fall in love with vinegar bucket

The USB flash drive Ye Xun gave included more than 20 Chinese and foreign movies, and the average time was one hour per movie, so even if Du Ze fast-forwarded to watch them, he didn’t watch much. .

Pressing a man under him is definitely something that another man wants to conquer, and Du Ze is no exception. He just wants to cry out excitedly just thinking about this scene.

But he is a shy person, Du Ze tucked himself into the quilt, then hugged Zhang Zhuo's pillow between his legs, and turned off the computer immediately when he heard the sound of the door opening.

Zhang Zhuo just put on his slippers and came in. He saw Du Ze protruding half of his head out of the bedroom, looking at him left and right. He asked, "Why do you look like this? Did you watch a horror movie?"

"No, I'm watching an action movie."

Because Zhang Zhuo looked very innocent, Zhang Zhuo didn't think about "action romance movies" at all. Instead, he walked over and pinched his face, and said with a smile, "You're almost dying."

"You're too much, pinch me as soon as you come back." Du Ze straightened his waist, secretly compared his size with the man, then pursed his lips to realize the fact that he might be born with his body, "You're the one with milk, I don't have milk."

"If you have milk, I'm going to be so scared." Zhang Zhuo glanced at Du Ze's chest, Du Ze immediately covered his chest mysteriously, Zhang Zhuo walked over with a "tsk", "Aren't you Are you talking about painting at home, you must not be painting when you look like this."

Du Ze conceded: "Watching the video and watching it fascinated, forget it."

"Go and water your son, I'll cook."

"Hey!" Du Ze ran directly to the balcony, wearing thick cotton socks on his feet so as not to be cold, he squatted on the ground to pour some water on the succulents, took a few photos to post, and suddenly said loudly, "It's all mine!"

Zhang Zhuo hoped that this person would not be stupid: "Obviously it's all mine."

"mine!"

"You paid me this." Zhang Zhuo pointed it out mercilessly.

Du Ze didn't show any fear, and said straightforwardly: "But you are my boyfriend now, and what's yours is mine, and they're all mine."

"I can't see that you are quite domineering." Cheng, I have to refresh my understanding of him in the future.

Du Ze looked at Zhang Zhuo with his chin resting on the ground in a squatting position, suit pants, white shirt and buttocks. He sighed: "What's mine is yours too."

How fucking naive, Zhang Zhuo didn't even want to talk to this person.

But Du Ze is childish and quite romantic, thinking about the dating scene he saw in college, he suggested during the meal: "Let's go to the road after eating."

Zhang Zhuo said right away, "Are we still under pressure?"

"But..." Du Ze became anxious, "But the meanings are different. They used to be good friends, but now they are boyfriends. There is a huge difference in intimacy!"

Zhang Zhuo couldn't bear someone's pitiful eyes, and finally agreed. In fact, he didn't really refuse Du Ze's request. After all, it's fun to be childish once in a while.

Before falling in love, Du Ze always felt that pressing the road was a boring job, because he once saw a couple walking around the school path several times with his own eyes, but now he himself finds walking very interesting.

The two went to the supermarket to buy some fruit. At this moment, Du Ze saw a peddler selling roasted sweet potatoes on the side of the road. He was a very old man.

Du Ze is a person full of sympathy, Zhang Zhuo paid attention to Du Ze's reaction from the first time he saw the peddler.

Sure enough, Du Ze immediately shook his arm and said, "We'll buy it."

Zhang Zhuo looked down at him grabbing his arm, if Du Ze didn't shake him, he might not agree.

"Okay, let's go buy it."

"Master, I want the four biggest ones, can you pick the worst one for me?"

The old man was wearing a dusty cotton padded jacket, and said with a smile that there was no problem, Zhang Zhuo asked smoothly, "It's so late, why don't you go back?"

The old man smiled: "The things are not sold out yet, and there is no one at home, so why not take a look outside."

"Are you alone at home?" Du Ze asked.

"I'm the only one left." The old man said with a smile, Du Ze raised his hand and rubbed his nose, and tightened Zhang Zhuo's arm involuntarily.

I took a few pictures when I left, Zhang Zhuo said: "He is here every day."

"I want to tweet and do good deeds."

Zhang Zhuo kissed Du Ze's slightly cold forehead, and put his arms around his shoulder without any objection: "Send it, you can send it if you want."

I bought four sweet potatoes, to put it mildly, two for each person. In fact, while walking on the road, Du Ze killed two of them. Zhang Zhuo didn’t like them. He just reminded Du Ze not to eat too much. Push one over: "This one is the sweetest and not greasy."

The warm scent wafted into his nostrils, and Zhang Zhuo took a mouthful with his hands: "Not bad."

Du Ze withdrew his hand and looked at it for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and smiled a few times, Zhang Zhuo was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"Happy." After Du Ze finished speaking, he leaned on Zhang Zhuo with his shoulder, sighed contentedly, then raised his head and looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

Zhang Zhuo saw himself clearly from those eyes, the other party looked at him greedily, every day, the emotion in those eyes would change.

Du Ze's liking is too pure, liking is liking, this liking makes Zhang Zhuo's heart swell, he wants to press Du Ze against the wall and kiss hard, but Du Ze's movements are faster than him.

