BIG RED

It was early spring and I had taken the boat in for it's annual service. I had taken Tuesday off and was excited to go pick up the boat and drive it up to the lake. Excited because I really enjoyed being out on the lake and also I once again got to see Randy at Valley Marine. What a hunk! Randy was maybe 30 years old, perfect body; perfect face, perfect hair, perfect teeth, pretty blue eyes and a killer smile. He always looked so fucking good in his brown leather topsiders and a white polo shirt tucked neatly into his khaki shorts. The 3-button placket spread wide by his broad shoulders and hunky chest. His silky brown chest hair trying desperately to escape above the bottom button. This stud could sell me anything! I arrived at Valley Marine and my boat was already out front waiting for me. I was getting my checkbook out of the console when my door opened and there was Randy. "How's it going?" he asked. "She's all ready for you!"

He held the door open for me as I got out of my truck, then guided me in to the showroom and the service desk. I watched him as he got my paperwork ready...God he was pretty!

He gave me the total and I wrote out the check for the service. He looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and I felt my cock beginning to stir. "Let's go out and take a look at her" he said.

I followed behind him watching his sweet round ass as he walked. His tanned legs were strong and well muscled. I was semi-hard now. He told me all they had done to my boat and showed me a few things that might need to be looked at in the future but otherwise it was in great shape. He squatted down to look at something, his shorts splitting his balls in two, one large nut on each side of the seam of his shorts. Quite a nice view. I looked down into his shirt and saw a forest of his lovely brown fur. Man, I wanted to rip that shirt off him and just run my hands through the hair on his chest. I was hard now and there was no way to hide the bulge in my jeans. He was right there in front of my crotch...he had to see my horniness. "I thought I saw a possible crack but it was just a reflection" he said, rising to his feet. He reached out to shake my hand saying "Well, she's all yours...have fun!"

He stood by the boat as I backed my truck up to the trailer. He helped me hook it up and watched and waved as I drove the boat away. Damn...another year before I'd see him again. I just might have to go look at a new boat before then. That could be dangerous and expensive for me though. I had originally gone to his dealership set to buy a particular model boat. Randy ended up selling me something bigger and much more expensive than I had originally planned. Not that it was a bad decision...the boat was wonderful...but it did involve having to also buy a new truck to tow the extra weight. Oh well...off to the lake.

It wasn't a very warm day and there were only a few boats on the lake. I took 'him' out for a spin. Most people call their boats 'her' or 'she', I call mine 'him' and 'he' because when sitting behind the wheel and looking forward it looks like a huge pointed, powerful dick between my legs. Give it some throttle and it rises up off the water...definitely male! I cruised down to the far end of the lake and went ashore. There were great piles of large round boulders at this end of the lake. I had my favorite spot on a huge flat slab of rock just behind a massive pile of boulders. No one could see you from the lake here. I stripped down and laid out on the rock to work on my tan. Soon I started beating off fantasizing about Randy and his hot, tight ass and sexy chest.

My favorite fantasy of Randy was having him on his back, naked and tied to the four posts of my bed. He cried and pleaded with me that he was straight and not to do anything to him. I would softly stroke his hunky body, fondle his balls and run my fingers up and down his long, fat shaft and he would beg me to stop as his cock grew harder and harder. I would lean down and lick and suck his adorable nipples as he pleaded with me to stop. Then I would move down and begin licking his big, full, round balls and listen to him moan and squirm beneath my talented tongue. He would tug at the bonds holding him captive as I would start to lick up and down his thick, meaty cock. His moans would grow louder as I took his magnificent dick in my warm mouth. He would jolt as if shot with electricity as I swallowed his cock. He didn't want to enjoy it but he had no choice. Then I would stop sucking him and just lick the tip of his dick now and then. Suddenly he would begin begging me to suck him again. I would start to...then back away. He would beg again...soon pleading with me to suck his dick. He would lay there, begging...needing to be in my mouth as I stood at the side of the bed and stroked my cock till I came all over his hairy chest. He would soon be in tears, needing to feel my hand or mouth on his cock. He was needing to cum so badly. This beautiful straight man begging me to make him cum.

By this time I had cum twice. The sun was already drying the cum that was splashed all over my chest and belly. I walked down to the lake and went for a brief swim to wash away the drying mess. I returned to the rock and waited for the sun to dry me. I dressed and took the boat back to the other end of the lake and put him in his slip at the marina.

