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This was my second time in a holding cell.

The first time was for drinking under the influence of alcohol, Dad had to come in and get me, with that special look he reserved for the homeless, or street beggars. I heard him grind his teeth the entire drive home and only a few words were spoken. He'd given me a bit of a random story about growing up in `tough times', where you had to work hard for the smallest meal, and how ungrateful the new generation of kids were. Pretty sure that was aimed at me. I'm aware it can take a hammer and nail to drive a point home with me occasionally.

My favourite teenage conversation to have with my father as we left prison in those innocent days, with my hangover threatening to make me puke in his new Volvo.

So the next time I found myself in a holding cell was for indecent exposure, but luckily, Dad wasn't around to bail me out this time.

I put my face into my hands and started to believe I belonged in prison while Jackson started recounting his favourite porn movie.

"What?" I glanced at him, more than a little confused and bewildered he would be talking about such things at a time of crisis.

You would be forgiven for thinking that Jackson and I had taken a holiday to some random island by the cheery smile and mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"I think it was an old Falcon porn flick I watched. The guys were in prison and the sex was incredible!"

As I looked around our tiny, cramped cell, I wondered if he'd snapped. Gone all the way around the bend into complete, fucking lunacy.

The whole thing had been a blur. While blood was pumping into my ears and drowning out the sounds around us, Jackson and I were cuffed and carted off to a police car and driven the short distance to the central police station.

Yes, we'd been given a few seconds to zip up and tuck the naughty fellas away.

Our details had been taken, and then we'd been thrown in the tiny cell that featured three grey cold walls, and one cell door with bars. It was barely big enough to hold two grown men, and the cold concrete bench did nothing to calm me.

There sat Jackson, comfortable like we're on holiday, a smile on his face, and a disposition that had not changed since before the police came in and busted our arses, while I, wild-eyed and distraught, read my own obituary over and over.

"This one scene, the guard comes in with a baton, starts shoving it up the younger guy's arse as he bends over and sucks the other prisoner's dick..."

"Jackson..." I stared at him.

"What?" he looked genuinely confused.

"Are you seriously talking about your favourite sex porn in a prison while we're in a prison cell? You know..." I looked around, but it was really quiet beyond the steel bars, and I was certain nobody was around, "our lives are in the balance?"

He actually rolled his eyes, slapped his knee, and then put an arm around me. I tried to move away, but he gripped my opposite shoulder and pulled me in.

"Where's your sense of adventure?!"

I chose not to respond.

The cops and the guard who'd locked us in had been gone for a while. I stood, walked to the bars, and tried to look left and right, see if I could make anything out. I did recall when we came in that the corridor was narrow, and I think there was only one other door and it appeared to be a cleaning cupboard.

In the far distance, beyond the doors at the end, I could make out some sounds, but they were hard to decipher and quite distant.

I turned to sit, and stopped.

Jackson was wanking.

"Jackson!" I whispered, aware I sounded like a scolding wife and that my whisper was probably louder than my normal voice.

I doubted anyone would hear us anyway.

"Nobody's around, relax!" he said, with a tongue flicking at me to try and seduce me.

It was impossible not to laugh. Jackson had a way of turning a dire situation into a comedy sketch.

But still he wanked.

And nodded for me to come to his cock.

No way.

I looked back at the bars and the quiet, dark corridor beyond.

He was right, nobody was around. And I was pretty sure we'd hear someone coming.

But I wasn't one hundred percent.

"You're fucking nuts!" I stated, taking one step towards him, which meant I was nearly within touching distance of his cock, in that cramped cell.

"My fucking nuts are still full!" he said with another lick of his lips.

The look in his eyes encouraged me laugh, but his cock made me want to suck.

"First sound and you zip right up!" I cautioned.

He shrugged, "of course I will." And he pushed his dick towards me, like he was offering it to me on a plate.

I dropped to my knees and grabbed his dick; still not sure I was going to suck it in that prison cell.

Jackson's hand reached around my neck and tightened, and slowly pulled me towards it.

I shrugged it off, but moved towards it anyway, and then said, "Keep an ear out!"

"Yes, of course!" His eyes pleaded me to suck his enormous dick.

