Xiaobing Fang Heng

Fang Heng struggled a few times but did not get rid of it. All the way, he could only reluctantly let Yang Yi drag him back. When he entered the room, as soon as the door closed, Yang Yi pressed on the door. Yang Yi looked oppressively. Looking at him, he said, "I think I'm at a disadvantage."

"What?" Fang Heng blinked, confused.

"I'm very interested now, do you want to do it?"

"?" Fang Heng widened his eyes, but was startled back by Yang Yi's dark eyes.

Yang Yi touched Fang Heng's chin with one hand, straightened it, lowered his head slightly, and asked again, "Do you want to do it?"

I don't want to do it... Fang Heng pouted his mouth and wanted to refuse, but the next second he was kissed on the lips, a light kiss, simple lips touching, but Fang Heng's hair stood on end in shock, and he raised his hand to push Yang Yi, however, was suppressed by the opponent with greater strength, his lips were bitten again, and the tip of his tongue licked his lips. Fang Heng said with difficulty, "Platoon, platoon leader...don't kiss, don't..."

Yang Yi raised his head and frowned at him, and confirmed once, "No?"

"Yes." Fang Heng nodded hurriedly. Seeing Yang Yi staring at his lips, he was busy for a while, and reached out to touch Yang Yi's lower abdomen, "This way, this way..."

Yang Yi thought for a while, took half a step back, supported the door panel with both hands and looked down at him, "Have you never kissed before?"

"Yeah." Fang Heng responded, his hands were busy touching through his pants, and then he raised his head in surprise, "Platoon leader, you are hard..."

Yang Yi's face was stained with a bit of embarrassment, and the corners of his mouth were tightened. Feeling the movement of that hand on his body, he said softly, "I think I can try it." After finishing speaking, he added another sentence, "That, Play, cough, um... play."

"Oh." Fang Heng licked his lower lip nervously, still in a daze, but his hands naturally got into his pants, held the hard and hot part, and subconsciously said, "Platoon leader, are you hard?" so big……"

Yang Yi raised the corners of his mouth, chuckled, and moved one hand down to touch Fang Heng's neck, groping the hot skin under the palm of his hand little by little, perhaps because he was sweating from fear before, the neck The skin on his body is not very smooth, but it is very sticky, sticking to it, and cannot be removed. Yang Yi is very nervous. Following the movement of that hand on his body, he holds his breath, his body trembles uncontrollably, and he clearly knows that he is He was playing with fire, but he couldn't help it. Fang Heng gave him a reason to be close, the only balance between reason and emotion, and he wanted to have this kind of intimacy, the real feeling and grasp it. live.

Fang Heng moved for two seconds, raised his head, his eyes were moist, and looked at him eagerly, "Platoon leader..."

"Huh?" Yang Yi responded softly. Under this expression, he couldn't help kissing Fang Heng's forehead, and asked with soft eyes like silk, "What?"

"My..." Fang Heng's heart warmed up. The relationship with Hou Jue these years made it easy for him to find feelings in this way. When making the other party comfortable, he also hopes that he can be comfortable.

Yang Yi squinted his eyes, and imitated Fang Heng's way to untie his belt, and pulled down the zipper little by little, and he could vaguely feel the hardness of the other party. Yang Yi's heart was beating like thunder, and his body and soul were almost separated. The fuzzy feeling, while constantly asking myself what's wrong?While stroking Fang Heng's hot part, it was like being tormented repeatedly in an oil pan, but he couldn't jump out, just waiting to be fried and turned into ashes.

"Hmm..." The moment he was held, Fang Heng narrowed his eyes comfortably, and quickened the movement of his hands, hoping that the other party would respond to him in the same way.

Yang Yi is a novice. Although he has tried it on himself, he is really unfamiliar with this area. On the other hand, Fang Heng is familiar with the way, and his techniques are experienced. He forgot to move on his shoulders and hands.

"Platoon leader?" Fang Heng frowned dissatisfiedly, and complained against his ear, "You can't be comfortable by yourself."

"..." Yang Yi blinked and sighed, "Let's go to bed."

"Don't." Fang Heng grabbed his clothes and pulled them tight, "That's it." Then he took half a step forward, put his arm around Yang Yi's waist, and his lower body was pressed together like this, naturally, hot The place is on the top.

Yang Yi hid for a while, but was hugged back by Fang Heng's hands. His face that was calm and breezy in the past was now flushed. It's another feeling, it's just that it's all up to this point, I can't say that I quit, don't do it, I can't accept this way, right?

Fang Heng grabbed Yang Yi's hand and let him hold the two, then put his arms around his waist and leaned back on the door panel, closed his eyes and began to enjoy, encouraging in a low voice, "Yes, hurry up, that's it..."