I was nearly back to town when I felt nature calling. Another mile and I really had to pee! There was really no place to stop on this road...two lanes, well trafficked, very narrow shoulders and not a tree for miles! I thought, hell, I'm almost to town, I could make it to the McDonald's a couple miles further. I slowed down as I came into town and crossed the railroad tracks. I turned onto the main street leading into this end of town. I had forgotten about the park here at the edge of town.

I use the term 'park' but it really wasn't much of one. It was a strip about 3 blocks long and half a block wide. Perfectly flat lawn with 3 spindly trees and a picnic table at one end and a sad looking low concrete block cube that housed the restrooms at the other end. The lawn, such as it was, was turning brown and cut incredibly short. I pulled over to the curb and parked. The only sign of civilization was on older black pickup truck parked at the far end of the park. I got out of my truck and headed across the dry grass towards the restrooms. I entered the Men's room. It was dark, lit only by a skylight in need of washing and a screened gap of maybe 18 inches that ran around the top of the gray, concrete block walls. It was indeed a shabby place, an old urinal, a sink that looked as if it hadn't seen water in years and a shorter concrete block wall that formed the single stall. Large rusty hinges showed that it had once had a door...but that was long gone. Everything was drab and gray. The only color was from a light blue shirt someone had tossed over the stall wall. I didn't think anything about it as I took care of business. Man, did I have to pee! It felt so good emptying the contents of my bladder. The sounds of my piss in the urinal echoed in the small, stark place. I pushed the handle of the urinal and was kind of surprised that it actually worked. I stepped back and was packing myself back in my jeans when I heard sounds coming from the stall. The sounds were familiar. A kind of light, rhythmic slapping sound then it occurred to me that the shirt hanging there over the wall looked clean. I buttoned myself up and quietly took a step back towards the door, then another. At the third step I could see the toes of a pair of black, thick soled work shoes. I took a step to the side moving towards the stall and saw a pair of dark blue pants pushed way down and resting on the tops of the shoes. From these pants rose a fucking vision!

He was seated on the toilet, wearing only a white ball cap on his head. His massive, tree trunk legs rose from the fabric puddle on the floor. His torso was naked, wide, well muscled and covered in short red hair. He was a big man! He was well tanned as if he worked outdoors and had an amazing chest which reminded me of those men you see in the old gladiator movies. The kind of men with big broad shoulders and those massive almost square pecs...mmmmm! His red haired arm was moving slowly up and down and I watched as he squeezed a small bottle of baby oil into his hand and slathered his incredible cock. He was stroking himself slowly, deliberately and sensually. His cock was huge, one of the biggest I'd ever seen. It was very long and very thick, with an enormous triangular shaped head. His cock was very pale in color compared to the rest of this giant, almost white and I could see thick blue veins beneath the oiled skin. He could have made the mold for those huge 10" rubber dildos you see in porn shops. His balls were large and floppy and hung well below his incredible meat. The sound I heard was his hand slapping against his shiny, oily balls on the down stroke. Now and then he would slide his hand down and wipe the slippery oil from his huge balls to re-coat his mammoth shaft.

I wanted an even better view so I went to slide a bit closer to the stall when my foot found a small rock or something which made a loud grating sound on the gray concrete floor. The giant's head snapped up. His fiery hazel eyes looking straight at me. He had a rugged, handsome, sexy face with a neatly trimmed red goatee.

"What the fuck are you looking at, faggot!" his deep voice boomed. I moved back to the urinal. I could feel my pulse racing and my heart pounding. I stood at the urinal trying to calm down, I had no idea what to do. Was this guy dangerous? There was virtually no one around to help if he decided to bash my brains in. Did I dare take another peek? I mean come on, the guy was sitting on a toilet in a public restroom, pants down, shirt off, no door on the stall and beating his immense oiled cock for anyone to see! Maybe he craved being watched. Or, maybe he just thought he was totally alone and hadn't expected to have company. Maybe he did this all the time. My mind was going a mile and a half a minute! Once again I could hear the sound of his massive hand slapping lightly at his balls.

I quietly stepped back towards the door and moved against the wall to venture another peek at this guy. My heart was pounding and my cock was forming a tent in my jeans. I slowly moved sideways until I could once again see his shoes...then legs...then cock.

"Hey faggot" the voice boomed. "What the fuck do you want?" he barked looking up at me as he continued stroking his amazing dick. "Is this what you want?" he asked, shaking his massive pillar of a cock towards me. I backed away once more. I could hear him laughing. "God damn queer!" he chuckled to himself.

I stood at the urinal and listened as the sounds of his masturbation continued...then stopped. I thought I'd sneak one last peek at this fiery beast before I got my ass out of there. I backed towards the door again and once against the wall I went to move closer to the stall when a deep, low gravelly voice asked "So, you want to play with my cock or what?"

