Hunter's Shack with Gun Holes
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Hunter's Shack with Gun Holes???
I'm a decent looking guy, or at least I've been told by a few guys that I'm "hot". I'm 6' tall, 165 lbs. dark hair, blue eyes, and my dick's about 8" long - cut. I've had my share of relationships that were good for a while, but eventually tanked. At the moment, I'm 30 years old, single again, and living and working in a big city, as a junior architect in a big engineering firm. Being single, my sex life currently consists of an occasional hook-up with someone at a gay bar, or, at times when I'm really horny - hook-ups on Grindr.
This is all quite different from how I grew up. I was an only child, who grew up in a suburban area, that was surrounded by a mixture of farmland and woodlands. It was a great place for a boy to grow up - especially for a guy like me, who was on the shy side. I used to love to hike in the woods near my house. It was in those woods, where my best friend Greg, who lived next door for a couple years, and I would go off hiking afternoons after school, or all day during summer breaks. There were some tree stands in the woods that we hiked in, that hunters used during hunting season. There was one in particular that Greg and I liked to climb up into and hang out in. When it wasn't hunting season, it was our fort! It was in that fort that we had some of our best discussions about life, and, eventually, one day when we were both 14, and he brought along a Penthouse magazine that he'd swiped from his older brother, that we got talking about sex. Looking at the pictures did nothing for me. I knew I was gay. Greg's jeans couldn't hide his hardon though, which then got me hard as well! I could tell he was hot and bothered, and that made me equally so. He suggested we read some of the Forum articles too, because he said they were usually "hot". Without waiting for me to respond, he started reading one aloud. It was written by a guy who described how he hooked up with a girl at a bar, and they did it in a stall in the men's room. When he finished reading that one, he was still aroused, which caused me to continue to be so too.
I was surprised by the next story, because it was about a gay encounter. I was even more surprised though when Greg read through the entire story, even though it was about a gay encounter. I would've thought he'd have stopped when he realized, and moved on to a different story, but he didn't. It was a good story though, and it kept me aroused. I don't know if it was real or fictional. It was set in WWII in the French countryside, and it was about a very young American soldier out on patrol alone one afternoon. It started to rain, and he found a barn to duck into. He was surprised to find a German soldier, his own age, already in the barn, helmet off, sitting on the ground leaning against a stack of hay. At first they held drew their guns on one another. But then, the American soldier noticed the German, who was a good looking blond boy, had his pants open, and had been jacking off. The American couldn't help smiling, and chuckling. The German was embarrassed, but the American soldier, grinned and nodded, and grasped his crotch and gave himself a squeeze. The American couldn't speak German, and the German couldn't speak English, but the American indicated he would put his gun away, if the German would, so they did. Then the American went and sat right next to the German boy, opened his own pants, and started to jack off too! The German smiled then, and took up his own cock again. As the two jerked off together, they each watched the other, and both got hotter and hotter. Finally, the American boy reached over and brushed the German boy's hand away from his cock. He then grasped it, and gave a few pulls. The German was shocked, but after a moment reached over and did the same to the American. The American stopped, so the German stopped. The American looked the German in the eye, and saw his desire, so he leaned over and began sucking his cock. The German sighed happily, and let the American suck him off. When he'd finished cumming, he sucked off the American as well. By then, the rain had stopped. They both got up, got dressed, and went their separate ways. Before they parted though, each wrote down his name and address, and they gave them to each other. Then, they shared a kiss, and a strong hug, before each walked out of the barn and turned in a different direction. When the war ended, the American soldier had survived. He still had the German soldier's address. One day he wrote to the German soldier. About two months later, he got a letter from a woman. It was in German, and there was a photo of the German boy included. Once he got the woman's letter translated, he felt awful. The woman was the boy's sister. She wrote that he had been killed in the war - on the same day the two had had their tryst in the barn! He had been shot and died just hours afterward. The American was very upset about the German's death, but finally took some solace in the fact that he'd given the boy a little pleasure near the end of his life. The American soldier framed the German soldier's photo, and always kept it on his desk for the rest of his life. When anyone asked about the photo, he would just tell them it was someone he met in the war, who had died.
When Greg finished reading the story, my eyes were stinging. I felt so bad for both of them. I didn't know exactly what to say though, since it was a gay story Greg was reading about. I couldn't stop wondering why he'd continued reading it when he found it was gay. I also couldn't help noticing though that Greg's dick was still hard, which of course stiffened me back up right away too.
"Wow!" was all I could say.
"I know!" Greg said. "Those two must've been really horny to do each other like that!"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, they each probably hadn't gotten off in a while, and were so hot and bothered, that they were willing to suck each other's dicks!" he said.
It was then I realized, that he didn't realize, the two guys were probably gay. He thought they were straight, and desperate for sex.
"I mean, I know the feeling!" he added, with a funny look on his face, which was starting to turn a little pink. "I don't know if I would go that far though."
I couldn't help chuckling, and asking, "So how far would you go?"
His face reddened, but he had a very horny expression as well, and his cock flexed in his jeans.
"I-I don't know," He stammered. "How far would you go?"
"I don't know either," I said, and I felt my own face heating up.
He looked at me carefully, then finally asked "Wanta find out?"
"Wh-what?" I asked, surprised.
"It's obvious we both need to get off!" he gasped, his face getting even darker. He couldn't look directly at me, but I could see he was looking at me out of the tops of his eyes, as he lowered his head. "Wanta at least jack off together, kinda like they did?"
My breath caught, as I thought for a moment. Finally, I said, "uh... OK."
Greg looked up at me then. His expression was a little surprised, but also relieved, and the redness seemed to be starting to fade from his face.
"Really?" he asked, uncertainly.
"Sure!" I said, a little more confidently, realizing he seemed serious.
He smiled a little then, and so did I.
"Let's get to it then!" he said, and he began to unbuckle his belt.
We were both sitting on the floor of the deer blind, with our backs to the wall, so quickly we both began opening our pants. I was surprised when he kicked off his sneakers, and totally removed his jeans and underwear.
"I gotta be comfortable," he said, blushing a little again, when I looked curiously at me..
I chuckled, but stripped from the waist down too.
He pulled off his T-shirt, so I did too. At that point, all we were both wearing were our socks! We were both hard as a rock though. Greg was gorgeous. He was tall and skinny, like me, but bleachy blond. His dick was about the size of mine, which at that point in my life was 6-1/2 to 7 inches long. He was cut too.
Quickly, we both resumed our positions, sitting on the floor next to each other, leaning against the wall.
Greg grasped his hardon, and began stroking up and down it, so I did too. We looked at each other and grinned. Then set about seriously working our meat. As we sat next to each other, our backs against the wall, masturbating and watching each other, it occurred to me that the two of us were doing just what the American and German soldier did, all those years ago in that barn in France. The thought of that just made me more aroused.
After a while, I was shocked when in a breathless voice, Greg asked, "So, wanta try doing each other, like those soliders did?"
"Um, OK," I agreed. Apparently he was thinking the same thoughts I was about us being like the two soldiers.
Rather urgently, Greg reached for my cock, so I let go and he grasped it and began stroking up and down. He was gentle, but firm. It was the first time anyone had ever touched my penis in a sexual way. It felt great! Quickly I grasped his, and started working on it too, bringing a slight gasp from his lips.
We hadn't been working on each other too long, staring at each other's crotch as we worked on one another, when he stopped, and without letting go of me, and again looking sideways and indirectly at me, in a raspy voice asked, "So.... wanta try sucking each other too?"
"Really?" I asked, shocked. I'd always thought Greg was 100% straight! Had I been wrong? For him to suggest sucking on each other, I must've been.
"Well, I'm not gay - but I really wanta know what it feels like, and I suspect you do too." he responded.
"OK," I said, still shocked at what he was suggesting.
I didn't have time to ponder the situation any further though. Quickly Greg let go of me, and spun around getting onto his knees, between my legs, which he pushed apart, so he ended up facing me, his ass up in the air facing away from me. The next thing I knew, he'd gone down on me and was sucking up and down my dick! I was completely shocked - but also in ecstasy! His mouth felt GREAT!
"Dude!" I gasped after several seconds. "Stop before I blow!"
I figured Greg wouldn't want my jizz in his mouth, so I was more shocked when he kept sucking on me! Of course I was also getting dangerously close to blowing my load down his throat.
A few seconds later, I knew I had to be oozing pre-cum already, and felt ready to explode.
"DUDE! I'm gonna shoot now!" I cried, in a strangled gasp.
Greg just sped up, but then he did something I totally wasn't expecting, that momentarily caused the build up of my imminent explosion to stop short - suddenly, I felt Greg's middle finger slip between my ass cheeks and poke my hole!
As Greg's digit began vigorously fingering me, and his hot velvety mouth slid swiftly up and down my shaft, while he cupped and fondled my balls, I suddenly felt my orgasm begin rapidly building again. Then, seconds later, as I was in a frenzy, Greg's finger penetrated my hole and pressed up into my rectum, up against my prostate, which he began massaging. I literally exploded, blowing the biggest load of my life down Greg's throat! I was in heaven, and at the same time, shocked beyond belief that he'd do all that! As I writhed and moaned with pleasure, reveling in the experience, Greg carried on like a trooper, until I'd finally oozed my last drop, and had to tell him to stop.
When he finally pulled off me, we were both gasping for air, but I was smiling happily. Greg on the other hand looked worried and embarrassed, but was still hard as a rock, and leaking pre-cum himself, as he wiped some saliva and the dregs of my cum from his lips, and then licked it off his hand. I was having a hard enough time believing he'd finger my asshole like he did, but to allow me to cum in his mouth, and to swallow it, then lick it off his lips - holy Shit! Was Greg gay???
"Holy Shit!" was all I could say, as my lungs heaved for air.
"umm... are you OK?" he asked, uncertainly a moment later, his face red, and again, he couldn't look at me.
"Fuck yeah!" I gasped, looking at him. "I can't believe you did all that though!"
As I looked at him, his color darkened even more, and I noticed his expression was crumpling. He was fighting to keep from crying. I realized then, that he thought I was going to turn on him.
"Dude!" I said, and I reached over and stroked his hair, which caused him to flinch. His head did jerk up and he looked at me though. His expression was a mixture of embarrassed confusion.
"That was the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me!" I said, and I smiled.
"S-so, you're no mad then?" he asked.
"Hell no!" I said, grinning. "Dude! That was awesome!"
He looked at me, still uncertain, and In a worried tone, asked, "Um... so, you still gonna do me too?"
I looked up and him and smiled, and said, "In a sec, as soon as I recover!"
Greg relaxed and smiled then, and spun around and sat back up against the wall next to me.
A minute later, when I could breathe normally again, I got into position, and duplicated for him, what he'd done for me. It left him as happy as it had left me, and I realized, I liked the flavor of cum!
When we talked afterward, Greg wouldn't admit to being gay, but he wasn't sure he was straight either. He just knew he liked what we'd done, and I agreed with him.
And that's the story of the first time I had sex! Needless to say, Greg and I returned to the tree stand every day after that, to re-enact our first encounter. Not many visits afterward, we also expanded upon it... It was about a week later that Greg asked if he could try fucking me, and I let him. Fortunately, he'd been thinking ahead, and had brought along a jar of vaseline, which we used for lube, otherwise, it might not have worked out so well! He listened when I told him to go slow, and he was well greased up, so he managed to get his cock inside me, and once I was used to it, he gave me a proper fucking - which I loved - and which made me blow my load too. From that point on, we usually sucked each other off once, then I'd let Greg fuck me, and we'd both cum again. Greg did let me try to fuck him once, and it worked, but he really didn't like it that well, and I realized I preferred to have him fuck me. So, we were a good fit!
