Beast

When answering A or B to a question would probably make things more and more complicated, Cuenca decided to play dumb-"What is straight and what is curved?"

However, before all this happened tonight, Perot thought he knew Cuenca very well, so he did not hesitate to go straight to the point—"Don't be stupid, you know."

As he spoke, he looked Kunka up and down, as if he could see the faded secret through his bathrobe.

Kunka stared at the wine in the glass and fell into deep thought.

This is a difficult problem in life, which will lead him to different endings.

Originally, he thought things were too simple. He thought that attacking Perot was just attacking Perot. He never expected that in addition to fighting monsters and upgrading, he would have to do a lot of cumbersome options.

He sighed, pretending that he wanted to say something but hesitated to speak, and then continued to drink, using tactics of delaying time.

Perot waited for him to repeat the procedure two or three times, and saw the other party's attempt to hang up, so he had to compromise and changed the question-"Have you ever had sex with a man?"

Kunka can answer this question, he shook his head, "No."

"None of the three?" Perot asked.

Good boy, Perot seems to have a lot of experience, even playing with three people is incredible.Cuenca glanced at Pero with a smile, and Pero clarified-"I haven't played, you don't want this expression."

"Three people have had it, but I'm the only man," Cuenca said. "Not only three, but I've tried five people, but I was only 25 years old at the time."

After successfully answering two questions in a row, Kunka regained a little confidence.It seems that he doesn't know how to drive at all. You see, another wheel came up from the ditch.

The next situation is very simple, Cuenca can go with the flow, let nature take its course, and tell Pero that I actually don’t know why this happened, so I like you for many years and dare not tell you, because I am afraid that you will look down on me.

Who knew that they became more and more familiar with each other year after year, and now they can talk about the old fritters, but they are too familiar to talk about it.

But no matter what the previous entanglement was, and whether Perot was interested in him or not, Cuenca really regarded Perot as a good friend, and the friendship was still there if the lover could not be a lover. What's more, in the face of the enemy, he would never refuse because of Perot He has other plans.

Taking advantage of Perot's silence, Cuenca recalled the above statement twice, very good, there are no mistakes.What is this, this is true love.He neither denied the brotherhood, but also exposed his heart as much as he could.

Perrault should be touched anyway.

Cuenca would not lose this friend.

But who knows how long Perot's brain circuit is, he didn't give Kunka a chance to express his loyalty, and he didn't bring the topic in this direction. Instead, he kicked the accelerator and said-"You want...you want me fuck you?"

Kunka was stunned, but his mind immediately turned again in the next second.

Why did Perot ask such a question, is there any difference between me messing with you and you messing with me?There might be a difference, but you fuck me... illogical, right?Are you trying me?

Cuenca made up the picture of Perot playing with himself, and his thinking became a little clearer.

Looking at Perot's eager eyes, Cuenka cleared his throat, looked around, and after confirming that there were really no men present, said—"I think... I'll fuck you."

Perot's expression froze again.His eyes widened slightly, showing a kind of surprise that should be faced with "the sun is green".

He looked at Kunka's face with great interest, and after a while, he smiled softly as if hearing a joke.

Then he drank the wine in the glass, stopped the topic suddenly, and quickly said "Don't think about it, go to sleep", and then went into his room.

So is Cuenca right or wrong?

Cuenca was baffled.

He gulped himself a few more sips of wine, pondered Perrault's expression, and finally decided that he was right.

Perot fucked him?Forget it, even if Cuenca is willing, Perot probably can't drive this broken car.

Although Perot is also quite big, he is still slightly thinner compared to Cuenca.

Perhaps Perot couldn't even hug Cuenca, it's better to do the opposite, which can unlock more unknown plates.

Thinking of that scene, Kunka was a little excited.

Alas, I really can't think too much at night, the expression on my face will become wretched.

Kunka quickly cleared up the last bit of wine, and got into his room in time.

But in fact, it is not only Cuenca who is preoccupied, but also Perot.

He went back to the room and lay on the bed, and he didn't fall asleep after turning for a long time.The appearance of Cuenka and the disorganized conversation with the other party kept appearing in his mind.

Cuenca liked him—how could this be possible, Perrault never thought of it that way.