He rose from the toilet seat and stood up towering above my 6 foot frame. He stood there in all his magnificent glory. His big, beefy hand still pulling on his monster dick.

"Go ahead..." he growled "Go ahead and touch it!" I moved closer to him...slowly. He dropped his hand and his huge, slick, shiny, oily cock jutted proudly from his dark red bush. I reached out, tentatively at first, then took hold of his massive tool. I couldn't believe how it felt. It was so big around. It felt like having two of my cocks in my hand. It felt hot to the touch. I slowly slid my hand up and down the thick, oily shaft, my fingers reaching only 3/4 the way around the mammoth thickness. He felt amazing. He grunted approval as my hand slid up and down his shaft and up over the massive head. I slid my hand back down the shaft and then wiped my fingers on his heavy balls collecting more oil and resumed stroking. "You like that, faggot?" he asked. I nodded, mesmerized by the meat in my hand. "Now, play with my balls, queer" he commanded. I dutifully gathered up the slippery orbs in my hand and fondled them gently. They felt wonderful in their smooth, oiled sack. I massaged them gently and squeezed them lightly, giving them a tug now and then.

"That's it...Yeah, fucker, that's it...oh, yeah...pull on my big ole balls!" I did as I was told. I then dropped to my knees to really examine and massage his massive nuts. He moaned rather loudly as I tugged and pulled and fondled his balls. He took his mighty dick in hand and began to stroke it once again. Every now and then he would shake and wag it towards my face, teasing me with it. I wanted to feel it in my mouth so fucking bad! I moved my face closer to his cock...it was a wonder to watch. He brushed the tip of his cock against my cheek as I continued working his bull balls. I admired his beautiful belly, tight, rippling with muscles and freckles and a narrow, red fur trail. I noticed his arms and legs were freckled also, the tan just concealed most of them, Damn, he was sexy.

I was admiring the dark red fur trail that led down to his thick bush when he guided his cock towards me. I licked my lips and opened my mouth to take him. He was gentle and slowly slid the head of his beast into my mouth. God he was big. I'd sucked thicker cocks but nothing as long as his. I could feel the baby oil on my lips and tongue. It felt kind of strange having this slimy cock in my mouth but it glided in and out so nicely. He pushed it inside me as I tugged at his big balls. His cock head hit the back of my throat and he growled a deep "Aaaaaah" as I sucked at his big meat. He pushed harder and I felt him start to move into my throat. He held the back of my head and I knew what was coming. He pushed hard as the immense cock slid deep into my throat. God he was huge! It was cutting off my air supply. He ground his big cock into me as I struggled for air. He then pulled from my throat as I gasped swallowing all the air I could as he slid it back down my throat. He held my head firmly but didn't hurt me as he guided his engorged tool in and out of my throat. "Fuck an A" was all I heard him utter as he raped my face. He continued thrusting his cock in and out of me for several minutes then very slowly pulled his cock free. I could feel every fraction of inch of his thick, veiny shaft as his cock slid from me.

I sat there on my knees trying to catch my breath. He shoved his big, slick balls at my mouth and I took them inside, first one, then, with some difficulty, the second. I rolled them around on my tongue. I slurped up all his saggy ball sack till my lips were tight against the base of his mighty cock. He growled in approval. I pulled at his balls with my mouth as I sucked them. He took his hand and began stroking his cock once more. I looked up at him as he watched me, my mouth full of his balls. Damn, he was one sexy beast of a man. I released his balls from my mouth as they plopped free, swinging nicely as he jerked his long, thick cock.

I stood up and leaned towards him to lick his nipple. He put his hand to my chest to stop me. "What are you doing, queer?" he growled.

"I was just going to suck on your nipple...if you like?" I asked.

"Oh...I thought maybe you were going to try and kiss me! I don't kiss queers" he announced.

"That's fine" I said. I moved my head closer to his nipple with no further reaction from him. His chest was immense and incredibly firm and muscular. His muscles rippling beneath the tanned and furry, freckled skin as he stroked his cock. I licked as his nipple and flicked it with my tongue. He growled with approval. I took it in my mouth and sucked at it gently.

"Harder, faggot...suck it harder...yeah...that's it...yeah!" he pleaded. I sucked and nibbled lightly on his sweet nip. "Harder" he barked as I began chewing on his nip. I reached up and squeezed the other nip tightly. He gasped deeply, I saw that his eyes were closed and he was really enjoying this. I continued working his nips as hard as I dared. I didn't want to hurt him. I sucked at one then moved to the other as I continued my assault on his nipples.