For the next couple years, until Greg's father was transferred and he moved away, we had sex regularly in that tree stand! I missed him a lot when he moved away. For a while we stayed in touch, but eventually, our contact waned, until we lost track of each other. I have no idea where he is, and what he's doing, or if he turned out straight, gay, or bi. Memories of our times together in that tree stand though, are still often a fantasy I think about when I'm fucking myself with a dildo and jacking off!
So, yeah, I'm living in the city, alone, with no regular sexual prospects, and I'm jacking off a lot, often while fantasizing about mine and Greg's afternoons in the woods, and that's where this story is leading to!
Having more free time again, due to being single, I been dwelling on my memories in general from my childhood, not just those of my sexual encounters with Greg, and I began to remember how nice it was living in a rural setting, rather than in the smelly, noisy city where everyone is on top of one another. These thoughts caused me to develop a hankering to get back out into nature. I actually don't live too far away from areas where there is farmland and forests. In fact, I'd made day trips in the past occasionally to some State-owned forests and spent a few hours hiking in the woods. It was great - really rejuvenated my spirit. Although when it was time to leave, and head back to the city, I felt sad. After my latest breakup, having time again to just sit and think, I began to try and figure out exactly what it is I want to do with the rest of my life. Sure! I'd love to find a great guy to settle down with forever, but so far, it doesn't seem like that's in the cards for me. So, at some point, I decided to just stop thinking about relationships, and if I'm destined to meet someone, it'll happen. Meanwhile, I decided to concentrate on trying to do things that make me happy. And one of those things, is to get out of the city and back out into nature more.
So, I decided that on weekends I should go exploring the surrounding areas looking for good hiking and camping spots, to rejuvenate myself. I actually found several not too far away, and started visiting them for long weekends. I found I really enjoyed getting out of the city, and hiking about in the country, and forests. Everywhere I went was nice, but the last place I went, which is only a little over an hour away from my apartment, really struck a note with me. It's great! It's a small town, on the northern shore of a good-sized lake that has a public beach. And, the north side of the town runs up to a large State-Owned forest, with lots of public hiking trails. And, there's hunting in the fall.
The first time I stayed there, I stayed in a motel not far from one of the entrances into the woods. I spent each day hiking the trails in the forest, then headed down to the lake for a swim in the crystal clear, cool water. Afterward, I'd gone back to the motel, showered, and changed, and headed to one of the local pubs, where there was usually some good local entertainment, the people were friendly, and there was good food, and beer - all reasonably priced. I liked it there so much, that instead of traveling around looking at other areas, I just started going back there all the time. It was very peaceful and relaxing. I even made a couple visits during the winter and show-shoed, and went out on the frozen over lake and did a little ice fishing. It was great!
A few months ago, during one of my first visits after winter was over, it suddenly hit me, when I noticed a for sale sign on a cabin on the lake... I liked it so much there, why not look for a place to buy, so I didn't have to keep staying paying for a motel room! I had a little money set aside, so, I decided to look into it. Unfortunately, the places on the lake, which I would've loved to buy, were all way out of my price range. As I was looking around at the possibilities, I focused on the cheaper places - fixer-uppers. I looked at a few, and they were complete dumps. I was getting discouraged, when I saw one ad that said it was a fixer-upper on 5 acres of wooded land that bordered the State Forest. One of the amenities was there was a path that led directly from the house, up into the woods, and it connected with one of the hiking trails! I decided to take a look at it, so I figured out where it was and drove there. I pulled into the driveway, and went to the door, but nobody was home. I decided to wander around the place anyway. The house itself was very small, and it clearly needed work, but it wasn't terrible.
There was also a two-stall garage that sat at the back end of the driveway, about 50 feet from the house, up against the woods. I went back and looked at it. It too needed some work, but wasn't too bad. When I walked around back of the garage, I found there was a good-sized addition built onto the garage. I wasn't sure what it was for, but oddly, there was a small deck built up against the back wall. As I stepped up on the deck, I noticed there were a few round holes in the wall. Each was about the size of a wine bottle. There were two groups of two holes - one hole over top of each other spaced vertically about 10" apart. Each hole was about 5-6" in diameter. The two sets of holes were about six feet apart, and one pair was higher up on the wall than the other. The higher pair of holes were placed so that the top of the two holes was about 3 feet above the deck. The other vertical pair of holes were about 6" lower. I tried to look inside them, but they were blocked by plywood. As I stood looking at them, I wondered, just what the Hell they were for.
Finally, I stepped back off the deck, and looked toward the woods, and I noticed a well-worn path heading into the woods, so I set off up the path, and followed it into the woods. Not far into the woods, I came to the property line. It wasn't fenced or blocked, but there was a sign indicating the land beyond was State Forest land. I continued on up the path, and soon came to a wide, well-used hiking trail - obviously one of the State Forest managed trails. I smiled, thinking how handy it was. I decided I'd best get back to the house, in case anyone came home, although it had looked unused for some time. But, my car was parked there, and I hadn't locked it! As I turned to go, I noticed a few trees down the trail toward the house, was an old triangular piece of board nailed to a tree, almost as if it was a sign pointing down the trail It had a symbol of some sort painted on it - a large black circle with what appeared to be rectangular gray chunks for rays, as if it was a weird symbol for the sun. Very strange.
When I got back to the house, I looked around it some more, and realized, nobody had been there in quite a while. It was abandoned. As I stood on the little front porch, looking toward town, I smiled. There were no close neighbors. And, the view to the lake was beautiful. I could easily hike or bike to the lake if I wanted to from there. That more or less sealed the deal for me. I could picture myself sitting on the porch with a beer, looking down to the lake, while I enjoyed the peace and scenery. I walked down to the for-sale sign, took a photo of it, and headed back to town to have some lunch, and try to schedule a formal look at the property.
As luck would have it, as I sat eating my lunch in one of the pubs, I was able to schedule a walk-through with the realtor for an hour later!
At the appointed time, I met the realtor at the house, and she unlocked the door and let me in. It was a small little bungalow, with the standard layout - living room with a dining room behind it - 2 bedrooms to the side of those rooms. Kitchen, bathroom, and pantry behind it. There was a porch with a roof over it off the back as well, that would be a great place to put a gas grill. There was a basement, where the furnace, hot water heater, and laundry machines were located. There was no attic - just a crawl space with a trap door in the pantry. Structurally, the place seemed sturdy enough. The roof and siding had some life left in them, and the foundation looked OK. But the kitchen and bathroom would need to be gutted, and completely remodeled, although, the realtor said everything was guaranteed to function properly yet. The other rooms would also need paint and new carpeting. It would probably be a good idea to replace the windows and doors too. I expected the furnace, hot water heater, and laundry machines also would have to go. Oh and don't let me forget - the place came "as-is" - fully furnished with older furniture, and all the prior owner's belongings that hadn't been cleaned out, still in it! So... there would be a lot of clean-out!
We went next to the garage, which I was surprised, had electricity in it. Surprisingly, it was empty, except for an old lawn mower, which looked like it may or may not work yet. There were a few gardening tools present as well. I stepped through a door in the back of the garage, and was in the addition on the back of the garage. When I flipped on the overhead light, I was surprised to find a full size bed in the corner, as well as a closet that was pad-locked, and up against the back wall were two wooden kitchen chairs, facing the wall, about where the sets of holes were. Where those holes were, nailed to the studs there were guides and a piece of plywood with a wooden handle on it was slid down between the outer siding and the guides. I lifted the two "Doors" and revealed the two pairs of holes.
"What the heck are these?" I asked the realtor, as I rubbed my hand around the edges of the holes, and realized they were worn very smooth. There also looked to be a bit of discoloration of the wood around the edges as well
She looked baffled, but suddenly smiled and said, "Oh! Those are Gun Holes! Apparently the former owner was a hunter, and he put those holes in the wall, to stick his rifles through. He probably looked through one hole, while the gun was through the other. I bet he laid a salt lick to draw the deer in, and then he could easily shoot them." She frowned, then added, "Seems unfair they get to sit in here warm and comfortable, just waiting for unsuspecting deer to come along, only to kill them!.... are you a hunter?"
"No, I'm not," I said.
"Oh! Good!" she said, and she smiled.
I looked at the holes for a moment longer, pondering, then closed them up, and we went back out into the main garage. When we got back down to the house, she asked me what I thought of the place. I'd already made up my mind that I liked it enough to buy it. I liked the idea of fixing it up the way I wanted it, and at the same time, being able to go hiking, or down to the lake or pubs whenever I wanted. The asking price was at the very top of the price range I'd decided I could afford though, and with all the fixing up I'd have to do, I was a little dubious.
"So, yeah, I love the location, and the house certainly has possibilities. There's a little more renovating to do than I'd thought there would be though. I'm not sure if I can really afford to both buy the place, and still have anything left to use for the renovations," I said.
"Well... you could put in an offer, and see what the owner thinks," she said. "I know they're motivated to sell. The house belonged to an uncle of theirs', who got sick a few months ago, and he passed away recently. His niece and nephew inherited the place, but live across the country, and just want to get rid of the place. Of course they'd like to make as much money as possible, but...."
"Did he die in the house?" I asked.
"No, he was in the hospital when he passed," she said.
I thought a minute, and said, "OK, I'll offer $15,000..00 less than asking. See if they'll accept."
"Could you wait outside please?" she asked.
I smiled and went outside, and looked around at a couple of gardens. Apparently the man had had a vegetable garden, and had also planted flowers along the side of the house at one time.
A few minutes later, the realtor came out, holding her phone yet, but covering the mouth piece. "I don't suppose you could go up just a little bit?"
"Ten less than offering price, but that's my final offer," I said.
She relayed the message into the phone, and a moment later grinned and nodded to me.
"Very well," She said into the phone, "I'll get all the paperwork taken care of, and to your attorney. Thank you."
She hung up then.
"Congratulations!" She cried. "They accepted your offer! Let's go to my office and finish up the paperwork!"
And, so, a few weeks later, in mid-June, we closed on the sale, and I was a home owner!
I immediately took two weeks off work, and headed to my new house, to work on it! I packed up what tools I had, and some clothes and headed to the house. When I got there, I was happy that the electricity was still on. I was worried the power company would turn it off, instead of just doing a reading and putting the account in my name, but apparently they got it right!
Unfortunately, nobody had come to clean out anything more, since I'd looked at the house, so I was stuck with a lot of junk to dispose of.
I turned on the refrigerator, and happily it came to life. I drew a bucket of water, and found that the hot water was working as well! I washed out the fridge and put the food I'd picked up at the store in town in it. Then I set about cleaning the kitchen sink and counter, and stove, as well as the kitchen table. Afterward, I thoroughly cleaned the bathroom as well. Finally, I took a look at the bedrooms. I decided that the one that looked like a guest room would be adequate - the bed looked the cleanest - at least clean enough for me to use, for the moment! I found some sheets, blankets, and pillows, and ran down to see if the washer worked - it did! So I laundered everything, and while they were washing and drying, I did more cleaning. By the end of the day, I had a functional bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom. To celebrate, I ran into town and went to one of the taverns for supper. Afterward, I went back to the house, and exhausted, I crashed. I apparently fell asleep immediately. The next thing I knew, I was waking up to daylight streaming in the bedroom window.
I got up, made some coffee using a new coffee maker I'd brought with me, and made some eggs, bacon and toast, then as I sat eating, I pondered what to do that day. I had a full list of things to do, but, I wasn't sure how to prioritize them. I finally decided, I'd start hauling things I didn't want, out to the garage, and put it all in the one stall of the garage, so that it would be out of the way. So, I spent the next few hours going room to room, gathering up things I didn't want, and hauling them to the garage. There I made piles. One of stuff that I could try to sell in a garage sale, or that I could donate to some charity, things that were purely garbage and needed to be hauled away, and finally, a smaller pile of things I probably should keep, but that I didn't really want in the way.
