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San Zang had only intended to take a stroll and get some fresh air today, but he found himself lost in thought on the mountain for too long. By the time he snapped back to reality, it was already dark. Fortunately, he could still catch the last bus. He slowly made his way down the mountain path and noticed a tall, sturdy boy in a school uniform ahead of him, casually walking while holding a cigarette. The boy had short hair and a lively demeanor that made him stand out.
The boy seemed to have noticed San Zang as well, but they both chose to maintain their distance, walking one behind the other along the narrow path. The bus stop was not far from the foot of the mountain; the white light of the sign appeared dim due to grime, and a broken streetlight flickered forlornly nearby.
The boy's high school uniform featured a folded collar adorned with a cute badge that seemed out of place with his overall image. Sitting on the bench at the bus stop, San Zang finally got a good look at the boy's face. He was well-groomed and handsome, the kind of person who would easily catch attention and receive compliments in a crowd.
He’s too young, San Zang thought. He had long passed the age where young faces stirred any feelings within him, and life had dulled his interest in others. After taking in the boy's appearance, he turned his gaze away and began to daydream while waiting for the bus.
Wukong had skipped classes all day, enjoying the sun on the mountain. He had encountered a beautiful girl in a long dress who bore a striking resemblance to white cloth but was overly flirtatious. Fortunately, she was fun and had an appealing voice; her ample figure swayed enticingly as they engaged in their activities. Once satisfied, she dressed without bothering to clean herself up before leaving.
He had deliberately lingered until dark to catch the last bus for some much-needed rest. However, halfway down, he heard the sound of flip-flops behind him. Turning around, he spotted a robust middle-aged man with grayish-white hair wearing what looked like a monk's robe not far behind him. If he hadn’t seen this man earlier that day on the mountain, he might have been startled by thoughts of horror stories that usually didn’t frighten him.
His intention to monopolize the last bus was shattered, much to his delight. He observed this man closely; he appeared to be over forty but was well-preserved and fit. The wind lifted and dropped the man's open-collared robe just enough for Wukong to catch sight of something unusual—a bite mark on his chest.
Wukong had excellent vision, even at night, so it didn’t take him long to deduce what had happened: this man was promiscuous and likely shared beds with other men.
Lighting a cigarette, Wukong took a puff before offering it to the man. The man's reaction was as expected. "Sun Wukong, and you?" he leaned closer, catching a whiff of fresh laundry mixed with tobacco.
The man exhaled smoke in an alluring manner without looking at him directly, coldly replying, "San Zang."
"Damn," Wukong chuckled mockingly. "You really are a slut."
San Zang wasn’t particularly fond of this boy; under the streetlight, his brown hair and shiny earrings screamed troublemaker—one of those brash youths who used their strength to get their way. So when Wukong called him a slut, San Zang tossed his cigarette onto the road and planned to move to another bench.
However, the boy grabbed his arm. Furious, San Zang tried to shake off this brat but found himself caught by the throat in an instant. The boy was strong; he squeezed tightly enough that San Zang struggled to breathe while his other hand was pinned down. All he could do was watch as the boy leaned closer, sniffing around him like an animal.
Finally, the boy's nose stopped near San Zang's ear; with warm breath, he licked San Zang's earlobe, causing his earring to sway gently.
"I’ve seen you before," the boy said in a low voice laced with flirtation. "You were that guy I saw at the bar once—sitting on some man's lap while drinking."
Wukong released San Zang’s throat but kept his hands firmly restrained. He was carefree; when desire struck him, it didn’t matter if it was a man or woman—if they ended up in bed together, he wouldn’t let them go easily. His girlfriend white cloth knew about his not-so-secret habit but never interfered; she only asked one thing: stay clean and don’t get sick—oh, and definitely don’t get any other women pregnant.
So as Wukong roamed freely through life’s pleasures, his bag contained not only textbooks and cigarettes but also an assortment of colorful condoms.