He suddenly pushed me away and ordered me to sit. He grabbed my shoulders and guided me onto the toilet. He moved between my legs and slid his cock back in my mouth, pumping it in and out slowly. His cock slid down my throat fairly easily. His cock was so big it really didn't get rigid like some cocks do. He was hard but still somewhat pliable and bendable. I was amazed that I could swallow a dick of this size. I may be sore tomorrow, I thought. He continued thrusting in and out of me as I felt his hands pulling at my shirt. I raised my arms as he pulled it from me and tossed over the wall along with his. I was surprised when he reached down and teased my nipples with his huge fingers. He was so gentle and very sensual. I kept waiting for him to squeeze them hard as he had asked me to do. He just massaged them wonderfully as I sucked him. He slid his hands under my arm pits and lifted me off the toilet. I was now standing as he leaned down and sucked gently at my nipple, first one, then the other. His big, thick tongue felt wonderful on me. He continued sucking them as I explored his incredible massive body with my hands. His back was immense and strong and I could feel his thick muscles beneath the skin. He shoved me back down onto the toilet once again. He stood up and turned, his round and nearly white, freckled ass in front of my face. He slowly bent over, his massive hands spreading his ass cheeks exposing his tight, pink rosebud. He wagged his butt back and forth before me. I placed my hands over his and licked at his hot little hole.

I could feel his body tremble and he growled loudly, "Fuck yeah, man...eat my fuckin' ass, cocksucker!"

I was a little surprised at this turn of events. He started grinding his ass into my face as my tongue probed at his man hole. He was desperately trying to pull his cheeks even further apart as I explored his ass with my tongue. I pressed my tongue into his hole and I heard him gasp. He pushed his firm, pale ass hard against my probing tongue. I felt his man hole yield to me slightly as my tongue slipped deeper inside him. He was moaning softly like a deep throated purr. I darted my tongue in an out of his hot little hole. He was loving this and ground his butt down onto my tongue as best he could. His fingers slid down towards his hole in an effort to pry it open even further. I felt my tongue slide even deeper, tasting the pink lining of his most private parts. I pushed with my tongue as deep as I could, darting in and out quickly then slowing my pace, now slowly fucking his delicious man hole.

The massive red giant suddenly pulled himself off of my tongue, stood up, turned around pulled me up off the toilet. He worked at my belt buckle then slid my jeans down to the concrete floor. He shoved his massive hands into my briefs and slid them to the floor as my hard cock slapped up against my belly. He reached down and fondled my big balls then took my cock in his hand. He grabbed the bottle of baby oil and poured the thick, cool liquid up and down my shaft. He began beating my cock slowly, then faster. It felt so great. He seemed to know just the right amount of pressure and just the right speed. It wouldn't be long till I was shooting cum all over this drab little restroom. He stopped and then oiled me again. He then turned around and bent over, offering me his beautiful, tight ass. I aimed my cock at his tiny pink, puckering hole. I pressed the head against his hole and pushed, my cock slid right in. He never made a sound.

"Fuck me, faggot! Come on, fuck me hard!" he barked. I pushed deep into him and started rocking my cock in and out of him. He reached back, placed his hands on my ass and pulled me deep into him. His hole was hot and tight, it felt so damn good. We got into a nice rhythm, in and out, in and out, till I was pulling free from his ass then sliding back in deep. He was moaning and I was getting hot. I was about ready to unload into this big red beast. He suddenly pulled off my cock, spun around, dropped to his knees and took my oily cock in his hand and started stroking me perfectly. It was only seconds till i knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

"I'm gonna cum!" I panted. He kept stroking at a perfect pace. I could feel my balls getting tighter and my cock getting even harder.

"That's it..." he cried, "Come on, faggot...you can do it!" "Cum all over me...NOW!" he hollered. I obeyed and felt the swelling in my cock as the hot fluid rushed up my shaft.

"I'm cumming" I squealed as he opened his mouth and I let fly. Great gushes of cum flew thought the air, landing on his chest, his face and some even on his tongue. He continued beating my cock, drops of cum landing all over him. I finally begged him to stop, the head of my cock was getting so sensitive. He finally slowed down and then released my still dripping dick.

He looked up at me, cum covering his face and cheek. He was so damned sexy. I reached down to wipe the cum from his cheek and he grabbed my hand.

