anything, I could not move.

Vivek had turned to look up at me as Jackson had gone down onto his modestly sized cock.

I watched as Vivek's face turned to horror when he recognised me, even as Jackson's lips slid from the top of his cock right down to his balls and my friend's cock disappeared into that expert throat.

There was a second there where all the world's conflict appeared in his eyes. I could see our friendship being questioned, his urge to flee, but also the sensation as some guy sucked his dick, which inevitably rooted him to the spot. It was also easy to see that his eyes softened when he realised that I was standing next to him with my hard dick out at the urinal.

We were there for the same reason, which is what stopped him from fleeing.

His eyes became fixated on my cock.

I'm going to guess for him, psychologically, fixing his stare on my dick was what saved his sanity. If he focused on my dick, then he was no longer standing next to one of his friends, and his secret was safe.

I read all of his turmoil like a book because I felt precisely the same emotions and fears.

The larger percentage of me that wanted to flee, was overcome by the smaller percent of me that was fucking excited by Jackson sucking Vivek's cock.

Having exchanged an awkward half-smile in greeting, and various other facial expressions, we returned to being horny men in a public toilet, furtively scanning the door and keeping our ears open for intruders.

Jackson reached beyond Vivek for my cock, and so Vivek shifted back slightly to accommodate us. He wanked Vivek, then sucked my dick, which was slightly bigger than Vivek's.

As Jackson sucked my dick at the urinal, I put an arm around Vivek. I did this to calm him, because his eyes were wild, like an animal trapped and ready to escape. But it also served to calm me.

After all, we were friends, and I hoped good enough to survive this.

When I put my arm around Vivek, Jackson must have sensed his fear, because his hand wanked my cock and he returned to sucking Vivek's.

Perhaps it was my arm reassuring him, or Jackson's mouth sucking his dick, but Vivek did seem to relax a bit, though he avoided my gaze, which was okay with me.

With a gentle hand, I pushed Vivek's bum towards Jackson, who had a mouth like a Hoover. And he had plenty of saliva going, which seemed to keep Vivek pretty happy.

That's when everything went to the next level.

I'm talking, epic levels.

Jackson sucked Vivek's dick, while I embraced him sideways and calmed him and reassured him.

But then Jackson stopped, stood close to Vivek, and kissed him on the lips in a familiar manner.

I realised then two things.

The first was, that I was very jealous.

And the second was, they'd been kissing before I'd come in.

But then the shock came.

Jackson's smirk, as he turned Vivek towards me, pulled his pants down and brought his cock into his arse, watching me the whole time, as though wanting to see my reaction.

Again, as Vivek was forced towards me, and bent over, I caught his eyes, and it was clear that this was a side of him that he didn't want me to see.

It happened so quickly that I don't think either of us had a chance to think about it too much.

Resuming all the things they'd been doing before I'd come in and interrupted them, Jackson bent Vivek over, his pants around his thighs, and slid his huge dick back inside my friend's arse.

Vivek's eyes bulged, but not in pain exactly. It was easy to see that this was something he'd been longing for. Perhaps something he'd been doing for a while. How was I to know the extent of Vivek's experience?

Things got weirder, as my hard dick was right in Vivek's face, while he held my hips for balance, so he sucked it.

He just put my dick in his mouth, while Jackson fucked him, and sucked me.

I turned to the doorway, realising that this position would be incredibly difficult to break away from should someone walk in, so I began praying that nobody would.

The momentum of Jackson's thrusts pushed Vivek's mouth deeper onto my cock.

He gagged on it, and I could feel the tightness of his throat as the tip of my dick stretched his limits.

Jackson grunted like a bear, muscular arms grabbing Vivek's arse with a ferocity that coupled with Vivek's warm mouth, brought me close.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one.

Jackson huffed in a way I'd heard before. He was a very vocal man, who it seemed could not be quiet.

He half-roared, half grunted, as he bucked his huge dick into Vivek's arse and forced Vivek to swallow me to the base. My balls smacked Vivek's chin hard, and I wanted to warn him that I was about to nut.

Something hot and wet hit my leg, as Jackson brought his hips harder into Vivek's arse, and I felt myself explode in Vivek's mouth.

Between us, Jackson and I had filled Vivek at both ends, but then I realised that Vivek had squirted at the same time. His juice was still jetting across the toilet floor, and across my joggers and my legs. Some even onto my shorts.

