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Wei Zhen would always see that man by the street, dressed in white, illuminated by the colorful neon lights of the shops. Sometimes he would smoke, exhaling the smoke into the wind, watching it dissipate like a fog, his eyes reflecting the various street scenes. At first, Wei Zhen didn't understand why this man stood by the street late at night. Did he not have a home? Or was he going on a date at this hour?
Who needs to go on a date so late at night?
One night, after finishing work later than usual, as he rushed through the entrance of his neighborhood, he caught a glimpse of the man behind an old pavilion that was usually deserted. Stopping in his tracks to take a closer look, Wei Zhen, who wore glasses but still had decent hearing, noticed the man’s body moving rhythmically and heard a sound that stirred his imagination drifting into his ears with the wind.
A feeling called shame filled Wei Zhen's mind with the man's low moans, forcing him back to his home. He pressed a piece of frozen meat against his face for a long time but couldn’t suppress that inappropriate embarrassment.
That man was… Wei Zhen buried his head in the sink full of water, wishing he could pay handsomely for a pair of eyes that had not witnessed that scene. But that night, in his dreams, there was the tall and strong man, his white clothes neatly folded beside Wei Zhen's bed. The man lay on the bed, covered only by a small blanket meant to block out summer's heat, leaving certain male parts exposed.
Startled awake, Wei Zhen wiped the sweat from his forehead and gritted his teeth as he took off his pajama pants and walked to the washing machine.
As an intern at a company, Wei Zhen felt as if he had flipped some strange switch. Before work, he found himself inexplicably drawn back to last night's "crime scene," where he discovered several cigarette butts on the ground and two small plastic balloons discarded among the dense roots of a hedge. On his way to work, he felt like a helium balloon floating along.
Fortunately, work was busy enough that he didn’t have time to dwell on it. But this calm lasted only until lunchtime when a colleague sitting across from him in a noodle shop leaned in conspiratorially and whispered to their group: “Bro called a girl last night; she’s really something—super smooth and incredibly good at her job. Want her number? I can hook you up; prices are reasonable.”
…Damn! Wei Zhen slammed his chopsticks on the table as his mind was once again filled with images of that naked man from his dreams. The discussions around him about what this girl could do turned into echoes of last night’s low moans drifting into his ears.
“Qin Zi, you just graduated; you haven’t tried anything yet, right?” The colleague’s suggestive gaze sent chills down Wei Zhen’s spine. Sure enough, his phone vibrated; opening it revealed a phone number followed by two words: Mei Mei. “Give it a try; it’s amazing.”
Later that afternoon, Wei Zhen called in sick, claiming that he needed to take his cat—who had drunk too much due to a gas leak at home—to the hospital for gastric lavage.
Sitting on the sofa, he stared at the number on the screen, dialing and then stopping repeatedly. After doing this over ten times, his colleague sent him another message: “Haven’t called yet? Old C already booked! Don’t be shy!” Wei Zhen turned off his phone directly and got up to pull back the curtains for some fresh air only to realize it was already completely dark outside.
Then... Wei Zhen didn’t manage to make an appointment, nor did he want to; he simply put on his coat and went outside the community. The man was indeed standing there, this time wearing a white shirt with the top button undone, the golden earring on his ear sparkling under the streetlight.
He paced back and forth like a madman at the entrance of the community, a distance of only ten meters that he could walk five hundred times. His mind was not occupied with thoughts about how expensive men were, whether they were willing to engage in intimate encounters, or if they might carry diseases... Instead, he was preoccupied with whether to say hello first or to ask if the man thought he was attractive.
I should be attractive, Wei Zhen reassured himself. After all, a man cannot admit to being unattractive. Yes, a man cannot say he is unattractive.
Gathering his courage, he strode over to the man and looked up into his deep-set eyes that held a hint of confusion, more of an appraisal. The words “Shall we?” were stuck in his throat, neither here nor there. He stood there with his mouth open but silent, resembling a fish that had been caught and knocked unconscious. The man didn’t ask anything; he simply held a cigarette in his mouth and quietly watched him, his gaze filled with curiosity about what Wei Zhen might say.
“Let’s go to my place,” as soon as those words escaped his lips, Wei Zhen felt as if he had been thrown into a pot of boiling oil. Then the man took the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled smoke sideways, replying, “Once you’re home, it’s an all-night deal.”