At one point, as I was adding something to a pile, I looked across the garage, and decided to take a quick look to see if there was anything in the garage that I didn't want, that could be added to the piles So, I set about doing that. There wasn't much in the garage itself, so I quickly finished that, deciding to keep most of it. Then I went into the addition, and turned on the light. There wasn't much there, just the bed, with a really spotted and stained mattress on it, a kitchen table with two chairs at it, the two chairs facing the holes in the walls, and the still-locked closet. Ignoring the furnishings, I stepped over to the pad-locked closet. I was going to have to break the hardware and lock off the door, if I didn't find a key for it anywhere. I scanned the room, but no keys anywhere. I looked under the table, under the bed, nothing. I checked the work bench in the garage - still nothing. I started looking at the peg board on the wall, and then I noticed a glint though one of the holes on the edge of it, and I felt around the back with my hand, and was rewarded by finding a key! Quickly I went into the addition, and tried the key and it worked on the lock. When I opened the closet, I was surprised. The closet was divided in half vertically. In one half, there were a couple of rifles sitting on their butts, leaning up against the back corner of the closet, and there were several boxes of ammunition on the top shelf of the closet.
"Hmmm... maybe the realtor was right and those holes ARE gun holes!" I muttered to myself. Then I noticed the other half of the cabinet. If was fully shelved. And on the shelves was a huge assortment of dildoes and other sex toys, tubes and bottle of lube, and gay porn magazines and old VCR Tapes, which when I looked at them indicated they were gay porn!
"Holy Shit!" I said, my mouth dropping open incredulously.
As I stood staring at it, I suddenly leaped in the air, when there was a knock on the back wall of the addition.
"Hey! The light's on. You open???" A male voice called in a low tone, but one I was able to hear.
There were no windows in the addition at all, so I couldn't see who was out there.
And open for what???
I was a little freaked to tell you the truth, so I picked up one of the rifles from the closet and stepped over to the back wall.
"Well?" the guy asked.
"Who's there?" I asked.
"Open the hole! I got somethin' for ya!" The guy said.
I thought a moment, then finally, I stepped over to the side of the right set of holes, where the voice was coming from, and reached over and slid the door up and out of its guides.
I heard the guy chuckle and then he said, "So ya are there! I was hopin' you would be!"
Then suddenly a hard dick slid through the top hole!!!
Instantaneously it all made sense! They were Glory Holes - not Gun Holes! The guy who used to live there apparently was gay and into servicing other guys through glory holes! And what better place to do it, than from the back of his garage, up against a forest filled with hiking trails!
"Well?" the guy's voice came, and his dick twitched up and down a couple times.
I stepped turned and stepped in front of the hardon sticking through the wall at me, and realized why the chairs were there. Automatically, I sat down on the one behind me, and looked the penis that was staring me in the face over a little. It was about the same length as mine - 8", cut, and looked rather nice! I'd used glory holes a few times at adult book stores and such, so I knew the drill, and the penis staring me in the face brought all that back to me. I realized then, I was hard as a rock.
"You gonna do anything or not?" the guy called, beginning to sound annoyed.
Almost as an automatic response, I reached out and gently wrapped my hands around the guy's dick, and softly slid my hand up and down it once. It was warm and silky. It was also hard as a rock and stiffened to full hardness as I gently gripped it. A tiny bit of wetness appeared on the opening of his piss slit. I leaned in and sniffed his cock. It smelled of residual soapiness from his last shower, mixed with a slight scent of muskiness from his sweat.
Aa I ran my hand up and down the dick again, I heard its owner suck his breath in loudly.
I couldn't stand it any longer. I leaned in and licked the tip of his cock, tasting the tangy saltiness of his pre-cum. I slowly swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, a couple times, then slid my mouth down over the entire shaft, as the guy on the other side of the wall groaned happily.
It was then that I remembered the secondary, lower hole in the wall. Grinning around the cock I was sucking on, I slipped my hand through the lower hole, and felt the guys muscular, hairy legs. Instantly he parted them a little, and my hand moved up, and I cupped his balls and fondled them a moment. Then as I started to push my hand between the guy's upper thighs, he spread his legs a bit more, and my hand reached through, and found his ass. As I cupped the lower part of his crack, and began do slide my middle finger down it, he apparently reached behind himself and pulled his cheeks apart for me to have easier access. My finger instantly found his sweaty hole, which I quickly began to finger. As I did, I continued sliding my mouth up and down his dick, and it began oozing more delicious pre-jism.
For a couple minutes, I continued working on him, while he stood plastered up against the other side of the wall, holding his butt open, gasping or moaning every so often. Soon enough, I could tell he was starting tremble, and he was flexing more often. His gasps and moans came closer together, and soon enough his pre-orgasmic frenzy began. I worked him more vigorously, then just as I thought he was getting to his peak, I shoved my finger into his hole, and firmly began massaging his prostate, which caused him to cry out, tense up completely, and gasp shrilly, as his first huge volley of semen blasted out of his urethra, into my mouth. I quickly swallowed it, and continued working on him, as rapidly several times he gasped and spasmed joyously, each time, shooting more cum into my mouth. When he was finally done cumming, I sucked his cock dry, and pulled my finger out of him. He stepped back, slipping his dick out of the hole, gasping for air, but when I looked up at him through the hole, he had a huge grin on his face. And he had a beautiful face. He looked to be my age, my height and stature, and was dirty blond with green eyes that sparkled in the sunlight.
"Holy fuck man! You've gotten heaps better since last year!" the guy said, incredulously.
I chuckled and said, "Well, there's a reason for that. The guy who owned this place died, and I'm the new owner!"
"Oh!" The guy said. "I-I didn't' know. Um...how'd you find out about the glory holes?"
I laughed and said, "Well, I just figured it out when you knocked! You're the first guy who's stuffed his cock through the wall at me!"
"Oh!" the guy said, grinning, surprised, as he finally reached down to pull his pants up.
"So, you're a regular? Tell me how this all usually works," I said.
"Uh, yeah, I come up here summers," he said. "I like hiking, and was out in the woods one day, and a really hot guy came along, and I thought he was cruising me, but he wasn't. He'd just come from here, and told me to come down the trail with the glory hole sign at the head of it, and if the light was on at the back of the garage, I'd find a good glory hole. So I did, and the light was on, and well, I've been visiting pretty much daily when I'm here. Um... a lot of guys come here actually."
"So... the sign up the trail.... oh shit! Of course - it's a glory hole - the rays of the sun are duct tape smoothing out the edges of the hole! Damn! I missed that one," I said.
He laughed heartily.
I couldn't help chuckling myself.
"now this light - I didn't know it's on." I said.
"Is there a switch nearby?" he asked.
I looked around and sure enough there was a switch on the wall. I flipped it, and he said, "it's out now."
"Wait a minute," I said. I flipped it on.
"On again," he said.
Quickly I stepped over to the door and turned off the overhead light.
"Off now," he called.
"OK, I got it now! Thanks!" I said, flipping the switch back on.
"So you're staying open for business now?" he asked. as I squatted at the hole and looked through, to see his eyeball looking at me.
I chuckled, and said, "Well... not right now, but maybe another time. You're Hot, and your seed tastes mighty fine!"
"You're pretty hot yourself!" he said, surprising me. "Um, if you wanta stick your dick through the hole, I'll give you a good time too."
"Really?" I cried, shocked.
"Why not? You just sucked me off!" he said, chuckling.
Instantly, I was on my feet, ripping my pants open and shoving them down.
Again chuckling, but then a cat call whistle, and "Fuck you are gorgeous!"
"Come around the garage, and come inside and to the back room!" i said.
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*
Instantly the eyeball was gone from the hole. Quickly, my heart racing, I shoved the door back in place and turned off the "open for business" light., and by then, he was in the doorway, staring at me.
"C'mon in, and shut and lock the door," I gasped, my voice raspy suddenly.
Grinning, he stepped inside, closed and locked the door, then turned and looked me up and down as I stood there with my pants puddling around my feet. He grinned. Then he looked around the room.
"Whoa!" he said, suddenly alarmed. "Wha-what's with the guns?"
I chuckled, as he looked like he was going to unlock the door and try to run.
"Relax, they were here when I opened that closet. And when you called through the wall, I got scared, so I pulled one out. I don't even think it's loaded," I said.
The guy's grin returned, as he relaxed, and then his eyebrows shot up when he saw the bed.
I chuckled and said, "Came with the place. You ever come in and join him?"
"Hell no, he was too old for me. I just let him suck me off," He chuckled. Then, as he started pulling his T-shirt off, he grinned and added, "No reason we can't give it some use though!"
I quickly completed stripping, and so did he, and in a moment, we were staring up and down each other's completely nude bodies.
Smiling saucily then, he stepped over to me, knelt down, and took my throbbing dick into his mouth.
"OHhhhhh...." I moaned happily.
After a minute, he stopped and suggested I lay down on the bed, which I did, and he got on, between my legs, and proceeded to give me a world-class blow job, including fingering my hole and massaging my prostate toward the end, as I'd done for him.
In the aftermath, as I lay panting, and grinning up at the ceiling, he crawled up next to me and laid on his side looking at me, smiling.
"So, what's your name anyway?" he asked.
I looked at him and smiling, I said, "Glenn, what's yours?"
"Ian," he said. Then, as I smiled at him some more, he asked hopefully, "I don't suppose by any chance you're a bottom?"
"I am!" I said, grinning. "And, there's some lube over in the cabinet if you're good to go again!"
Quickly Ian got up, stepped over to the cabinet, and looked at the contents.
"Shit! This guy was a real perv!" he said.
"That's what I was thinking myself," I said., as he inspected the various tubes and jars of lube and selected a tube with some KY jelly in it, and came back to the bed. He was already stiff as a board.
"Pull your legs up for me," Ian said, a hungry look in his eyes.
Smiling I did as he asked, and he immediately crawled onto the bed, and moved in face first toward my ass. A moment later, I felt his hot, wet tongue begin lapping up and down the insides of my buttocks, as he eventually worked his way to my hole, which he then began to lick and kiss, and prod with his tongue, until eventually, he pushed his tongue through my sphincter, and tongue fucked me for a few seconds, as I lay moaning softly.
He paused, just long enough to lubricate his index and middle fingers, and then he proceeded to open me up with them, gently prodding and pushing until my muscle gave way, and he was able to slide them both up inside me. As I moaned with pleasure, Ian slowly finger-fucked me, and gave me another prostate massage.
Finally, I gasped, "Enough! Give me your cock now!"
I felt Ian's fingers slide out of me, and smiled down at him, as he lubricated his hardon with more KY jelly. A moment later, he got into position, leaning over me, and holding his dick in position, he pushed his hips forward. I felt the head of his cock press against my hole, and relaxed my muscle. Then I gasped softly as his huge tool penetrated me, and slid up inside me.
Once Ian was fully inserted, he paused for a moment, and positioned his hands on the mattress on either side of me, then looking deep into my eyes, ne began to slowly pull back out of me, until only the head of his cock was still inside me. Then he began pushing again, causing me to moan happily, as his cock slid past my gland. Slowly, Ian began long-dicking me then, and for a minute or so, he gently pushed his manhood into me, and pulled it back out, then pushed it back in, and pulled it back out.
Eventually, I was completely used to him being inside me, and he was getting hotter, so he began speeding up, until soon, he was fucking me at a proper pace, and his pelvis was swatting into my buttocks, each time he slammed his cock into me. As he fucked me, he continued staring down at me, and I stared up at him. His breathing grew heavier, and my moans and gasps of please were more frequent. Soon I began to feel an urgency, and I could tell Ian was feeling it as well. He sped up his movements, and I reached for my cock and began jacking off.
Seconds later, we were both in a frenzied state - he rutting almost violently in and out of me, while I furiously beat off. Suddenly Ian leaned in and kissed me passionately on the mouth. I responded, opening my mouth fully, and as he pistoned even faster in and out of me, our tongues fought a battle with each other.
