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I left my house and veered to the left and further up the block, along towards where my local shopping centre was. While I'd had no need to go shopping, I'd recently discovered running in my area was a great way to get to know the neighbourhood.

It was also keeping me away from temptation.

Jogging past my neighbours was interesting, it let me compare us all and our various tastes. There were homes where you could definitely tell the origins or ethnicity of the inhabitants within, by simple things like, Buddha's and wooden windchimes, or that weird gold cat with the ever-moving paw you sometimes see in Asian shops or in someone's window. Sometimes it was the curtains and their shape or colours, and other times it was the house itself.

Vivek works from home on Fridays, as I always did, and he lived about three blocks from my house in a slightly elevated part of the suburb. After detouring the shopping centre, and beyond that neighbourhood, I took a wide berth and angled back via Jackson's neighbourhood and past his house. I wasn't being creepy or stalking him, I just liked to feel the running distance between places sometimes as it allows me to feel closer and more connected to them.

About forty minutes into my run, I'd been thinking about him solid and realised that I absolutely needed to clear the air. Before I knew it, I was jogging back past Vivek's house.

He had a combination of Indian and Western theme which you could see from the outside, but having been inside his house, I knew the extent of the combined themes continued. My wife liked it, and I thought it was interesting, though I was never creative with those things and never commented on them, contentedly appreciating their company and not their decor.

He answered after about a minute, and it was clear he'd deliberated from inside after having seen my approach through the curtains.

"Hey," I said, with a big cheery grin, pretending nothing had changed between us.

"Oh hey," he said, looking kinda perplexed as to why I was standing at his door while scratching the back of his head. It did look like he was thinking of excuses to get rid of me.

"Can we have a quick chat mate?" I said, stepping towards the door.

Too quickly, he said, leaning into the door to block me. "I'm so sorry mate, I'm really busy..."

Fuck it.

I pushed the door wider with a firm hand, and stepped in so I was centimetres from his face.

He looked terrified and startled. I took that as my opportunity. "We've been friends for years. I think you and I need to have a chat."

I have never forced myself onto Vivek, and I've never tried to intimidate him or coerce him or push my way into his house. So when I barrelled past him, and made my way inside his house, I surprised even myself.

"Fine," he said with resignation, scrambling for the wide open door, as though concerned about his neighbours, and finally closing it quietly.

I saw his laptop was open through the home office door, and took a seat on the lounge. "Are you home alone?"

He nodded but didn't sit. Vivek stood by the entry to his lounge area with arms folded and wide eyes. I've never seem him look so cold, distant and also quite visibly terrified.

"I've missed you." It's all I could think to say to try and soften his demeanour. Vivek was treating me like an enemy. Like I'd done something wrong.

This did have somewhat of a softening effect, though not as much as I'd like. He unfolded his arms and watched me briefly, but said nothing and returned his attention to the floor like a scolded child.

"Well, if I can speak openly?" I asked, once more looking around as if expecting his wife to appear.

He nodded, but didn't refold his arms.

I took a breath, swallowed, realised how much more difficult this was in reality than it had been in my head.

"It's weird. We know each other's secret. We've seen each other in a situation that...

He refolded his arms. "Listen, I don't want to talk about it. It was an accident, not really my thing..." he looked to the door, then back at me, as if hoping.

I stood up, realising this wasn't going to go well and I needed to get his attention.

"That same guy and I got arrested a couple of weeks ago," I blurted out.

His eyes bulged, and his arms unfolded, he stepped towards me, lower jaw hanging. "What!"?

And then he sat opposite me, legs open, arms open, watching me intently.

So I told Vivek my story, which included that I'd seen Jackson a couple of times before, and that I'd also been to his house. I didn't tell him I'd slept over there, but I did tell him the other details and estimated how many times I'd been to the toilet. When I recapped with the arrest and what happened, he was on the edge of his seat and his lips looked ready to fire a dozen questions.

"Do you have a criminal record?" he asked.

"No. I got a warning," I stated matter-of-factly.

"Did you get a fine?" he asked me.

"No. I just got a warning and told to stay away from that toilet.

"Did they send stuff to your home address?" he asked me.

I nodded, interlinking my fingers. "I worked from home for a few days because I knew there'd be a letter and I threw it away immediately."

"What if they send more?" he asked, looking panic-stricken.

I shook my head. "They won't. I've been in touch with a lawyer, as has Jackson. They can't do anything more at this point, but we do need to be careful, obviously."

"You're sure?" he calmed only slightly.

I nodded. "Yeah. They're not allowed. Only one letter to back up the warning. But just in case, I'm all over our post these days."

He laughed nervously and we stared at each other a bit.

There were more questions, and I was happy to answer them. When he asked about Jackson, I could tell he'd liked the guy a lot. Who wouldn't? Jackson is incredibly good looking and fit.