My knees felt the cold on the cell's concrete, as I took Jackson's dick's tip and opened my mouth. It was hot, which I'd expected, so I opened wide and brought my mouth down onto his dick and tightened it and sucked.

"Fuck!" he whispered as my mouth reached his balls and his eleven point something dick reached the back of my throat.

I gagged a little and made a kind of coughing sound, but his hand pushed me down and I got past it.

Apparently I could deep throat a dick.

Who knew?

His balls gently pushed against my chin as I felt his bulbous head push into my throat.

No dick had ever gone that far. I kind of wanted to high-five myself.

Jackson's dick was so fat that it literally stretched my throat. I could feel it pushing my boundaries.

His legs parted so I could wrap my arms around his waist and pull him in, and so my chest could be comfortable. He lightly stroked my head and neck as I sucked his dick.

At least his shorts were still on, and only just pulled down enough so I could see his dick and balls.

I noticed for the first time he'd shaved them.

When I let his dick slide out of my mouth I licked down the shaft and onto his balls. He pushed into me and arched his back so I could get at them.

They tasted so good, and still so fresh.

For a little while, I enjoyed licking his balls, his shaft, the big head on his cock, wanking the foreskin and loving how much of it he had and how it came to the tip and bunched up, then feeling him squirm and quietly moan as I took his whole dick in my mouth and sucked it back to his balls. All the while, keeping an ear out for any sounds.

He pushed my head away and I started to stand, but he brought his face to me and held my head firmly and came in for a kiss.

Kissing Jackson was one of the highlights of being with him that I only just realised, in that cell.

Then he pulled me, so I was kind of sitting on his lap, with our chests pressed against the other, and kissed passionately.

I kept my ears well and truly trained on any sounds beyond the cell, and a couple of times we both opened our eyes and looked around to make sure nobody had silently appeared.

Who knows how much time passed while we kissed passionately in that cell, but eventually he turned me around, crouched between my legs and unzipped and unbuttoned me.

Of course I was hard and ready, but I wasn't sure I was up for being sucked. I was still feeling horrified at our experience.

But when Jackson's mouth swallowed my dick expertly, I forgot where we were temporarily and sucked in a deep breath while he sucked in all of me.

That warm sensation of getting head by someone who knows what they're doing, is incredible.

At least we were at a lot less risk of getting caught in the cell than we were in the toilet at the urinal.

He deepthroated me and I felt my balls push against his chin, but his hand came in and gently rolled them around. I realised how much I liked him doing that.

As usual, the desire to nut came when Jackson sucked my dick.

I really didn't want to suck his dick after I'd nut, so I pushed his head away.

He tried to resist, but I said, "it's my turn." And that made him give in.

We switched places again, but instead of going down onto his cock, he pulled me against him and lifted our t-shirts so we could feel each other's cocks rub against the other's.

His was huge, which is all I could feel, but it was nice feeling all of Jackson, with him kissing me back as we rubbed our dicks like that.

Strangely enough, I had the urge to nut again, with just the two of us rubbing, which had happened before.

I could feel his breathing was intensifying, as mine was, and he pulled me in tighter, and pressed out bodies in more as we kissed, felt our bellies and our cocks rub together.

And then it came.

Together, we jizzed between us, but continued to kiss as we did it.

It was an incredible feeling. Hot jizz squirted between our bellies as we kissed.

The stickiness between us was something else, but as we finished up, and pried apart, watching him with a sheepish, but satisfied grin, I realised we were a bit fucked.

We both only had t-shirts and shorts.

Jackson seemed to realised. "Here," he said, and jumped up, pulled his shorts down, quickly removed his underpants and used them to mop up the excess jizz on my bell end, and around my dick, as well as his, and around our bellies. They were boxer shorts, so there wasn't a lot of them to use, but he made do with it. We weren't squeaky clean, but we'd get by.

The smell of jizz was pretty strong as he quickly put his underpants back on and then his shorts.

We sat down and I looked around me, realising what a big risk we'd taken, but also how hot that had been.

"That was so hot. I always wanted to make my own prison cell sex scene," he said with a satisfied smile as he leaned his head back onto the concrete wall.

I stared at him, but didn't say anything, instead I put my shoulder against his and leaned my head against the wall as he had done.

"Your undies must be sticky as hell," was all I said.

