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Jackson messaged me again, and I feel worse this time for not responding.

I don't know what to say to him, and I can't face what happened. My wife knows something's up, because she keeps pressing me about it, which adds to the pressure.

I've been running, and drinking more, just trying to cope. But the worst part is lying to her.

Even though that morning I said I was okay, I fled. Having woken up with Jackson wrapped around me, was just next level too much.

Yes...the problem is that I enjoyed it far too much.

But then I returned home, slept, and woke up spooning my wife, and realised that's where I'm supposed to be.

And each day I wake up, and I wrap around her, I think about how Jackson held me when I woke up at his house and I have to work at pushing that far to the back of my mind because, it's just...wrong.

It's been weeks since I saw Jackson that morning and I left rather awkwardly. I put him on silent, so I don't get distracted through the days, but I always think about him in the mornings.

I still jog the park, but I blank the toilets. It's easy enough to just run past it, and pretend it isn't there.

I'm sure I saw that young fit guy from the shower that time, the cock worshipper, walk in one afternoon, but I couldn't do it.

Until this morning.

Early morning, on a Wednesday, which for some reason is busy, there's always someone around. It might have something to do with the graffiti in the middle stall which tells a story of a hot encounter on a Wednesday morning, and how the jogger would be there that following Wednesday. Perhaps others, like myself, made a mental note to turn up on Wednesdays in case.

I walked in and saw a guy at the urinal.

Right away I liked this guy, but I was still feeling a bit weird, so I entered with trepidation, in case I bumped into Jackson, who seemed to frequent this toilet often.

The guy had clearly been exercising, as he wore joggers, a tight singlet and cap with sunnies. While this made it hard to see what he looked like, I'd have guessed him at early twenties, really fit and Caucasian, a bit of messy blonde hair sticking out from under his cap and a tight, stubbled jawline.

He looked at me, kind of nodded in an odd way, but turned to the corner of the urinal, as though hiding something.

Having learned that people don't generally stand at urinals while watching guys walk in, unless they are wanting something more than a pee, I brazenly went to the urinal and took the opposite end and got my dick out.

Obviously, I urinated, but when I finished, I shook my dick a few times and side-watched this guy.

He didn't do anything, so I assumed he was overly nervous.

I'm not that much more experienced, so I gently played with my cock in my corner of the urinal, angling so that he could, if he really looked, see the tip of my slowly hardening cock.

He must have looked, because from the corner of my eye I saw him slowly angle himself towards me but when I carefully looked, I couldn't see his cock or his hand moving.

I started to get a little nervous, which I think was probably from this guy's noob energy.

When I looked behind, I could see the cubicles were empty.

It was still quite early in the morning, so I didn't expect too many guys to be around.

As I thought about leaving, I noticed he was staring at what little he could see of my cock.

Fuck it.

I turned so he could see I was relatively hard and still, figuring that if he did nothing, I'd turn and leave, even with a boner pushing through my short, jogging shorts.

His eyes widened as he saw me openly wanking and his tongue darted across his lips briefly.

I guessed this was one of his first times, but probably not his very first.

When he turned, my own eyes widened.

He had a great dick. It was cut, thick, and I'd guess about 9.5 inches. Not Jackson big, but well above average.

I turned towards him more, and wanked openly while starting at his cock. Occasionally I'd glance at his face, check the rest of him out, and go back to staring at his cock.

He wanked, watched me, licked his lips, continued wanking, and angled towards me a little more.

I stepped towards him.

His eyes looked alarmed, and he shrank back.

This guy was so timid, I knew he was going to flee in a second and I didn't really know how to stop him from doing that.

He was like a cornered animal I needed to free. In order to free him, I needed to approach him.

This guy didn't want to be approached.

Fine.

We wanked.

But then he licked his lips, stepped forward, eyeing the door. We wanked, while he watched the door, occasionally lusted at my cock with furtive eyes, licked his lips and returned to door duty.

I figured if a fly came in he'd be aware of it, so just watched him.

The temptation to lean over and suck his dick was getting stronger.

