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My birthday was coming up, and my wife asked me what I wanted. I told her what she wanted to hear, and decided to keep what I really wanted to myself. After all, I'm more than a little confident she wouldn't understand.

When I'd left the toilet and Jackson had followed me, I'd almost let him veer off before I gave in, turned to him, and gave him an awkward smile. I'm not one to fess up very often, but this felt like one of those times in which I should. For some reason I had felt a little connection with Jackson, like a kindred spirit perhaps, so I went with my gut feeling and told him the truth.

"I was a bit scared and deleted your number, but later regretted it. I'm sorry," I'd said simply.

He'd done this little thing where he stroked his chin for a while and his eyes squeezed almost closed, before fixing me with a cheesy grin and saying, "Sounds to me like you need to make it up to me!"

Of course I laughed, "Sure! I'll happily suck your cock."

He watched me with a secret bursting in his eyes. "I was thinking more like, fucking that hot, tight arse of yours actually."

Naturally, I laughed. I knew he was serious, and we joked a little. But then he realised.

"Wait...so, I'd be your first?" he laughed.

By this point, we'd walked half the park, which is quite large.

"I'm not sure it's my thing," which was a big lie. I'd been watching a few videos that led to fucking, and I wondered what it was like to do both, but the size of Jackson's dick scared me.

"I have an idea...no pressure, but how about, you come to my place when my wife's away for the weekend in a couple of weeks. We can have a few drinks, relax a bit, and give it a shot?" he asked, hanging onto my response.

I did like the idea of trying it, and told him I'd consider it. He gave me his number again, and then demanded I give him mine. When he promised he wouldn't send me suggestive texts in the middle of the night and that he'd act discretely, I agreed. Before I'd even ventured far from him, he'd sent me a text to confirm he had the right number.

As we rounded a bend, to a bit that overlooks a lake, we were surrounded by thick bush. He paused, and I assumed he was going in his own direction.

But he didn't.

He walked into the bush, which had a worn path. I stood on the main path and gaped, not quite sure if he was going to pee or what.

But Jackson turned and watched me, as though waiting. When I took one step in his direction, he disappeared into the bushes. I quickly checked around me, and nobody was around, so I quickly ducked to the bush and followed him.

There was a spacious area that was well hidden from the path. It was like a little room covered in leaves. I looked around, absolutely shocked that such a hidden spot was possible.

It did not surprise me that Jackson knew about it.

As I entered, he stood with a big grin, and his dick hanging out through his zipper.

I began to smile, but he stepped forward, and with big arms, enveloped me into a hug, while lifting my face up to his. He kissed me and I felt my dick go rocket hard.

We had both just jizzed in the toilet, both emptied our balls into Vivek, yet someone was horny again, and I wasn't surprised.

The cheeky grin had not disappeared, and so Jackson dropped to his knees and sucked my dick.

I looked around, but already knew we weren't being observed and wouldn't be. Anyone coming would make noise and we'd have time to separate.

But I needn't worry, because Jackson sucked well and he did it with a slow, wanking hand.

I realised that it got me off really quick.

My dick wasn't even in his mouth for a minute before I could feel the urge to nut.

And so I did, and Jackson let it spurt into his mouth and even as I gave him all of it, he swallowed it and gagged on it.

When he came away, he smiled, and I could see he'd swallowed it all.

He'd jizzed all over my joggers too.

We quickly left the bush, and finally, he turned around and grinned, while holding up the phone, before walking off.

He had my number now.

We had some dinner and drinks with close friends for my birthday, but Vivek had developed a stomach bug and sent his apologies. His wife came without him, apologising profusely and relaying his regards, which was odd, because he normally just called or messaged me himself. I told her I understood, and deep down, I did, but I was still upset about it.

I'd figured that if I could get past it, perhaps he could too. At some point, I might need to corner him by himself and have a conversation to clear the air. Though that was easier said than done.

Regardless, it was a great night, we all drank too much, made more memories, and toasted to many more celebrations together.

That weekend was a long weekend, and the Sunday night my wife went to a women's overnight retreat with two of her girlfriends for the night for a luxurious massage and champagne evening, followed by yoga and meditation.