"What now? Do you want your cum faggot?" he asked as he stood up. He placed his dripping cheek near my mouth and I lapped the cum from his face. He suddenly grasped my face in his hands and shoved his mighty tongue in my mouth. His tongue was so big and was greedily exploring my mouth. I was so caught off guard. I began to return the attention and sucked at his massive tongue. I could taste my cum on his tongue. He then pushed me back down on the toilet.

He oiled his massive shaft up once again and started stroking himself. I reached out and tugged at his big, beefy balls. I slid my free hand up over his belly toward his chest. I found his nipple and squeezed and massaged it. I watched his handsome face as his eyes began to close. His breathing quickened. He threw his head back and moved closer to me. His chest was heaving in and out and I watched as his beautiful hanging balls rose to the base of his mighty meat. He grunted and groaned and I knew he was close. He reached out and placed his huge hand on the back of my head. He pulled my face close to his cock. I was eye to eye with the beast and watched in fascination as his piss slit opened wide. His cock head seemed to swell to an even bigger proportion when the first volley struck me. His cum hit me between the eyes and then my cheek, then he pulled me onto his cock as several more spurts filled my mouth. He shoved his cock in deep and again it slid deep down my throat. He held me on his cock for what seemed like forever. It was hard to breath and I could feel my face flushed and tears were running down my cheeks. He pulled free and I sat there gasping for air. He took his big softening cock and slapped my face with it.

He reached to the floor and pulled his tangled pants up as he tucked his mammoth meat back inside and zipped up. He buckled his belt, grabbed his shirt from the wall and left. I used toilet tissue to clean myself up as best I could and dressed. I was leaving the restroom when I saw the black pickup, at the far end of the park, pull away from the curb and hurry down the street. I guess he'd gotten what he wanted. I know I had gotten much more than I had planned on.

大红

作者：Prowler9

那是初春时节，我已经把船送去进行年度保养了。我特意请了周二的假，兴奋地准备去取船，然后把它开到湖上去。兴奋的原因是我真的很享受在湖上度过的时光，而且我又能见到山谷码头的兰迪了。天哪，那家伙简直是个极品！兰迪大概三十岁左右，身材完美；完美的脸庞，完美的发型，完美的牙齿，漂亮的蓝眼睛，还有一个迷死人的笑容。他穿着棕色皮质船鞋和一件白色 Polo 衫，整整齐齐地塞进卡其色短裤里，看起来总是那么他妈的好看。那件 Polo 衫的三粒扣门襟被他宽阔的肩膀和健壮的胸膛撑得向两边敞开，柔滑的棕色胸毛拼命地想要从最下面那颗扣子上方钻出来。这个帅哥简直能说服我买下任何东西！我抵达山谷码头的时候，我的船已经被拖出来停在前面等着我了。我正把手伸进中控台的收纳箱里去拿支票簿，这时我的车门被人打开了，站在那里的正是兰迪。

“最近怎么样？”他问道，“她已经全部准备好，随时可以出发了！”

他替我扶着车门让我下了卡车，然后领着我走进了展示厅，一直走到服务台前。我看着他在准备我的文件——老天，他真是太漂亮了！

他把总价报给了我，我开了一张支票来支付保养费。他抬起头，用那双美丽的蓝眼睛看着我，我感到自己的鸡巴开始悄悄地硬了起来。“我们出去看看她吧，”他说。

我跟着他往外走，眼睛紧紧盯着他那圆润紧实的屁股在走路时的摆动。他那双晒成古铜色的腿结实有力，肌肉线条分明。这时候我已经半硬了。

我们站在码头上，他向我说明他们做了哪些保养工作，一切都运转良好。我装着在听，实际上我只是在看他那肌肉发达的肩膀，以及他的屁股在短裤里每走一步的移动方式。他瞟了我一眼，嘴角浮起一丝几乎难以察觉的微笑。

我有点尴尬，把目光移开了。

“嘿，你还好吧？”他问道。

“嗯，挺好的。就是……天有点热，你知道的，”我支支吾吾地说。

他点点头，没有说话。

我们走到我的船前，他指给我看新换的螺旋桨，向我解释叶片的改动将如何改善提速性能。我点了点头，假装听懂了他在说什么，但事实上我根本心不在焉。

然后他把一只手放在了我肩膀上。“听着，如果你今天没什么安排的话，我大概三十分钟之后开始午休。我们可以一起去吃个午饭，如果你愿意的话。”

我的心跳瞬间漏了好几拍。

“呃……好啊，没问题。算我请客，”我说。

他笑了，那笑容灿烂得像阳光一样。“行，我去拿外套。在这儿等我回来。”