It's not that I don't want to, but I don't dare.Cuenca is very likable, maybe his rough appearance can show his hormones, and butterflies and bees are never around.

Perot never doubted Cuenca's orientation. After all, if it was a bend, it would be impossible for them to not have any gossip for many years. They are not stars and need to be hidden.

What's more, with Kunka's character, if he found a good thing, he would announce it to the world immediately, so how could he hide it for so many years.Even if he really concealed it from the outside world, then relying on his familiarity with Kunka, Kunka would not keep his mouth shut.

So every time Kunka protects himself, Perot just regards it as an ordinary friendship.

Cuenca is indeed very moral, and even a little generous.

So when he first got to know Cuenca, Perot was not very happy to cooperate with him.

Because although it is necessary for him to take this path, righteousness is necessary, but too much righteousness will inevitably affect the business.He didn't want to be tied to a person who was prone to passion and brain, which would bring a lot of unnecessary trouble.

But the first time he traveled with Cuenka on business, Cuenka conquered him.

That was about eight years ago, and Fu Kang sent the two of them to contact the leader of a neighboring country.Fukang wanted to sell his goods to the neighboring country through this leader.

Fukang was supposed to go by himself, but he ran into a bit of trouble on the other line. He had a fierce fight with the people from Yushan, and he couldn't get away, so he had to let Cuenca and Perot go on his behalf.

Perot immediately told Fukang that either he would go alone, or Cuenca would go alone. After all, he and Cuenca had completely different personalities. Do not show jokes to outsiders.

But Fu Kang said no, sending only one of you is not enough, and later the partner will feel that we look down on him and don’t give him face, then the business will be completely ruined, and it will be difficult to make appointments in the future.

It was a very hot line. Once they failed to win Pusai Bay, they might be able to cooperate with Yushan the next day.

Fukang asked Perot first to get angry with Kunka. In the final analysis, everyone was doing it for the good of Posai Bay. Kunka understood this truth.

Perot had to reluctantly agree, but in fact he didn't negotiate much with Cuenca.Because as soon as Cuenka saw him, he enthusiastically took him to drink. The drinking place was extremely noisy. After drinking for three consecutive days, he got drunk every day, but he didn't have a chance to have a good talk with Cuenka.

On the fourth day, before the wine sobered up completely, the two boarded a plane and went to each other's territory.

I thought that Fu Kang said that two people are enough weight, that is really enough weight.No matter what the final price is, the other party will entertain them well on the bright side.

Unexpectedly, when Perrault and Cuenca got off the plane, they took a special car and ran for more than two hours and finally arrived at each other's villa. After finally meeting each other's face, the man's face turned cold before his butt was hot. , Immediately said - "Let Fukang send a more normal person, I don't deal with freaks."

Perot didn't expect the other party to be so shameless, and he felt a fire rushing to his head after hearing it.But he still couldn't bear it, after all, it wasn't the first time he had heard such words.

So he tried to calm down and was trying to say that let's talk outside instead of inside.Anyway, the most important thing is not to let this business fall into Yushan's pocket, so it doesn't matter even if you endure it for a while.

Unexpectedly, when Kunka heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, and before Perrault could speak, he stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar.

Cuenca said what the hell did you say, can you say it again?

The surrounding security guards immediately pointed their guns at Cuenka, but Cuenka insisted on grabbing him by the collar and not letting go.

Pero was also taken aback, and hurried forward to pull Cuenca away, saying that what the other party said was me, not you, don't get me wrong.

After hearing this, Kunka cursed even more. He said that he didn't even understand respect. What kind of business is he doing?

In the end, it was good to talk, and Kunka let go of his hand cursing.The man was also aware of Cuenka's temper. Anyway, he didn't make any sophistry about the previous insulting words during the whole negotiation process.

Of course, this business must not be negotiated, and the two of them were still criticized by Fukang.

But for some reason, Perot changed his mind about Cuenca.

Perot, who had lived alone for many years, did not mind such insults.He will pay attention to the profit and loss of every business, and compare pennies and pennies, but as for the language - he thinks it's okay to suffer a little, after all, he is indeed different from ordinary people, that is called a freak - he can bear it.