The timing was not accidental, given I'd suggested it, found the alleged discount voucher, and bought it for her, then suggested her friends go with her.

Alone on a Sunday, with no wife until Monday, and free to do as I pleased, I chose to accept Jackson's invitation.

A bottle of good Whiskey in hand, I drove over to Jackson's address, which wasn't that far away from mine, and parked in his driveway.

His house was impressively large and suited the neighbourhood well, with two and a half stories, a double-garage and white picket fence.

I thought the guy was taking too much risk however, but kept that musing to myself.

Jackson opened the door wearing a naughty grin, grey shorts, and a baggy white tee and stood barefoot.

"Hey buddy, come in," he said, highly likely more for the neighbours than for me, but I liked the sound of being called his buddy.

Jackson's house was as impressive on the inside as it was on the outside, with tasteful decor and not too crowded furniture. He led me to the main living area, which faced an impressively large television. On it, was some high quality, bisexual porn.

"Whoa..." I couldn't help but stammer and sat on the soft, large sofa.

He looked concerned. "Is this not okay?"

I quickly reassured him it was. "No, no! Not what I meant. It's just that...well, it feels all so out in the open here. Aren't you afraid that..."

"...my wife will come home?" he continued for me, a tight jawline that held up a smirk on his handsome face.

"Um, er...yeah." I shrugged, but looked around as though expecting her to come in at any moment.

"She got a 3-hour train this morning, and I'm picking her up tomorrow evening. She's got a tracker device hidden in her suitcase, which I checked today, and she's definitely at her hotel."

I started at him, disbelieving. "You put a tracker on your wife?"

It was his turn to shrug. "Only way to ensure we won't be interrupted. Also for her safety."

There was no point faulting his logic, even if it bothered me.

Somehow, I relaxed a little, but occasionally looked over my shoulder towards the doorway regardless.

The blonde girl in the video was overly made-up, far too slutty to be attractive, with eyes that proved she was high off her chops, but one of the guys was incredibly sexy, with muscles not much more defined than Jackson's, and handsome, rugged looks.

This guy was getting fucked by a black guy, who had a dick only slightly smaller than Jackson's.

"Looks painful," I said.

"Only for a few seconds," Jackson said, pouring us both a Whiskey from his own stash.

"What happens after a few seconds?" I asked, eyes glued to the close-up of a black dick sliding in and out of the rugged guy's arse.

"Your arsehole starts to relax, you start to enjoy it and feel less pain, and more pleasure."

"And if I don't relax and enjoy it?" I asked him, finally turning to watch him.

He shrugged. "Then you bite the pillow, and hope I'll jizz pretty soon," he downed the scotch while watching the porn. Then slowly turned to face me, even as my jaw slowly dropped open.

"Kidding," he added. "If you don't like it, you can fuck me."

"Do you like it?" I asked him.

"Sometimes," he said, watching the blonde girl try and focus on the rugged guy's cock.

It wasn't awkward exactly, but I felt like Jackson was waiting for something.

We sipped our drinks in silence, and watched the bi porn with interest. I wasn't hard, in fact I was quite turned off by it.

A short time later, as I started to feel a healthy dose of buzz from the alcohol, Jackson said. "You're not hard. Nervous?" he was staring at the bulge in my shorts.

I shrugged. "It's not really turning me on. Not sure if it's the girl or what. She's too..." I didn't know how to finish, but luckily Jackson seemed to get it.

He nodded. "Yeah. Not really my type." He navigated to a new site with his phone, and selected gay porn onto the big T.V.

A Doctor' and a builder' were standing in an office.

"I have an itch deep inside me that I can't seem to scratch," the builder complained to the Doctor.

I laughed, and pretty soon Jackson did too.

It relaxed the atmosphere a little, but the porn was a lot better, so it made a big difference.

He slid over to right next to me and the awkwardness dialled up a little, but then he put an arm around my shoulders, and a hand on my bulge, while gently massaging it, and watching my reaction.

I kept my focus on the porn for a few more seconds, but then looked down at his strong hand as it massaged my quickly growing boner.