A few seconds later, I felt my orgasm suddenly begin rapidly building, and I began moaning continually, as my pleasure built. Ian sensed this, and began grunting as his hips flew up and down at lightning speed.
"MMMMMMNmmmnnn!" I groaned suddenly, and I blew my first load of gelatinous semen all over both our bellies, and clenched Ian's cock violently.
That was all Ian needed. As I climaxed a second time, he ripped his mouth from my, and cried out, as he pumped a huge load of cum, deep inside my body.
"AWWWwww!!!" he cried, as I moaned again, and together we both spasmed joyously.
We both blew a few more times, until both our orgasms ended, and Ian collapsed, albeit gently, on top of me, and we laid there both coated in sweat, panting.
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*
"Damn!" we suddenly heard a voice behind the back wall say. "Sounds like they're having a party in there without us!"
"So... are you open today?" another male voice asked loudly.
Ian and I looked at each other and chuckled.
"No, not today," I called. "Sorry."
"But maybe later!" Ian yelled, grinning mischievously at me.
"Oh," one of them said in a disappointed tone. "I can't come back later. I only had a few minutes now."
"Same here," the other one said.
Ian looked at me, and I shrugged.
He leaped up and jumped over to the wall and looked for a moment at the door system, as I got up and stepped over and slid one of the doors up. Quickly he did too.
We each looked out our respective hole, and saw two skinny young guys starting to walk away.
"Wait!" Ian called. "Let's see what ya got!"
The two guys turned, and grinned. They were both cute, and both looked rather young - legal - but young.
Quickly they hustled back to the wall, each opening their pants as they did, and a moment later, Ian and I each had a hardon sticking through the wall at us.
Grinning, Ian went down on the dick in front of him, so I did the same, and for about five minutes, we pleasured the two young guys, who both got off nicely about the same time. Both were all grins as they finally backed away from the holes, and reached down to pull their pants up, as we looked up at them through the glory holes their cocks had just vacated.
"Thanks guys! So, where's the old guy?" one asked.
"He died," I said. "I own the place now."
"So, is it gonna work the same as it used to?" the other asked.
"We''ll see," I said. "Maybe. If the light's on, stop by. I won't be available as often as the previous owner though I don't think."
"Don't suppose you both wanta hook up with us? You know, maybe have a foursome?" the darker haired boy asked, as the lighter haired boy grinned.
We both chuckled, and I said, "Well, not now, but, you're both pretty hot, so who knows? Maybe another time!"
"Cool!" "Alright!" they cried grinning. They both finished buckling their belts then, and said "Thanks!" "Yeah, you guys are awsome!"
"Thanks," we both said.
They wandered off then, back up the path and we closed the doors on the holes.
"I don't know about you, but I'm hungry, and really could use a shower," Ian said. "Um... wanta wash up together?"
"I'd love to, but, honestly, I don't even know if the shower works or not. I did wash the tub and walls, and know there's water, but.... we'll have to check it out!" I said.
Quickly we both got dressed, and we headed up to the house.
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*
Happily the shower worked fine, so we climbed in together and in the process of washing each other, gave each other another happy ending.
"Let's go grab something to eat somewhere," I suggested afterward.
Ian was all for it, so I drove us to the nearest pub, and we had lunch, and as we ate, we got to know each other better.
Ian's a teacher, who rents a cabin on the lake for the summer, so he was going to be there the entire summer. And, neither of us could believe it when we found out we both lived in the same city! If things worked out right - we would get to spend this summer together, and it wouldn't end when we went home!
When lunch was over, I took Ian back to the parking area he'd left his car at. When I dropped him, he followed me home, and said he would help me with the work on my house. I told him that wasn't necessary, but he insisted.
"You just want go hang out in the garage with the light on!" I accused him.
"Well....." He said, and we laughed.
"Seriously," he said. "I know we just met, but I really like you, and I don't have anything else going on, so let me help you get your place in shape, and well, if you're interested, maybe we can have some more extra-curricular fun of our own too, and maybe get to know each other better. I'd kind of like to see where things might go."
I grinned, and said, "OK, but only because I feel the same way. I do feel guilty that you're going to be doing manual labor though."
"I really don't mind!" he said, smiling.
"And, what about the glory holes?" I asked, looking curiously at him.
"Well.... I wouldn't suggest we do it as much as the old guy who used to live here, but... maybe occasionally.... I mean, those two guys earlier were damned cute! And we both had fun with them," he said.
"True, but there's no way to know if the guys who walk up to the holes are clean and cute like those two, and you!" I said. "I don't feel like going down on some ugly dirty perv."
"Agreed!" Ian said, and I could tell he meant it.
"We'll figure something out!" he added.
So.. for the rest of the summer, Ian spent nearly all his time with me at my place. It really didn't take long to do the work needed, to make the place livable. Turned out he was very handy, and being an architect, I was too, so we were able to gut and refurbish the bathroom and kitchen in no time, and we managed to get a lot of the materials from a local building materials store that was selling items that were no longer going to be available cheaply. By the end of the summer, we'd completed all the work on my house, and were deeply involved with each other!
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*
With regard to the glory holes, we both kinda liked the adventure of it, but really didn't like the risks involved. Somewhat reluctantly, we decided to close it down permanently. I nailed a board over both sets of holes, and took the sign down up the trail. I also put up no trespassing signs. Occasionally 1 or 2 guys wandered down anyway, and left disappointed when they saw the light off, and the boarded up holes. We'd mounted a trail cam to watch and see just how many guys might come by, so we were able to see them all We were happy when we saw that there were indeed some skeevy looking guys who showed up. On the other hand, there were a few guys who both of us would've liked to check out!
And one day, not long after we shut down, we were watching the trail cam and the two boys we'd taken care of came by. Both were clearly disappointed. We were both surprised when they boldly walked around the garage, and came back into view a couple minutes later, and headed up the path.
"What was that about?" I wondered.
"I expect they came looking for us, hoping we'd remember them and be interested. Too bad we were out when they showed. Would be interesting to see what they wanted. Maybe we should put up a cam out front," Ian said.
"You know damn well what they wanted," I said chuckling.
Ian grinned back at me.
A little later when we went out onto the front porch to sit with a cocktail and relax, I was surprised to see a folded up piece of paper fall from the door to the floor. When I picked it up and read it, I laughed.
"Well, we know what the boys wanted now," I said, chuckling yet. "They left us a note. 'Hi Guys! It's us - Carson and Kevin - we're the guys you helped out, out back a few weeks ago. Remember, we asked about maybe getting together? Well... we stopped by, and saw you've shut down. We're sorry to see that. We're still interested in maybe meeting you, if you want. Call us.' and there's a number for each of them."
"Damn!" Ian said. "They were so cute, I almost really do want to call them."
"Could be interesting," I agreed.
We both laughed.
As I took another swig of my drink, I said, "Call one of them and invite them over if you want."
Smiling Ian pulled out his phone, took the note from me, and dialed Casey's number. Then he put the phone on speaker.
"Hello?" cam a familiar young male voice.
"Casey?" Ian asked.
"Yeah," Casey said.
"It's Ian, one of the two guys you and Kevin met up with. You left me and Glenn a note." Ian said.
"YEAH!" The boy cried. "This is so cool! I can't believe you really called us! So... which one of you are you? The hottie with dark hair, or the hottie with blondish hair?"
"I'm the lighter haired man," Ian said. "Glenn's the one with dark hair."
"Cool!" Casey said. "I'm the one you blew!"
Ian chuckled and said, "The darker haired boy, right?"
"Yeah," Casey said.
"So, me and Glenn were wondering if you two wanted to come over to the house?" Ian said.
"Sure! When were you thinking of?" Casey asked.
Ian looked at me and I shrugged.
"You free right now?" Ian asked.
"Um... yeah," Casey said. "Kev's sittin' here with me right now, and we're just hangin', so yeah."
"We're on the front porch, why don't you come join us... but come through the front yard from now on," Ian chuckled.
"'K," Casey said. "We'll see you guys in a few."
"This oughta be interesting," I said, looking at Ian.
"Yup," Ian said.
A few minutes later the guys arrived. Both were grinning, and hard as rocks, as they walked up onto the porch. And yeah - it was an interesting evening!
Turned out Casey and Kevin had met in college. When they discovered they were gay and attracted to each other, they managed to switch roommates, so they could room together, and once they were roommates, they ended up in bed together constantly. Their mutual attraction for one another and the fact they liked a lot of the same things, caused their friendship to blossom into a true loving relationship. Casey's family was from this area and he'd grown up hiking in the woods, and had discovered the glory holes at a young age - way too young - but he'd come through each experience at the holes sexually drained, but thankfully otherwise unscathed. Naturally, he'd told Kevin about the glory holes, and when summer rolled around, even though the two boys were in a relationship, both were horny as Hell all the time, and Kevin wanted to go to the holes. So Casey invited him to come stay with his family for a couple weeks that summer, and the boys hiked every day - going of course to the holes once or even twice a day, where each was serviced. This summer was the boys' second summer together, and again, Casey invited Kevin to come visit, and the first thing they'd done was head to the glory holes, where they'd met us, instead of the former owner of my property. Yeah - they were both even younger than we'd thought. Both were just about to turn 20!
They were legal though, and we'd already had sex with them, and both were more than anxious to get together with us, despite, or maybe even because of the fact we were 10 years older than them. I guessed maybe they wanted us to teach them the finer points of having a loving sexual relationship..... Ian and I exchanged knowing glances, and I invited the boys to join us inside. We had what was for Casey and Kevin, and enlightening, and rather magical evening, during which everyone was more than thoroughly satisfied, while Ian and I explained how to make love rather than just have sex!
For the next couple weeks, before the two boys left to go stay at Kevin's parents' home for a couple weeks, they spent a lot of time at my house, hanging out with Ian and I. We were sad when they left, and so were they. But we vowed to stay in close touch, and have!
And so our summer went. Ian and I became inseparable for the rest of the summer, and happily, since we lived in the same city, in fact rather close to one another, we managed to keep our relationship going. By the next summer, my lease had ended, and Ian's was about to, so the two of us moved in together in a new bigger apartment. For the summer, we spent a lot of time at the house though, enjoying the hikes, and the lake.
We did stay in close touch with Casey and Kevin, who ended up moving in together after college. Fortunately, both sets of parents are supportive of their being gay. Whenever they come to visit Casey's family, we make a point to be in town, so we can get together. They also have come to visit us when were back in the city as well.