San Zang was pressed on the bench by him, and the clothes that were only fixed by a belt soon became a sheet. Wukong pulled down his pants and took out his penis. The size of the newly awakened penis was considerable, and the rare size made San Zang feel a little bit. Although he would not be moved by young people, he would be for this thing. After all, he was indeed a bitch. But he didn't want to be on this bench, and was held tighter. He licked his lips and said, "Let me go if you want to do it." The boy's penis had male body odor, and the feeling of it slowly growing in his mouth made San Zang's lower body excited. He didn't like oral sex, and the unbearable body odor of some customers made him sick, but this boy was surprisingly acceptable. They stood behind the bus stop. To be specific, the boy was standing and he was half-kneeling, with one hand holding the boy's legs that felt very good, and with the other hand holding the penis that had begun to drip under his oral skills and sucking it hard. The glans was against his throat, blocking his unbearable moans. Wukong really enjoyed this blowjob. This man's technique was so good. In addition to his penis, he also took good care of the two balls hanging in the air. He leaned against the cold backboard of the bus station, his lower abdomen and lower body were burning like a bath in fire. But it was not enough. After all, the man's mouth was limited. Even if he deep-throated, he could not feel the comfortable pleasure of full entry. When he felt that his lower body was already fully in the state, he pulled out the wet penis from the man's mouth and put on the condom that had been prepared long ago. The advantage of being used to being fucked is that it is always easy to accept the manipulation of strangers from behind. With the thin lubricant on the condom, San Zang was uncomfortable for less than a minute when the meat stick was fully entered. Then he was hit hard and the pleasure was like a tide. The advantage of young people is that they are strong and rushing around with blood, but they are different from those barbarians who only care about having sex. They always make both parties feel good. So San Zang leaned against the backboard where the boy had leaned just now, arched his back and raised his buttocks to accept his wide-opening and closing movements. The slapping sound of the scrotum hitting his body was particularly clear in the silent night, including the boy's satisfied panting and his uncontrollable moans. Every sound hit his ears, causing his lower body, which could not be taken care of, to swell and ache. The boy noticed this and maliciously reached out to grab his penis, which had already begun to drip, and blocked the sensitive little hole with his fingers and said the third sentence he had said to him besides the bitch: "I'm not ready yet, you can't cum." Bastard, San Zang cursed in his heart. But the dirty words came out of his mouth as moans of indulgence in lust, without any threat. Just as they were doing it hotly, the last train drove slowly from a distance with bright lights on, stopped for a few seconds in front of the station as a courtesy, and slowly drove away without even opening the door. The two who missed the last train became even more unscrupulous in this remote place. He was forcibly moved to the station, lying on the bench with his mouth wide open, yelling at the bastard to fuck him. The bastard was also careless. He fucked him and took out his cell phone to call: "Come to this location to pick me up." The person on the other end of the phone was obviously woken up from his sleep, cursing but not refusing: "Why did you go to that remote place? Why do I hear you sound like someone is sucking you?"
Wukong laughed, manipulating San Zang with increasing intensity. Each thrust reached deep, causing the man, who was feeling a bit physically drained, to let out sounds that had changed in pitch. On the other end of the phone, someone cursed with an unbroadcastable profanity, muttering something about getting dressed before hanging up.
Usually, guests didn’t last this long. After spending a day on the mountain without a proper meal, San Zang, accustomed to such encounters, felt a bit weak. The sensation of weakness was magnified by desire, and in a daze, he even thought he might end up buried here due to exhaustion.
Then, as the boy thrust powerfully, he reached his climax. After the peak of pleasure, his mind grew heavy, like a small boat caught in a giant wave, about to sink into an unfathomable sea.
What brought him back to awareness was a sweet, cool sensation. When he opened his eyes, he found himself dressed and seated in the back of a car, next to an energetic young man. In his hand was a bottle of yogurt, droplets of water trickling down onto the seat.
From the front seat came a shout: "Damn it! You filthy monkey, don’t dirty my car! I just changed the leather seats!" He caught sight of another young man in the rearview mirror—chubby and seething with anger.
Wukong kicked the driver’s seat. "Damn it, drive properly! What are you staring at?"
The boy was left speechless; he shot them an annoyed glance before focusing on driving again. Meanwhile, the culprit who had made him faint shoved the yogurt bottle into his hands and leaned in close to whisper, "We’ll go to his place later; I’ll clean you up when there’s water. Hold tight; don’t let anything leak out."
San Zang frowned at this and thought something felt off. It didn’t take long for him to realize the issue and asked, "Didn’t you wear protection?"
The boy smiled innocently. "I grabbed one that I accidentally damaged; there’s a tear in it, so everything stayed inside."
He didn’t have the energy to be angry but then heard the boy add, "Anyway, you won’t get pregnant; I’m clean, don’t worry."
San Zang felt that his chances of using that yogurt bottle to knock him out were still quite high.
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