"That's better," he said, as my rock-hard dick began to protest against my shorts.

His hand felt good, and warmed me up quite quickly. When I turned to look at him, he was watching me intently, with a gaze that made me a little uncomfortable.

He leaned in too close, and his lips were right next to mine. I watched his face, and felt the compulsion to turn away.

But I kissed him instead.

Again, I felt that jolt when our lips touched that seemed to echo through my body and made my dick throb.

Apparently he felt it too, because he swivelled to sit on my lap, faced me and pushed his body into me. I could feel his huge dick press against my belly as he leaned in and kissed me again.

Fuck.

It was warm, and comfortable on that sofa, and somehow we went from sitting, to laying down. Clothes dissolved while we kissed, and he pushed me down with a ferociousness I hadn't experienced since my wedding day.

When he pulled my t-shirt off, and he saw my bare chest, his eyes lit up.

"You've been working out," he said breathlessly, and kissed me again.

It was a bit awkward, in that we hit a level of intimacy I wasn't expecting.

An intimacy I hadn't experienced with anyone except my wife.

But it didn't seem to bother Jackson, as his lips melted into mine with a deep, long, passionate kiss, while his hands massaged the back of my neck, my ears, my head, my shoulders, and occasionally, as our dicks pressed and rubbed against each other, his tongue would trail along my neck and sometimes venture into my ears.

Nobody had ever put a tongue in my ear, and it made me wanna nut so bad.

His hot breath, as his dick moved tightly against mine, made me pretty close to jizz, but I held off.

He jumped up, grabbed my hand, and led me to his bedroom. I could tell right away it was not their bedroom, but a spare room, by the generic sparse furnishing and lack of intimate objects.

The bed was comfortable and soft, but the minute we lay on it naked, and he was back on top kissing me, I forgot where I was.

The passion reached new levels with Jackson. When his tongue immersed itself in my mouth, and his dick rubbed against mine once more, I drew back, so close, trying not to jizz.

Jackson sensed this, because then he trailed down, licking around my chest and my nipples, and down along my belly and around my balls. He sniffed them for a while, apparently enjoying my man-scent.

Before I knew it, my dick disappeared inside his mouth with loud sucking and slurping. His mouth was so hot, and firm as it swallowed my dick whole. He alternated between my balls, the head of my cock and swallowing my cock again repeatedly.

Then he came up and kissed me while lifting me onto his lap, and I felt his cock rub against the hole of my arse.

I opened my mouth to tell him that I didn't think I could do it, but he lifted me up, twisted me around and grabbed my waist, pulled me up and towards him, and shoved his tongue into my arse.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Doggy style is not a position that I've ever thought I'd be in for my birthday weekend, but being naked with Jackson in his bed, was what I'd been thinking about a lot for some time.

On all fours, with Jackson eating out my arse, my thoughts raced.

Would I let him? He was huge. I'm not sure I have it in me. Thinking about it is one thing, but he was very big. I began to list how I'd reject him before he'd even begun.

It felt a bit like a dream, and surreal, as he flipped me again, put a bottle of poppers to me, then kissed me while the tip of his dick pushed at my arsehole.

Whatever that poppers was, put me in a very dreamlike state and also made me relax a lot.

Smirking at me, a hand reaching over for lube, and then his dick trying to gently wiggle a way in there, while I stared at him wondering what the hell poppers was.

"I don't think I can," I started, but Jackson's lips came down into mine as I felt him trying to push in even further.

"Okay, we won't then," he said, but continued to slide in and out of me.

I could feel him fucking me, but I knew he was only in a little bit.

Instead of moving off me, he gave me more from the little bottle and then kissed me some more.

My legs wrapped around his waist as I felt him sliding deep into me. I'm not sure how far he got in, but the look on his face was ecstasy. He kept nodding, smiling -- so cheeky, but grunted as he fucked me. He'd built a little rhythm, and looked like he was completely in heaven.

And then he was close, I could tell, and I was too. His dick seemed to be hitting that spot where my orgasms always start.

He seemed to be fucking that very spot.

Fuck.