Then I had that `fuck it' moment, assuming he'd flee anyway, and so I bent to suck it.

I expected him to run.

He didn't.

I got a good taste of it. Put my mouth around the bulbous head and felt the heat of it as it entered my mouth. Forgot how good it felt to taste one and to have a juicy, big, fat cock in my mouth.

But it made me wish it had been Jackson's, a thought I had to quickly push away.

He convulsed, moved out of my mouth, and I panicked, expecting to stand up to an interruption, but it wasn't anything like that.

He just blew his load on the urinal.

I was disappointed because I was hoping he'd have given it to me. But he came quick and without warning and left it dribbling down the trough.

Nobody had come in, but when I went to wank and finish off, the guy fled and left me standing there with a hard-on.

I stood at the urinal by myself, looking at his jizz running down the trough, but felt a bit weird and no longer inspired, so I went into the cubicle and thought I'd wank over the graffiti.

As I turned around to close the cubicle door, Jackson walked in.

Fuck.

I was like the rabbit in the spotlight, and kind of cornered.

With my dick out, standing in the cubicle.

He must have been really quiet. Like someone who was experienced at creeping in undetected.

With a hand sort of unsuccessfully hiding my dick, I shuffled back out and to the urinal and tried to avoid his eyes. I just had no idea what the fuck to say to him, after ghosting him for the past couple of weeks.

To be fair, I felt like he was giving me more chances than I'd give myself. He was always straight up with me, but I was always disappearing and being a flake or simply ghosting him.

He was like some kind of super confident man, the way he walked to the urinal, saw the jizz, stooped to get a closer look at it, but then whipped his dick out and started wanking, while watching me. He raised an eyebrow, and his tongue came out, to let me know he was turned on and to come to him.

Jackson was an enigma I would one day work out.

With a big hand, he waved me over. That cock was enormous, especially when I compared it to the previous guy.

I shuffled two steps, but watched the door. If he could be that quiet coming in, then anyone else could.

Impatient, with too much confidence, Jackson shuffled over and in one move swooped down and brought his head down onto my cock. His hot mouth descended on it like a vacuum and holy shit...I could have jizzed in a second.

He was dressed in jogging kit too, which I thought was really hot, as I watched him take my dick into his mouth and suck it like a pro.

Up and down, with a warm mouth that squeezed my dick, as he gently, but perfectly sucked on it.

I wanted more.

So I gently pushed his head away, and brought my head down onto his big eleven-inch dick and sucked it in the way I'd recently learned seemed to work.

Thankfully, Jackson has a lot of foreskin, so pulling down on it and wanking him while I sucked was easy enough. I used as much saliva as I could to slobber over it and wanked it while sucked it from head to tip. It's a big dick, and not easy to swallow, but I was able to get most of the way with my mouth and Jackson didn't once try and force me to take more of it.

Jackson didn't seem to be too keen on blowing in someone's mouth, so he either got bored, or had enough, because he soon stopped me and pulled me into a kiss while we stood at the urinal.

I was a bit shocked, given I'd left his house and not messaged him back after he'd sent numerous messages to try and encourage me, but did like kissing him, so went along with it.

When he pushed his dick next to mine, and it rubbed my belly and against my dick, I really liked it, especially as he was kissing me while doing it.

I guess we were too engrossed to hear the cops come in a few seconds later.

