A Lucky Coin

The quilt cover is very fragrant, the kind of fragrance that is very dry and mixed with the smell of the perfume in the closet.

On the first day of junior high school, I felt that I was trapped in the quilt by Yan Hang, and I couldn't see anything, only the sense of touch and hearing remained.

With the canceled visual bonus, he could hear it very clearly, Yan Hang's breathing was right behind his ear.

Every tiny touch seems to be magnified.

The hot air on the back of his neck, the tip of his tongue across the porches, and most importantly, the hand in his trousers, which only has slender fingers, beautiful joints, and the hand of Yan Hang, who is flexible and light no matter what he does.

These stimuli come so suddenly every time, but I feel that my reaction is also very fast in the first day of junior high school. After all, I am still a very young dog, whoosh!

Just stood up.

But at this moment, when his whole body was in a state of excitement, there was a voice screaming in a corner of his mind.

Hold on, dog brother!Don't second!

Chuyi snorted softly, unable to hold back his voice, he grabbed Yan Hang's wrist.

But this action is useless, he can neither pull Yan Hang's hand away, nor can he control Yan Hang's movements by pinching his wrist.

On the contrary, when I grasped his wrist, I could feel the movement track of the muscles and wrist bones pulled by each movement in the palm of my hand.

Forget it, it's hell to hold on.

He gave up working hard on the first day of junior high school... In fact, it can't be said that he didn't work hard or not. He didn't have the technology and ability to control it at all.

Once you decide to give up, it will be more enjoyable.

Panting, he returned and grabbed Yan Hang's waist.

……

"Puppy." Yan Hang propped his arms on the bed, and flicked on the ear of the first day of junior high school.

Chu Yi's face was still buried in the quilt, and he could feel the ups and downs of his body when he was panting. It was not until he subsided slowly that Chu Yi turned his face to the side, frowned and said, "Are you crazy?"

Yan Hang smiled and said nothing.

On the first day of the junior high school, I lay down for a while and moved.

Yan Hang supported the bed and stood up. Chuyi first turned his head and glanced at him, then slowly turned over and looked at him.

There was some confusion on his face, but it was much better than when he was back last time. At least his eyes didn't let go, they stayed on his face all the time.

Still frowning.

"What kind of expression do you have on your face?" Yan Hang said, "I didn't shoot in seconds, I'll prove it."

"Ah." Chu Yi rubbed his nose.

"Here," Yan Hang took two wet wipes and handed them to him, and took another one to wipe his hands, "Pack it up and go buy it later..."

"You..." On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't pick up the wipes, and his eyes slowly looked down from his face, and stopped on his crotch.

"Huh?" Yan Hang glanced at him.

On the first day of the lunar new year, without saying a word, he suddenly sat up from the bed.

"Don't worry about me." Yan Hang turned to go to the living room.

To be honest, although it was not a quick shot in the first day of junior high school, it didn't last long. It is estimated that he has never tried masturbation himself since the beginning, so for Yan Hang this time, the time is slowly coming. Almost, not to the extent that the plane must be shot down.

But as soon as he reached the door of the bedroom, he heard movement behind him, and he could tell that it was Chu Yi who jumped off the bed.

He turned his head and saw Chu Yi standing by the bed and staring at him.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang asked.

"I'll come." Chu Yi said.

"What?" Yan Hang was stunned.

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't speak, and looked down again.

Yan Hang glanced down subconsciously, feeling that he probably understood the meaning of the first day of junior high school.

He was very surprised by being so active in the first day of junior high school, and it also made him a little...embarrassed. If he touched it, he would suddenly feel guilty for spoiling the child.

"No need," Yan Hang smiled, and continued to walk out, "I..."

"Stand." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang clicked his tongue, and when he turned his head again, he found that besides embarrassment and unsatisfactory expression on the first day of junior high school, there seemed to be a little... unconvinced?

"You don't know that you think you want to kill." Yan Hang said.

Chuyi stared at him: "It can't be every time, it's you."

"No," Yan Hang smiled, "Actually, it doesn't matter who it is..."

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't speak, but still stared at him.