And as I felt it begin to erupt, I watched his face spasm, and his eyes almost roll all the way back as he nutted with an explosive grunt, a half roar like I'd heard in the toilets when he'd fucked Vivek, and his body tensed, even as his dick plunged all the way right deep inside me.

My jizz splashed us in waves, between his chest and mine, and our faces.

We were covered.

Eruption isn't even the word. It's like when he fucked me, he fucked the jizz out. It shot out in multiple directions like mini jets of molten lava and stuck to us.

And then he collapsed on top of me, kissing my neck, panting heavily, and covered in a sheen of sweat.

I can't tell you how long we lay like that in total, but I did not have the energy to move a muscle.

At some point, Jackson slid off me and rolled to my side, and lay half draped across me, both slowly trying to catch our breath.

I didn't know what to say, and I opened my mouth a couple of times, but felt this enormous wave of tiredness.

I fell asleep.

And woke up with sun streaming through the windows and Jackson spooning me.

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洞里伸进来的玩意儿 - 第八章

作者： Fox Emerson
发布时间： 2021-05-25T00:00

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字数： 3041
来源： [[https://new.nifty.org/stories/what-came-through-the-hole-44027/8]]

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我生日快到了，老婆问我想要什么。我说了她想听的话，至于我自己真正想要什么——我决定烂在肚子里。毕竟，我他妈相当肯定她理解不了。

那天我从厕所出来，杰克逊跟着我的时候，我差点就让他自己走开了。但最后我还是没忍住，转过身，冲他尴尬地笑了笑。我不是那种经常坦白的人，但这次感觉是时候了。不知道为什么，我觉得和杰克逊之间有那么一点联系——也许是同类相吸吧——所以我跟着直觉走，跟他说了实话。

“我有点害怕，就把你号码删了，后来后悔了。对不起。”我简单地说。

他做了个小动作——摸了摸下巴，眼睛眯成一条缝，然后给了我一个痞痞的坏笑，说：“听起来你得补偿我才行！”

我当然笑了：“行啊！我很乐意吸你的鸡巴。”

他看着我，眼睛里藏着什么秘密。“我更想的是……操你那个紧热的小屁眼。”

我当然笑了。我知道他是认真的，我们开了几句玩笑。但然后他反应过来了。

“等等……那我就是你的第一次了？”他笑着说。

到这时候，我们已经走过了半个公园——这公园还挺大的。

“我不确定那是不是我的菜。”——这他妈是个大谎话。我早就看过不少肛交的视频了，一直在想两边都试试是什么感觉，但杰克逊的鸡巴尺寸真他妈吓到我了。

“我有个主意……没压力，就是——几周后我老婆要出门过周末，你来我家。我们喝几杯，放松一下，试试看？”他问，等着我的回答。

我确实挺想试试的，就跟他说我会考虑。他又给了我一次号码，然后逼我也把我的给他。他保证不会半夜给我发什么暗示性的短信，会低调行事，我就同意了。我还没走远，他就发了条短信过来，确认号码没错。