The End
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猎人的枪眼棚屋？？？ - 同性恋乡村色情故事 by Thomas Gaige - Nifty Archive LGBTQ+ 色情故事
来源： [[https://new.nifty.org/stories/hunters-shack-with-gun-holes-84620]] 作者： Thomas Gaige（2023 年 11 月 13 日）
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猎人的枪眼棚屋？？？
我长得还算不赖，至少有几个哥们跟我说过我“挺火辣的”。我身高一米八，体重 165 磅，黑头发，蓝眼睛，鸡巴大概八英寸长——割过包皮的。我谈过几段恋爱，开始时都不错，但最后都完蛋了。现在我 30 岁，又单身了，在一个大城市里生活工作，在一家大型工程公司当初级建筑师。单身嘛，我的性生活目前就是在 gay bar 偶尔跟人约炮，或者有时候实在憋得慌——就在 Grindr 上找人。
这跟我长大的环境完全不同。我是独生子，在一个郊区长大，周围全是农田和林地。对一个男孩来说，那地方真他妈棒——尤其对我这种有点害羞的家伙来说。我喜欢在我家附近的树林里徒步。我的好哥们格雷格，在我家隔壁住了几年，我们经常放学后去树林里转悠，或者暑假时一待就是一整天。林子里有一些猎人用的树架，打猎季节的时候他们会用。有一个特别的树架，格雷格和我喜欢爬上去待着。不打猎的时候，那就是我们的堡垒！就是在那个堡垒里，我们进行了很多关于人生的讨论，最后，有一天我们俩都 14 岁的时候，他带了一本从他哥那儿偷来的《阁楼》杂志，我们开始聊起了性。看着那些照片，我一点感觉都没有。我知道自己是同性恋。但格雷格牛仔裤里的硬鸡巴藏都藏不住，这他妈也让我硬了！我看得出来他欲火焚身，我也一样。他建议我们也读读“论坛”里的文章，说那些通常“很火”。没等我回答，他就开始大声朗读一篇了。是一个哥们写的，讲他怎么在酒吧泡到一个妞，然后在男厕所隔间里干了那女的。他读完那篇的时候，还硬着，这让我也继续硬着。
下一篇故事让我很惊讶，因为那是关于同性恋的。但更让我惊讶的是，格雷格居然把整个故事都读完了，尽管那是讲同性恋的。我以为他意识到是同性恋就会停下，换个故事，但他没有。不过那是个好故事，让我一直硬着。我不知道是真的还是虚构的。背景是二战，在法国乡村，讲的是一个非常年轻的美国大兵，有一天下午独自巡逻。突然下起雨来，他找到一个谷仓躲进去。他惊讶地发现里面已经有一个德国兵，跟他年纪差不多，头盔摘了，坐在地上靠着一堆干草。一开始他们互相拔枪对着对方。但后来，美国大兵注意到那个德国兵——一个帅气的金发男孩——裤子敞开着，刚才在打飞机。美国兵忍不住笑了，低声笑了起来。德国兵很尴尬，但美国兵咧嘴一笑，点了点头，然后抓住自己的裤裆捏了一下。美国兵不会说德语，德国兵也不会说英语，但美国兵示意说，如果德国兵也把枪收起来，他就收枪。于是他们都收了枪。然后美国兵走过去，紧挨着那个德国男孩坐下，打开自己的裤子，也开始打手枪！德国兵笑了，也重新握住自己的鸡巴。两个人一起打飞机，互相看着对方，越来越兴奋。最后，美国男孩伸手，把德国男孩的手从他的鸡巴上推开。然后他握住它，撸了几下。德国兵吓了一跳，但过了一会儿，也伸手去握美国兵的鸡巴。美国兵停下了，德国兵也停下了。美国兵看着德国兵的眼睛，看到了他眼里的欲望，于是他俯身开始吸他的鸡巴。德国兵幸福地叹了口气，让美国兵把他吸射了。等他射完精，他也把美国兵吸射了。这时雨停了。他们都站起来，穿好衣服，各走各路。但分手前，他们各自写下了名字和地址，交换了。然后他们吻了一下，紧紧拥抱了一下，然后各自走出谷仓，走向不同的方向。
战争结束后，美国兵活了下来。他还留着那个德国兵的地址。有一天他写信给那个德国兵。大约两个月后，他收到一个女人的回信。是德语写的，里面有一张那个德国男孩的照片。等他把那个女人的信翻译过来后，他难受极了。那个女人是那个男孩的姐姐。她写道，他已经在战争中阵亡了——就在他们俩在谷仓里偷欢的同一天！他是在那之后几小时内中弹身亡的。美国兵对德国兵的死非常难过，但最终还是从一点中得到安慰：他在那个男孩生命终结前给了他一点快乐。美国兵把德国兵的照片裱起来，一辈子都放在书桌上。有人问起那张照片，他就说那是一个在战争中认识的人，已经死了。
格雷格读完那个故事时，我眼睛都酸了。我觉得他们俩都好惨。但我不知道该说什么，因为格雷格读的是同性恋故事。我忍不住想，他为什么发现是同性恋后还继续读下去。但我也没法不注意，格雷格的鸡巴还他妈硬着，这当然立刻又让我也硬了。
“哇哦！”我只会说这个。
“就是啊！”格雷格说。“那两个人肯定是精虫上脑，才会这样搞对方！”
“什么意思？”我问。
“嗯，他们俩肯定都好久没射了，欲火焚身，所以才愿意互相吸对方的鸡巴！”他说。
这时候我才意识到，他没明白那两个人可能是同性恋。他还以为他们是直男，只是因为太饥渴了。
“我的意思是，我懂那种感觉！”他补充道，脸上带着奇怪的表情，开始有点泛红。“不过我不知道我能不能走到那一步。”
我忍不住笑了，问：“那你愿意走到哪一步？”
他的脸更红了，但表情也很饥渴，他的鸡巴在牛仔裤里动了一下。
“我——我不知道，”他结结巴巴地说。“你愿意走到哪一步？”
“我也不知道，”我说，感觉自己的脸也开始发烫。
他仔细地看着我，最后问：“想试试看吗？”
“什——什么？”我惊讶地问。
“很明显我们俩都需要射出来！”他喘着气说，脸更红了。他不敢直接看着我，但我能看见他低着头，用眼睛上方的余光看着我。“想不想至少一起打飞机，就像他们那样？”
我屏住呼吸，想了一会儿。最后说：“呃……好。”
格雷格抬起头看着我。他的表情有点惊讶，但也有点解脱，脸上的红色好像开始消退了。
“真的？”他不太确定地问。
“当然！”我说，稍微自信了一点，意识到他好像是认真的。
他微微笑了一下，我也笑了。
“那我们开始吧！”他说，开始解腰带。
我们都坐在树架的地板上，背靠着墙，所以我们很快都开始解开裤子。我有点惊讶，他居然踢掉运动鞋，把牛仔裤和内裤全脱了。
“我得舒服一点，”他说，又有点脸红，因为我好奇地看着他。
我笑了笑，也把下半身脱光了。
他还把 T 恤脱了，我也脱了。到这时候，我们俩都只穿着袜子了！我们俩都硬得像石头。格雷格真他妈帅。他个子高高的，瘦瘦的，跟我一样，但头发是浅金色的。他的鸡巴跟我差不多大，那时候我有 6.5 到 7 英寸长。他也是割过包皮的。
很快，我们都重新坐好，并排坐在地板上，靠着墙。
格雷格抓住他的硬鸡巴，开始上下撸起来，我也照做。我们互相看了看，咧嘴笑了。然后开始认真对付自己的肉棒。我们并排坐着，背靠着墙，一边打飞机一边看着对方，我突然意识到，我们俩正在做的，就跟很多年前那个法国谷仓里的美国兵和德国兵一样。这个念头让我更兴奋了。
过了一会儿，我吓了一跳，因为格雷格用喘不过气来的声音问：“那，想不想像那两个大兵一样，试试互相搞？”
“嗯，好啊，”我同意了。看来他在想跟我一样的事，觉得我们就像那两个大兵。
格雷格有点急切地伸手抓住我的鸡巴，所以我松了手，他握住它，开始上下撸动。他很温柔，但又很坚定。这是第一次有人用性的方式碰我的阴茎。感觉太他妈爽了！我很快握住他的，也开始撸起来，让他轻轻喘息了一声。
我们互相撸了没多久，一直盯着对方的裤裆看，这时他停下来，但没有松开我，又斜着眼、不敢直接看着我，用嘶哑的声音问：“那……想不想也试试互相口交？”
“真的？”我震惊地问。我一直以为格雷格是 100%直男！难道我错了？他能主动提出互相口交，那我肯定搞错了。
“嗯，我不是同性恋——但我真的很想知道那是什么感觉，而且我猜你也想，”他回答。
“好吧，”我说，对他提出的建议还是感到很震惊。
但我没时间再想这件事了。格雷格很快松开我，转过身，跪在我两腿之间，把我的腿推开，所以他面对着我，屁股朝天背对着我。下一秒，他就低下头，开始上下吸我的鸡巴！我完全震惊了——但也爽翻了！他的嘴太他妈爽了！
“哥们！”几秒后我喘着气说。“停下，不然我要射了！”
我以为格雷格不想我射在他嘴里，所以我更震惊的是，他居然继续吸我！当然，我也已经危险地接近在他喉咙里射精了。
又过了几秒，我知道我的前液肯定已经流出来了，感觉就要爆炸了。
“哥们！我他妈要射了！”我用窒息般的声音喊道。
格雷格只是加快了速度，但他做了件我完全没想到的事，让我即将爆发的高潮瞬间暂停了一下——突然，我感觉格雷格的中指滑进我的屁股缝，戳我的屁眼！
当格雷格的手指开始用力抠我的屁眼，他那温暖天鹅绒般的嘴在我的茎身上快速上下滑动，同时他托着我的蛋玩弄时，我突然感觉到高潮又开始迅速积聚。然后，几秒钟后，当我正疯狂时，格雷格的手指穿透我的屁眼，插进我的直肠，顶住我的前列腺，开始按摩那里。我彻底爆炸了，这辈子射得最猛的一次，直接射进格雷格的喉咙！我爽上了天，同时又难以置信，他居然干了所有这一切！当我扭动身体，快乐地呻吟，沉浸在体验中时，格雷格像个战士一样继续干，直到我流出最后一滴，不得不让他停下。
当他终于从我身上离开时，我们俩都在大口喘气，但我幸福地笑着。格雷格看起来却担心又尴尬，但还是硬得像石头，自己也流着前液，他擦掉嘴唇上的口水和我的精液残余，然后舔掉了手上的。我很难相信他居然像刚才那样抠我的屁眼，还让我射在他嘴里，吞下去，然后舔掉嘴唇上的——我的老天！格雷格是同性恋吗？？？
“我操！”我只能说出这句话，肺拼命地吸着气。
“嗯……你没事吧？”他过了一会儿不确定地问，脸红了，又不敢看我。
“操，当然爽翻了！”我喘着气说，看着他。“但我真不敢相信你做了所有那些事！”
当我看着他时，他的脸色更红了，我注意到他的表情垮了下来。他在努力忍着不哭。我这才意识到，他以为我要翻脸了。
“哥们！”我说着，伸手摸了摸他的头发，让他抖了一下。但他抬起头看着我。表情混合着尴尬和困惑。
“这是别人为我做过的最好的事！”我笑着说。
“那——那你不生气？”他问。
“生他妈的什么气！”我咧嘴笑了。“哥们！那太他妈爽了！”
他看着我，还是不确定，用担心的语气问：“嗯……那你还干我吗？”
我抬起头看着他，笑了，说：“等一下，等我缓过来！”
格雷格放松下来，笑了，然后转过身，重新靠着墙坐到我旁边。