我看着他沿着码头往回走，他的屁股在卡其色短裤里一左一右完美地摇摆。我深深地吸了一大口气，努力让自己冷静下来。“冷静点，你们之间是纯粹的工作关系，”我对自己说。但这根本没用。我的鸡巴已经硬起来了，而且不管我怎么自欺欺人都不会软下去。

没多久，兰迪穿着一件轻便夹克走了回来，然后我们一起走向他的卡车。他开的是一辆红色的雪佛兰西尔维拉多。我爬上副驾驶座，闻到一股淡淡的皮革味和古龙水的香味。我转过头看着他，午后明亮的阳光把他的侧脸轮廓勾画得棱角分明。

“想吃什么？”他问我。

“随便，你推荐就好。”

他点了点头，发动了引擎。

我们开到了镇上的一家小餐馆，点了几个汉堡和几杯啤酒。聊天的内容都很正常——船的事情、工作、天气——但我总觉得我们俩之间有某种说不清的东西正在暗暗涌动。他看我的那种眼神，那种若即若离的注视和若有若无的微笑，都让我觉得他要的不只是跟我吃一顿午饭。

吃完饭之后，他抢着结了账，我没能拦住他，然后我们走回停车场。太阳已经高高挂在空中，空气暖洋洋的。

“嗯……”他转过身来面对着我，“我还有一些时间。想不想……去散个步？这附近有个公园。”

我点了点头，感觉嘴里突然干得厉害。

那个公园不大，就一个操场、几张长椅、一片草地。我们在其中一条长椅上坐下来，看着孩子们在滑滑梯上嬉闹。沉默了几分钟，然后兰迪的一只手落在了我的膝盖上。

我转头看着他。他正直愣愣地盯着前方，脸上几乎没什么表情，但他那只手却慢慢地、几乎是试探性地开始沿着我的大腿往上移动。

“兰迪……”我开口了，想找些话说。

“嘘——”他轻声制止了我，手指在我的腿上轻轻地捏了捏。“就一会儿。”

他转过身来，靠近我，近到我能闻到他呼吸里淡淡的啤酒味和一丝薄荷的气息。然后他的嘴唇贴上了我的。

我一开始整个人直接僵住了，但他放在我腿上的手还在那里，温柔而坚定。我闭上眼睛，开始回应他的吻。他的嘴唇软得要命，舌头带着试探探进我的嘴里，然后吻得越来越深。他的手从我的腿上滑到腰间，一把把我拉近。

我们这样吻了好一会儿，然后他退开，看着我，眼里带着一种我不太能读懂的表情。

“一直想这么做，”他轻声说。

“做什么？”

“吻你。从你第一次把你的船开来保养那天开始，我就一直想这么做了。”

我张了张嘴，却完全不知道该说什么。但他又笑了笑，然后轻轻拍了拍我的大腿。“走吧，我送你回码头。”

回去的路上，车里一片沉默，但那种紧张感又升了起来，只是这次不一样了。不再是尴尬，而是一种赤裸裸的期待。

他把车停在了码头停车场，熄了火。我们俩就那么坐着，谁也没有开口说话。

“兰迪，”我最终还是打破了沉默，“刚才那个——”

“——我还想再来一次，”他打断了我的话，转过头来直直地看着我。

于是我们又一次在车里接吻了。这次更加急切，他的手滑进我的夹克下面，隔着衬衫开始抚摸我的胸口。我的手也不甘示弱地伸进他那件 Polo 衫底下，摸到了他那光滑结实的胸肌和那一小撮诱人得要命的胸毛。

他的鸡巴硬邦邦地顶着我的大腿，我低头看着他卡其色短裤前面那鼓鼓囊囊的隆起，喉咙干得像砂纸。

“想换个地方吗？”他喘着粗气问道。

“去哪里？”

“我知道一个地方。”

他重新发动引擎，开了大概十分钟左右，最后把车停在一栋看起来像是废弃仓库的建筑物后面。四周一个人都没有，安静得只能听到远处偶尔传来的鸟叫声。

他关掉引擎，转过身来对着我，什么也没说，只是再次吻了上来。但这次他的手直接伸到了我裤子的拉链上，熟练地一把拉开，然后伸了进去，握住了我那根已经硬得发疼的鸡巴。

我倒吸了一大口气，他低声笑了，那是一种低沉而满足的笑声。“我就知道。”

他低下头，把嘴凑到我那根鸡巴上。我靠着座椅靠背，彻底闭上了眼睛。

他的舌头又温暖又柔软，熟练地绕着我的龟头打圈圈，然后慢慢地、一寸一寸地把整根都含进了嘴里。他深喉的时候发出一点轻微的吞咽声，但丝毫没有停下来的意思。他一只手握着我鸡巴的根部，嘴巴在龟头上来回快速地滑动，舌头不停地刺激着马眼。