For a while, we listened out for anyone coming, but also relaxed a bit as our breathing returned to normal and the smell of semen dissipated a little, though it was far from gone.

"I understand why you ghosted me a little."

My head snapped to him, and I watched him, instantly folding my arms.

"Why?"

"I'm irresistible. You'll fall in love with me, I'll have to get a restraining order, and then our wives will get involved..."

I laughed.

"Yes, Jackson. That's exactly it. You're irresistible, and I'll fall in love with you." I said it with a smile, playing along, but Jackson smiled back, put a hand on my leg and said, "it would be a real struggle not to return the favour."

That made us both pause and look towards the cell bars.

Seconds later, we heard keys in a door, a door slammed close, and then loud footsteps along the corridor.

A sassy woman appeared, not really looking at us as she unlocked the cell door.

"You'll appear in front of the judge in ten minutes," she said, and walked off.

Jackson sighed, but with that ever-present smile on his face. "I guess we'd better not keep that judge waiting then, huh?" and he led the way out of the cell, leaving me wondering who stunk of jizz more, me or him.

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洞里伸进来的玩意儿 - 第十章

作者： Fox Emerson
发布时间： 2021-06-18T00:00

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来源： [[https://new.nifty.org/stories/what-came-through-the-hole-44027/10]]

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这是我第二次蹲拘留室了。

第一次是因为酒后行为不端，老爸不得不来把我领走，脸上带着那种他专门留给流浪汉和街头乞丐的表情。我听见他开车回家的路上全程都在磨牙，几乎没说什么话。他跟我扯了一堆他小时候在"苦日子"里长大的破事——说那时候为了吃上一顿最简陋的饭都得拼命干活，说我们这一代年轻人有多不知感恩。我敢肯定那是在说我。我知道有时候得拿锤子和钉子才能把道理敲进我脑子里。

那是那些天真无邪的日子里，我离开监狱时和我爸最爱的青少年对话——我宿醉未醒，随时可能在他那辆新沃尔沃里吐出来。

所以，当我再次发现自己蹲在拘留室里时，原因是有伤风化——但运气好的是，这次我爸不在场，没法把我保出去。

我把脸埋进手里，开始觉得自己就该待在监狱里，而杰克逊则开始回忆他最喜欢的色情片。

"什么？"我瞥了他一眼，又困惑又茫然——在这种危机时刻，他居然还有心思聊这个。

如果你看到杰克逊脸上那灿烂的笑容和眼里那调皮的光芒，你肯定会以为我和他是去哪个不知名的小岛度假了。

"我记得那是一部老 Falcon 色情片。里面的男人们蹲在监狱里，性爱场面太他妈劲爆了！"

我环顾着我们这间狭小逼仄的牢房，心想他是不是彻底疯了。脑子已经彻底弯过了那条线，变成了彻头彻尾的傻逼。

整件事都是一团模糊。当血液涌进我的耳朵，淹没了周围的声音时，我和杰克逊被铐起来，塞进一辆警车，开了不远的路程，送到了中央警察局。

是的，我们确实被给了几秒钟时间拉上拉链，把那不听话的小家伙们藏好。

我们的个人信息被登记了，然后就被扔进了这间小牢房里——三面灰色的冷墙，一面带铁栅栏的牢门。这地方连塞两个成年男人都勉强，那张冰冷的水泥长凳根本没法让我冷静下来。

杰克逊就坐在那儿，舒服得像在度假一样，脸上挂着笑容，一副从警察闯进来抓我们之前就没变过的淡定表情，而我——眼睛瞪得跟铜铃一样，痛苦万分，一遍又一遍地读着自己的讣告。

"有一场戏，警卫拿着警棍进来，开始往一个年轻小伙子的屁眼里捅，那小伙子正弯着腰吸另一个囚犯的鸡巴……"

"杰克逊……"我盯着他。

"怎么了？"他看起来真的很困惑。

"你他妈是认真的吗？我们在监狱里蹲着，你在这跟我聊你最喜欢的色情片？你知道吗……"我环顾四周，但铁栅栏外面真的很安静，我确定周围没人，"我们的人生正处在悬崖边上？"

他居然真的翻了个白眼，拍了拍膝盖，然后伸出一只胳膊搂住我。我想躲开，但他抓住了我对面的肩膀，把我拉了过去。

"你的冒险精神都他妈去哪儿了？！"