一分钟后，等我呼吸正常了，我摆好姿势，为他做了他为我做的事。这让他跟我一样开心，而我意识到，我喜欢精液的味道！
事后我们聊天时，格雷格不肯承认自己是同性恋，但他也不确定自己是不是直男。他只是知道自己喜欢我们刚才做的事，我表示同意。
这就是我第一次做爱的经历！不用说，从那以后，格雷格和我每天都回到那个树架，重演我们的第一次相遇。没过几次访问，我们就开始扩展内容……大约一周后，格雷格问我能不能操我，我同意了。幸运的是，他很有先见之明，带了一罐凡士林当润滑剂，不然可能不会那么顺利！我让他慢一点，他听了，而且涂了很多油，所以他的鸡巴成功插进了我体内。一旦我适应了，他就好好地干了我一顿——我爱死这感觉了——这也让我射了出来。从那以后，我们通常先互相口交一次，然后我让格雷格操我，我们俩再各射一次。格雷格让我也操过他一次，成功了，但他真的不太喜欢，而我意识到我更愿意被他操。所以，我们很合拍！
接下来的两年，直到格雷格的爸爸被调职，他搬走了，我们一直定期在那个树架里做爱！他搬家后我很想他。有一阵子我们保持联系，但最终联系变少了，直到失去联系。我不知道他在哪里，在做什么，也不知道他最后是直男、同性恋还是双性恋。但我们在那个树架里度过的时光，仍然是我用假阳具操自己打飞机时经常幻想的场景！
所以，是的，我住在这个城市里，孤身一人，没有固定的性伴侣，我经常打飞机，常常幻想着我和格雷格在树林里的那些下午，而这个故事就是从这里开始的！
因为又单着了，有了更多空闲时间，我经常回想童年的记忆——不只是和格雷格的那些性爱经历——开始想起住在乡下环境里有多好，而不是在这个每个人都挤在一起、又臭又吵的城市里。这些想法让我产生了回到大自然里的渴望。其实我住的地方离农田和森林地区并不远。事实上，我以前偶尔会去一些国有森林做一日游，花几个小时在树林里徒步。那感觉太棒了——真的让我的精神焕然一新。虽然到了该离开、回城里的时候，我会感到难过。上次分手后，我又有了时间坐下来思考，开始想弄清楚我这辈子到底想做什么。当然！我很想找到一个好男人，永远安定下来，但到目前为止，这好像不是我命中注定的事。所以，在某个时候，我决定不再去想感情的事了，如果我注定会遇见某个人，那就会发生。与此同时，我决定集中精力去做那些让我开心的事。而其中一件事，就是离开城市，更多地回到大自然里去。
于是，我决定周末去探索周边地区，找一些好的徒步和露营地点来恢复元气。我确实找到了几个不太远的地方，开始去那里度长周末。我发现我真的很喜欢离开城市，在乡村和森林里徒步。我去过的每个地方都不错，但最后一个地方——离我公寓只有一个多小时车程——真的让我眼前一亮。那地方太棒了！那是一个小镇，在一个相当大的湖的北岸，湖上有一个公共海滩。而且，小镇的北边一直延伸到一大片国有森林，有很多公共徒步小径。秋天还可以打猎。
第一次在那里过夜时，我住在离森林入口不远处的一家汽车旅馆。我每天都在森林里徒步，然后去湖里游泳，湖水清澈凉爽。之后，我回到汽车旅馆，冲个澡换身衣服，然后去当地的一家酒吧。那里通常有不错的本地表演，人们很友好，食物和啤酒都不错，价格也合理。我非常喜欢那里，以至于我不再去其他地方探索了，而是每次都去那里。那里非常宁静和放松。我甚至在冬天去过几次，穿了雪鞋，还在结了冰的湖面上走了走，钓了钓冰鱼。太棒了！
几个月前，在冬天结束后的第一次访问中，我突然意识到一件事——当我注意到湖边有一间小木屋挂着“出售”的牌子时……我这么喜欢那里，为什么不找个地方买下来呢？这样我就不用一直花钱住汽车旅馆了！我有一点积蓄，所以我决定去看看。不幸的是，湖边的房子——我很想买的那种——都远远超出了我的预算。在看各种可能性时，我把注意力集中在便宜的房子上——需要翻新的那种。我看了几栋，都是彻底的垃圾场。我正感到沮丧时，看到一则广告说，有一栋需要翻新的房子，坐落在 5 英亩的林地上，紧邻国有森林。其中一项便利设施是，有一条小路直接从房子通向树林，连接到一条徒步小径！我决定去看看，于是找到地址，开车过去。我把车开进车道，走到门口，但没人在家。我决定不管怎样，先四处转转。房子本身很小，明显需要修缮，但不算太糟。
车道上还有一间双车位车库，在离房子大约 50 英尺的地方，紧挨着树林。我走过去看了看。它也需要修一下，但也不算太差。当我绕到车库后面时，发现车库后面有一个相当大的扩建部分。我不知道那是干什么用的，但奇怪的是，后墙上建了一个小平台。我走上平台，注意到墙上有几个圆洞。每个洞大概红酒瓶大小。有两组两个洞——上下垂直排列，间距大约 10 英寸。每个洞直径约 5-6 英寸。两组洞相距约六英尺，其中一组比另一组在墙上位置更高。较高的那组洞，顶部距平台约 3 英尺。另一组垂直洞则低 6 英寸左右。我想往里看，但被胶合板挡住了。我站在那里看着它们，心想，这他妈到底是干什么用的。
最后，我从平台上退下来，朝树林望去，注意到一条踩得很实的小路通向树林，于是我沿着小路出发，走进了树林。没走多远，我来到了地界。没有围栏或栅栏，但有一个牌子指示，再往前就是国有森林的土地。我继续沿着小路走，很快来到一条宽阔的、经常使用的徒步小径——显然是国有森林管理的其中一条小径。我笑了，心想这真方便。我决定最好回到房子那里，万一有人回家了，虽然房子看起来已经很久没人住了。但我的车停在那儿，还没锁！我正要转身走时，注意到小路边有几棵树朝向房子，其中一棵树上钉着一块旧的三角形木板，好像是指示方向的牌子。上面画着某种标志——一个巨大的黑色圆圈，周围放射出看起来像灰色长方形的光芒，就像某种奇怪的太阳符号。非常奇怪。
当我回到房子那里，我继续看了看四周，意识到这里已经很久没人来了。这房子被废弃了。我站在小前廊上，望着小镇的方向，笑了。附近没有邻居。而且，看向湖的景色也很美。如果我愿意，我可以轻松地徒步或骑车去湖边。这差不多让我下定了决心。我能想象自己坐在门廊上，喝着啤酒，望着湖面，享受宁静的风景。我走到“出售”牌子前，拍了张照片，然后开车回镇上吃午饭，并试着安排一个正式看房的时间。
运气不错，我正在一家酒吧吃午饭时，就安排了一个小时后和房产中介一起看房！
到了约定时间，我在房子那里见了中介，她打开门让我进去。这是一个小平房，标准布局——客厅后面是餐厅——两间卧室在旁边。厨房、浴室和后面的储物间。后面还有一个带顶棚的门廊，很适合放燃气烧烤架。有一个地下室，暖气炉、热水器和洗衣机都在那里。没有阁楼——只有一个在储物间里带活板门的爬行空间。从结构上看，这房子看起来还算结实。屋顶和墙板还能用一段时间，地基看起来还行。但厨房和浴室需要拆掉重做，虽然中介说所有设施都保证还能正常使用。其他房间也需要粉刷和新地毯。换个窗户和门可能也是个好主意。暖气炉、热水器和洗衣机肯定也得换。哦对了，别忘了——房子是“按现状”出售的——里面有旧家具，还有之前房东没清理走的物品，都还在！所以……有很多东西要清理！
我们接着去了车库，我很惊讶，里面居然通电了。奇怪的是，车库里几乎是空的，只有一台旧割草机，看起来可能还能用也可能不能。还有几件园艺工具。我穿过车库后面的一扇门，走进了车库后面的扩建部分。我打开头顶的灯时，惊讶地发现角落里有一张标准尺寸的床，还有一个上锁的柜子，靠着后墙放着两把木制厨房椅，面朝墙壁，大概就是那两组洞的位置。在那些洞的位置，钉在墙柱上的导轨和一块带木柄的胶合板，从外层墙板和导轨之间滑了下来。我抬起那两扇“门”，露出了那两组洞。
“这他妈是什么？”我问中介，一边用手摸着洞的边缘，发现边缘磨得非常光滑。边缘的木头似乎还有点变色。
她看起来很困惑，但突然笑了，说：“哦！那是枪眼！显然之前的房东是个猎人，他在墙上开了那些洞，用来架猎枪。他大概从一个洞里看，枪从另一个洞里伸出去。我猜他在外面放了盐块引诱鹿，然后就能轻松射杀它们。”她皱起眉头，补充道，“他们坐在里面温暖舒适，等着不知情的鹿过来，然后杀了它们，这似乎不太公平！……你是猎人吗？”
“不，我不是，”我说。
“哦！那好！”她笑了。
我又盯着那些洞看了一会儿，想了想，然后关上它们，我们回到了主车库。当我们回到下面房子里时，她问我怎么看这房子。我已经下定决心，我足够喜欢它，想买下来。我喜欢把它按我想要的方式修缮的想法，同时也能随时去徒步、去湖边或去酒吧。要价正好在我能负担的价格范围上限，但考虑到我所有要做的修缮，我有点犹豫。
“嗯，是的，我爱死这个位置了，房子也很有潜力。但需要翻修的地方比我想象的要多。我不确定我是否能既买下这房子，又有钱来翻修，”我说。
“嗯……你可以出个价，看看房东怎么想，”她说。“我知道他们急于出售。这房子是他们叔叔的，他几个月前生病了，最近去世了。他的侄女和侄子继承了这房子，但他们住在全国各地，只想摆脱它。当然他们想尽量多赚点钱，但是……”
“他死在这房子里吗？”我问。
“没有，他是在医院去世的，”她说。
我想了一会儿，说：“好，我要价比要价低 15,000 美元。看他们接不接受。”
“你能在外面等一下吗？”她问。
我笑了笑，走到外面，看了看几个花园。显然这个男士以前种过菜园，也曾在房子边上种过花。
几分钟后，中介出来了，手里还拿着手机，但捂着话筒。“我想知道你能不能稍微加一点？”
“比要价低 10,000，但这是我最后的报价，”我说。
她把话传进手机里，过了一会儿，她咧嘴笑了，对我点了点头。
“非常好，”她对电话说，“我会把所有文件处理好，送到你的律师那里。谢谢你。”
然后她挂了电话。
“恭喜！”她喊道。“他们接受了你的报价！我们去办公室完成文件吧！”
于是，几周后，六月中旬，我们完成了交易，我成了房主！
我立刻请了两周假，去了我的新房子，开始干活！我打包了手头的工具和一些衣服，去了房子。到了那里，我很高兴电还通着。我本来担心电力公司会断电，而不是只读个表然后把账户转到我名下，但显然他们搞对了。
不幸的是，自从我看房后，没人来清理任何东西，所以我得处理一堆垃圾。
我打开冰箱，很高兴它启动了。我接了一桶水，发现热水也能用！我清洗了冰箱，把我在镇上商店买的食物放进去。然后我开始清洗厨房水槽、台面、炉灶和餐桌。之后，我彻底清洗了浴室。最后，我看了看卧室。我决定那间看起来像客房的那间就够了——床看起来最干净——至少暂时够我用了！我找到一些床单、毯子和枕头，下楼去看看洗衣机能不能用——能用！于是我洗了所有东西，等它们洗好烘干时，我又做了更多清洁。到一天结束时，我已经有了可以用的浴室、厨房和卧室。为了庆祝，我开车去镇上，到一家小酒馆吃了晚饭。然后我回到房子，精疲力竭地倒下。我显然立刻就睡着了。等我醒来时，日光正透过卧室窗户射进来。