“操……兰迪……”我呻吟着，手不自觉地抓住了他的头发。

他更加卖力了，嘴上动作越来越快，喉咙收得越来越紧。我感觉自己快要到了，想要提醒他，但他完全没有要停的意思。

我把整泡精液都射进了他的喉咙里，他继续吸着，一直到我完完全全地射空，然后才抬起头来，嘴角还挂着一丝我的精液。他笑了笑，用手指把那一点汁液抹掉，放进嘴里吸干净。

我看着他的脸，看着他那双深蓝色的眼睛，突然感到一种从未体验过的空虚和满足奇妙地交织在了一起。

“轮到我了，”他说着，拉下自己短裤的拉链，掏出一根又粗又长的大鸡巴——目测大概八英寸，割过包皮的，龟头大得像一颗饱满的李子。

我深吸了一大口气，凑了过去。

我对天发誓，那是我这辈子见过的最漂亮的鸡巴之一。它完美地向上弯曲，龟头饱满浑圆，茎身上青筋微微凸起。我低下头，把它含进了嘴里。

他发出一声深沉的呻吟，一只手放在我的后脑勺上，温柔但坚定地鼓励我继续往前吞。我尽量放松喉咙的肌肉，把他那根粗壮的大肉棒往里吞，努力想要把他刚才给我的那种极致快感回馈给他。

几分钟之后，他的身体猛地绷紧了，闷哼一声，把整泡精液全都射进了我的嘴里。我没有犹豫，直接全部咽了下去。

事后，我们瘫靠在各自的座位上，大口大口地喘着气。他转过头来看着我，脸上露出了一个满足的笑容。

“这是我吃过的最棒的午休。”

我笑了。

那天之后，我们开始频繁地见面。有时候是约在码头，有时候是在他家——他一个人独居，没有室友——有时候就干脆在车里。他以前结过婚，但早就离了。没有孩子。他说他很早就知道自己更喜欢男人，但一直没有勇气真正去面对这件事。

“遇到你之后，我知道自己不能再继续躲下去了，”他有一次这样告诉我。

我什么都没说，只是伸出手，把他的手紧紧握在手里。

几个月之后，我也离婚了。不全是因为兰迪——我和我前妻之间早就存在问题了。但兰迪的出现确实让一切都变得前所未有的清晰。我不能再继续假装自己是一个我并不想成为的人了。

兰迪和我现在已经正式在一起了。我们暂时还没有住到一起——我们俩都一致觉得现在搬一起住还为时过早——但我们在认真地交往着。

每次我去山谷码头取船或者送船保养的时候，他总会给我一个意味深长的眼神和一个隐秘到只有我们两个能懂的微笑。没有人知道我们的关系。只有我们两个人知道。那是属于我们俩的秘密。

有一天晚上，在他家，做完爱之后我们躺在床上休息，他翻了个身，面对着我。

“嘿，”他说。

“嗯？”

“我爱你。”

我看着他，窗外的街灯投进来的柔和光线在他脸上勾勒出温柔的轮廓。

“我也爱你，兰迪。”

他笑了，然后吻了我。

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后来，有一天下午我正在公园里等他结束午休。他说今天可以提前下班。我一个人坐在长椅上，晒着暖洋洋的太阳，看着孩子们在操场上疯跑嬉闹。

我等了十五分钟。二十分钟。然后突然间，一个巨大的影子从天而降，把我整个人笼罩在阴影里。

我抬起头。

他就站在那里，逆着阳光，我只能看出他大致的轮廓——身高超过一米九，块头大得像一座小山，一头乱蓬蓬的红色浓发在阳光下燃烧得像一团熊熊烈火。

但我不认识这个人。

“你就是码头上那个家伙？”他开口问道，“那个喜欢吸鸡巴的？”

他的声音低沉粗哑，像砂纸磨过岩石表面一样，带着一种说不出的压迫感。

“什么？”我整个人愣住了。

“别他妈装傻。我在监控录像里看到你们了。你在那辆红色卡车里给他口交。”

我的心脏猛地停了一拍。他咧开嘴笑了，露出一排参差不齐、看起来并不怎么友好的牙齿。

“你想干什么？”

他蹲了下来，跟我脸对脸，距离近到我能清清楚楚地闻到他身上那股淡淡的机油味和烟草味混合在一起的气息。

“我也想要，”他说，声音平静得让人觉得毛骨悚然。“现在就去。后面那个厕所。”