"I really have missed you. I know seeing you in the toilet was weird, for both of us... but, I mean, we both obviously share a secret. We've been friends a while, perhaps we could talk about it sometime?"

Vivek looked away, though he bit his lip and appeared deep in thought.

"Anyway, I wanted to come and see you. We're friends, and I'm not going to lose you without a fight," I said, referring to a comment from his ex-girlfriend at University, who he couldn't stand, and had run from.

Vivek burst out laughing, as did I.

"Oh my God! She was such a nutjob!" he said between laughs.

"Your girlfriend," I said smiling, but glad to see him laugh with me.

We agreed that we'd both make an effort to return our friendship to its former levels, and try and not think about our `other' side, but I also let Vivek know that if he wanted to talk about it, I was always willing.

"For now, I'd like to pretend it didn't happen. Perhaps later, I'd like to talk more with you? If that's okay..." Vivek said.

We agreed there'd be no further questions, as long as he'd work hard to be normal with me again, and so I got up to leave.

As I reached the front door, he put his hand on my shoulder, and then looked about to say something. But almost as though he'd reconsidered it, he shook his head and smiled with some embarrassment.

"What?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Nothing."

I folded my arms. "Vivek."

Breathing out, and then looking away, he said, in a voice that I almost didn't hear. "You do have a great dick. It was quite an experience sucking it."

I smiled, then laughed and turned to the door, though I didn't move. I couldn't open the door, because as soon as he said that my dick got hard.

"Well, if it's any consolation, you do suck very well! I assumed it wasn't your first time!"

While awkward, we laughed. Neither of us looked at one another.

Then both looked down at my tight, running shorts and the impossible-to-hide boner.

"Jesus!" Vivek said.

I put my hands over it, but there was no way to hide it. "Give me a minute."

He watched me, but then said, "there's only one way to get rid of that."

My jaw dropped, but I smiled. "You went from shy to ready to service me?" but I laughed.

He nodded, so I nodded down. "Well, it isn't going to go down by itself. And it is kinda your fault."

"It really is," he said, but I think he spoke more to calm his nerves, as he then dropped to his knees.

I watched in awe as he gently pulled my shorts down and my undies, and his eyes widened when he saw my dick again. He didn't look up at me, but put it in his mouth and sucked it.

Vivek was fantastic at sucking dick. Definitely not a novice.

His tongue was truly experienced, and his mouth was at an expert sucking level. He sucked, and licked my dick from the tip to the base and back again. He appeared unfazed by my sweaty crown jewels, or rather, he seemed to relish the muskiness as he buried his face between them at one point. He looked content, eyes closed and mouth smoothly sliding all the way onto my cock. I could feel his nose push deep in my belly, as his tongue licked around my balls, and then his hot mouth wrapped around each of my balls, then both of them.

"Fuck..." I stammered breathlessly, as he worked my tool by his front door.

Each time he worked my balls, his hand would wank my cock gently, then his mouth would find the tip of my cock and he'd slide down on it until the head of my cock entered his throat. He'd gotten good at sucking dick, to the point that when he tightened his throat, it made me wanna jizz.

When I moaned, he hungrily sucked faster.

That was too much. He sucked my dick, while his hand caressed my balls and wanked whatever wasn't in his mouth.

"Oh fuck!" I whispered, as though someone might hear us.

He gagged but used a hand to pull me in deeper.

I nutted so deep; I think it hit the centre of his throat.

Again, he'd jizzed all over my brand-new joggers.

"Shit...sorry,.." he said, as though having realised that he'd done exactly that.

"Oh...it's fine," I laughed, as I packed my softening dick away and stepped back and leaned against the door.

He got up with an awkward smile, and I could see he'd swallowed my jizz.

"That's hot," I said, hoping he wouldn't be embarrassed by it.

Vivek nodded, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

I left Vivek to clean up and jogged a bit on the way home, but mostly I wanted to walk. My mind wandered and I needed to clear my head a little, so I walked back in the direction of the shopping centre and past familiar neighbourhoods and houses close to home.

What had we just done?

I'd wanted to clear the air with Vivek, but realised I'd made things so much more complicated.