我起床，用我带的新咖啡机煮了咖啡，做了鸡蛋、培根和吐司。然后我边吃边想今天该做什么。我有一长串要做的事，但我不确定该怎么安排优先级。最后我决定，开始把我不想要的东西搬到车库去，都放在一个车位上，这样就不碍事了。所以接下来的几个小时，我逐个房间地走，收集我不想要的东西，搬到车库。在那里我把它们分成几堆：一堆是可以试着在车库甩卖或捐给慈善机构的，一堆是纯粹垃圾需要拖走的，最后一小堆是可能应该留着但我不想放碍事的东西。
有一次，我正在往一堆东西里加东西时，我往车库对面看了看，决定快速检查一下车库里有没有我不想要的东西，可以加到堆里。所以我开始干。车库里本身没什么东西，所以我很快弄完了，决定大部分都留着。然后我走进扩建部分，打开灯。那里没什么东西，就一张床，床上有一个斑点很多、污渍很重的床垫，一张厨房桌子和两把椅子，那两把面朝墙上的洞的椅子，还有一个仍然锁着的柜子。我没管家具，走到那个挂锁的柜子前。我要是找不到钥匙，就得把门上的五金件和锁弄坏。我扫视了一下房间，但到处都没钥匙。我看了看桌子底下，床底下，没有。我检查了车库里的工作台——还是没有。我开始看着墙上的钉子板，然后我注意到钉子板边缘的一个洞里有什么东西在闪光，我用手在后面摸了摸，摸到了一把钥匙！我赶紧走进扩建部分，试了试钥匙，锁能打开。当我打开柜子时，我很惊讶。柜子垂直分成两半。一半里，有几支步枪立在柜子后角，柜子顶层架子上有几盒弹药。
“嗯……也许中介说得对，那些洞真的是枪眼！”我自言自语。然后我注意到柜子的另一半。那完全是层架式的。架子上放着一大堆假阳具和其他性玩具，管子和瓶子的润滑剂，还有同性恋色情杂志和旧 VHS 录像带——我看了一眼，确认是同性恋色情片！
“我操！”我说，难以置信地张大了嘴。
我正站在那里盯着看，突然跳了起来，因为扩建部分的后墙上传来敲门声。
“嘿！灯亮着。你开门吗？？？”一个男声低声说道，但我能听清。
扩建部分完全没有窗户，所以我看不见外面是谁。
开门干什么？？？
说实话我有点吓到了，所以我从柜子里拿起一支步枪，走到后墙边。
“嗯？”那个家伙问。
“谁在外面？”我问。
“把洞打开！我给你带了点东西！”那家伙说。
我想了一会儿，最后，我走到右边那组洞旁边——声音是从那边传来的——伸手把那扇门滑开，从导轨里拿了出来。
我听到那家伙笑了，然后他说：“哦，你在啊！我还希望你在呢！”
然后突然一根硬鸡巴从上面的洞里戳了过来！！！
一瞬间，一切都明白了！那是偷窥孔——不是枪眼！以前住在这里的那个家伙显然是同性恋，喜欢通过偷窥孔为其他男人服务！还有什么地方比他的车库后面、紧挨着布满徒步小径的森林更好呢？
“嗯？”那家伙的声音传来，他的鸡巴上下抽动了几下。
我转身，站到那根透过墙戳向我的硬鸡巴面前，才意识到椅子为什么在那里。我下意识地在我身后的椅子上坐下，看了看那根对着我的鸡巴。它跟我差不多长——8 英寸，割过包皮的，看起来相当好看！我在成人书店之类的地方用过几次偷窥孔，所以我知道流程，面前这根鸡巴让我回想起了一切。我这才意识到，我已经硬得像石头了。
“你到底干不干？”那家伙喊道，开始听起来有点不耐烦了。
几乎是条件反射，我伸出手，轻轻握住那家伙的鸡巴，温柔地上下撸了一下。它温暖如丝。它硬得像石头，当我轻轻握住时，它完全硬挺了。他的马眼上出现了一点点湿润。我凑近闻了闻他的鸡巴。有他上次洗澡残留的肥皂味，混合着一点点汗液的麝香味。
当我再次上下撸动那根鸡巴时，我听到它的主人响亮地吸了一口气。
我再也忍不住了。我凑向前，舔了舔他的龟头，尝到了他前液那咸鲜的味道。我慢慢地用舌头绕着他的龟头转了几圈，然后整个嘴滑下去，含住了整根茎身，墙那边的家伙幸福地呻吟起来。
这时我想起了墙上那个更低的次洞。我嘴里含着鸡巴咧嘴笑了，我把手穿过下面的洞，摸到了那个家伙肌肉发达、多毛的腿。他立刻稍微分开双腿，我的手向上移动，托住他的蛋，揉捏了一会儿。然后我开始把手往他的大腿上部之间推，他把腿分得更开了，我的手穿了过去，找到了他的屁股。当我托住他股沟的下部，开始将中指沿着股沟向下滑动时，他显然伸手到身后，把屁股分开了，方便我进入。我的手指立刻找到了他汗湿的屁眼，我马上开始抠起来。我一边干，一边继续用嘴上下滑动他的鸡巴，它开始渗出更多美味的前精。
我持续干了他几分钟，他贴紧墙的另一边站着，掰开屁股，时不时喘气或呻吟。很快，我能看出他开始发抖了，抽动得更频繁了。他的喘息和呻吟越来越密集，很快他高潮前的疯狂开始了。我更卖力地干他，然后就在我以为他要达到顶峰时，我把手指插进他的屁眼，开始用力按摩他的前列腺，这让他叫出声来，完全绷紧，尖锐地喘息着，他的第一股巨大的精液从他的尿道里喷出，射进我嘴里。我迅速咽下去，继续干他，他快乐地喘息和痉挛了好几次，每次都将更多精液射进我嘴里。等他终于射完，我把他的鸡巴吸干，把手指从他体内抽出来。他退后几步，把鸡巴从洞里拔出来，大口喘气，但当我从洞里抬头看他时，他脸上挂着大大的笑容。而且他有一张英俊的脸。他看起来跟我年纪相仿，身高体态也差不多，脏金色的头发，绿眼睛在阳光下闪闪发光。
“我操，哥们！你比去年进步太多了！”那家伙难以置信地说。
我笑了，说：“嗯，是有原因的。以前住这儿的人死了，我是新房东！”
“哦！”那家伙说。“我——我不知道。嗯……你怎么发现这些偷窥孔的？”
我笑了：“你敲门的时候我才知道的！你是第一个把鸡巴透过墙塞给我的家伙！”
“哦！”那家伙咧嘴笑了，惊讶地说，终于伸手拉起裤子。
“所以，你是常客？告诉我这通常是怎么运作的，”我说。
“呃，是啊，我夏天来这儿，”他说。“我喜欢徒步，有一天在树林里，一个超级火辣的家伙走过来，我以为他在钓我，但他不是。他刚从这里出来，告诉我沿着那条有偷窥孔标志的小路走，如果车库后面的灯亮着，我就能找到一个好偷窥孔。所以我来了，灯亮着，嗯，我来这儿的时候几乎每天都来。嗯……其实很多家伙都来这儿。”
“所以……那条路上的标志……哦操！当然——那是偷窥孔——那些光芒是用胶带把洞的边缘磨平滑了！妈的，我居然没看出来，”我说。
他开怀大笑。
我也忍不住笑了。
“那这个灯——我不知道它是亮着的，”我说。
“附近有开关吗？”他问。
我环顾四周，果然墙上有个开关。我按了一下，他说：“现在灭了。”
“等一下，”我说。我又把它打开。
“又亮了，”他说。
我赶紧走到门口，关掉了头顶的灯。
“灭了，”他喊。
“好，我知道了！谢谢！”我说，又把开关打开。
“所以你现在是开门营业了？”他问，我蹲在洞前，透过洞看，看到他的眼珠正看着我。
我笑了，说：“嗯……现在不行，但也许下次吧。你很火辣，你的种子味道真他妈好！”
“你也很火辣！”他说，让我吃了一惊。“嗯，如果你想把鸡巴伸过洞来，我也会给你来一次爽的。”
“真的？”我震惊地喊道。
“为什么不？你刚才把我吸射了！”他笑着说。
我立刻站起来，撕开裤子，往下推。
他又笑了，然后吹了一声口哨，说：“操，你他妈真帅！”
“绕到车库前面，进来，到后面房间来！”我说。
眼珠立刻从洞里消失了。我心跳加速，赶紧把门推回原位，关掉了“营业中”的灯。这时他已经站在门口，盯着我。
“进来，把门锁上，”我喘着气说，声音突然嘶哑起来。
他咧嘴一笑，走进来，关上门锁上，然后转身看着我，上下打量着我——我站在那里，裤子堆在脚边。他咧嘴笑了。然后他环顾了一下房间。
“哇！”他突然警觉起来。“那——那些枪是干什么的？”
我笑了，因为他看起来要开门逃跑。
“放松，那些是我打开那个柜子时就在里面的。你透过墙喊我的时候，我他妈吓到了，所以拔了一根出来。我甚至不知道里面有没有子弹，”我说。
那家伙的咧嘴笑容又回来了，他放松下来，然后当他看到那张床时，他的眉毛挑了起来。
我笑了，说：“买房子带的。你以前进来跟他搞过吗？”
“操，没有，他对我来说太老了。我只是让他把我吸射，”他笑着说。然后，当他开始脱 T 恤时，他咧嘴一笑，补充道：“不过没理由我们不能用它来爽一爽！”
我迅速脱光所有衣服，他也一样，不一会儿，我们互相上下打量着对方完全赤裸的身体。
然后他妖冶地一笑，走到我面前，跪下，把我搏动的鸡巴含进嘴里。
“哦……”我幸福地呻吟起来。
一分钟后，他停下来，建议我躺在床上，我照做了。他爬到我的两腿之间，开始给我进行一次世界级的口交，包括最后像我对他那样抠我的屁眼和按摩我的前列腺。
事后，我躺着喘息，对着天花板咧嘴笑，他爬到我身边，侧躺着看着我，微笑着。
“对了，你叫什么名字？”他问。
我看着他，笑着说：“格伦，你呢？”
“伊恩，”他说。然后，当我继续对他微笑时，他充满希望地问：“我想知道，你是不是恰好是受方？”
“我是！”我咧嘴笑了。“而且，柜子里有润滑剂，如果你还能再来一次的话！”
伊恩立刻起身，走到柜子前，看了看里面的东西。
“操！这家伙真是个变态！”他说。
“我自己也是这么想的，”我说，他检查着各种管子和罐子的润滑剂，选了一管 KY 果冻，然后回到床上。他已经硬得像铁棍了。
“把腿抬起来给我，”伊恩说，眼里带着饥渴的神情。
我笑着照做了，他立刻爬上来，脸朝前冲着我的屁股。过了一会儿，我感到他热乎乎湿漉漉的舌头开始上下舔我的屁股缝内侧，最后他来到我的屁眼，开始又舔又亲，用舌头戳，直到最终，他把舌头穿过我的括约肌，舌操了我几秒钟，而我躺着轻声呻吟。
他停了一下，只是给食指和中指涂上润滑剂，然后用它们把我打开，温柔地戳和推，直到我的肌肉让步，他成功地把两根手指都滑了进去。当我快乐地呻吟时，伊恩慢慢地用手指操我，又给了我一次前列腺按摩。
最后，我喘着气说：“够了！现在把你的鸡巴给我！”
我感觉到伊恩的手指滑出我的体内，低头对他笑了笑，他往自己的硬鸡巴上涂了更多 KY 果冻。过了一会儿，他摆好姿势，俯身在我上方，握住他的鸡巴对准位置，挺起臀部。我感觉他的龟头顶着我的屁眼，于是放松了肌肉。然后我轻轻喘息了一声，他那巨大的工具穿透了我，滑了进来。
一旦伊恩完全插入，他停了一会儿，双手放在我两侧的床垫上，然后深深地看着我的眼睛，开始慢慢往外抽，直到只有龟头还在我体内。然后他又开始往里推，让我的快乐呻吟起来，因为他的鸡巴滑过了我的前列腺。伊恩开始慢慢地长距离干我，大概一分钟左右，他温柔地把他的阳具推进我体内，再拔出来，然后再推回去，再拔出来。