Du Ze deliberately looked around, and when he found no one, he pulled Zhang Zhuo into the tree next to him, and kissed Zhang Zhuo before the other party opened his mouth. , He tried to stick out his tongue to hook Zhang Zhuo.

The next second turned the world upside down.

Zhang Zhuo held the back of Du Ze's head against the tree, his mouth was filled with the smell of roasted sweet potatoes, and some of the sweets were also very hot, and the breath of both of them was sweet at the beginning.

Du Ze panted heavily, looked at Zhang Zhuo with bright eyes, pursed his lips and kissed him again: "I like you." He jumped to hug the man, if he could, he didn't want to let go all the way.

"Little pervert, you actually dragged me to the side of the road to kiss?"

"Because I'm happy as long as I think of you as my boyfriend." Du Ze couldn't get off the man, "You carry me, I remember when I was sick before, you carried me to the hospital."

Zhang Zhuo's back felt very safe. Du Ze still remembered that he had a fever before and his mind was confused, but being carried by Zhang Zhuo, his heart felt inexplicably at ease.

It's a pity that today is not what it used to be. He gained a lot of weight but Zhang Zhuo still moved his back. Du Ze sang on Zhang Zhuo's back with satisfaction and the trembling of being discovered by others.

"Zhang Zhuo, let's press the road every day from now on, okay?"

"Then I have to carry you on my back every day, isn't it good?"

Du Ze didn't mind his answer, anyway, Zhang Zhuo doted on him, even at home, he could let Zhang Zhuo carry him on his back.

"You haven't killed me recently."

Zhang Zhuo smiled: "You didn't do anything wrong, I'll blame you for what you did."

Du Ze put his arms around his neck and said softly, "That's great."

"Is that all right?"

Du Ze nodded: "Very well, Zhang Zhuo, I like you."

Zhang Zhuo felt a little nauseous: "Why do you always talk about your likes?"

"Because I really like you, I like you so much that I can only express it by saying I like you."

So the forward pace stopped, Zhang Zhuo put down Du Ze, then bowed his head and kissed him in the doubtful eyes of the other party, and at this moment, strong desire flashed in Zhang Zhuo's eyes, almost wanting to hug Du Ze off the ground.

How can there be such a stupid person.

Suddenly came a fiery tongue/kiss, Du Ze was dizzy by the kiss, did he just flirt with Zhang Zhuo?

It must have been teased.

Du Ze continued to nibble on sweet potatoes happily, and was led by Zhang Zhuo to run home, so happy that he didn't know where the world was going.

"You carried me for so long, I'll go back and give you a massage."

Unbelievable, he actually knows how to massage.Zhang Zhuo really didn't know: "Do you know how to massage?"

"Of course I will." Of course... I learned it now.

The skill he is learning is really not good, this is Zhang Zhuo's only feeling when lying on the bed, the strength is not good, and the position of pressing is not good, as if it is no fun to scratch, but he is naturally not satisfied with the appearance of Du Ze eagerly serving him What a blow, I can only pretend to be comfortable to cheer.

After all, he was the one who served Du Ze before.

Hearing the praise, Du Ze felt like he was about to float up. This hand was also pressing and touching the man's waist, lingering and rubbing it with lustful strength. Zhang Zhuo didn't know that Du Zeqing didn't know that he was himself. The current behavior is problematic.

"Zhang Zhuo, your muscles are really powerful." Du Ze poked his waist, "Take off your pants, I'll massage your legs."

"..." Zhang Zhuo quickly opened his eyes to regain his senses, turned around and let Du Ze sit on his stomach.

Du Ze swallowed, shrunk his neck and bravely looked at the man: "Take a full body..." How about a massage?

"Big health care?"

"Where did you think you went?"

Zhang Zhuo glanced at his stomach, and Du Ze felt like covering his crotch: "What are you doing?"

"Tell me what you want to do." Zhang Zhuo straightened his back.

"I want to serve you..." Du Ze said.

Zhang Zhuo lowered Du Ze's head, kissed the lips that were speaking, and at the same time covered Du Ze with the quilt: "Come on, I'll serve you once."

In a blink of an eye, Du Ze fell into Zhang Zhuo's arms and could only pant. He probably felt really comfortable and refreshed. He breathed hard with his mouth open, and he didn't even wipe his hands.

Zhang Zhuo was much calmer than him, took out a wet towel to wipe Du Ze's hands, and turned off the light: "Do you want to sleep now?"

"Yes." There was no sticky feeling in the palm of his hand, Du Ze pressed against Zhang Zhuo, his chest heaved as if he could go out of shock in a second.

"Zhang Zhuo, you hug me to sleep." He made a sound like a cat meowing.

"Why."

"Because I like it when you hug me."

Zhang Zhuo really embraced, and the hug was very tight and ambiguous, but at this moment, the ambiguous atmosphere was just right for them.Looking at Du Ze's laziness, those who didn't know thought they had just done it.

"Zhang Zhuo..."

Zhang Zhuo wrapped Du Ze in a quilt: "I know you want to say you like me."

"I still want to come..."

Zhang Zhuo was stunned for a while, and then asked a question: "How often do you do it for yourself?"

Little Du Ze lowered his head in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "It's nothing, I usually don't read those things."

Besides, if he did it himself, Zhang Zhuo would not be as comfortable and happy as Zhang Zhuo helping him. The moderate strength made him almost fly.

But Du Ze slowly frowned, there are more comfortable things than doing it.