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Wei Zhen genuinely wanted to invite San Zang out for a day of fun, even to the extent of not holding hands. He started crafting his message on Monday, revising and rewriting it countless times in the WeChat chat box. By Friday night, he finally sent a simple "Are you there?" but felt it was too abrupt, so he added, "I want to discuss something."
He waited until nearly two in the morning before receiving a response—a single question mark.
That one question mark sent him rolling in bed with excitement. First, he was thrilled that he was still on San Zang's contact list; second, he was glad that San Zang likely remembered him. The worst-case scenario would be that they wouldn't go out but could still enjoy some time together at home.
"Tomorrow is the weekend; I want to take you out."
Every word in this message was typed with trembling hands, and the anxiety he felt when hitting send was more intense than waiting for exam results. He could even hear his teeth chattering.
"Don't you have any friends?"
San Zang had not changed at all. Wei Zhen felt choked by the response, pouting in a way that San Zang couldn't see, feeling wronged. Yet his fingers were honest and quickly typed out his thoughts.
"I do, but none are like you."
This message wasn't sent by Wei Zhen himself; it was his heart, long gone, and his hands that were completely out of control. By the time his brain registered what was wrong with that statement, it was already too late to take it back.
It's over... completely over...
Wei Zhen collapsed onto his bed like a fish washed ashore by a strong wind, just a sprinkle of chili powder away from death.
The vibration of his phone pulled him back to reality a little. San Zang sent him a location pin—it was from a nearby neighborhood—followed by a simple message: "Ten o'clock."
So, at ten o'clock sharp, Wei Zhen knocked on San Zang's door, dressed like a nervous student heading for an interview, clutching an oddly shaped bouquet of flowers. The perfume he wore made him feel like a bird ready to court.
When the door opened, the first thing he saw was San Zang's well-defined chest, prominently displayed beneath a loosely draped white bathrobe over his tanned skin, with droplets of water trickling down and disappearing into the fabric. Looking up, he saw San Zang's not-so-happy face; dark circles under his eyes indicated that he hadn't slept well the night before.
"You're quite punctual," the man said as he stepped back to let Wei Zhen in and effortlessly took the bouquet from him, placing it in a glass vase on the shoe cabinet. The apartment was tidy but filled with signs of life—a half-eaten sandwich lay on the kitchen counter next to an open laptop displaying work documents.
This did not look like the home of someone who sold themselves. Wei Zhen thought this phrase was quite rude but kept it to himself as he obediently stepped into the living room and sat at the corner of the sofa, ready to bolt at any moment.
"Why me?" San Zang asked casually as he sprawled out on the sofa. The bathrobe opened slightly due to his movement, exposing his body clad only in underwear once again. Now, San Zang looked even more enticing than he had at night.
"I don't know." Wei Zhen realized that lying at this moment would be less effective than speaking honestly. He shook his head earnestly. "I saw you a long time ago at the entrance of our neighborhood and thought you were handsome—especially manly in a way I really like. Then one time while jogging, I saw you with another guy in the bushes... that's when I thought about your job. The last time I asked you out was because I genuinely like someone like you..."
Without caring whether San Zang wanted to hear it or not, Wei Zhen poured out his heart like beans spilling from a bamboo tube. As he spoke, he caught a whiff of smoke and turned to see San Zang's intrigued expression illuminated by backlight.
"So you like men." A cigarette that had been smoked down was offered to Wei Zhen's lips. Having only pretended to smoke once in school for bravado, he took it and placed it in his mouth without inhaling.
"Yes," he affirmed confidently. "I like men."
"If you have any questions, now's your chance—while I still want to answer." The tone of San Zang's voice deepened slightly; the sudden change startled Wei Zhen. He truly liked this man—wanted him in that way. But to avoid getting hurt, Wei Zhen suppressed his inexplicable desires and engaged in some serious brainstorming. Ultimately, however, his mouth moved faster than his brain: "Why do you do this..."