He came a lot. I bet Jackson had jizzed buckets.

One more surprise waited for me.

Vivek swallowed my jizz.

He stood, awkwardly pulled his pants up, buttoned up, turned to give Jackson a nod of appreciation, and then tapped me on the shoulder, he mumbled something, and rushed out of the toilet.

I started to put my dick away, looking at all the stickiness on the floor.

When I looked up at Jackson, he was tucking himself back together, and smirking at me.

"You didn't message me." It was a question with a smirk, that left me awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other.

"Um..." I started, but moved to the taps to wash my hands and rinse my cock.

He did the same from the other sink, then used some toilet paper to dry up.

I felt too awkward, and I was spent, so I left the toilet, assuming I'd see Jackson again at some point.

When I exited the carpark and walked to the main path, someone came up behind me.

I turned to see Jackson had caught up with me, and apparently he was going to walk with me for a while.

"If you're not interested, just say so," he asked me, watching me intently.

I had no idea what to say.

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洞里伸进来的玩意儿 - 第七章

作者： Fox Emerson
发布时间： 2021-05-18T00:00

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字数： 2146
来源： [[https://new.nifty.org/stories/what-came-through-the-hole-44027/7]]

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照镜子的时候，我看上去更健壮、线条也更好了——不过考虑到我"跑步"的次数，我身上应该一点肥肉都没有才对。

我们仍然做爱，但频率比之前少了一些。有时候我去完厕所回来，会格外欲火焚身，冲个澡之后就会爬到我老婆身上。她有时候情绪不太好，所以有时她会回应我，有时则会让我滚远点。

在她没性趣的时候，我就会找个借口去厕所，这样就能毫无罪恶感地打飞机了。好吧，至少罪恶感少一点。

就这样，那个星期天下午，和几个好朋友——包括我的老朋友维韦克和他老婆——一起吃了个悠闲的早午餐之后，我感到有点躁动不安，于是主动求欢。

"帅哥……我今天就是有点累。抱歉，可以吗？"她问，一只手拿着遥控器，另一只手漫不经心地摸着我的后脖子。

"当然。"我记得以前被这样拒绝的时候，我会尴尬地溜进办公室偷偷撸一炮。

但这次我说的是："我可能去跑个步。"

"你看起来真的健壮了不少！"她赞赏地说，点了点头，但注意力还是更多地放在 Netflix 上，而不是她健壮的老公身上。

我换上跑步短裤，套上运动裤，直奔本地的公园。那个星期天，我感到有点沮丧——不一定是被老婆拒绝的缘故，而是因为工作周的压力——所以我先在公园里跑了两圈。

天气挺凉的，所以虽然我出了一身汗，但我觉得应该没什么体味。

看到那间厕所的时候，那种熟悉的兴奋感又来了，我立刻扫视了一下周围和旁边的停车场。我的心跳得跟打桩机似的。我放慢脚步，装出一副无所谓的样子溜达进去，我早就学会该怎么装得满不在乎了。