Yan Hang suddenly realized, would he feel a little humiliated after recovering from the first day of junior high school?

The expression on the face of the first day of junior high school is not much different from the look of a child who loses a game and yells "Do it again".

"Dog." Yan Hang wanted to say something

But Chuyi bit his lip, lowered his head and rushed towards him.

"Hey fuck!" Yan Hang was taken aback. This stance really felt like he could drag his little brother down, so he turned around and ran away.

"Give it to me! Stand!" The first day of the junior high school roared.

Yan Hang didn't speak, and rushed into the toilet quickly, and closed the door with a bang with his backhand. When the first day of the junior high school came to twist the door lock, he locked it inside.

"Yan Hang!" Chu Yi slammed on the door.

"There is no such thing as you," Yan Hang pushed the door, "You are rape."

"...Open the door!" Chuyi continued to knock on the door.

"Just say you want to fight or fuck me?" Yan Hang said.

"Open the door!" Chuyi didn't answer his question.

"You are very arrogant, brother dog?" Yan Hang wanted to laugh a little.

"You wait." Chu Yi said.

"What are you waiting for?" Yan Hang asked.

There was no sound outside the door. Yan Hang put his ear to the door and listened. It seemed that he had walked away on the first day of the junior high school.

There is a conspiracy.

Yan Hang smiled, is the gadget still playing tricks?

A few seconds later, the footsteps of the first day of junior high school came from the living room.

Before Yan Hang figured out what his plan was, he heard the sound of the door lock.

"Are you quite capable?" Yan Hang was a little surprised, "First day of junior high school!"

The first day of the junior high school did not speak outside, but the movement of the lock did not stop.

Yan Hang leaned against the wall and looked at the door lock with great interest.

He said he could pick the lock on the first day of the junior high school before, but he didn't care. Seeing the first day of the junior high school unlocking it, he suddenly found it very interesting. A silly and honest dog can actually slip through the door and break the lock.

Also... quite slippery?

Before Yan Hang could appreciate it for a while, in about three to five seconds, the door of the toilet was opened with a "click".

On the first day of the lunar new year, he opened the door aggressively and rushed into the toilet.

Then he stood in front of Yan Hang and stared face to face.

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he paused, and rushed over to hug him.

"Hey." Yan Hang sighed and hugged him too.

Then I felt Chuyi's hand go down, Yan Hang turned his head and kissed Chuyi's neck.

Originally, he had no plan to masturbate today. He didn’t have enough time in the evening. He had to buy clothes and eat, and he had to go to work in the coffee shop at 07:30 on the first day of the first day of the new year. It’s already a waste of time to masturbate. It’s too late if he doesn’t go out now. .

But right now, he is not particularly able to bear the state where he insists on a vendetta on the first day of junior high school.

Forget it, let's just leave it at that, what else can be more important than Brother Gou showing off his power?

The hand of the first day of junior high school went all the way down, touching his stomach and waist, and finally grabbed it lightly through the pants, and then stopped.

please continue.

Please put your hands in there.

Have you lost your memory?

Yan Hang turned his head to look at the first day of junior high school, he was so fixed on the first day of junior high school, as if he didn't know what to do, although Yan Hang was set on fire by him, he grabbed his hand and stuffed it in without embarrassment, full of lust Just like that, it was stuck in the lower abdomen.

A few seconds later, Chu Yi suddenly let go of his hand, took two steps back, turned around and ran out of the toilet.

? ? ? ?

Yan Hang stood where he was, with an unspeakable emotion.

Dog brother?

What do you mean?

Why not flirt!

Yan Hang sighed, walked to the washbasin, turned on the faucet, poured two handfuls of cold water on his face, and put out the little fire.

It is very bad for the body!

Within 10 minutes, two strikes and two kills.

He wiped his face, walked out of the toilet, and saw Chuyi standing in the living room in a daze.

"Go and tidy up," Yan Hang said, "Go shopping for clothes."

"Oh," walked two steps to the toilet on the first day of junior high school, and whispered, "You didn't give birth, are you angry?"

"No," Yan Hang glanced at him, "What's wrong?"

