The old driver is fearless

The sun is very aggrieved.

Very aggrieved.

Since he was kicked out of the room that day, he hasn't spoken to his lover for almost half a month.Every time I go to the land of the Thousand Hands, I should just avoid Feijian, even if I finally get blocked by someone, even if he spends all his time talking, he won't give him attention.

Why on earth did he want to fool his elder brother with his cheap talk? !This is good, my brother doesn't care that he is out, but the person who came out almost broke up with him.

In contrast to him, Madara, who was the main cause of his current situation, lived a rather moist life, running to Senju from time to time, and occasionally returning refreshed with the moist air of the morning after staying overnight.

...Thinking about the time when I just started eating meat, Taiyang suddenly felt that it would be better to fight three hundred rounds between brothers over sexuality ==

With a subtle tentative attitude, he carefully stopped his brother who seemed to be in a good mood.

After beating around the bush for a long time, Madara finally understood that his younger brother was asking about his experiences in bed.He has always been upright and frank, and felt that there was nothing to hide between brothers, so he told the truth.

The sun selectively ignores the statement of "How delicious is the column room" that can hardly be seen directly, sifts through the information, and finds the key point: "Blood? Why do you still see blood?"

Madara first frowned because of his too intimate address, heard the question clearly, thought about it carefully, and asked, "Isn't it normal?"

"How can it be normal? You're not a woman. Logically speaking, if you're well-prepared, you won't be hurt at all." Sun pondered, "Unless you were too impatient, or the process was too rough..."

He looked at his elder brother's expression, was silent for a while, and dared not say anything: "...Brother, you don't really care about yourself, do you?"

Madara looked at him blankly.

...to commit crimes==

Sun is in awe of his brother who can indulge in the tragic situation of the war. Facts have proved that a straight man without common sense will be a disaster if he bends over. Should he say that Brother Hashirama who has not turned against his brother is really a good guy?

But in order to save his precarious relationship—if he let Feima know that his big brother not only ruined Hashirama, but also is a big scumbag, and Feima broke up with him in minutes—he must do his best. may improve the situation.

===(Driving at the dividing line, get off at an unacceptable speed)===

So when Madara went to the Thousand Hands Clan again, the two of them closed the door and took off their clothes as a matter of routine. Madara pressed the shoulder of his nominal 'lover', without taking the next step.

After hesitating for a while, he finally overcame his senseless 'self-esteem' and said, "Hashirama, teach me."

Hashirama had been relaxed and paralyzed waiting for everything to end, but when he heard this, he opened his eyes and asked strangely, "What?"

Ban Dingding looked at him: "A way that you can enjoy too."

"..." Zhu Jianxin said that I would enjoy it if I didn't do it, and said, "Don't worry about me, I'm fine, you can do whatever you like."

"No," Madara still looked at him stubbornly, "I want you to be comfortable."

Whether it's a close friend or a 'lover', Hashirama has always been unable to refuse Madara's request without touching the bottom line.He sighed compromisingly, half propped himself up, and asked, "Have you ever been to Flower Street during your mission?"

There are always some special projects in Huajie to cater to the guests who like masculinity. Beautiful teenagers dress up as women and perform singing, dancing and musical instruments.

For their professional needs, ninjas must come and go to that kind of place for intelligence snooping, but Madara still looks like he can't find the point. He thinks and knows that maybe people who are too arrogant are disdainful of those who betray | Taking a look, he sighed again.

"Well, I just heard about it, and I'm not sure how the real effect will be..." I didn't expect to have to teach a man how to fuck himself correctly in his lifetime, Zhu Jian put on the lubricating ointment with a complicated mood, and stretched his hand backward, "Before going in , to be expanded first.”

Madara watched him slowly expand himself with his fingers, his black hair was loosely scattered behind his back, his brows were slightly frowned, and he supported his body with one hand, the muscles of his arms and waist were tensed to form a perfect line with a sense of strength.It was a body that only belonged to a mature man, with physical problems. There were almost no scars on Hashirama's body, and his skin was firm and smooth, glowing moistly under the slight light coming in from the window.

He swallowed, leaned forward involuntarily, and slid a hand along the opponent's arm into the hot and tight place.

Zhu Jian raised his eyes to look at him, withdrew his fingers, and said, "It will be more convenient for you to come here... Go deeper, in the direction of the lower abdomen, you should be able to touch something harder..."

Madara followed the instructions to explore inside, and pressed two fingers on the soft inner wall. When he touched a certain point, Hashirama suddenly trembled all over, and said softly: "It should, that's it."

Madara thought the reaction was interesting, and repeatedly tossed that place, the deep magnetic voice hummed intermittent and meaningless single notes following his movements.

He stared at that face fascinatedly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a physiological blush appeared on the base of his ears.Even though it was an all-too-familiar face, he inexplicably felt that the lips that opened and closed and made a seductive voice were extra alluring.

The younger brother's surprised question came to mind: "You haven't even kissed before?!"