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洞里伸进来的玩意儿 - 第十一章

作者： Fox Emerson
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我离开家，往左拐，沿着街区一直往前走，朝着本地购物中心的方向去了。虽然没什么需要买的，但我最近发现，在附近跑步是了解社区的好办法。

也能让我远离诱惑。

慢跑经过邻居们的房子挺有意思的，可以比较各家各户的品味。有些房子，光看那些小东西——比如佛像和木风铃，或者那种你在亚洲商店或某人窗户里偶尔能见到的、爪子一直动个不停的金色怪猫——你就能判断出里面住的是什么人或什么族裔。有时候是窗帘的形状或颜色，有时候是房子本身。

维韦克周五在家工作——跟我一样——他家离我家大概三个街区，在郊区地势稍高的地方。我绕过了购物中心，又绕过了那片社区，然后绕了一大圈，穿过杰克逊住的街区，经过了他家。我不是在变态地跟踪他，我只是喜欢感受一下跑步时不同地方之间的距离，这让我觉得自己和他们更亲近、更有联系。

跑了大概四十分钟，我一直在想他，意识到我必须得把话说清楚。不知不觉间，我已经跑回了维韦克家附近。

他家的风格是印度和西方的混合，从外面就能看出来。不过我去过他家里，知道这种混搭主题在内部延续得更彻底。我老婆很喜欢，我觉得也挺有意思的——虽然我对这些东西从来没什么创意，也从不评论，只是满足于享受他们的陪伴，而不是他们的装修。

他隔了大概一分钟才来开门，显然是在里面犹豫了一阵子——透过窗帘看见我走过来之后。

"嘿，"我说，脸上挂着大大的开心笑容，假装我们之间什么都没变。

"哦，嘿，"他说，看起来有点困惑我为什么站在他家门口，同时挠着后脑勺。那表情看起来就像在想着找什么借口打发我走。

"我们能简单聊聊吗，哥们？"我边说边朝门口走去。

他回答得太快了，同时往门上一靠，想挡住我："哥们，真抱歉，我现在特别忙……"

操他妈的。

我一只手用力把门推得更开，迈了进去，离他的脸只有几厘米。

他看起来又害怕又惊慌。我抓住这个机会。 "我们当朋友好多年了。我觉得我们俩需要谈谈。"

我从来没强迫过维韦克，也从来没威胁过他、强迫过他，或者硬闯过他家。所以当我从他身边挤过去、径直走进他家的时候，连我自己都吓了一跳。

"行吧。"他认命地叹了口气，赶紧去够那扇大开的门——好像担心邻居看见似的——最后轻轻关上了门。

我看到他家庭办公室的门开着，笔记本电脑开着，于是我在沙发上坐下。"你一个人在家吗？"

他点了点头，但没有坐下。维韦克站在客厅入口处，双臂交叉，眼睛瞪得老大。我从没见过他看起来这么冷淡、疏远，而且明显他妈吓坏了。

"我想你了。"这是我唯一能想到的、想让他态度软下来的话。维韦克把我当敌人一样对待。好像我做错了什么似的。

这话确实让他软化了一点——虽然没到我希望的程度。他松开手臂，短暂地看了我一眼，但什么也没说，又把注意力转回地板上，像个挨训的小孩。

"那，我能直说吗？"我问，又环顾了一圈，好像在等他老婆冒出来似的。

他点了点头，但没有重新交叉手臂。

我吸了口气，咽了口唾沫，意识到这事儿在现实中比在脑子里难他妈太多了。

"这事儿真他妈奇怪。我们知道彼此的秘密。我们在那种情况下见过对方……"

他又交叉起了手臂。"听着，我不想谈这件事。那是个意外，不是我的菜……"他看了看门，又看了看我，好像在期待什么。

我站起来，意识到这样下去可不太妙，我得吸引他的注意力才行。

"那家伙和我，几个星期前被抓了。"我脱口而出。

他眼睛瞪得跟铜铃似的，手臂松开了，朝我走了一步，下巴都掉下来了。"什么！？"

然后他坐在我对面，两腿分开，手臂张开，死死盯着我。

于是我把我的故事告诉了维韦克——包括我之前见过杰克逊几次，还去过他家。我没说我在那儿过夜了，但我说了其他细节，还大致估算了我去过那间厕所多少次。当我讲到被捕和之后发生的事时，他整个人都坐在椅子边缘了，嘴唇看起来准备好要问十几个问题。

"你有犯罪记录吗？"他问。

"没有。我只是被警告了。"我实事求是地说。

"被罚款了吗？"他问我。

"没有。就是接到警告，让我离那间厕所有远点。"

"他们有往你家寄什么东西吗？"他问我。

我点了点头，十指交叉。"我连着在家工作了好几天，因为我知道肯定会有封信来，我立马就扔了。"

"如果他们再寄呢？"他问，看起来一脸恐慌。

我摇了摇头。"不会了。我跟一个律师联系过了，杰克逊也联系了。目前他们不能再做什么了，但我们显然得小心点。"

"你确定？"他只是稍微平静了一点。

我点了点头。"嗯。他们不能再寄了。只有一封信，用来支持那个警告。不过以防万一，这段时间我特别注意查收我们的邮件。"

他紧张地笑了一声，我们互相盯着看了一会儿。

还有更多问题，我也很乐意回答。当他问起杰克逊时，我看得出来他很喜欢那家伙。谁会不喜欢呢？杰克逊长得他妈帅，身材又火辣。

"我真的想你了。我知道在那间厕所里看见你，对我们俩来说都很诡异……但，我是说，我们显然都共享着同一个秘密。我们做朋友也有一阵子了，也许什么时候我们可以聊聊这事儿？"