"Hold it, are you holding it?" Chu Yi asked.

"Be careful with your words when you speak," Yan Hang couldn't help laughing, "Believe it or not, if you want to change someone, you will definitely be beaten."

"Don't change people, why, why do you want to change people." The first day of the junior high school said in a low voice with his head down.

"No change," Yan Hang went over and hugged him, slapped his buttocks, "change pants."

"Well," Chu nodded, and looked at him again as if determined, "Wait for me to practice, practice well."

"How to practice?" Yan Hang immediately became alert, "You want to find a model to practice a few times to help someone fly a plane?"

"... myself." Chuyi clicked his tongue and walked quickly into the toilet.

Yan Hang also clicked his tongue.

Just sat down on the sofa, came out again wearing a pair of underwear on the first day of the junior high school, ran into the bedroom, took a pair of pants and ran into the toilet again.

Yan Hang sighed.

When Chu Yi came out of the toilet a few minutes later, he seemed to have basically calmed down.

"Let's go?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well," Chu nodded, and looked at the bedroom after thinking about it, "the quilt is gone, it's ready."

"I'll do it when I get back," Yan Hang said, "Aren't you going back to the dormitory today?"

"No." Chu Yi said.

"Go." Yan Hang raised his hand and flicked on his forehead.

I have worked in a coffee shop for so long, and I have never visited the pedestrian street in the first day of junior high school. I only know that people who come to the store at night are tired from shopping in the pedestrian street.

But he has no interest in shopping, and he has never gone shopping. The first time he went shopping was Yan Hang took him to buy shoes, and the second time was today, Yan Hang took him to buy clothes.

On the first day of the junior high school, he touched the small steel coin in his pocket, and he didn't refuse Yan Hang's offer to help him buy clothes. Anyway, he also had a plan and wanted to help Yan Hang buy something.

Although it feels like Yan Hang doesn't lack anything.

"Why don't you buy down jackets," Yan Hang said, "Apart from the basic down jackets and school uniforms, do you still wear other clothes?"

"Through it," said the first day of the junior high school, "sweater T, T-shirt sports, sportswear."

Yan Hang looked at him.

"No." Chu Yi smiled.

"You have a dog-like temperament," Yan Hang put his arm around his shoulders, "Try on a baseball uniform."

"What is a dog, the same temperament?" The first day of junior high school doesn't understand much, and I don't know what baseball uniforms are like. "Is it a uniform?"

"...Shut up." Yan Hang probably didn't know where to start to explain.

"Closed." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang walked forward for a while and pulled him into a shop.

This store, if you want to put it aside, no matter what you buy on the first day of the junior high school, you will not enter it.

At first glance, the clothes in the store are all that he can't wear, and he doesn't dare to wear them. All kinds of clothes obviously look like sports styles, but they all have a foreign style of "don't get close to dogs".

Not to mention he didn't dare to wear it, even if he dared to wear it, he didn't think it was worthy.

Yan Hang took a cotton jacket with bars and compared it to him: "Take a look at it."

"This is a baseball uniform?" Chu asked in a low voice.

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, and said in a low voice, "Yes, try it quietly, and someone will drive you out if they find out."

On the first day of the junior high school, he was stunned, then laughed along with him, and took the clothes: "I, just feel, feel that I can't wear it, and look like it."

"Impossible," Yan Hang said, "Our local dogs are so handsome, we can look good in anything we wear, don't worry, your brother will match you."

Chu nodded, took off the down jacket on his body, and put on this dress.

"Very good," Yan Hang looked at him, "To show off your long legs, just wear it with sweatpants."

"Hmm." Chu Yi quickly glanced at the mirror, and after making sure that he didn't look strange, he turned around and looked at the mirror seriously.

Then he looked down at the price on the tag.

Omg!

Clothes for baseball are so expensive!

He gritted his teeth and kept silent.

"Very good," Yan Hang brought another slightly longer one over, "You can try this model again."

The short ones are so expensive, but the longer ones are more expensive!

Chuyi shook his head: "I like it, I like short ones."

"Okay," Yan Hang didn't say anything else, took off his coat and handed it to him, and put on the longer one, "Then I'll take this one."