As if he had been bewitched, he slammed into it fiercely with a burst of anger.

It can't be called the delicate and rough touch, but it is soft enough. Madara rubbed against each other's lips for a while instinctively, and stretched out her tongue to lick between the other's lips.

"Wait!" Hashirama couldn't go on pretending to be dead, and pushed him away against his shoulder, "There is no need for this, Madara, just do it if you want to do it."

Madara looked at him, even with some grievances in his eyes: "You don't like this?"

"It's not a matter of liking it or not..." He tried to explain the deep meaning that kisses generally represent, Madara interrupted him: "But I like it, your taste tastes very good."

"..." Hashirama changed the subject abruptly, "If it's about the same, you can add a finger..."

Ban Yiyan squeezed into the ring finger again, and massaged with the three fingers together, trying his best to relax the muscles at the entrance.

It felt like it was almost done, and he was about to push in when Hashirama called to stop again.

He was too hard to endure, but since he was determined to 'study hard', he could only suppress his desire, pinched two handfuls on the smooth and firm skin glistening with sweat, and asked hoarsely: "What? "

In fact, Hashirama has been teased to the point that he has always been able to be said to be as guarded as a jade, often going to casinos but never doing anything out of the ordinary except gambling.His wife has passed away for so many years, and at most he can express it with his hands. He has been abstinent for a long time and coincides with a vigorous age. It takes a lifetime to be menacing enough.

He took a few breaths, avoiding Madara's kiss indiscriminately, caressed the front end, turned over and propped his body on his knees and elbows, in a kneeling position.

This gesture was humiliating for a man, Madara frowned, and stretched out his hand to pull him up.

"It's okay," Hashirama stayed where he was, explaining in a low voice, "It will be easier this way, try."

Madara was silent for a while, and when the other person couldn't help urging, he hesitated to cover her body.

He was still skeptical about everything, until he really entered, and he knew how well the 'teacher' taught.

The receiving part is no longer stiff and dry, but still tight, but soft and submissive, wriggling and absorbing him from all sides, gentle and generous, just like the master himself.

He couldn't help bumping into the depths a few times, thinking of something, reluctantly slowed down, and asked, "Are you comfortable?"

Hashirama is a person who is honest enough, and doesn't feel that desire needs to be concealed. Hearing this question, he answered honestly: "Well... well, remember the one I told you before—that place, stimulate it..."

The 'student' who was studious enough bumped against that position according to the words, and ran over the inconspicuous protrusion repeatedly from the top to the side, so as encouragement and affirmation, the 'teacher' trembled and groaned.

Madara likes Hashirama like this.

No longer as strong and confident as usual, able to chat and laugh with anyone freely, the patriarch of Qianshou will show a different kind of seductive style at this time, and only he can see it.

——Hashirama is his.

Not only the pure pride of conquering the same sex, but also the strange but warm sense of satisfaction that came from nowhere, filled his heart that had been confused and empty since he was a child.The road to the future is slowly unfolding before his eyes. There may be ups and downs on the road, but it will eventually lead to the dawn and the end of the rainbow.

It turns out that all encounters are predestined.

He tightened his arms to embrace that strong body, and murmured: "Hashirama, I..."

The following words were lost in the suddenly intensified panting, Hashirama let out a low growl, tightened his fingers, and let it out in his own palm.

Feeling the twitching and tightening of the place that is holding her, Madara's breath stagnates, she holds onto the opponent's waist and twitches quickly a few times, and then releases it in the depths.

He fell down beside Hashirama, looked at the graceful neck between the smooth black hair, thought for a while, but was still uneasy, and confirmed, "Am I doing okay?"

Hashirama turned over to face him, raised his eyebrows, pondered for a while, and made a regretful look: "It's not good."

Hashirama's original intention was to tease him casually, but he didn't expect him to take it seriously, he frowned for a while, and reluctantly suggested: "Then it's you next time, and demonstrate."

"..." Hashirama said.

Madara saw his delicate expression, and explained seriously: "Taiyang said you know a lot..."

"Do you believe what he says?" Taiyang Zhujian understands a little bit, that kid is full of crooked ideas, and the degree of evil is not much worse than his - it was Taiyang's idea to kidnap Quanna to threaten Madara earlier, and he cheated his parents The brothers didn't even bat an eye.

Madara looked at him, his eyes were so sincere that he felt that he was actually a villain who would use all means to provoke the relationship between brothers: "There is still some truth in what the sun said, and you are indeed more experienced than me in this regard."

——Just a theory, okay?

A mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat.

At first, he just wanted to spend time with the virgin who had just started having sex to alleviate the plot of losing his virginity. He didn't understand how a good volunteer activity would develop into what it is now.He chose his words carefully, and persuaded: "It's not... Madara, you don't have to do this, I don't care..."

Madara insisted, "But I want you to be comfortable."

"..."

The wise and powerful patriarch of the Qianshou clan was completely defeated.

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