我们拐过一个弯，来到一片能俯瞰湖面的地方，周围都是茂密的灌木丛。他停下来，我以为他要走另一边了。

但他没有。

他走进了灌木丛——里面有一条踩出来的小路。我站在主路上，张着嘴，不确定他是不是要去撒尿还是干什么。

但杰克逊转过身看着我，好像在等我。我刚朝他迈了一步，他就消失在灌木丛里了。我赶紧看了看周围，没人，于是我飞快地钻进了灌木丛，跟了上去。

里面有一片挺宽敞的地方，从路上完全看不见。就像一个小房间，地上铺满了落叶。我环顾四周，完全震惊了——这种隐蔽的地方居然存在。

杰克逊知道这个地方，我倒是一点都不意外。

我走进去的时候，他站在那儿，脸上挂着一个大大的坏笑，鸡巴已经从拉链缝里露了出来。

我开始笑了，但他走上前，用那双大胳膊把我搂进怀里，同时抬起我的脸。他吻了我，我感觉自己的鸡巴硬得像火箭一样。

我们俩刚才在厕所里都射过了，都把精液灌进了维韦克身体里，但有人又他妈硬了——我一点都不意外。

那坏笑还没消失，杰克逊就跪了下去，吸住了我的鸡巴。

我看了一圈周围，但已经知道没人看得见我们，也不会有人来。如果有人走过来，肯定会有动静，我们有足够时间分开。

但我根本不用操这个心，因为杰克逊口活儿太好了，一边吸还一边慢慢地打手枪。

我意识到这让我很快就爽到了临界点。

我的鸡巴在他嘴里连一分钟都没待够，我就感觉到那股射精的冲动了。

然后我就射了。杰克逊让精液喷进他嘴里，就算我把所有存货都给了他，他还是咽了下去，呛了一下。

当他抬起头的时候，他笑了，我能看出来他把所有东西都吞干净了。

他也把我的运动裤上射得到处都是。

我们赶紧离开了灌木丛。最后，他转过身，咧嘴一笑，朝我晃了晃手机，然后走了。

他拿到我的号码了。

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我生日那天，我们和几个好朋友一起吃了晚饭、喝了酒。但维韦克说他肠胃不舒服，让人带话道歉了。他老婆自己来了，拼命道歉，还转达了他的问候——这很奇怪，因为他通常都是自己打电话或者发消息给我的。我跟她说我理解，但内心深处，我还是挺难受的。

我想，如果我能迈过这道坎，也许他也能。也许什么时候，我得单独找他谈谈，把话说开。不过说起来容易做起来难。

不管怎样，那是个很棒的夜晚。我们都喝多了，又留下了很多回忆，也为以后更多的庆祝干杯。

那个周末是个长周末。星期天晚上，我老婆和两个闺蜜去参加了一个女性过夜静修，享受豪华按摩和香槟之夜，然后是瑜伽和冥想。

这个时间安排绝不是巧合——因为是我提议的，我找到了所谓的折扣券，买给她，然后又建议她闺蜜们陪她一起去。

星期天一个人在家，老婆星期一才回来，想干什么就干什么——我选择了接受杰克逊的邀请。

我手里拿着一瓶好威士忌，开车去了杰克逊的地址——离我家不算远，把车停在他车道上。

他的房子大得惊人，跟周围的社区很搭——两层半小楼，双车库，白色尖桩篱笆。

我觉得这家伙冒的风险也太大了，但没把这话说出口。

杰克逊打开门，脸上挂着一个顽皮的坏笑，穿着灰色短裤和一件宽松的白 T 恤，光着脚站在门口。

“嘿，哥们，进来。”他说——很可能更多是说给邻居听的，而不是给我，但我喜欢听他叫我哥们。

杰克逊的房子里面跟外面一样气派——品味不错的装饰，家具也不拥挤。他带我去了主客厅，面朝一台巨大的电视。屏幕上正放着高清的双性恋色情片。

“哇……”我忍不住结巴了一下，坐到了那张柔软的大沙发上。

他看起来有点担心：“这个不行吗？”

我赶紧说行。“没有，没有！我不是那意思。只是……嗯，这一切都太公开了。你难道不怕……”

“……我老婆回来？”他替我说完了下半句，下巴紧绷着，俊脸上却挂着一个得意的笑容。

“呃，嗯……对。”我耸耸肩，但还是四处看了看，好像她随时会冲进来一样。

“她今天早上坐了三小时火车出门，我明天晚上才去接她。她行李箱里有个追踪器，我今天查过了，她确实在酒店里。”

我盯着他，不敢相信：“你给你老婆装了追踪器？”

这次轮到他耸肩了。“这是确保我们不会被干扰的唯一办法。也是为了她的安全。”

我没办法反驳他的逻辑，虽然这让我有点不舒服。

不知怎的，我放松了一点，但还是时不时回头看门口。

视频里的金发女郎妆化得太浓了，骚得太假了，一点都不吸引人。她的眼神证明她嗑药嗑嗨了。但其中一个男的真他妈性感——肌肉线条比杰克逊差不了多少，长相粗犷英俊。

这家伙正在被一个黑人干着，那黑人的鸡巴比杰克逊的只小那么一点点。

“看起来好疼。”我说。

“就疼几秒钟。”杰克逊说着，从他的存货里给我们俩各倒了一杯威士忌。

“几秒钟之后呢？”我问，眼睛死死盯着屏幕上那根黑鸡巴在粗犷男屁眼里进进出出的特写。

“你的屁眼开始放松，你开始享受，疼痛越来越少，快感越来越多。”