But Cuenca's move made him feel for the first time that someone was safeguarding his dignity.

It was a very good feeling, and Perot never refused to travel with Cuenca ever since.

When dignity had been forgotten by him, someone reminded Perot and helped Perot pick it up. This is a feeling far beyond ordinary friendship.

Two years later, the relationship between him and Cuenca got better and better, so much so that they wear the same pair of pants now.

It's not that Perot doesn't have a good impression of him at all, of course he does, especially after Cuenca got himself drunk, he insisted on sitting next to him, letting him lean crookedly against him.Sometimes it is to send him home, sometimes it is to accompany him in the hotel.

At this time, Perot felt that Cuenca was really strong, so strong that he seemed to be able to sleep on this body.

Perot's alcohol capacity is not very good, every time he drinks with Cuenca, he vomits in a mess.At this time, Cuenca would pull a bucket to watch over him, and when he woke up the next day, he solemnly assured him that he would never pour Perot like this again.

Of course this guarantee never came true.

Cuenca is too addicted to alcohol, and after alcoholism, he loses sex.

Whenever Perrault called on him impromptu, there was always the noise inherent in certain establishments in the background.

Up to now, Perot doesn't like to call Cuenca when he has nothing to do. If he really wants to get in touch, he chooses to send text messages—and sometimes he can even add an emoji.

Occasionally, Cuenca would send a few emoticons to Pero, sometimes Pero would reply, and sometimes not.Perhaps Perot also tried to keep a distance subconsciously. After all, if Perot replied every time, it would not take long for their relationship to go in an ambiguous direction.

They are colleagues, partners, brothers who don't know when one of them will be killed.

So Perot was careful on the boundary, so that today the other party suddenly told him that my feelings had already crossed the boundary - Perot felt dizzy and couldn't accept it for a while.

But if you don't make it clear, you can deceive yourself and others. Once you make it clear, some thoughts will be out of control.

Perot opened his eyes and looked out of the window. As long as he recalled what he saw in the bathroom just now, his heart beat faster again.

He himself didn't know how many years he hadn't experienced such throbbing, it was the fear that only happened when he was young, but now, now he is an old guy who is nearly forty.

Moreover, Cuenca is too different from the people he has had close relationships with before, and it does not meet Perot's aesthetics at all.

Not to mention white, tender, and clean, if one day Cuenca was a little more refined, and he didn't wear his leather jacket or nightgown ostentatiously, Perrault felt that the sun came out from the west.

But even with this greasy appearance, Perot could not help but fantasize about it.

He tried to suppress the throbbing in his heart, but was aroused by Cuenca's words "I want to fuck you".

Damn it, Cuenca must not be gay, his model is so obvious that he can't tell it, so what the hell is he talking about.

So Perot didn't know why he still closed his eyes. After pulling up the quilt, he slowly stretched his hand down.

This has nothing to do with Cuenca—he emphasized to himself—it’s just that the last time he did this was about two months ago, and it’s been too long, so he should release it a little to check whether the function is normal.

He gritted his teeth and frowned forcefully.

There was darkness in his eyes, and he hoped that in this darkness later, there would be no scenes that he didn't want to admit.

But Perot was unsuccessful.

When he touched his lower body, he still felt a little bit offended by his reaction.He absolutely didn't want to admit that he really had that little bit, and hoped that their conversation just now didn't end there.

But if you indulge this expectation - dare not think about it, it would be too shameful to think about it any longer.

Alcohol, however, confuses the mind and stirs the spirit.Those pictures still squeezed into his mind involuntarily, making him take a shallow breath.

He thought of Cuenca's lower body.

It was a very... very stout thing.

It's ridiculous to say that Perot is indeed not as strong as the other party.But even if it is his model, every time he has sex with other people, he is uncomfortable being pinched by the other party. He only needs to imagine, and he can guess how painful it is for the one who is penetrated.

Although most of the time the other party would say they were comfortable, Perot knew exactly how much flattery and flattery there were.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if Cuenca came in.

Perot didn't really let people in, or he tried, but only a little bit.