我选择不回答。

把我们锁进来的警察和警卫已经离开一阵子了。我站起来，走到铁栅栏前，试图往左右两边看，看看能不能认出什么东西来。我记得我们进来的时候走廊很窄，好像只有另一扇门，看起来像个清洁柜。

在远处，走廊尽头那扇门的后面，我能隐约听到一些声音，但很难辨认，而且相当遥远。

我转身想坐下，然后停住了。

杰克逊在打手枪。

"杰克逊！"我低声吼道，意识到自己的语气听起来像个训斥老公的老婆，而且我的低语声可能比正常说话还大。

不过我觉得反正也没人能听见我们。

"周围没人，放松！"他说，舌头还挑逗地舔了舔，想勾引我。

我他妈忍不住笑了出来。杰克逊总能把最糟糕的局面变成一出喜剧小品。

但他还在打手枪。

还点了点头，示意我去他的鸡巴那儿。

不可能。

我回头看了看铁栅栏和外面安静昏暗的走廊。

他说得对，周围确实没人。而且我敢肯定我们能听见有人过来。

但我不是百分之百确定。

"你他妈真是个疯子！"我说着，朝他迈了一步——在这间逼仄的牢房里，这一步几乎让我伸手就能碰到他的鸡巴了。

"我他妈蛋里还憋着一大泡呢！"他说着，又舔了舔嘴唇。

他眼里的表情让我忍不住笑了出来，但他的鸡巴让我想吸。

"一有动静，你马上就拉上拉链！"我警告道。

他耸耸肩："当然会。"然后他把鸡巴朝我推了推，就像把菜端到桌子上一样。

我跪了下来，抓住了他的鸡巴——我还是不确定我是不是真的要在这间监狱牢房里吸它。

杰克逊的手绕到我脖子后面，收紧，慢慢把我拉向它。

我甩开了他的手，但还是朝它凑了过去，然后说："给我听着外面的动静！"

"是，当然！"他的眼睛在求我吸他那巨大的鸡巴。

我的膝盖感觉到了牢房地板的冰冷，我含住杰克逊的龟头，张开了嘴。它很烫，这我早就料到了，所以我张大嘴，把嘴压到他的鸡巴上，收紧，开始吸。

"操！"他低吼道，当我的嘴碰到他的蛋、他那十一英寸多长的鸡巴顶到我喉咙后部时。

我有点干呕，发出了一声类似咳嗽的声音，但他用手把我往下按，我撑了过去。

显然我能深喉一根鸡巴。

谁知道呢？

当我把那圆鼓鼓的大龟头吞进喉咙里时，他的蛋轻轻顶着我的下巴。

从来没有鸡巴进去过那么深。我真他妈想跟自己击个掌。

杰克逊的鸡巴太粗了，直接把我的喉咙给撑开了。我能感觉到它在挑战我的极限。

他分开了腿，这样我就能用手臂环住他的腰，把他拉近，也让我的胸口更舒服一点。我吸他鸡巴的时候，他轻轻地抚摸着我的头和脖子。

至少他的短裤还穿着，只是拉下来了一点，刚好能露出他的鸡巴和蛋。

我第一次注意到他把蛋剃了。

当我让他的鸡巴从我嘴里滑出来时，我沿着茎身往下舔，一直舔到他的蛋。他往我身上顶了顶，弓起背，好让我能够到它们。

那味道真他妈好，还很新鲜。

有一阵子，我很享受舔他的蛋、他的茎身、他鸡巴上的大龟头，撸着他的包皮——我喜欢他有那么多包皮，喜欢它聚在龟头顶端皱成一团的样子——然后我把他的整根鸡巴含进嘴里，一路吸到他的蛋，同时竖着耳朵听着任何动静，感受着他扭动身体、轻声呻吟。

