Luggage Syndrome

Liang Yicheng originally thought that he would encounter traffic jams when he went out during the peak travel season of the summer vacation, but the road was actually smooth, and it was only afternoon when he arrived at the hotel in City X.He was pressed by Fu Lang until midnight last night, when he saw the luxurious big bed in the guest room, he yawned reflexively.

Fu Lang immediately asked, "Are you tired? Get some sleep first?"

Liang Yicheng's mouth didn't close for a while, but his head turned into a rattle.

Fu Lang's eyes were half-closed, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he looked at Liang Yicheng tenderly.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, gently pinched Liang Yicheng's chin, lowered his head, and pressed a kiss on those soft lips.

The flexible tip of the tongue flicked across the lips that hadn't had time to fully close, completely stunned the person who hadn't recovered from the yawn.

That night, the long-suppressed emotion in Fu Lang's heart gushed out from the small hole slowly dug by Liang Yicheng, and gradually became larger and larger, smashing the dilapidated but still struggling to support the wall to pieces.

He is painful, but happy.

The rotten flesh in the heart seemed to be washed away bit by bit, creating a space for the new granulation to germinate.

The surging emotions are too turbulent, making the feeling of being alive so real and clear.

He finally sobered up.

He finally woke up from the muddled world.

For a moment, he was terrified.

For this completely strange world, but also for the completely strange self.

But when he saw Liang Yicheng lying quietly beside him, he calmed down in an unbelievable way.

The world is still too big to make people confused, life is still too bitter to make people suffocate, but he is no longer alone.

Liang Yicheng was taken aback by his sudden unrestrained actions, and quickly closed his mouth. After recovering, a shy but bright smile slowly appeared on his flushed face, like a strawberry soaked in rock sugar, sweet and soft.

Liang Yicheng raised his hand to touch the place where Fu Lang kissed, and muttered in a low voice: "What, what are you doing... Even if you yawn, you will be scared and dislocated..."

Fu Lang smiled, kissed that lips again, and blocked the rest of the words.

The silver-white sandy beach stretches as far as the eye can see, and a few tourists lie on the beach chairs prepared by the hotel, leisurely bathing in the mild sunshine in the afternoon.

On the quiet beach, only the sound of waves hitting the beach echoes endlessly, which is the most peaceful white noise in nature.

The warm sunshine and the sound of the waves gradually awakened the warmest memory in Liang Yicheng's heart.

When he was young, he had a special liking for the big river in G city, and he would always pester his grandfather to take him on the ferry across the river, swim aimlessly to the other side of the river, and then sit back slowly.

He has never disliked the pungent smell of gasoline, nor is he afraid of the glare of the sun. He loves lying on the railing of the deck, looking down at the undulating river, and listening to the sound of the river patting on the hull.

That was the purest happiness in his childhood.

When Fu Lang came back with a jug of freshly squeezed iced orange juice, Liang Yicheng, who was lying under the parasol, had already fallen asleep.

The bright sunlight shone on Liang Yicheng's legs that were exposed outside the umbrella, making the already fair skin almost blend with the clean white sand beside him, and the red, white and blue beach pants looked even more eye-catching.

It seems that Liang Yicheng really likes this pair of beach shorts, so he brought them all the way here, and it finally lived up to his expectations.

Tranquil beaches, unsuspecting lovers asleep.

An ambiguous red mark looming under the half-open white shirt, and loose beach trousers.

Fu Lang took a deep breath.

Liang Yicheng slept deeply.

In the dream, a hand was gently touching his face, but it was completely different from the bony hand of grandpa in memory.

That big strong hand was powerful but cautious, as if playing with some precious and fragile object, gently stroking the side of his ear.

His ears are very sensitive.

Even the unreal touch in the dream made him flinch impatiently.And the hand that was avoided was no longer entangled, and slid down his neck, gently drawing a circle on his exposed collarbone.

Liang Yicheng's consciousness was still heavy, wandering reluctantly in the darkness, but his body's senses woke up first.

The sea breeze brushed over his bare chest, leaving a trace of gentle coolness, which was quickly taken away by a warm and humid object.

The slippery object slowly slid on his collarbone, as if describing every inch of his skin in detail.

That hand caressed his chest, but what was left behind was balls of fire.

His skin should be cold, otherwise he wouldn't feel like the place he touched was burning.

All feelings began to become clear.

Fiery hands touched his chest lightly.