Yang Yi was agitated by Fang Heng's words, but his body enjoyed this feeling very much. Perhaps because of Fang Heng's reason, he just felt that it was getting hotter and hotter, and the feeling was all gathered together, especially the hands attached to the back of his hands. It will stimulate the head part, pick and squeeze, and the stimulating Yang Yi's hands are moving faster and faster. On the verge of the last moment of ejaculation, Yang Yi gritted his teeth and looked at Fang Heng with a face of enjoyment, thinking of this unscrupulous thing Having done this with others before, he was suddenly furious, lowered his head, bit his lip, and let it out.

"Hmm..." Fang Heng was just feeling comfortable, he couldn't guard against it, so he acquiesced, but he gritted his teeth and didn't let Yang Yi's tongue stick in.

After the orgasm, Yang Yi gasped and pulled away from his body, looked at Fang Heng silently, but was woken up by Fang Heng's white eyes, and then realized that Fang Heng hadn't ejaculated yet.

"Don't kiss me." Fang Heng wiped his lips with his sleeve, then grabbed the back of Yang Yi's hand again to make him move, and muttered, "Help me..."

Yang Yi looked down for the first time, Fang Heng's place is not small, not very similar to his person, but the color is good, it looks very cute, he has seen it more than once when taking a bath, it is soft, in the ' The one in the grass was unsteady, and now even with a second erection, it is still well-behaved and clean, which is different from the fully developed one.

Yang Yi felt that his throat was dry, a feeling that he had really broken through the taboo, and he was panicked, but he couldn't move his palms away anyway, and he couldn't even move his eyes. Open, move up and down, light and heavy hand strength can be exchanged for Fang Heng's light or heavy panting sounds, and the aggravated moaning is like a kind of bewitching, making him unconsciously more devoted and trying to please the other party.

"Here we come...platoon leader...quick..." Fang Heng's hand on the back of Yang Yi's hand suddenly increased his strength, urging him, and continued to stimulate himself.

Yang Yi hurriedly raised his head, his gaze was firmly locked on Fang Heng's face, looking at the eyes that were on the verge of orgasm, the tails of the eyes were moist and red, Fang Heng's eyes were blurred, different from the cute appearance in the past, tempting, let Yang Yi's heart shrank sharply, and the speed of his hand accelerated to the extreme. He liked Fang Heng's expression like this from the bottom of his heart, and even wanted to swallow it in one gulp.

"Ha, ha..." Finally, Fang Heng buried his head hard on Yang Yi's shoulder, gasped loudly, and convulsed.

Yang Yi waited silently, rubbed Fang Heng's hair intimately with his cheeks, felt the hot semen sprayed on the back of his hand, flowing slowly and viscously, sighed silently, this is called self-inflicted evil Well, after this, the relationship between the two is really unclear...

After venting, his sanity returned, Fang Heng only felt that he had never been so sober in his life.

Did he, Yang Yi, and his platoon leader really do this?

You won't be castrated from embarrassment, will you?

Fang Heng took a deep breath, retracted his abdomen, and carefully pulled himself away until he was completely safe, then raised his head, took out the trump card at the bottom of the box, his eyes were as crooked as a moon, and asked obediently, "Platoon leader, are you comfortable? "

Yang Yi nodded without saying a word, raised his hand and patted Fang Heng's shoulder, then turned to look for a tissue.

The two dealt with the stains on their bodies in silence. The atmosphere was tense and awkward, and they could only escape by doing things.

After tidying up, the two of them stared blankly for half a second and looked up at the same time.

"I……"

"I……"

Yang Yi nodded, motioning for Fang Heng to speak first.

Fang Heng bit his lip and thought for a while, then said, "Platoon leader, don't think too much, really don't think too much, I really like you so I do this with you?"

Yang Yi raised his eyebrows, Fang Heng punched him hard in the chest, and his body ached.

"No." Fang Heng looked at his words and waved his hands in a panic, "It's either that I don't like you, or I don't like you that way, eh, what should I say? If I really hated you, I wouldn't do this with you, but, but with boyfriend and girlfriend. ..."

"Okay." Yang Yi raised his hand and interrupted Fang Heng, "I see."

Fang Heng looked at Yang Yi eagerly, and added hesitantly, "We just need to use each other as tools, really... when we do it... it's more comfortable..."

Yang Yi really wanted to grab something and call it over, why did he fall in love with such a shameless thing?tool?Hold!tool! ! ? ?

Yang Yi's complexion was not good, Fang Heng naturally didn't want to stay any longer, so he could only turn around and open the door in desperation, the door was only half opened, a hand passed over his shoulder, and pressed the door back vigorously.Fang Heng turned his head suspiciously.

"Fang Heng." Yang Yi lowered his head slightly to look at him, his eyes were dark and deep, like an ancient well and deep pool, and he said lightly, "Come to me if you want, I will accompany you when I am free. Also, tools...are not made for this kind of thing."