但当我一跨过门口，左转，看到小便池的时候，那种慌张的碎步还是出卖了我——这太他妈可疑了。

一个男人飞快地转过身面对小便池，而我刚瞥见有人从视线里消失，跑进了隔间。下一秒，隔间的门"砰"地关上了。

我尽量不显得太冒昧——感觉自己像个不请自来的派对闯入者——我放慢速度，转向隔间那边，打算先躲进去稳住阵脚。

但就在我转身的时候，我扫到了小便池前那个男人的侧脸，然后我停住了。

那是杰克逊。

他转向我，英俊的脸上露出了灿烂的笑容。

我走近他，但停在了长长的小便池的另一头——我还是觉得，自己刚才打断了他正玩得开心的某人，心里有点过意不去。

但杰克逊朝我倾斜过来，笑容变成了凝视，盯着我的短裤，上下扫视着我的身体，好像在欣赏我跑步的成果。

他的鸡巴硬邦邦的，正站在小便池前慢慢地打着手枪，同时回头看着那个隔间——看着我进来时躲进去的那家伙。

我看不见隔间门上的缝隙，这意味着不管是谁躲进去了，都看不见我，但他们能清楚地看见杰克逊——他正毫无顾忌地站在小便池前打着飞机。

我都快忘了他鸡巴有多大了，那家伙的包皮有多长，还有他肌肉有多结实、线条有多好。站在小便池前，我他妈兴奋得不行。

他一边用手示意那家伙从隔间里出来，一边又朝我和我越来越硬的鸡巴努了努嘴。

我们俩都听见隔间的门锁咔哒一声响了，门带着一声轻微的呻吟打开了。

我仍然觉得自己是个闯入者，于是面对小便池，掏出鸡巴，慢慢地打着手枪，小心翼翼地伸出右手挡住大部分视线。

以防万一。

那个躲进隔间的家伙走到我身边，挤在杰克逊和我之间。从眼角余光里，我看见他的鸡巴也掏了出来，于是我转头仔细看了看。

那是一根很棒的大粗鸡巴，深色皮肤，根部周围奇怪地剃光了阴毛。

越过他，杰克逊似乎一点也不在乎自己的双人戏变成了三人行——他凑近那家伙，弯下腰开始吸他。

趁他吸的时候，我第一次抬起头，打量了一下正在被他吸的那个家伙。

那是我最好的朋友之一——维韦克。

我们是在大学认识的，到大四的时候已经成了铁哥们。他的女朋友——后来成了他老婆——把我介绍给了我现在的老婆，她们的友谊也巩固了我们的友情。虽然我们谁都没考虑过要孩子，但我知道维韦克的老婆和我老婆已经在我们那群女性朋友里开过玩笑，说她们得计划一下，这样我们能步调一致，同时生孩子。当时维韦克和我互相交换了一个惊恐的眼神。

维韦克和我之间并没有什么秘密，但我们笑点很合，能聊好几个小时的技术话题、漫威角色，以及当老公的各种操蛋事。

但现在站在公共厕所里，站在维韦克身边，看着杰克逊吸他的鸡巴——这个秘密，我不知道自己能不能承受。

与其说是别的什么，不如说是身体僵住了——我根本动不了。

当杰克逊含住维韦克那根尺寸适中的鸡巴时，维韦克转头看向我。

我看着维韦克的脸在认出我的瞬间变成了惊恐——即使杰克逊的嘴唇正从他的鸡巴头一路滑到他的蛋，我朋友的鸡巴正消失在那个专家级的喉咙里。

有那么一瞬间，世界上所有的矛盾冲突都浮现在他眼里。我能看到我们的友谊正在被质疑，他想逃跑的冲动，但同时，一个男人正在吸他鸡巴的快感又不可避免地把他钉在了原地。同样显而易见的是，当他意识到我正站在他旁边、在便池前掏出硬鸡巴的时候，他的眼神软化了。

我们出现在这里的原因是一样的——正是这一点阻止了他逃跑。

他的眼睛死死盯着我的鸡巴。

我猜，对他来说，从心理层面讲，把视线锁定在我的鸡巴上，是拯救他理智的方式。如果他专注于我的鸡巴，那么他就不是站在他朋友旁边，他的秘密也就安全了。

他所有的矛盾和挣扎，我全都读懂了——因为我也感受到了完全一样的情绪和恐惧。

我想逃跑的那部分占了上风，但另一小部分我被杰克逊吸维韦克鸡巴这事儿刺激得他妈兴奋得要死——这一小部分压过了想逃跑的那部分。

我们互相交换了一个尴尬的、半笑不笑的打招呼表情，还有其他各种面部表情，然后我们又变回了公共厕所里两个欲火焚身的男人，偷偷摸摸地扫视着门口，竖起耳朵听着有没有人闯进来。

杰克逊伸手越过维韦克，抓住了我的鸡巴，于是维韦克微微后退了一点，给我们腾出空间。他一边给维韦克打手枪，一边吸我的鸡巴——我的鸡巴比维韦克的大一点点。

杰克逊在小便池前吸我鸡巴的时候，我伸出一条胳膊搂住了维韦克。我这么做是为了让他冷静下来，因为他的眼神很狂乱，像一只被困住、随时准备逃跑的野兽。但这也让我自己冷静了下来。