Touching that flat place always made him feel ashamed.

The nimble fingers kneaded the two points on the chest lightly and heavily, and a tingling feeling of electric current rushed through the whole body, making the soft place stand up slowly.

The pleasure in the chest is not too strong, but it is like a cluster of small flames, easily igniting the lust of this young body.

The heat slowly accumulated in the lower abdomen, Liang Yicheng moved impatiently, and the cramped lower body immediately became clear.

The center of desire has awakened.

Maybe it's because the pants are looser, the feeling of being restrained is not so obvious, the impulsive place is not hindered much, the speed of congested erection is faster, and the thin cloth above is pushed up with air.

The hand holding the helpless little spot suddenly loosened, and soon, that sensitive and flamboyant part was gently held.

"Ugh-"

I don't know if it's because it's in a dream, or because the tentative touch is separated by layers of fabric, the feeling on the lower body is not real, but it is a kind of hazy and trembling pleasure, which makes Liang Yicheng's throat overflow An emotional and dry moan was drowned in the sound of rushing waves.

"Yi Cheng..."

The voice in the ear is hoarse but still extremely magnetic.

Like a wonderful spring dream, but more charming than a spring dream.

A hand gently pressed his lower abdomen, and the soft part immediately tightened, providing room for the unruly hand to sneak in.

The fiery big hand pressed against his gradually burning skin, penetrated into his pants, and directly held the hotter place.

Liang Yicheng immediately tensed up, as if he had instinctively realized what was about to happen.

That hand tightened suddenly.

The boiling blood seemed to be squeezed from that hard part to the whole body, and Liang Yicheng's drowsy brain immediately woke up.

The moment he opened his eyes, there was an orange sky in front of him.

The setting sun fell to a place tangent to the sea level and lost its dazzling light.

It's like peeling off all the protective layers, generously revealing the most fragile appearance.

Liang Yicheng turned his head to the side, and Fu Lang sat quietly beside him, his charming peach eyes were slightly bent, neither sparkling waves reflected nor colored by the setting sun.

Only filled with his figure.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

It was a scene that Liang Yicheng would never forget.

It would be better if someone's hand wasn't in his crotch right now.

Liang Yicheng tried his best to ignore the only fly in the ointment, trying to make this beautiful picture stay for a moment longer.

However, the hand tightened again.

Liang Yicheng: "..."

"what are you doing!"

Angry and angry, Liang Yicheng raised his voice, and suddenly realized that there were other tourists on the beach chairs not far away.

Long-term frequent hand washing and lack of maintenance made Fu Lang's hands rougher than ordinary people, so the stimulation of slowly rubbing the front end was unbearable for Liang Yicheng.

However, Fu Lang slowly approached his ear and whispered:

"Wet."

"!"

Liang Yicheng's face turned red, and he looked guiltyly at a pair of elderly Caucasian couple not far ahead diagonally, and said in a low voice, "Don't make trouble, people will see you!"

Fu Lang ignored him, straightened up slowly, stretched out his other hand to pick up the iced orange juice on the small table beside him, and asked:

"Want to drink?"

"Don't drink! Let me go!"

Fu Lang picked up the orange juice, took a sip slowly, then suddenly lowered his head, pulled off the bottom of the beach pants, pulled out the wet light pink penis, and sucked it deeply.

"what!!!!!"

Liang Yicheng exclaimed, and quickly caught sight of the two old men in front of him, and quickly covered his mouth.

The soft tongue was stirring slowly, driving the cold juice and pulling out the hot penis. The coolness seemed to pour in from the fragile hole, and quickly went straight to the back of the head, making Liang Yicheng tremble all over.

Fu Lang swallowed slowly, and Liang Yicheng couldn't stop shivering. Amid the chills and thrills, his lower body, which was hot and cold, seemed to be out of control, and something was flowing out continuously.

He couldn't tell if it was precum or semen.

The moment he saw an ambiguous water mark slipping from the corner of Fu Lang's lips, his mind went blank for a moment, he suddenly arched his body, held down the back of Fu Lang's neck, raised his waist and pushed in deeply.

"Um--!"

Different from the cold mouth, the suddenly tightened throat was hot and tight, which made Liang Yicheng ejaculate tremblingly.

In a trance, he lowered his head to look at Fu Lang, Fu Lang didn't move and let him play with him, even though his peach blossom eyes were reddened, he still looked at him tenderly.