Fang Heng pursed his lips and nodded, inexplicably stabbed by the word tool, or maybe it was Yang Yi's gaze that made him confirm that he had indeed said the wrong thing.

Yang Yi took a deep breath, put his other hand around Fang Heng's waist, and unlocked the door. When he lowered his head, he rubbed against Fang Heng's neck, "Go back and have a good rest, see you at night."

"En." Fang Heng nodded and walked out the door.

That night, Fang Heng didn't see Yang Yi, and the lights in the dormitory were always off. Before going to the bathroom, Fang Heng saw Yang Yi's dormitory turned on.

In fact, Fang Heng was not too awkward, he was afraid that Yang Yi would feel uncomfortable. After all, not many people could treat this matter with a normal heart, and even Hou Jue flinched in the end.

Fang Heng actually didn't understand their thoughts very well. What's so scary about this kind of pure venting behavior?Is it possible to fall in love with it after a few masturbations?All men, obviously impossible.

Fang Heng didn't understand.

But both Hou Jue and Yang Yi knew clearly that it was very difficult to keep their hearts and maintain this kind of relationship.

Because they are people who live above the norms of this society, once there is a possibility of crossing the norms, they will be alarmed and even shrink back.

But Fang Heng's fearlessness and reckless behavior will further drag them down, so Hou Jue wisely chose to leave, but Yang Yi couldn't struggle because he was tempted first.

Yang Yi nestled in the dormitory all afternoon, thinking about sleeping for a while, it was not until Cheng Xinyue came back and turned on the light that he was completely awakened.

Cheng Xinyue sat on the edge of the bed and bent over to pick up the toiletries. When he got up, he glanced at Yang Yi again, and couldn't help asking, "Are you drunk till now?"

Yang Yi nodded, pinched the bridge of his nose uncomfortably, "Yeah."

"Didn't you eat dinner?"

"Yeah." Yang Yi glanced at the time, "Is it going to turn off the lights?"

"Sleeping until now, are you afraid that you won't be able to sleep at night?"

Yang Yi sat up, shook his head, and laughed when he heard the words, "What we lack the most is sleep. Are you afraid that I won't be able to sleep? By the way, do you have instant noodles?"

"Yes." Cheng Xinyue nodded, "It's in the closet, go get it. Hey, by the way, Fang Heng didn't drink less, did he? Why do you think you made the young man so drunk? It's all here."

As soon as he heard the words Fang Heng, Yang Yi frowned instantly, and said impatiently, "He likes to drink." Then he got up and went to the closet, and when he took out the instant noodles, he glanced at his closet. The chaos inside made him feel even worse, and he slammed it hard with his backhand, and the iron door made a loud noise.

Cheng Xinyue looked at Yang Yi who was running away for a while, then went out of the house to wash his face in silence.

As soon as Cheng Xinyue walked away, Yang Yi let out a long sigh, and really didn't know how to face Fang Heng tomorrow.

That night, Yang Yi did fall asleep very late, as Cheng Xinyue said, and his sleep time was very short, but he had a sweet dream.

In the dream, Fang Heng was still as cute as ever, panting and looking at himself, the corners of his eyes were moist and red, his blurred eyes were locked on his face, and he kept calling platoon leader, platoon leader, platoon leader... Are you comfortable? ?How do you like it?

Then at the moment of waking up from the dream, Yang Yi heard Fang Heng muttering, platoon leader, I like you too.

Two days of shooting training, three days of wilderness survival training, one day off, which happened to be a day off on weekends.

Fang Heng originally wanted to get a good night's sleep on weekends, but Yang Yi woke him up before 7 o'clock in the morning. Fang Heng looked at Yang Yi in a daze, and frowned, "What are you doing?"

Yang Yi pulled the clothes off the bed frame and threw them to him, "Get up, go out with me."

"Go out?" Fang Heng looked around at the people who slept with him, grabbed his clothes and thought about it dully, then he was in a daze for a while, and then he got up and slowly put them on.

Yang Yi glanced at the time, "Find me in the dormitory in 5 minutes, speed."

"Oh."

As a soldier, as long as he gets up and packs himself up quickly, Fang Heng pondered Yang Yi's meaning all the way, brushing his teeth, washing his face and shaving his beard all the way. He always felt that Yang Yi would not discuss that experience with him, and he probably regretted it. Bar?

That's right, people with Yang Yi's personality, even if they aren't old stereotypes, are still cautious and careful, and they only need to put a sticker on their back to indicate that demons and ghosts should not disturb.

But now that I have done everything, what can I do if I regret it?At most, he will be swaying for a while, and divide the Chuhe Han boundary. Is it possible that he really dares to reveal it?