The brain said no, and blocked his mouth with his hand. The second half of the question turned into air swallowed back into his stomach, and the half cigarette burned his hand very accurately. This question is taboo, for everyone. The brain told him this sentence through the pain, and let reason give him a hard punch. In the chaos, he heard the man's laughter, and he closed his eyes carefully, thinking that he would be beaten up today. But no, the man just reached out and took the cigarette, and then puffed out smoke until only the cigarette butt was left, and then he spoke: "I don't look like a bitch, right." "No, no, no, don't say that. I don't mean that. I just mumbled..." This time, it was the man's big hand that blocked his mouth, with warmth and the smell of tobacco. Wei Zhen couldn't help but stare at the man with wide eyes, and the deep eyes met his gaze, as if to suck him into the abyss. "You are the first one to bring flowers to see me, so as a reward, I can tell you a little bit of my secret." The man smiled slightly, his expression was very frivolous, and used his other hand to unbutton his clothes, "But a bouquet of flowers is just for you to ask questions. If you want the answer, you have to listen to it in bed. I worked overtime until the early morning last night and haven't slept yet. You have to let me sleep until tomorrow morning." The clothes seemed to understand what the man said. It was so difficult to put on, but it took only a dozen seconds to take it off. Their posture was exactly the same as that night. He was pressed down by the man and looked up at the other's perfect body. And San Zang's chest was half an arm away from him, and the protruding nipples due to the cold were so obvious. "You got hard." Wei Zhen heard the man's ridicule and hit back without hesitation: "You got hard first." The fact is that San Zang reacted first. From the moment Wei Zhen took the cigarette, he wanted this young boy in front of him to do something to him. The part that was gradually awakening was clearly displayed in front of him. Anyone who was not blind could see the changes in his body. "What do you want to do now?" San Zang lowered his body, pressed his already wet underwear against Wei Zhen's, and rubbed it gently. Wei Zhen and San Zang were at least twenty centimeters apart in height. The root of his life being rubbed was very comfortable at this time, and there was a spring scene in front of him. The man's nipples were swaying in front of him. He didn't use any strength, so the soft muscles swayed up and down with the movement. The nipples occasionally rubbed against the tip of his nose, making his heart feel numb. Not willing to be outdone, he knew very well that he definitely couldn't go out to play today, so he might as well enjoy the delicious meal in front of him. Wei Zhen reached out and hugged San Zang's back, opened his mouth and bit the nipple that was swaying in front of him, imitating the action of sucking on a bottle when he was a child, stirring it with his tongue. The man's muffled groan sounded above his head, and the friction of his lower body also increased his strength. The texture of the fabric made the already sensitive part even more sensitive. Wei Zhen, who had not even masturbated since the last date, ejaculated under such friction. All the semen was trapped in his underwear, but his penis did not show any sign of being weak. He was distracted when ejaculating and did not pay attention to the part in his mouth. He bit it subconsciously. It seemed that because of the pain, San Zang also shivered, and it was obvious that he died like him. "It's a dog." San Zang raised his body and separated his chest from the child's mouth. There was a wet tooth mark on the red and swollen nipple. The nipple that was swollen from being sucked seemed to have something coming out. He thought about taking the child to the bedroom. After all, there was nothing to lubricate here. Who knew that he had just stood up and had not yet stood firmly, and was pulled down on the sofa by a strong force, becoming the one being pressed. The kid lay on top of him, biting his lips with his eyes closed. His clumsy kissing skills were like a match that completely ignited them. Speaking of which, he hadn't been with a man for four or five days. He had to work overtime so that he couldn't even sleep, let alone go out. Looking at the kid's penis that was about to burst through his underwear and fall out, fatigue and sexual desire made him open his legs for the man in front of him. His anus, which had long been accustomed to sex, was ready even without lubrication. Just before the boy knocked on the door, he had just cleaned his anus and was ready to satisfy himself first. "I want to hear your answer." Wei Zhen couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart, and reached out to pull off their underwear, which were already soaked. The penis that almost popped out was still stained with white semen, but his was thicker and longer than San Zang's, and the color was darker. He made unreasonable demands, imitating the way in porn movies to plant strawberries while rubbing breasts, and by the way, pinched the nipple that he hadn't bitten just now. The person under him lifted his body involuntarily due to the stimulation. Their lower bodies briefly touched each other. The warmth, softness and hair stimulation made Wei Zhen more lustful. He pressed forward and kissed San Zang's lips again, prying open his teeth with his tongue and tangling with the other one. San Zang's hands were around his neck, trembling slightly. His legs were already raised, as if he was ready to explore deep inside. When his mouth opened, silver threads stretched and broke. San Zang, who was caught in lust, giggled and grabbed his lower body with one hand, moaning and saying, "Fuck me, I'll tell you when it feels good." For the answer that was actually not important, Wei Zhen did not hesitate. He lifted San Zang's waist, aimed at the hole that had been shrinking, and thrust in vigorously and without mercy. The moist and warm passage tightly wrapped around his lower body. The tighter place after contraction made people want to go deeper. He supported himself on the sofa with his hands, let San Zang's legs clamp around his waist, and began to fuck hard.