他把我的头推开，我正要站起来，但他把脸凑过来，牢牢抓住我的头，凑上来吻我。

和杰克逊接吻——这是我和他在一起时最棒的体验之一，直到在这间牢房里我才真正意识到。

然后他拉过我，让我几乎坐在他大腿上，我们的胸口紧贴在一起，我们激烈地接吻。

我一直全神贯注地听着牢房外的任何动静，有好几次我们俩都睁开眼环顾四周，确认没人悄无声息地出现。

不知道我们在牢房里激情接吻了多久，但最后他把我转过来，蹲在我两腿之间，拉开我的拉链，解开扣子。

我当然硬了，准备好了，但我不确定我想被他口交。我还在为刚才的经历感到恐惧。

但当杰克逊的嘴熟练地吞下我的鸡巴时，我暂时忘记了自己在哪里，深深吸了一口气，而他把我整根都吸了进去。

被一个知道自己活儿好的人口交，那种温暖的感觉真他妈不可思议。

至少我们在牢房里被抓住的风险比在厕所小便池前小得多。

他深喉了我，我感觉自己的蛋顶到了他的下巴，但他伸出手，温柔地揉搓它们。我意识到我有多喜欢他这么做。

跟往常一样，当杰克逊吸我鸡巴的时候，那股射精的冲动就来了。

我真的不想射了之后再去吸他的鸡巴，所以我把他的头推开。

他试图反抗，但我说："轮到我了。"这让他放弃了。

我们又交换了位置，但这次他没有低头去吸我的鸡巴，而是把我拉过来贴着他，掀起我们的 T 恤，这样我们就能感觉到彼此的鸡巴互相摩擦。

他的鸡巴很大——这是我唯一能感觉到的——但贴着杰克逊全身的感觉真好，他也在回吻我，我们就这样用鸡巴互相摩擦。

说来也怪，光是这么摩擦，我就又有了一股想射的冲动——以前也发生过。

我能感觉到他的呼吸在加重，跟我一样，他把我拉得更紧，更用力地把身体压过来，我们接吻，感受着彼此的肚子和互相摩擦的鸡巴。

然后它来了。

我们一起，把精液射在了我们之间，但接吻一直没停。

那感觉真他妈不可思议。热乎乎的精液喷射在我们肚子之间，我们还在接吻。

我们之间的黏糊糊又是一回事了。但当我们完事之后，分开身体，看到他脸上带着一丝羞涩但满足的笑容时，我意识到我们他妈有点麻烦了。

我们俩都只有 T 恤和短裤。

杰克逊好像也意识到了。"给，"他说着跳起来，拉下短裤，迅速脱下内裤，用它擦掉我龟头和我鸡巴周围多余的精液，也擦了擦他自己的和我们的肚子。那是条平角内裤，布料不多，但他凑合着用了。我们不是干干净净的，但至少能糊弄过去。

当他迅速穿回内裤和短裤时，精液的味道真的很重。

我们坐下来，我环顾四周，意识到我们冒了多大的风险，但刚才那事儿也真他妈刺激。

"太他妈刺激了。我一直想制造一场自己的监狱性爱戏。"他说着，心满意足地笑了笑，把头靠回水泥墙上。

我盯着他，但什么也没说，只是把肩膀靠在他肩膀上，学他的样子把头靠在墙上。

"你的内裤肯定黏得要命。"我只说了这么一句。

有一阵子，我们听着有没有人来，但也稍微放松了一点——呼吸恢复了正常，精液的味道散去了一些，虽然远未消失。

"我有点理解你为什么躲着我了。"

我的头猛地转向他，看着他，立刻抱起了手臂。

"为什么？"

"我太他妈有魅力了。你会爱上我，我就得申请限制令了，然后我们俩的老婆都会掺和进来……"

我笑了。

"对，杰克逊。就是这样。你太他妈有魅力了，我会爱上你的。"我笑着说，配合他演着，但杰克逊也对我笑了，把手放在我腿上，说："要不回你这份情可真他妈难。"

这话让我们俩都顿了一下，然后看向牢房的铁栅栏。

几秒钟后，我们听见钥匙插进门里的声音，一扇门砰地关上，然后走廊里传来响亮的脚步声。

一个很飒的女人出现了，看都没怎么看我们，就打开了牢房门。

"你十分钟后出庭见法官。"她说，然后走了。

杰克逊叹了口气，但脸上还是挂着那永恒不变的笑容。"我猜我们最好别让那法官等太久，哈？"然后他带头走出了牢房，留下我一个人在想——到底是他身上的精液味更重，还是我身上的更重。

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