最终，我完全适应了他在我体内，他越来越兴奋，所以他开始加速，直到很快，他以适当的速度操我，他的骨盆每次把鸡巴撞进我体内时都拍打着我的屁股。他操我的时候，继续低头看着我，我也抬头看着他。他的呼吸越来越重，我的呻吟和喘息也越来越频繁。很快我开始感到一种紧迫感，我能感觉到伊恩也有同感。他加快了动作，我伸手握住自己的鸡巴开始打手枪。
几秒钟后，我们俩都进入了疯狂状态——他几乎粗暴地在我体内抽插，而我疯狂地打着手枪。突然伊恩俯身，热情地吻住我的嘴。我回应着，把嘴完全张开，当他像活塞一样更快地在我体内抽插时，我们的舌头互相战斗着。
又过了几秒，我感到高潮突然开始迅速积聚，我开始不停地呻吟，因为快感在堆积。伊恩感觉到了，开始咕哝着，他的臀部以闪电般的速度上下抽动。
“嗯嗯嗯嗯嗯嗯嗯！”我突然呻吟起来，第一泡凝胶状的精液喷在我们俩的肚子上，我猛烈地夹紧了伊恩的鸡巴。
这就是伊恩需要的全部。当我第二次高潮时，他把嘴从我身上撕开，喊出声来，同时把一大泡精液深深泵进我体内。
“啊啊啊！！！”他喊道，我又呻吟起来，我们一起快乐地痉挛着。
我们又喷了几次，直到两人的高潮都结束，伊恩轻轻地倒在我身上，我们俩都浑身是汗，躺在那里喘息。
“操！”我们突然听到后墙外一个声音说。“听起来他们在里面开派对不带我们！”
“那……你今天开门吗？”另一个男声大声问。
伊恩和我互相看了看，笑了。
“不，今天不开了，”我喊道。“抱歉。”
“但也许改天吧！”伊恩喊道，淘气地对我咧嘴笑着。
“哦，”其中一个用失望的语气说。“我待会儿回不来。我就几分钟时间。”
“我也是，”另一个说。
伊恩看着我，我耸耸肩。
他跳起来，冲到墙边，看了一会儿那扇门的机关，而我起身走过去，把其中一扇门滑开。他也很快照做了。
我们各自从自己的洞里往外看，看到两个瘦瘦的年轻家伙正要走开。
“等等！”伊恩喊道。“让我们看看你们有什么！”
那两个家伙转过身，咧嘴笑了。他们俩都很可爱，看起来相当年轻——合法——但年轻。
他们赶紧跑回墙边，一边跑一边解开裤子，不一会儿，伊恩和我每人面前都有一根硬鸡巴穿过墙戳向我们。
伊恩咧嘴一笑，低头含住他面前的那根鸡巴，我也照做了。我们这样爽了大约五分钟，这两个年轻家伙差不多同时爽射了。当他们终于从洞边退开，伸手拉起裤子时，他们俩都满脸笑容，而我们透过他们鸡巴刚离开的偷窥孔抬头看着他们。
“谢了，哥们！那个老家伙呢？”一个问。
“他死了，”我说。“现在这儿是我的了。”
“那还会跟以前一样吗？”另一个问。
“再说吧，”我说。“也许吧。如果灯亮着，就过来。不过我可能不像以前那位房东那样经常有空。”
“不知道你们俩想不想跟我们约？你知道，也许来个四人行？”深色头发的男孩问，浅色头发的男孩咧嘴笑了。
我们都笑了，我说：“嗯，现在不行，但你们俩都很火辣，谁知道呢？也许改天吧！”
“酷！”“好啊！”他们咧嘴笑着喊道。他们系好腰带，说“谢谢！”“是啊，你们太棒了！”
“谢谢，”我们俩都说。
然后他们走开了，回到小路上，我们关上了洞上的门。
“我不知道你怎么想，但我饿了，而且真的很需要冲个澡，”伊恩说。“嗯……想一起洗吗？”
“我很乐意，但老实说，我甚至不知道淋浴能不能用。我确实洗了浴缸和墙，也知道有水，但……我们得检查一下！”我说。
我们赶紧穿上衣服，上了前面的房子。
幸运的是，淋浴能用，所以我们一起爬进去，互相清洗的过程中，又给了彼此一次快乐的高潮。
“我们去哪儿吃点东西吧，”事后我建议道。
伊恩完全赞成，所以我开车带我们去了最近的酒吧，吃了午饭，边吃边更好地了解了对方。
伊恩是个老师，夏天在湖边租了一间小木屋，所以整个夏天他都会在那里。而且，当我们发现我们都住在同一个城市时，我俩都不敢相信！如果一切顺利的话——我们今年夏天会在一起度过，而且回到城里后也不会结束！
午饭吃完后，我把伊恩送回他停车的地方。我放下他时，他跟着我回了家，说他会帮我干房子的活。我告诉他没必要，但他坚持。
“你就是想回去把车库的灯打开然后待在那儿！”我指责他。
“嗯……”他说，我们都笑了。
“说真的，”他说。“我知道我们刚认识，但我真的很喜欢你，我也没有别的事做，所以让我帮你把房子弄好吧。嗯，如果你感兴趣的话，我们也可以有一些自己的课外乐趣，也许可以更好地了解对方。我有点想看看事情会怎么发展。”
我咧嘴一笑，说：“好，但只是因为我也这么想。不过让你干体力活，我确实感到有点内疚。”
“我真的不介意！”他笑着说。
“那，偷窥孔怎么办？”我好奇地看着他问。
“嗯……我不会建议我们像以前住这里的那个老家伙做得那么频繁，但……也许偶尔吧……我的意思是，刚才那两个家伙真他妈可爱！而且我们俩跟他们玩得都很爽，”他说。
“没错，但我们没办法知道走到洞前的那些家伙是不是都像那俩和你一样干净可爱！”我说。“我可不想给某个又丑又脏的变态口交。”
“同意！”伊恩说，我能看出他是认真的。
“我们会想出办法的！”他补充道。
所以……那年夏天剩下的时间，伊恩几乎所有时间都跟我在一起，待在我家。其实没花多长时间就完成了让房子可以住人的必要工作。结果他非常能干，而我作为建筑师也很能干，所以我们很快就拆掉了浴室和厨房并重新装修。而且我们设法从当地一家建材店买了很多材料，那家店正在低价出售一些即将停产的商品。到夏天结束时，我们完成了房子上的所有工作，并且深深地投入了彼此的怀抱！
至于偷窥孔，我们俩都有点喜欢这种冒险，但真的不喜欢其中的风险。有点不情愿地，我们决定永久关闭它。我在两组洞上都钉了板子，把小路上的标志也拆了。我还竖起了禁止进入的标志。偶尔还是有一两个家伙会走过来，看到灯灭了，洞被封了，失望地离开。我们在那里装了一个步道摄像头，看看到底有多少家伙会来，结果能看到他们所有人。我们很高兴地发现，确实有一些看起来很猥琐的家伙出现了。另一方面，也有几个是我们俩都想看看的家伙！
关闭后不久，有一天我们在看步道摄像头，那两个我们服务过的男孩又来了。两人显然都很失望。我们俩都很惊讶，他们居然大胆地绕到车库后面，几分钟后又出现在视野里，然后沿着小路走了。
“那是怎么回事？”我纳闷。
“我猜他们来找我们，希望我们还能记得他们并感兴趣。可惜我们出去的时候他们来了。有点想知道他们想要什么。也许我们应该在前面也装个摄像头，”伊恩说。
“你他妈当然知道他们想要什么，”我笑着说。
伊恩也对我咧嘴笑了。
过了一会儿，我们走到前廊，拿着鸡尾酒坐下来放松时，我惊讶地看到一折叠的纸从门上掉到地上。我捡起来一看，笑了。
“嗯，我们现在知道那些男孩想要什么了，”我笑着说。“他们给我们留了纸条。‘嗨，哥们！是我们——卡森和凯文——我们是几周前你们在后院帮过的那两个家伙。还记得吗？我们问过能不能约一下？嗯……我们路过，看到你们关门了。我们很遗憾看到这样。如果你们愿意的话，我们仍然感兴趣也许见个面。给我们打电话。’下面是一个电话号码，每人一个。”
“操！”伊恩说。“他们真他妈可爱，我几乎真的想给他们打电话了。”
“可能会很有趣，”我表示同意。
我们都笑了。
我喝了一大口酒，说：“如果你想的话，给他们其中一个打电话，邀请他们过来。”
伊恩笑了，掏出手机，从我手里拿过纸条，拨了凯西的号码。然后他打开了免提。
“喂？”一个熟悉的年轻男声传来。
“凯西？”伊恩问。
“嗯，”凯西说。
“我是伊恩，你和凯文见过的两个人之一。你和格伦给我留了纸条，”伊恩说。
“是啊！”男孩喊道。“太酷了！真不敢相信你真的给我们打电话了！那……你是哪个？黑头发的帅哥，还是浅金色头发的帅哥？”
“我是浅色头发的那个，”伊恩说。“格伦是黑头发的那个。”
“酷！”凯西说。“我是你吸的那个！”
伊恩笑了，说：“深色头发的男孩，对吧？”
“嗯，”凯西说。
“那，我和格伦在想，你们俩想不想来我家？”伊恩说。
“当然！你们想什么时候？”凯西问。
伊恩看着我，我耸耸肩。
“你现在有空吗？”伊恩问。
“呃……嗯，”凯西说。“凯文现在就在我旁边，我们正闲着，所以，嗯。”
“我们就在前廊，你们过来一起坐吧……不过以后从前面院子过来，”伊恩笑着说。
“行，”凯西说。“我们一会儿就到。”
“这应该会很有趣，”我看着伊恩说。
“没错，”伊恩说。
几分钟后，那两个家伙到了。他们俩都咧嘴笑着，硬得像石头，走上门廊。嗯，那确实是一个有趣的夜晚！
原来凯西和凯文是在大学认识的。当他们发现自己是同性恋并且互相吸引时，他们设法换了室友，这样可以住在一起。一旦成了室友，他们就经常搞到一起。他们对彼此的相互吸引，以及他们喜欢很多相同的东西，让他们的友谊发展成了一种真正的爱情关系。凯西的家人就是本地人，他从小在树林里徒步长大，很小的时候就发现了这些偷窥孔——太小了——但每次从偷窥孔的经历中出来时，他都被榨干了精液，但幸运的是没有受什么伤。自然地，他把偷窥孔的事告诉了凯文，夏天来临时，尽管这两个男孩处于恋爱关系中，但他们俩都无时无刻不精虫上脑，凯文想去偷窥孔。于是凯西邀请他来家里住几个星期，男孩们每天都去徒步——当然每天去一次甚至两次偷窥孔，每次都被服务。这个夏天是男孩们在一起的第二个夏天，凯西又邀请了凯文来玩，他们做的第一件事就是去偷窥孔，在那里他们遇到了我们，而不是这房子的前房东。嗯——他们俩都比我们想的更年轻。两人都即将满 20 岁！
不过他们已经合法了，而且我们已经跟他们做过爱了，他们俩都非常渴望和我们在一起，尽管（或者也许正是因为）我们比他们大十岁。我猜也许他们想让我们教他们如何拥有充满爱意的性关系……伊恩和我交换了一个会意的眼神，我邀请男孩们和我们一起进屋。对凯西和凯文来说，那是一个启发性的、相当神奇的夜晚，每个人都得到了彻底满足，而伊恩和我解释了如何做爱而不只是搞！
接下来的两周，直到两个男孩离开去凯文父母家住两周为止，他们花了很多时间在我家，和伊恩与我一起玩。他们离开时我们很伤心，他们也是。但我们发誓要保持紧密联系，也确实做到了！
我们的夏天就这样过去了。伊恩和我在那年夏天剩下的时间里变得形影不离，而且幸运的是，因为我们在同一个城市，实际上住得相当近，我们设法保持了我们的关系。到了下个夏天，我的租约到期了，伊恩的也快了，所以我们俩搬到了一起，住进了一个更大的新公寓。夏天时，我们在那栋房子里度过了很多时间，享受徒步和湖泊。
我们确实和凯西与凯文保持了紧密联系，他们大学毕业后也搬到了一起。幸运的是，双方父母都支持他们是同性恋。每当他们来拜访凯西的家人时，我们都会特意回到镇上，这样我们就能聚在一起。他们回到城里时也会来看我们。
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