Because there was no lubrication, the dry anus was forced to be penetrated more painfully than usual, and this rarely experienced position made people feel very uncomfortable. San Zang began to make noises as the boy thrusted at him, and he vented his desires wantonly. "Haaa...ah...harder..." The men he usually dated were either small or fast, and he was exhausted before he could have enough fun, and he had to rely on fake sex again when he got home. The young man in front of him had a thing of the right size, hot and big, and he didn't have to do it himself, so he felt comfortable no matter how he thought about it. "You screamed, it means you feel comfortable, you have to answer the question." In Wei Zhen's eyes, this matter has become an unimportant but necessary lubricant, because he knows that no matter what answer he will hear later, he will accept it, because at this moment this man belongs to him, his body, sexual desire, moans, and even the penis. "I'm addicted to sex, ah...ah..." San Zang tilted his neck and enjoyed it, "I feel uncomfortable when no one fucks me, ah... too fast... ah..." His sexual desire is a disease, there is no medicine to treat it, he can only rely on sex, but he doesn't want to rely on that cold fake dick, since it's something like being fucked, he will definitely get someone to come, so he chose to receive customers, and taking money is just to make his conscience feel better. This answer is a bit unexpected, but it makes people more excited. Wei Zhen increased his strength and hit deeper, slowing down just to get deeper, where it is softer and can make the person under him scream better. "Ahhh... too deep... ahhh..." The hot thing seemed to break through the intestines and come out of the belly. The rare feeling made San Zang's eyes snowflakes, his body tensed and became extremely stiff, and he couldn't help but contract and clamp his back hole, twitching all over to get through the climax that made people scream. He ejaculated, without any external help and only leaning on his back, and even like a woman who can squirt, he ejaculated not only semen but also water. Then he felt dizzy and weak, but his back hole still tightly attached to the boy's penis. He felt something burning in his lower abdomen, and saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth because he was distracted and couldn't swallow it in time. The boy put his hands under his head and kissed him deeply and passionately. The penis buried deep in the passage was beating, as if waiting for the next explosion. "You like my dick." The boy was obviously led astray by him, and he said dirty words, "You went out to find a man because you met me too late. If you knew me earlier, you would definitely only like my dick, which is big, thick and long-lasting." The snowflakes in front of him had not faded yet, and San Zang was still immersed in the afterglow of the climax. He gently twisted his waist to make the thing that filled him move again. He responded to the boy's kiss and said yes, saying that he really liked this dick that belonged to the boy. They finally hugged on the slightly crowded sofa. The boy filled his inner cavity with thick semen, and bit his nipples maliciously, mumbling that he wanted to suck out milk. San Zang was exhausted, and he pressed against the boy's body, allowing him to plant strawberries on his body to claim sovereignty. After the snowflakes in front of his eyes disappeared, they were replaced by endless black, which wrapped him in warmth and made him feel comfortable after his sexual desire was satisfied. Although this was the sofa he disliked sleeping on the most, it became very sleepy at this time. "It would be great if you could get pregnant..." The boy's mumbling turned into a mosquito's chirping in his ears. San Zang closed his eyes and felt that he could finally sleep well. A ringing sound from somewhere woke San Zang up. He searched for the source of the sound in the dark, but the next moment he stood up, he was hugged by someone, and then a cup of warm water was handed to him. Looking at the moonlight outside the window, next to him was Wei Zhen who was supposed to go home. The boy was wearing his short-sleeved pajamas, which were as wide and big as a nightgown. "Why are you still here?" Confused, he took a few sips of water and found that his waist and back ached badly, especially the "favored" part of his back, which was much more sore than before after sex. "You fainted." The boy rubbed his waist and whispered, "I was worried about you being alone, so I called a doctor to check your condition after cleaning. The doctor said it was caused by excessive fatigue, and asked you to pay attention to your lifestyle and not stay up late." "What else?" San Zang saw the evasive look on the boy's face, and there was no need to think about what he asked the doctor. The boy found out that he had discovered his secret, and he buried his head in San Zang's shoulder shyly, without the free and easy attitude when he fucked him hard during the day. She said shyly, "I consulted the doctor about your disease, and he said it's no big deal, but you must pay attention to hygiene and safety." "Then why are you staying..." "I saw the physical examination report under your computer, and the male health column is very safe and there are no other problems. I don't have any diseases either, and I'm much cleaner than those people out there. Would you consider putting me on the list of vibrators?" "Now you feel shy. How could you be so righteous when I gave birth to a child?"
Although the darkness made it difficult to see the boy's changing expression, the warmth radiating from him suggested that he was undoubtedly blushing furiously and feeling quite embarrassed.
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