毕竟，我们是朋友。我希望我们的友情足够坚固，能扛过这一关。

我把胳膊搭在维韦克身上的时候，杰克逊肯定感觉到了他的恐惧——因为他一只手继续给我打手枪，嘴又回去吸维韦克的鸡巴了。

也许是我搂着他的胳膊让他安心，也许是杰克逊吸他鸡巴的嘴让他享受——维韦克看起来确实放松了一点，但他还是回避着我的目光，这我倒无所谓。

我轻轻推了推维韦克的屁股，让他朝杰克逊靠过去。杰克逊的嘴像吸尘器一样，口水又多，看起来让维韦克挺爽的。

就在这时候，事情升级到了下一个层次。

我指的是——史诗级的层次。

杰克逊吸着维韦克的鸡巴，而我侧身搂着他，安抚他，让他放心。

但然后杰克逊停了下来，紧贴着维韦克站起来，用一种很熟悉的方式亲上了他的嘴唇。

那一刻我意识到两件事。

第一，我他妈嫉妒得要死。

第二，他们在我进来之前就已经在亲了。

但震惊的还在后面。

杰克逊坏笑着，把维韦克转向我，拉下他的裤子，把他的鸡巴插进了维韦克的屁眼——整个过程一直盯着我，好像想看看我的反应。

同样，当维韦克被迫转向我、弯下腰的时候，我捕捉到了他的眼神。很明显，这是他不想让我看到的他的一面。

事情发生得太快，我觉得我们俩谁都没来得及多想。

杰克逊继续做着他们在我进来打扰之前一直在做的事——他把维韦克按弯下腰，裤子褪到大腿上，把他那根巨大的鸡巴重新插回我朋友的屁眼里。

维韦克的眼睛瞪得溜圆，但似乎并不完全是痛苦。很明显，这是他渴望已久的事。也许他已经干过一阵子了。我怎么知道维韦克到底有多少经验？

事情变得更诡异了——我的硬鸡巴正好在维韦克脸前，而他为了保持平衡抓着我的屁股，所以他开始吸我的鸡巴。

他就那么把我的鸡巴塞进嘴里，一边让杰克逊操他，一边吸我。

我转向门口，意识到如果有人走进来，这姿势想脱身简直难上加难——所以我开始祈祷千万别有人来。

杰克逊每次挺腰的冲击力都把维韦克的嘴更深地压到我的鸡巴上。

他被噎住了，我能感觉到他喉咙的紧窒——我的龟头正撑到他的极限。

杰克逊像头熊一样低吼着，肌肉发达的双臂凶狠地抓着维韦克的屁股——加上维韦克那温暖的嘴，我他妈快要到了。

显然，我不是唯一一个。

杰克逊发出了一种我以前听过的哼声。他是个动静很大的男人，好像根本安静不下来。

他半吼半哼地喘着，把他那根巨大的鸡巴猛顶进维韦克的屁眼里，同时逼着维韦克把我的鸡巴吞到根部。我的蛋狠狠拍在维韦克的下巴上，我想警告他我快射了。

一股又热又湿的东西溅到我的腿上——杰克逊把屁股更狠地撞进维韦克的屁眼里，而我感觉自己也在维韦克嘴里爆炸了。

我们俩，杰克逊和我，从两头灌满了维韦克。但然后我才意识到，维韦克也在同一时间射了。他的精液还在喷，越过厕所地板，溅到我的运动裤和腿上。有些甚至喷到了我的短裤上。

他射了好多。我打赌杰克逊肯定也射了一大桶。

还有一个惊喜在等着我。

维韦克把我的精液咽了下去。

他站起来，尴尬地拉上裤子，系好扣子，转身冲杰克逊感激地点了点头，然后拍了拍我的肩膀，咕哝了一句什么，冲出了厕所。

我开始收起我的鸡巴，看着地板上所有的黏糊。

当我抬头看杰克逊的时候，他也在整理自己的裤子，正冲我坏笑着。

"你没给我发消息。"这个问题带着坏笑，让我尴尬地两脚来回换着重心。

"呃……"我开口说，但走到水龙头前洗手，顺便冲了冲我的鸡巴。

他从另一个洗手台做了同样的事，然后用卫生纸擦干。

我感觉太尴尬了，人也虚脱了，所以我就离开了厕所，想着以后某个时候应该还会再见到杰克逊。

当我走出停车场，走到主路上的时候，有人从后面追上了我。

我转头一看，是杰克逊赶了上来——显然他是想跟我一起走一段。

"你要是没兴趣，就直说。"他问我，眼睛死死盯着我。

我他妈根本不知道该说什么。

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