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洞里伸进来的玩意儿 - 第九章

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杰克逊又给我发了消息，我没回，这次感觉更糟了。

我不知道该跟他说什么，也没法面对发生的事。我老婆知道肯定有什么事，因为她一直在追问我，这更让我压力山大。

我一直在跑步，喝更多的酒，就他妈想撑过去。但最操蛋的部分是对她说谎。

即使那天早上我说我没事，我最后还是跑了。在杰克逊的臂弯里醒来——那对我而言，实在是超出了我能承受的极限。

是啊……问题就在于，我他妈太享受了。

但回到家之后，我睡了一觉，醒来时像个勺子一样抱着我老婆，我意识到这才是我应该待的地方。

每天我醒来，环抱着她的时候，我都会想起那天在杰克逊家醒来时他是怎么抱着我的。我不得不拼命把这个念头压到脑海最深处，因为，这他妈就是……不对的。

距离那天早上我尴尬地从杰克逊家离开，已经过了好几个星期了。我把他设成了静音，这样白天就不会分心，但我每天早上都会想起他。

我仍然去公园慢跑，但我无视那间厕所。直接跑过去，假装它不存在，这事儿容易得很。

我肯定有一次看见那个在淋浴间遇见的年轻健壮的小伙子——那个鸡巴崇拜者——某天下午走了进去，但我做不到。

直到今天早上。

星期三的清晨，不知道为什么特别热闹，总有人在附近。这可能跟中间那个隔间里的涂鸦有关——上面写着一个星期三早上的火热艳遇，还说那个跑步的人下个星期三还会在那儿。可能其他家伙跟我一样，默默记下了星期三要来碰碰运气。

我走进去的时候，看见一个小便池前的家伙。

我一眼就挺喜欢这哥们的，但我还是觉得有点别扭，所以我是带着忐忑走进去的——怕撞见杰克逊，他好像经常光顾这间厕所。

那家伙显然刚锻炼完，穿着运动裤、一件紧身背心，戴着帽子和墨镜。虽然这样不太看得清他长什么样，但我猜他大概二十出头，非常健壮，白种人，帽子底下露出一头乱糟糟的金发，下巴线条紧绷，带着一层胡茬。

他看着我，有点奇怪地点了点头，但转向了小便池的角落，好像在藏什么东西。

根据我的经验，一般人不会站在小便池前看着别人走进来——除非他们想要的不仅仅是撒泡尿。所以我厚着脸皮走到小便池另一头，掏出我的鸡巴。

我当然撒了尿，但尿完之后，我抖了几下鸡巴，用眼角瞥了他一眼。

他什么都没做，所以我猜他可能是太紧张了。

我也没那么多经验，所以我轻轻在自己的角落里撸了撸鸡巴，调整了一下角度，好让他——如果真在看的话——能看见我那慢慢硬起来的龟头的顶端。

他肯定看了，因为我从眼角余光里看见他慢慢朝我转了过来。但当我小心翼翼地看过去的时候，我看不见他的鸡巴，也看不见他的手在动。

我开始有点紧张了，我觉得可能是因为这哥们身上那股新手的气场。

我回头看了一眼，隔间都是空的。

时间还早，所以我估计周围不会有太多人。

我正想着要走了，注意到他正盯着我那露出来的一小截鸡巴看。

操他妈的。

我转过身，好让他能看见我已经硬得差不多了——我想着，如果他什么都不干，我就转身走人，就算我那短跑步裤里戳着一根硬鸡巴也得走。

他眼睛瞪大了，看见我毫不掩饰地打着手枪，他的舌头飞快地舔了一下嘴唇。

我猜这可能是他头几次干这种事，但应该不是第一次。

当他转身的时候，我自己的眼睛也瞪大了。

他有一根他妈好看的鸡巴。割过包皮的，很粗，我猜大概 9.5 英寸。没有杰克逊那么大，但绝对远超平均水平。

我更正面对着他，一边盯着他的鸡巴，一边毫不掩饰地打着飞机。偶尔我会瞥一眼他的脸，打量一下他身体的其他部位，然后视线又回到他的鸡巴上。

他打着飞机，看着我，舔着嘴唇，继续打，又朝我这边转过来一点。

我朝他迈了一步。

他眼睛里露出惊慌，往后缩了缩。

这家伙太他妈胆小了，我知道他下一秒就会跑掉，而我不知道该怎么阻止他。

他就像一只被困住的动物，我需要释放他。而要释放他，我就得靠近他。

但这家伙不想被靠近。

好吧。

我们各自打着飞机。

但然后他舔了舔嘴唇，往前迈了一步，眼睛死死盯着门口。我们继续打飞机——他一边盯着门口，偶尔用偷偷摸摸的、充满欲望的眼神扫一眼我的鸡巴，舔舔嘴唇，然后又回到守门任务上。