"Hmm." Chu Yi looked at him.

Yan Hang looks good in everything, casual, sporty, formal, long or short, pullover zipper, no matter what style, he can look handsome in it.

This is the temperament.

Temperament of foreign dogs.

When Yan Hang was trying on clothes, he saw a lot of scarves hanging on a shelf next to him, all of which looked like foreign dogs.

He reached out and touched it, it was soft, and it should be warm.

So he quietly picked up the tag and took a look.

Mother!

The police uncle is stealing money from this shop!

This is a black shop!

A scarf is actually 299! 299 ah!

It only costs 50 yuan to find a big sister in the vegetable market to weave a piece!

Of course, not so pretty.

Not so easy to touch.

You get what you pay for...

"Like this scarf?" Yan Hang walked up to him.

"No, it's not," Chuyi shook his head, "Whatever, touch."

Yan Hang clicked his tongue.

"There is no place for your hands, let them go." The first day of the junior high school put his hands on the scarf.

Yan Hang laughed, looked at the scarves on the shelf, then picked up a black, white and gray checkered one, and compared it to his chin: "This one looks good, but it doesn't suit you... I'll take another look... ..."

"That's it." Chuyi grabbed it.

"Okay," Yan Hang scratched his hair, "Go to checkout."

The clothes and scarves were put on the cash register by Yan Hang, and the little girl at the cash register asked, "Together?"

"No." The first day of the junior high school quickly took out the scarf, "This is me, give me the money."

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Quick." Chu Yi also looked at him.

"Whatever you want." Yan Hang smiled, gave the money for the two clothes, and stepped aside.

"Scarf 390." The little girl took the scarf and swept it.

"Ah?" The first day of the junior high school was stunned, "Isn't it two, two, two hundred nine, nineteen?"

"The two-nine-nine one is the solid color one," said the little girl, "the three-nine-nine one is."

"Change to another one." Yan Hang walked to the scarf rack, "It doesn't look good when you use a plaid."

"That's it." Chu Yi grabbed Yan Hang's arm and grabbed the money out of the bag with one hand.

When he came out of the store, he still wanted to cover his chest on the first day of the junior high school. Although he bought it for Yan Hang, he still felt distressed. A year ago, he never bought anything over 30 yuan.

But if Yan Hang likes it, there is no problem.

"Here," he handed the bag containing the scarf to Yan Hang, "for you."

Yan Hang froze for a moment, looked at him and said nothing.

"Salary, okay." Chuyi said.

Yan Hang still looked at him without speaking.

"I'll reward you at will, I'll reward you." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang put his arms around the back of his head, brought him closer to him, and kissed him on the lips.

In the first day of junior high school, I felt like a telegraph pole stuck in the wind.

Not to mention that his hands, feet and body were stiff, even his lips were stiff. The shock and shock made him look like a wax figure.

Fortunately, the kiss was very short, Yan Hang almost pressed his lips, and then let go of him.

"Go." Yan Hang pushed him.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he staggered for a while before regaining his senses, lowered his head and rushed forward, fearing that the scene just now would be seen by others.

After rushing for about 50 meters, Yan Hang tugged at his clothes, and he slowed down.

"No one saw it," Yan Hang said.

"Oh." Chuyi breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, his mind started to turn, recalling the brief touch just now, and subconsciously touched his face.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang asked.

"Thought you were going to hit me, hit me." Chu Yi said.

"Why am I hitting you when I'm fine?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"I called last time. I'm here." Chu Yi glanced at him.

"Why don't you weld your teeth on?" Yan Hang said.

"The tooth is welded, so it won't fit," Chuyi said, "You are useless, have you used a welding gun?"

"...Go and eat." Yan Hang said.

For the first year of junior high school, this weekend has a different meaning.

Apart from the embarrassing and conspicuous thing that he grew from instant shooting to N second shooting, he suddenly thought of something else.

Although he and Yan Hang didn't have any excessive actions in the two nights, something in his mind still lingered.

Luke.

Take a plane.

He hadn't thought about this before, even before today, he hadn't thought about it at all, even if he knew that Yan Hang would masturbate, he never thought that he could... masturbate.