“那如果我不放松、不享受呢？”我问他，终于转头看着他。

他耸耸肩。“那你就咬枕头，祈祷我快点射出来。”他说完一口干了威士忌，继续看着色情片。然后他慢慢转头看着我——我的下巴慢慢掉了下来。

“开玩笑的，”他补了一句。“你要是不喜欢，你可以操我。”

“你喜欢被操吗？”我问他。

“有时候。”他说，看着屏幕里金发女郎努力想含住粗犷男的鸡巴。

气氛倒也不是特别尴尬，但我觉得杰克逊在等什么。

我们安静地啜饮着酒，饶有兴趣地看着双性恋色情片。我没硬起来——事实上，这片子把我给看萎了。

过了一会儿，我开始感觉到酒精带来的微醺。杰克逊说：“你没硬。紧张？”他盯着我短裤上的鼓包。

我耸耸肩。“这片子真不太能勾起我的性欲。不知道是不是因为那个女的，还是什么。她太……”我不知道该怎么说完，但幸运的是，杰克逊好像懂了。

他点了点头。“嗯，也不是我的菜。”他用手机导航到一个新网站，然后把男同色情片投屏到了大电视上。

一个“医生”和一个“建筑工”正站在一间办公室里。

“我体内深处有股痒，怎么也挠不到。”建筑工向医生抱怨道。

我笑了，杰克逊也很快跟着笑了。

这让气氛轻松了一点。但这色情片好多了，所以效果天差地别。

他滑到我身边，紧挨着我坐下。尴尬感又升级了一点，但然后他伸出一条胳膊搂住我的肩膀，另一只手放在我的鼓包上，开始轻轻揉搓，同时观察我的反应。

我又看了几秒钟色情片，然后低头看着他强壮的手正揉搓着我迅速胀大的鸡巴。

“好多了。”他说，这时我那硬邦邦的鸡巴已经开始在短裤里抗议了。

他的手感觉真他妈好，很快就让我热了起来。当我转头看他时，他正专注地看着我，眼神让我有点不自在。

他靠得太近了，嘴唇几乎贴着我的嘴唇。我看着他的脸，感觉到一股想转开头的冲动。

但取而代之的是，我吻了他。

又一次，当我们的嘴唇碰在一起时，那股震颤传遍全身，让我的鸡巴比刚才更硬了。

显然他也感觉到了，因为他转了个身，跨坐在我大腿上，面对着我，把身体压进我怀里。我能感觉到他那巨大的鸡巴抵着我的肚子，他俯下身，又吻了我一次。

操。

很温暖，在那张沙发上也很舒服。不知怎的，我们从坐着变成了躺着。衣服在我们接吻时一件件消失。他用一种自从我结婚那天起就没体验过的凶猛劲儿把我推倒在沙发上。

当他扯掉我的 T 恤，看到我赤裸的胸膛时，他的眼睛亮了起来。

“你一直在健身。”他气喘吁吁地说，然后又吻了我。

有点尴尬——因为我们触及到了某种我没有预料到的亲密程度。一种除了我老婆之外，我从未和任何人体验过的亲密。

但杰克逊似乎并不在意。他那肉感的嘴唇带着一个漫长、深沉、热烈的吻融化在我嘴上，同时他的手揉搓着我的后颈、耳朵、头、肩膀——偶尔，当我们的鸡巴互相挤压摩擦时，他的舌头会沿着我的脖子滑下去，偶尔钻进我的耳朵里。