It wasn’t until he closed the door behind him and bumped into the door frame while searching for sleepwear that Wei Zhen truly felt that his endeavor for a casual encounter that night had been remarkably successful. Stealing a glance back, he saw the man lounging on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, their eyes meeting.
If my mother found out about this, she would definitely break my legs. Wei Zhen thought to himself as he handed over a pair of pajamas that were far too short for a man. The man then began unbuttoning his shirt; soon enough, his honey-colored chest muscles were exposed to the air. His movements were slow but undeniably seductive. Wei Zhen heard him say, “I can’t wear children’s sizes.”
That shouldn’t be a compliment, right? Wei Zhen pondered for a moment before snapping back to reality and noticing that the man was now only in tight black briefs while his shirt and pants were neatly folded on the sofa. “I’ll take a shower first,” he said casually as he walked into the bathroom, leaving Wei Zhen standing alone in the living room holding the pajamas like a fool.
Then they proceeded to engage in what colleagues referred to as “testing whether the money spent was worth it.” As a young man who had never directly experienced such things but had secretly browsed adult magazines and watched several films online during their widespread circulation, Wei Zhen felt somewhat prepared. He had even taken it upon himself to adopt a scientific attitude towards life and had studied various types of films, including two that detailed how men could enjoy themselves in bed. But merely watching didn’t equate to experience...
“Is this your first time?” The man pushed him onto the bed and slowly began removing his clothes; warm fingers glided over his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Nodding honestly like an obedient child, Wei Zhen surrendered completely to the man’s touch. After all, it was all coming out of his own pocket; there shouldn’t be much difference between being on top or underneath.
“You’re bold for looking for someone by the roadside your first time. What position do you prefer?” The man's voice was deep and husky from smoking, accompanied by an enviable physique with muscle lines reminiscent of Michelangelo's David in a museum. He nearly blocked out all light from Wei Zhen's view and exuded the scent of milk-scented shower gel from the bottle on his shelf—like a perfectly baked rich milk cake just out of the oven.
Wei Zhen licked his dry lips and blinked as he felt both his underwear and pants being pulled off and tossed aside. He cautiously reached out to touch the man's short hair; although it was graying, it didn’t look old at all. “You can do whatever you want; I’m fine with anything. Also, my name is Wei Zhen—hey? Your hair is so stiff!”
The man laughed, a joyful kind of laughter. His hand, which had been gently touching the man's hair, was caught and forced into a gesture of surrender. "You really are a first-timer. My name is San Zang. Since you want me to choose, get ready to enjoy it."
The thrill of being grabbed by a stranger was something Wei Zhen couldn't easily articulate; his first reaction was a worry that his little brother might get hurt. But San Zang's skills were undeniably impressive—he had never experienced anything this exhilarating even when he handled things himself.
Just as he was mentally preparing for a day when he wouldn't be able to sit comfortably, San Zang positioned himself on top of him, straddling his little brother...
The deep moans that had haunted him since last night echoed in his ears, rising and falling with San Zang's movements, and he couldn't help but let out sounds of his own. At that moment, Wei Zhen felt like he had truly become an adult, experiencing the pleasures of adulthood.
He reached out to grip San Zang's waist, gradually reclaiming control. Even though it was early summer and still carried a chill, they felt as if they were rolling in hot milk together. Perhaps it was because he hadn't prepared anything; the lubricant he found tucked away in a corner of the drawer was something he'd bought once for removing a ring. Fortunately, San Zang mentioned that he hadn't experienced the feeling of going without protection in a long time, which oddly reassured him.
Later, both of them were quite caught up in the moment. After finishing on the bed and heading to the shower, they ended up entangled again. When Wei Zhen finally felt exhausted and expressed how sleepy he was, San Zang sat on the edge of the bed smoking, his body marked by the aftermath of their passion. As Wei Zhen drifted off to sleep, he hazily sensed another presence beside him. However, after such an intense experience, his fatigue overshadowed any lingering concerns about unresolved issues, and he wrapped himself in the blanket and fell into dreams.
The next morning, feeling groggy and sore, he looked at the man who had now become part of his daytime memories. He heard San Zang say, "It's time to settle up, kid."
Oh... this was business. Wei Zhen's mind whirred as he slowly fished out his phone from between the couch cushions and asked the man, "Can we add each other on WeChat for a transfer?"
And just like that, another man who required payment every time they met appeared on his contact list. Before leaving, the man didn't say goodbye; instead, he remarked casually, "Not bad at all."
Huh???
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