我琢磨着，就算一只苍蝇飞进来他也能发现，所以我干脆就看着他。

那种俯身去吸他鸡巴的冲动越来越强。

然后我脑子一热，心想反正他也要跑的，于是弯下腰，含住了他的鸡巴。

我本以为他会跑。

但他没有。

我好好尝了尝那味道。我的嘴裹住他那圆鼓鼓的龟头，感觉到它进入我嘴里时的滚烫。我都忘了尝一根鸡巴、嘴里含着一根多汁肥大的大家伙有多他妈爽了。

但这让我希望那是杰克逊的——这个念头我得赶紧压下去。

他痉挛了一下，把鸡巴从我嘴里抽了出去，我慌了，以为要站起来应付有人闯进来，但根本不是那回事。

他只是把精液射在了小便池里。

我挺失望的，因为我本来希望他能射在我嘴里。但他射得又快又没预警，就那么让它顺着小便槽流走了。

没人进来，但当我正准备打手枪射出来的时候，那家伙跑了，留我一个人硬邦邦地站在那里。

我一个人站在小便池前，看着他的精液顺着小便槽流走，但感觉有点怪怪的，也没什么兴致了，于是我走进隔间，想着对着墙上的涂鸦打一炮吧。

我正转身准备关上隔间的门，杰克逊走了进来。

操。

我就像聚光灯下的兔子，被堵住了。

鸡巴还露在外面，站在隔间里。

他进来的时候肯定特别安静。就像那种深谙潜入之术的老手。

我一只手半遮半掩地挡着鸡巴， awkwardly 退了出来，回到小便池前，尽量避开他的眼睛。我真的他妈不知道该跟他说什么——毕竟过去几个星期我一直装死不理他。

说句公道话，我觉得他给我的机会比我给自己机会多得多。他一直对我很直接，但我总是在消失、玩消失，或者干脆装死。

他就像那种超级自信的男人——他走到小便池前，看见了那些精液，弯腰凑近仔细看了看，但然后直接掏出鸡巴开始打手枪，同时盯着我。他挑了挑眉，伸出舌头，让我知道他硬了，让我到他身边去。

杰克逊是一个我总有一天会搞懂的谜。

他用一只大手招呼我过去。那根鸡巴真他妈大，尤其是跟刚才那个家伙的比起来。

我 awkwardly 挪了两步，但眼睛还是盯着门口。如果他都能那么安静地进来，那其他人也能。

杰克逊等得不耐烦了，带着那股过分的自信，一个俯冲，直接把头压到我的鸡巴上。他那滚烫的嘴像吸尘器一样裹住了它——操他妈的……我差点一秒就射了。

他也穿着跑步装备，我觉得这真他妈火辣——我看着他把我的鸡巴含进嘴里，像个专家一样吸着。

上上下下，那张温暖的嘴夹紧我的鸡巴，温柔但又完美地吸着它。

我还想要更多。

于是我轻轻推开他的头，自己低下头，含住了他那根十一英寸的大鸡巴，用我最近学会的那套似乎挺有效的吸法去吸它。

幸好杰克逊包皮很长，所以我一边吸一边往下撸、给他打手枪，还挺容易的。我用了尽可能多的口水，在上面涂满唾沫，一边吸一边从头撸到尾。那鸡巴真他妈大，不容易深喉，但我的嘴能吞进去大部分，而且杰克逊一次也没逼我吞更多。

杰克逊好像不太喜欢射在别人嘴里，所以他要么是腻了，要么是已经够了——因为他很快阻止了我，把我拉进一个吻里，我们俩就站在小便池前。

我有点震惊，毕竟我离开他家之后，他发了无数消息来鼓励我，我一条都没回。但我确实很喜欢亲他，所以也就顺着他了。

当他把他的鸡巴贴到我的鸡巴旁边，那根大玩意儿摩擦着我的肚子和我的鸡巴时，我真的很喜欢这感觉——尤其是他一边亲我一边干这事的时候。

我猜我们俩都太投入了，以至于没听见警察几秒钟后走进来的动静。

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