维韦克移开了视线，咬着嘴唇，看起来陷入了沉思。

"总之，我想来看看你。我们是朋友，我不会不作任何努力就失去你的。"我说的是大学时他那个人见人厌的前女友说过的一句话——他当时为了躲她跑得远远的。

维韦克突然爆笑起来，我也跟着笑了。

"哦老天！她真是个疯婆子！"他边笑边说。

"你前女友。"我笑着说，但很高兴能看见他和一起笑。

我们达成一致意见：我们都得努力把友谊恢复到以前的程度，并且尽量不去想我们"另一面"的事。不过我也让维韦克知道，如果他什么时候想谈谈这件事，我一直愿意聊。

"现在，我想假装这事儿没发生过。也许以后，我愿意跟你多聊聊？如果没问题的话……"维韦克说。

我们约定好不再追问，只要他努力恢复跟我的正常相处就行。于是我站起来准备走。

我走到门口的时候，他把手放在我肩上，看起来像要说什么。但好像又改变主意了，他摇了摇头，有点尴尬地笑了。

"怎么了？"我问。

他摇了摇头。"没事。"

我交叉手臂："维韦克。"

他叹了口气，移开视线，用我几乎听不见的声音说："你的鸡巴确实很大。吸它是个挺不错的体验。"

我笑了，然后笑出声来，转身面对门，但我没动。我开不了门，因为他一说这话，我的鸡巴就硬了。

"那，如果这能让你好受点的话——你吸得确实很好！我猜那肯定不是你的第一次！"

虽然很尴尬，但我们还是笑了。谁也没看谁。

然后俩人都低头看向我那条紧绷的跑步短裤和那根根本藏不住的硬鸡巴。

"老天！"维韦克说。

我用手捂住它，但这玩意儿根本藏不住。"给我一分钟。"

他看着我，但然后说："只有一个办法能让它消下去。"

我下巴都掉下来了，但我笑了。"你从害羞直接变成准备给我服务了？"但我笑出声来。

他点了点头，于是我也朝下努了努嘴。"行吧，反正它自己也不会软下去。而且这多少也算你的错。"

"确实是。"他说，但我猜他更多是为了给自己壮胆——因为他随后就跪了下去。

我敬畏地看着他轻轻拉下我的短裤和内裤，当他再次看到我的鸡巴时，眼睛都瞪大了。他没抬头看我，直接把它含进嘴里，吸了起来。

维韦克吸鸡巴的技术真他妈棒。绝对不是什么新手。

他的舌头经验丰富，嘴的吸吮技术也是专家级的。他吸着、舔着我的鸡巴，从龟头到根部再回来。他似乎对我汗津津的蛋不以为然——倒不如说，当他一度把脸埋进它们之间时，他似乎很享受那股骚味。他看起来很满足，眼睛闭着，嘴唇顺滑地一路滑到我的鸡巴上。我能感觉到他的鼻子深深埋进我的肚子，他的舌头绕着我的蛋打转，然后他那滚烫的嘴依次裹住我的每颗蛋，最后是全部两颗。

"操……"我喘不过气来地结巴着，他在他家门口摆弄着我的家伙。

每次他弄我的蛋时，他的手都会温柔地撸着我的鸡巴，然后他的嘴会找到我鸡巴的龟头，一路滑下去，直到龟头进入他的喉咙。他已经很擅长吸鸡巴了——厉害到他喉咙一夹紧，我就想射。

当我呻吟出声时，他更饥渴地加快了吸吮速度。

那太他妈超过了。他吸着我的鸡巴，一只手抚摸我的蛋，同时撸着不在他嘴里的部分。

"哦操！"我低声说，好像有人会听见我们似的。

他干呕了一下，但用一只手把我拉得更深。

我射得太深了；我觉得肯定打中了他喉咙正中央。

又一次，他射了我那崭新的运动裤一裤裆。

"操……对不起……"他说，好像才意识到自己干了什么。

"哦……没事。"我笑了，一边把正在软下去的鸡巴收起来，后退一步，靠在门上。

他站起来，脸上挂着尴尬的笑容，我能看出他已经把我的精液咽下去了。

"真他妈火辣。"我说，希望他不会因此觉得难堪。

维韦克点了点头，用手背擦了擦嘴。

我让维韦克自己收拾，然后慢跑着回家——但大部分时间我其实在走。我的思绪飘着，需要稍微清空一下脑子，于是我朝着购物中心的方向走回去，经过熟悉的社区和离家不远的房子。

我们刚才到底干了什么？

我本来是想跟维韦克把话说清楚的，但结果发现我把事情搞得更复杂了。

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