“A Fragment Out of Time”
吉光片羽
作者： Diane Marchant
这篇故事1974年9月刊登在第三期的GRUP，目前它被认为是最早公开的同人故事。以现在的标准而言，这是个相当含蓄的故事。图是作者自己画的。妹子你没有看错哟！！这是还使用打字机的年代的同人，向当年的先辈致敬！！

授权图：
其实译者翻译的很好啊，不过既然这么说了我就先放原文吧，有才的妹子可以帮忙翻译。

百科的介绍，欢迎膜拜：http://fanlore.org/wiki/A_Fragment_Out_of_Time

先马克！窝会砍楼了嘛！但是看上去真的好棒的样子！

酷爱膜拜吧米娜桑！@beatGin @HEY_贤宝宝 @血玫瑰Nina @南瓜_叔 @双叉桑丶X8 @K子酱zy @小小假发子 @azura0128

@HEY_贤宝宝 @苦瓜桥 @人生在偷笑

“Shut up…we’re by no means setting a precedent.” He was quiet…and not merely because he was used to obeying that voice implicitly. He was being peeled, slowly, like a delicate fruit, in time to some far off pagan rhythm and he found his logical mind was swathed in a white mist of sensual well-being. Gentle hands spread warm oil slowly, in ever-widening circles over his chest. Tantalizingly, teasing fingers ran over each nipple, flicking the tip lightly. A slow, deliberate tongue reached out to each erect button. He shivered, then squirmed; surprising himself. A sleek, well-oiled torso slid over his chest down to his navel. Tiny shivers accompanied the soft nips at his abdomen. Warm oil was dribbled over lower areas; then a ravaging (?) finger made him glisten. Even his thighs were being massaged…the pressure was…delicious. Well-skilled hands made long, swooping strokes from his knee up the inside of his leg to the upper thighs. Now, he could not prevent this, any more than he could stop a solar eclipse…even if he’s really desired to. It had been building all these years…no one set of circumstances was the cause…now, it seemed it had been inevitable from the outset.
He felt a tightening as he contracted a little when pubic hair was brushed slightly. The weight on his legs and the sensuous stretching of the gliding above him made his pulse race. A strong pair of hands turned him onto his stomach. A river of heated oil etched a blazing trail down his spine; light, feathery fingers sent the trail into the very core of his being. His buttocks were being massaged…slowly at first; then the tempo gradually increased, until two hands were counter-rotating…each squeezing alternately. Then, abruptly, it stopped. “No!!…Do not stop!” he hissed.
The other smiled and then ran expert hands once more over the surface and then between the legs, spreading them effortlessly. Careful palms cradled a very sensitive area that had just been exposed. Then the area was being stroked as a tongue flicked. Swiftly, he was on his back again and a [?] head and darting tongue were busy. His eyes were tight shut, tears squeezing from the corners. A hand began to pump, as if to milk. He felt he’d go mad! He was being oiled again, his groin massaged, then gently stroked. A flush had crept from the base of his skull to his groin. He yearned, he ached; wished he never were. Weight was upon him and his legs invaded. A shock wave swept through him for a second, only to be replaced by pleasure; as an easy pressure gyrated smoothly, exquisitely within him. …vibration..teasingly delicious vibration. How uniquely wonderful…the feeling at the base..there.. A circle of thumb and forefinger was working, too,…pulling slowly up and squeezing. The rhythm increasing, the grip tightening. A stray finger, circling the tip, pressed. Fire! fire; lips on lips…depths..spirals..colours, tensing…reaching..climbing..flying..soaring..darkness that is light..the explosion..the NOVA. Tomorrow..tomorrow will tell…Sleep. “Sleep.”
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然后是翻译：
“闭嘴......我们又没打算开创先例。”他安静下来……并不全然因为他总是无条件地服从这声音。缓缓的，他被剥去衣服，就像是颗美味水果，应和着某种遥远异教音律，他发现自己的逻辑思维为幸福感的白色迷雾所包围。轻柔双手慢慢把温暖油膏涂抹开来，在他胸膛上做着逐渐扩大的环形运动。折磨人，戏弄人的手指掠过每个乳头，轻轻戏弄着顶端。缓慢而从容，舌头伸出来，触及每一粒硬纽。他颤动着，辗转着；连自己都觉得惊讶。光润、流畅身形滑过他胸膛下到他肚脐。细小颤栗伴随着在他腹部的轻软挤捏。温暖油膏缓缓抹过更低的区域。一根（？？）的手指令他目眩。他的大腿被摩挲揉捏.......这欢愉...甘美无俦。熟练双手推挤着，从他膝部向上，沿着双腿内侧直抵大腿根部。现在，他已无力阻止，就像他不可能阻止一次日食……哪怕他真地想这么做。已经累积了这么多年……没有哪件事情是起因...现在，似乎开始就已是注定。
当耻部毛发被轻轻拂过，他觉得自己绷紧了，就好像他缩小了一点点。压在他腿上的重量，在他上方光滑躯体舒展的感觉令他心跳加速。有力双手把他翻过来趴伏着。温暖油膏的河流沿着他脊柱蜿蜒而下形成一条灼热小径；轻若羽毛的手指把这条小径引向他身体的最深处。他的臀部被捖摩...开始是缓慢的；然后速度渐渐变快，双手交错盘垣...每一下挤压交替。然后，突然，它停了下来。
”别！...别停！”他从牙缝间发出嘶声。
另一个人微笑了，再次把双手抚过肌肤表面，然后移到到双腿之间，毫不费力地分开它们。掌心爱抚刚暴露出来的敏感非常区域。舌尖轻弹，那片地方被轻轻扫过。很快，他又一次仰面躺着，（？？）脑袋和灵巧舌头忙碌着。他双眼紧闭，泪水从眼角摒出。一只手开始摩捋，就像在挤榨。他觉得自己要疯了！他再次被涂抹上油膏，他的腹股间被揉按着，然后是轻软爱抚。血色从他脑后蔓延到他股间。他渴望着，他疼痛着；希望自己永远(不？)如此。沉重压在他上面，侵入他的双腿。有一秒钟，震惊的波涛席卷过他，却被喜乐之意取而代之；一份轻轻压迫在他体内回旋，流畅，诱人……颤动，令人烦恼的美妙震颤。多么独特的美好……在那儿，在底部的感觉。由拇指和食指圈成的小环也在工作着……慢慢往上捋动，挤捏。节奏加快，挤迫更甚。一根迷失的手指，环上顶端，按压着。火焰！火；嘴唇对嘴唇……更深处，飞旋纠缠……色彩，紧张……延展……攀升……翱翔……扶摇直上，黑暗是光明……爆炸……超新星。明天，明天将会……睡眠。“睡吧。”

嘤嘤嘤膜拜的五体投地……

好棒！！！！！！！！！！！！（热血沸腾＞_＞）

窝看到了。=_=这个简直是太赞了大鼻祖。。@_>ˋ表示无比敬佩，描写的很含蓄'点赞！

LZ好勤劳……膜拜……

实再是棒一脸血！！！！

0w0
ST不愧为同人的先驱
万分膜拜啊啊啊石墙事件才过去五年而已发表也需要勇气啊啊
小羽辛苦>w<感谢艾特

@血玫瑰Nina 这篇始祖必须精啊有木有！

向前辈致敬【。
图真的好棒～

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