我顺着他的目光看向公园后面那座破旧不堪的公厕。墙上的油漆早就剥落得不成样子，门歪歪斜斜地挂着，好像随时都会从铰链上脱落下来。

“我不——”

“不许跟我说不，死基佬。”他的眼神骤然冷了下来，像寒冬腊月的冰水。“不然我就把那卷监控录像寄给你老婆。寄到你公司去。”

我站了起来，腿软得像踩在棉花上。他比我高出了整整一个头还不止。壮得像一头棕熊。

我跟他走了。

厕所里面的状况惨不忍睹。小便池里结着又厚又黄的尿垢，地上积着一滩来历不明的可疑液体，空气中弥漫着刺鼻的氨水味和霉味，混合在一起，恶心得令人作呕。

他走进来，随手关上了门，反锁。

“跪下。”

我跪了下去。地砖上那滩湿漉漉的液体立刻浸透了我牛仔裤的膝盖部分，冰凉的感觉透过布料传到皮肤上。

他慢条斯理地拉开裤子的拉链，把手伸进去，然后从里面掏出了我这辈子见过的最大的一根鸡巴。足足有十英寸长，甚至可能更长。割过包皮的，龟头呈现出一种暗沉的深红色，像一只因为极度愤怒而攥紧的拳头。茎身上爬满了粗大暴凸的青筋，一道一道交织在一起，看起来狰狞而凶猛。

那玩意儿现在还只是半硬的状态，但前端已经开始不停地往下渗出清亮的黏液了。

“含住它。”

我张开嘴，努力地试图把那玩意儿吞进嘴里。太大了。我的嘴角被撑到了极限，也只能勉强含进龟头和一小截茎身。他猛地伸出手，一把抓住我的后脑勺，粗暴地把我的头用力往他身上按下去。

我剧烈地干呕起来。喉咙里发出无法控制的痉挛声。他笑了。

“对，就是这样。吸它，死基佬。”

我拼命地试着放松自己的喉咙，让自己接纳更多的部分。他挺动着胯部，不急不缓地把那根巨兽般的肉棒往我喉咙深处一下一下地插进去。我彻底喘不上气来，眼泪开始止不住地往外冒，顺着脸颊往下淌，但他根本没有要停下来的意思。

“你这张嘴就是专门用来干这个的，是吧？”他喘着粗气骂道，声音沙哑而兴奋，“一张专门给人吸鸡巴的嘴。”

我嘴里含着他的巨物，只能从喉咙里发出含含糊糊的呜咽声。我已经完全失去了时间的概念。不知道过了多久，十分钟还是二十分钟，他终于闷哼了一声，把整泡滚烫黏稠的精液直接射进了我的喉咙最深处。那一发的量多得惊人，又稠又腥，直冲食道。我被呛得剧烈咳嗽起来，但还是努力把那股带着强烈气味的汁液全部吞了下去。

他拔出来的时候，我的嘴还呆呆地张着，合不拢，嘴角到下颏挂满了口水和精液混合在一起拉出的黏稠丝线。

“不错嘛，”他说，拉上拉链，用粗大的手掌轻轻拍了拍我的脸颊，像拍一条听话的狗。“以后我还会再来找你的。”

他转身就走了出去。剩下我一个人跪在肮脏寒冷的厕所地砖上，浑身控制不住地发抖，嘴里全是他的精液那股挥之不去的腥膻味道。

我跪了很久很久。

然后我终于撑着地面慢慢站了起来，抬起手背用力擦了擦嘴，把嘴角那残存的苦涩余味顺着口水一起狠狠咽了下去。

我走出厕所的时候，外面的阳光依然灿烂得刺眼，操场上的孩子们还在无忧无虑地追逐笑闹。

我走向我的车，双手插在口袋里，手指摸到了他刚才离开前塞进我口袋的一张纸条。拿出来一看，上面只潦草地写着一串电话号码。

我回到家，洗了个澡，刷了三遍牙。但那股味道还在。不光是嘴里，更深的，是在我脑子里的某个角落里顽固地盘踞着。

那天晚上我躺在床上，直直地盯着天花板，怎么也睡不着。那张纸条就放在我的床头柜上。

我伸出手，把它拿起来，盯着它看了很久很久。

然后我把它揉成了一团，扔进了垃圾桶里。

但我没有睡好。我知道我还会再看到那张脸，那团红得像火焰一样的头发，那个冷冰冰的、令人不寒而栗的笑容。

而且我也知道，到了那一天，我依然会跪下去。