I don't know why, but this thought made him feel more embarrassed than being masturbated by Yan Hang.

He was still thinking about it when he went back to school.

These people in the dormitory, do they know how to masturbate?

How to fuck?

No, how to masturbate is not the point, where is the key.

in bed?

Or... the toilet?

"Fuck," Hu Biao cursed beside him, "How long has Su Bin been forced into the toilet and hasn't come out yet? Are you farming in it!"

"Constipation." Wu Xu said.

"What if I slip and fall and can't get up," Gao Xiaoyang said, "I'll knock on the door."

"Come on," Zhou Chunyang leaned on the back of the chair and shook the chair, "What if someone is masturbating, and you knock him down, what should I do?"

The group of people were overjoyed, Li Ziqiang jumped over and slammed on the toilet door a few times: "Have you fucking finished masturbating!"

Inside, Su Bin didn't make a sound.

The first day of junior high school has been silent, listening to all kinds of dirty jokes from the group of people in the dormitory, starting from masturbation.

"Hey," Zhou Chunyang kicked him, "Are you okay?"

"Huh?" Chu took a look at him, "It's okay."

"Why are you in a daze?" Zhou Chunyang said.

"Shen, thinking about it." Chu Yi put his arms on the table and put his hand on his chin.

"You must have something to do," Zhou Chunyang said, "You usually don't think like this when you think deeply."

"He's really, really in the toilet," the first day of junior high school couldn't help it, "Making it?"

Zhou Chunyang was stunned: "What?"

The first day of junior high school did not speak.

It took a few seconds for Zhou Chunyang to laugh: "Who knows, how uncomfortable it is to masturbate in the toilet, and how easy it is to lie on the bed."

"That's right," Zhang Qiang said while simulating a movement with his hand, "When the quilt is covered, swish, swish..."

"Just shoot." Zhou Chunyang said.

"Get lost," Zhang Qiang said, "I'm quite persistent."

"It lasts a long time," Hu Biao nodded, "The bed shook for 5 minutes when I masturbated yesterday."

"Did you pinch his watch?" Gao Xiaoyang said.

"I guess," Hu Biao said, "he stopped and I masturbated for 5 minutes..."

"Fart your mother." Zhang Qiang said.

"Let's organize a competition," Zhou Chunyang said, "You two can fight."

"Chunyang," Hu Biao looked at Zhou Chunyang, "do you want to take this opportunity..."

"Don't be self-indulgent," Zhou Chunyang laughed, "When I masturbate, I think of you and I get soft."

"Get out." Zhang Qiang pointed at him.

What else did the people in the dormitory say afterwards, and they didn't listen carefully in the first day of junior high school.

I just feel that even if I am not from an alien planet, I am really a dog from the valley without electricity.

Growing up so big, he seemed like a person who didn't understand anything.

He can't even describe himself because he has not had such an orifice at all.

Yan Hang must have chiseled it open for him.

Su Bin finally came out of the toilet, he couldn't tell whether he was masturbating or not, anyway, he always had that expression on his face.

Before everyone finished washing, the lights in the dormitory were turned off.

Zhou Chunyang was the last one, and went to bed cursing after washing in the dark.

On the first day of the junior high school, he took out his mobile phone and was about to send a message to Yan Hang to say good night, when the mobile phone rang suddenly, which startled him.

When he saw the caller ID, he froze.

It's mom.

He was a little uneasy. His mother had never called him for such a long time, and now he suddenly received a call from her, and he always felt scared.

"Who's calling?" Li Ziqiang asked impatiently.

"Mine," the first day of the junior high school quickly picked up the phone, buried his head in the quilt, "Hello?"

"Has your father contacted you?" Mom asked right away.

"Huh?" Chu Yi was taken aback.

"Liang Bing said that someone saw him in other places, but he is not sure," my mother said, "Your father is definitely not dead! Has he contacted you?"

"...No." Chu Yi sat up.

"I'm going to divorce him," said my mother, "to let you know, and if he contacts you, tell him."

"Ah." Chu Yi was taken aback.