That was many years ago, he vaguely remembered, probably because he couldn't hold back his curiosity and wanted to try something new, so he asked the other party to try it with his fingers first.Unexpectedly, before two fingers were inserted, he felt that he would not be able to enjoy this fun in this life.

So in the end, not only did he not let the other party in, but he also hurriedly forced the other party to fire two more shots to suppress the shock.

But for some reason, when he imagined that he was the one under the pressure, and Kunka was moving behind him-the thing in his hand actually became harder.

Cuenca will make him miserable, it is inevitable.

Kunka likes to make people hurt when he looks like that, so it probably not only hurts his shoulders, buttocks, and stomach, and maybe his knees hurt from kneeling on the bed.

And what will Cuenca do, will he rip off his clothes, or just cut to the chase and just pull his pants down?Would he kiss his own body, or would he ignore it and not even do the preliminary work, thinking that he could simply insert it like a vagina?

do not know.

Perot's fingers wiped the area close to the glans, and the feeling of relief slowly rose.

If Kunka has no experience, then the process must be extremely painful, even the fingers are so uncomfortable, let alone such a thick thing.

Perot was intolerable.

I would probably bleed, be torn apart, stretched apart, forced to eat, and eat to the deepest part.

More cum spilled from the glans, causing Perot to frown.A little bit of sweat from excitement and anxiety also overflowed from his forehead, making him rub against the pillow incessantly.

Then what?Perot asked himself.If he really let the opponent's most difficult part come in, how will Cuenca progress?

He can't help but twitch.Perot himself likes tight people very much, the pain and softness of scratching can make him crazy and addicted.No man can refuse such a pleasure, even if at that moment they want to be considerate of the feelings of the people under them.

So probably Kunka would do the same, pressing his waist or shoulders and twitching.

Perot's hand speeded up, and the comfortable feeling gathered and rippled.

He had heard many nicknames of Cuenca, and those nicknames proved his enduring fighting power.

How does it feel to be poked in by such a person, the heat and tension that merged with Kunka, although it is impossible for him to ejaculate directly, at least it can make him stand firm all the time.

Kunka's impact is definitely not lighter than when he hit someone, each blow seems to smash the internal organs.The pain went into the bones, and then came out with blood, and then pierced in, making his pores all open, but his muscles tensed up.

Damn, it hurts to think about it.

Perot stroked his penis faster, numbness followed by pain.

Cuenca's heat will be transferred where the two meet, and the hot chest will be attached to Perrault's back.His breath sprayed on his neck, as if it could bring electricity and heat waves one after another, and then the pain became more intense, and the sweat became more dripping.

He wanted to hear Cuenca's voice, the kind of voice that was damaged by tobacco and alcohol always had a kind of hoarse magnetism.What will he say?What can I say at this time?Will he ask the other party to call him something like he asks others, or call it louder?

Or don't say anything, just panting and continue to work, as if to cut through this piece of land.

Perrault exhaled hot air, making the sweat-soaked pillow even hotter.More sweat spilled from his forehead, his heart was pounding, and he spurted blood vigorously as if in protest, hitting his eardrums and hitting his temples.

The pleasure converged more accurately to the part of the stroke, which made Pero swell to the limit.

He wanted to bring himself to a high place as soon as possible, but his footsteps were staggering, as if deliberately prolonging the time of suffering and enjoyment.

Perrault would probably have groaned had he heard that wheezing.

He'll be hyperactive and not know what he's doing.He would be immersed in the pain, but he would be picked up by the numbness that seemed to be there.

He'd bleed, cry, sweat, and shoot what he'd been suppressing for so long as the opponent punched harder.

Eventually all the anxiety, all the confusion, all the embarrassment, all the wanting to touch but not daring to touch - all evaporate with ejaculation.

He would convulse, spasm in Cuenca's chest.The spasm lasted for a short time, but the time left for him to recollect it was very long.

Then he would feel the heat and thickness of that chest again, and the real touch might make him imprint on it hysterically.

Perot's mind went blank.

He let go of himself and lifted a corner of the quilt to breathe.

All the pictures are gone, only the window is still blowing a comfortable night breeze.

He didn't dare to open his eyes, not to mention the fatigue that swept over him in an instant couldn't make him open them.

He didn't want to know what he had just done.