从来没人把舌头伸进过我耳朵里，那感觉让我他妈差点当场射出来。

他滚烫的呼吸，加上他的鸡巴紧紧地在我身上摩擦，让我离射精就差那么一点——但我忍住了。

他跳起来，抓住我的手，带我进了他的卧室。我一眼就认出那不是他们的主卧，而是一间客房——陈设简单，没有私人物品。

床很舒服，很柔软。但当我们光着身子躺在上面，他又压上来吻我的时候，我忘记了自己在哪里。

激情和杰克逊一起达到了新的高度。当他的舌头探进我嘴里，他的鸡巴再次摩擦着我的鸡巴时，我往后退了一点——太近了——拼命忍着不射。

杰克逊感觉到了，于是他的舌头一路向下，舔过我的胸膛和乳头，沿着我的肚子向下，绕过我的蛋。他闻了好一会儿我的蛋，显然很享受我的男人味。

还没等我反应过来，我的鸡巴就消失在他嘴里了——伴随着响亮的吸吮和咂舌声。他的嘴真他妈热，真他妈紧实，把我的鸡巴整根吞了进去。他在我的蛋、我的龟头和反复吞我整根鸡巴之间来回切换。

然后他抬起头，把我拉到他的大腿上，吻着我。我感觉到他的鸡巴蹭着我的屁眼。

我张开嘴，想告诉他我觉得我做不到，但他把我抬起来，转了一圈，抓住我的腰，把我拉向他，然后把他的舌头插进了我的屁眼。

耶稣基督操他妈。

狗爬式——我从没想过会在生日周末摆出这个姿势。但光着身子和杰克逊躺在他床上，正是我这段时间一直在想的事。

四肢着地，被杰克逊舔着屁眼，我的思绪疯狂转动着。

我能让他干吗？他太大了。我不确定我装得下。光是想是一回事，但他真的很大。我脑子里开始列各种拒绝他的理由——甚至还没等他开始。

这一切感觉有点像梦，超现实。他把我又翻了过来，把一小瓶 poppers 递到我鼻子下面，然后吻了我——同时他的龟头顶住了我的屁眼。

那玩意儿不知道是什么，把我带入了一种梦幻般的状态，也让我彻底放松下来。

他对我坏笑着，伸出手去够润滑剂。然后他的鸡巴开始轻轻扭动着往里钻——而我盯着他，心想这他妈到底是什么东西。

“我觉得我不行。”我开口说，但杰克逊的嘴唇压住了我的嘴——同时我感觉到他正在往里推进更多。

“好吧，那就不干了。”他说。但他继续在我体内进进出出。

我能感觉到他在干我，但我知道他只进去了一小截。

他没有从我身上移开，而是又给我闻了一次那小瓶子，然后继续吻我。

我的腿环住他的腰，感觉到他正深深滑进我体内。我不知道他进去了多少，但他脸上的表情是极乐。他不停地点着头，微笑着——那么痞——但一边干我一边哼着。他建立了一个小小的节奏，看起来就像在天堂里。

然后他快到了——我能看出来——我也是。他的鸡巴似乎正好顶到了我高潮总是开始的那个点。

他好像就在操那个点。

操。

当我感觉到那股爆发开始的时候，我看着他的脸痉挛，眼睛几乎翻白——伴随着一声爆炸性的闷哼，半吼半喘——就像我在厕所里听他干维韦克时发出的声音一样——他的身体绷紧了，鸡巴同时一插到底，深深埋进了我体内。

我的精液一波波溅在我们之间——他的胸膛和我的胸膛之间，还有我们脸上。

我们浑身都是。

“爆发”这个词都不足以形容。就好像他干我的时候，把我的精液都干出来了。它像几道迷你熔岩流一样射向四面八方，粘在我们身上。

然后他瘫倒在我身上，吻着我的脖子，大口大口喘着气，浑身覆盖着一层汗水的光泽。

我说不清我们那样躺了多久。但我连动一根手指的力气都没有了。

某个时刻，杰克逊从我身上滑下来，翻到我身边，半靠在我身上。我们都在慢慢试图平复呼吸。

我不知道该说什么。我张了几次嘴，但感觉到一股巨大的疲倦感席卷而来。

我睡着了。

醒来时，阳光正透过窗户洒进来，杰克逊像勺子一样从后面抱着我。

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